"It's time for you to leave!" Taoist Tongxin reminded him again.
Zhang Daoling had a bitter smile on his face. He sighed and looked at Taoist Tongxin with some envy.
Yes, it's time for him to go!
Just now, the two could still be said to be equally matched, but now Taoist Tongxin has broken through to the fourth level of the Divine Realm. He is no longer a match for him. If he stays here, he will only die.
This is not because he is cowardly and afraid of fighting, but because he does not want to engage in a meaningless battle, nor does he want to lose his life meaninglessly.
"We are defeated, can we withdraw from the battle?" He was talking about us, representing the soldiers below.
Taoist Tongxin looked at him and asked, "Can you make the decision?"
Zhang Daoling's expression froze.
He can't make the decision.
Although he is a strong man at the third level of the Divine Realm, he is little more than a worshiper in the army of the Giant Spirit Dynasty.
He is just a representative of the top military force and does not hold any rights, let alone the power to make the army of the Djinn Dynasty retreat.
Zhang Daoling looked down, trying to find Song Ke's figure.
Without the balance of high-end force, they have lost the chance to win this battle.
This was something he didn't expect, and it was something no one expected.
Because as far as they know, there are no strong men at the fourth level of the Divine Realm within the Sky Alliance, so there are no strong men at the fourth level of the Divine Realm among the strong men accompanying their army.
Zhang Daoling wanted Song Ke to retreat so that they could retain some strength.
It's a pity that he couldn't find Song Ke.
At this time, the battlefield was in chaos, and Song Ke had already joined the battle.
Zhang Daoling sighed in despair.
"This is the most helpless time for me!"
Taoist Tongxin looked at Zhang Daoling.
He understood what Zhang Daoling meant.
Zhang Daoling is not a villain, he just belongs to the Giant Spirit Dynasty and stands on the opposite side of Dali.
"From the beginning, you had no chance of winning!"
Taoist Tongxin said calmly.
After the words fell, the sky clouds shook again.
Streams of thunder fell from the thick clouds and struck the warships of the Giant Spirit Dynasty.
He was very grateful for the opportunity brought by Zhang Daoling. Although this was not the result of Zhang Daoling's volition, he was still very grateful.
So he was willing to give Zhang Daoling a chance to leave.
Of course, this opportunity only belongs to Zhang Daoling. As for others, there is no such opportunity.
The thunder fell, making the chaotic battlefield even noisier.
Countless soldiers looked up at the cloudy sky, looking at the figure wearing gray robes.
It is impossible for Taoist Tongxin to end this war by himself. After all, there are still 70,000 or 80,000 enemy soldiers on the battlefield at this time. Even if they stand there and let Taoist Tongxin slaughter them, it will cost one or two
hour.
But under the thunderous thunder, the enemy's morale instantly fell to the bottom.
Facing the powerful ones in the Silent Light Realm, ordinary soldiers really don't have much courage to resist.
This is not a matter of weak will, but rather the power from the strong that ordinary soldiers cannot contend with.
Therefore, after seeing Taoist Tongxin's actions, the soldiers of the Giant Spirit Dynasty on the battlefield immediately lost their determination to fight to the death. Without the need for orders from the general, the low-level military attachés were preparing to flee the battlefield.
When Dali's soldiers saw this, they suddenly burst into excited shouts, and their morale instantly reached an unprecedented height.
Liu Zhen jumped up and flew to the mast of a warship.
He waved the battle flag, and blue and red veins burst out on his forehead.
"kill!"
The roar actually overwhelmed the thunder that shook the sky.
"kill!"
"Kill~~"
Countless soldiers let out ferocious roars.
This time Liu Zhen did not participate in the battle, but stood on the mast waving the battle flag vigorously.
At the same time, people on other Dali's warships also held up battle flags and waved them.
But who is the most sad and angry person in my heart at this time?
Gu Mingzheng!
He stood on the last warship of Feiyun Camp, covered in blood, and even his left arm had disappeared.
Unfortunately for him, the warship he was traveling on was hit by a psychic cannon.
But he was lucky. Although his warship was shattered by the shot, he escaped.
And what made him sad and angry was that Shi Feiyun Camp was over, completely over.
Feiyun Camp has 10,000 soldiers, but now less than one-tenth is left.
There were less than a hundred soldiers around him, and all of them were seriously injured.
They had lost their fighting power, and even Gu Mingzheng was at the end of his strength.
Gu Mingzheng held high the battle flag of Feiyun Camp and looked at the battlefield with bloodshot eyes.
"Kill~"
"Kill these bastards for me!"
He let out waves of low roars, and his hoarse voice was so weak that no one could hear him in the noisy battlefield.
"Sir, we can't hold on any longer!"
A soldier from Feiyun Camp came to Gu Mingzheng's side and cried in pain.
Gu Mingzheng trembled all over and turned his head to look behind him with great effort.
He saw that countless enemy troops had already rushed onto the warship where he was.
Although nearly a hundred wounded soldiers on the warship tried their best to resist, they still could not stop them.
And before they knew it, they were surrounded by enemies.
No, they were not only surrounded by enemies, but also by their comrades.
With their warship as the center, they were surrounded by enemies, and beyond the enemies were countless Dali soldiers.
Wrapped in circles, they became the center point.
Gu Mingzheng stood up with difficulty, leaning on the flagpole.
Can't stop it!
Although the comrades on the periphery were desperately trying to save them, it was already too late.
Feiyun Camp is going to be destroyed today!
Gu Mingzheng felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
He held the flagpole tightly in his hand, and the broad battle flag was draped behind him.
Looking at the golden touch on the battle flag, he suddenly remembered the excitement and pride he felt when he took over the battle flag.
Your Majesty’s gift!
Be the supreme glory!
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the enemies who had boarded the ship, his eyes full of determination.
"Burn the flag!"
"grown ups!"
Several soldiers with missing arms and legs cried out sadly.
"Burn the flag!"
Gu Mingzheng roared again.
A flame of war was lit on the battle flag.
Gu Mingzheng raised the battle flag with one hand and waved it gently.
The flames grew bigger and bigger, engulfing all the battle flags in a matter of seconds.
Even though he was armed with swords and guns, he was still holding on to the foot-long flagpole, staring fiercely at the enemy who was just around the corner.
Until the battle flag turns to ashes, until his last breath of life disappears completely.
He didn't even let the flagpole fall.
"Ah~~"
"Kill~~"
A series of angry roars echoed across the battlefield.
From a distance, Liu Zhen watched this scene, his bloodshot eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.
This is the first battle camp to be destroyed, the first battle flag to be burned, and the first battle camp to disappear completely after the establishment of the four major naval divisions in Dali.
The battle was about to end, but Feiyun Camp was still destroyed.
He was extremely miserable.
On the warship where Gu Mingzheng was, Song Ke looked at the bloody body of Gu Mingzheng with a complicated expression.
"We lost!"
"Haha~~"
"Failed!"
He was equally miserable, and his heart was cut by a knife.
The Nanhai Navy destroyed only one Feiyun Battalion, but he lost a hundred thousand troops under his command.
He stepped onto the high platform where Gu Mingzheng was.
He looked around with his eyes.
He could understand why Gu Mingzheng made such a choice, because the position he was in now was the position Gu Mingzheng was in just now.
Beyond siege there is siege.
All the Dali soldiers in the innermost layer died, and they replaced those dead Dali soldiers.
Zhang Daoling wanted to ask Song Ke to withdraw his troops, but Song Ke was unable to make the army retreat at this time.
This is the sea, not land.
On land, they can run as long as they have legs, but on the sea, they still need a boat.
All the warships in front of him were basically entangled together, especially since he, the commander, was still in the center of the warship and could not withdraw from the battlefield at all.
Song Ke closed his eyes and placed his hand on the flagpole in Gu Mingzheng's hand.
Listening to the noisy shouts of death and clashes of weapons all around, I felt the despair and regret coming from deep within my heart.
"My lord, we made the wrong choice!"
He whispered.
Zhang Jihai, the Duke of Zhenling, thought that Dali was vulnerable. In fact, Song Ke also thought so at first.
Only now did he realize that Dali was not as weak as he thought.
…
On the sky.
Taoist Tongxin overlooked the battlefield below.
He saw the burning battle flag, but by the time he saw it, it was already too late, and the battle flag had already burned out.
In such a chaotic battlefield, he naturally couldn't detect everything.
If he could discover it in advance, maybe he could save the battle flag and Gu Mingzheng.
It's a pity that there is no if.
As for the other Jingzhao Realm experts, they all had their own opponents. When Tongxin Taoist showed his strength at the fourth level of Divine Intention Realm, they chased their opponents and flew into the distance.
The powerful men of the Giant Spirit Dynasty no longer want to fight.
Looking at the flagpole that was still sprouting sparks and the battle flag that was reduced to ashes, Taoist Tongxin couldn't help but feel a little heavy.
Zhang Daoling finally left.
Or maybe he escaped.
The outcome of this battle cannot be changed, and there is no point in him staying here.
…
Although the balance of victory on the battlefield had completely tilted towards Dali, the battle still lasted for another two hours before it was completely over.
When the sun sank below the western coastline, the shouts of death stopped.
Facing the messy sea, Liu Zhen stood tiredly on the bow of the ship.
Behind him, Gu Mingzheng's body was lying quietly on the deck.
The fierce firelight reflected on his body, adding a bit of fiery red to his pale face.
"It's finally over!"
Taoist Tongxin came behind Liu Zhen and said seriously.
Liu Zhen shook his head and said: "It's not over yet, our battle has just begun."
Taoist Tongxin was startled, and then he looked at Liu Zhen's resolute face.
"You're not in pain?"
"Painful!" Liu Zhen chuckled, "It was painful before, but it's not that painful anymore."
He glanced sideways at Gu Mingzheng's body and said, "Maybe one day, I will lie here too!"
Taoist Tongxin fell silent.
He didn't quite understand Liu Zhen's mood.
Just like until now he has been unable to fully integrate into Dali.
It's not that he has any dissatisfaction with Dali, it's just that his whole life has belonged to the Tao Mind View.
Although the entire Tao Mind View has now joined Dali, he still cannot fully regard himself as Dali's person.
Therefore, he was unable to appreciate the glory and determination that belonged to Gu Mingzheng. (End of Chapter)