Under the leadership of Chen Mo and Yang Yi, the Shenwuwei army, known as the patron saint of China, was like two sharp blades, advancing neatly and fiercely into the 300,000-strong army.
At the heart of the battle, they were defeated steadily, their morale continued to drop, and they almost lost their military morale.
Although the 80,000-strong army was not that large in number and even looked a little pitiful in front of the armies of the three continents, it was enough to shock and horrify the armies of the three continents.
For a moment, they did not react, but just stared at them blankly, especially the charge led by Yang Yi and Chen Mo. The blow to them was really too shocking, and they were even shocked.
Speechless.
These two people don't look like ordinary people at all. They are simply two gods of war. In front of these two people, there is almost nothing that can stop their footsteps. Any obstacle is only a gentle move away.
A knife or an ax can solve it.
They are weapons!
Whether it's a tank, a rocket launcher, or an armored fighting vehicle, it's just a light touch in the hands of the two people in front of them, and it's not enough for them to take it seriously.
As for those soldiers who no longer have heavy weapons, in the eyes of the two of them, they are like ants facing an elephant. They can be trampled to death with just one foot. They can only be described in four words.
Vulnerable.
Take Chen Mo's giant ax as an example. If the ax hits it, let alone a tank, even if it is fine iron, it will be split in half.
Every time the two people landed, it was like a cannonball, and the entire ground collapsed, revealing deep pits.
As for the soldiers holding weapons, their threat is basically equivalent to no threat in the eyes of the two people. They cannot withstand the attacks of Yang Yi and Chen Mo. With this knife, even if they are wearing armor,
, so what? Even the body armor you are wearing will be severely hammered to pieces.
"Report!"
"Sir, we can't stop it! The opponent's attack is too fierce!"
"Now our people are retreating. The opponent's momentum is too strong. Our heavy weapons have been destroyed by them. We can't fight them at all!"
"And their leader is a king-level figure."
Listening to his fearful men reporting the current battle situation to him, Jenny sat in the tank with a sinister look on his face.
According to the reports of his subordinates, he did not expect that the other party would suddenly send out two king-level big shots to play. This was simply unbelievable. It really surprised him and was far beyond his expectations.
If he continues to sit here at this time instead of taking action, the losses will be even greater in the future.
In just a few minutes, the 300,000-strong army lost nearly 50,000 people. This situation is simply unprecedented.
As for such a result, those who listened felt terrible, and those who spoke felt even more terrible. Especially Jenny, his face felt hot and very embarrassing.
After all, he was almost determined to win this battle, thinking that the 80,000-strong army coming from China was nothing more than an egg against a stone.
But now, with such a terrible fact in front of him, it made him feel extremely embarrassed. "Ha! Well done!"
Jenny was no longer commanding in the tank. Following his order, his adjutant took out the weapon that belonged to him. It was a long sword that was red in color and looked as red as blood.
Then, Jenny took the weapon in his hand and left the tank. In a flash, he appeared on the tank. The long red knife in his hand looked particularly conspicuous.
It was as if the blood of countless people had been condensed and dyed red. It was very frightening.
Standing on the tank, Jenny first glanced at the people on the left who were massacred, and then glanced at the right.
A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Then let's get you under the knife!"
After saying that, Jenny flashed again, and his body rushed towards Yang Yi's position like a cannonball.
At this time, Yang Yi, with his fierce start, his power only increased, and he had already entered the heart of the enemy's army alone.
Around Yang Yi, standing densely were his enemies, warriors from three continents.
The soldiers had already calmed down at this time, and they all used their weapons to attack Yang Yi. However, for Yang Yi, these attacks were like slow motion and could not touch him.
body, let alone pose any fatal threat to him.
He raised the Tang Dao again and again, and raised and lowered the sword again and again.
Every time the silver light passed by, it almost took away the lives of a dozen soldiers. Blood spread everywhere and the ground was dyed red. Along with the strong smell of blood, it entered everyone's nostrils.
On the ground, a large number of corpses had fallen. It looked particularly terrifying, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but that was all.
At that time, the cloak Yang Yi was wearing had changed from bright red to black. It was the color of blood condensed by the blood of countless people sprayed on it, symbolizing the knife under his hand, which collected all the blood.
How many dead souls.
At this time, Yang Yi's body was also covered in blood, and even his face was covered with blood. Like a Rakshasa, except for his still bright and deep eyes, almost his whole body was covered in blood and was covered in blood.
.
It was the same on his hands, face, and body. Only the Tang Dao in his hand, which still glowed with silver, was still clean, as if it had absorbed the spiritual energy of the moonlight.
At this moment, a person suddenly appeared in front of Yang Yi, looking at Yang Yi with awe.
Seemingly sensing that the other party's visitor was unkind, Yang Yi also stopped what he was doing, and slowly looked at the visitor with his eyes, filled with murderous intent.
The visitor was none other than Jenny.
Jenny still held his red long knife in his hand, blocking it in front of Yang Yi, with a grin on his face.
"Isn't it too much to treat my soldiers like vegetables?"
Although Jenny's face was full of smiles, his eyes were full of murderous intent. Looking at Yang Yi, he wanted to cut him into pieces with a thousand knives.
It's him again!
It’s this man again who is called the patron saint by Chinese people!
"Hey, my lord, is this too late?"
"I thought you were going to be a coward for the rest of your life, watching all the vegetables under your hands be chopped clean by me!" Under the leadership of Chen Mo and Yang Yi, they are known as the patron saints of China.
The Shenwuwei army was like two sharp blades, moving forward neatly and sharply, piercing the heart of the 300,000-strong army, beating them back steadily, their morale continued to drop, and they almost lost their military morale.
.
Although the 80,000-strong army was not that large in number and even looked a little pitiful in front of the armies of the three continents, it was enough to shock and horrify the armies of the three continents.
For a moment, they did not react, but just stared at them blankly, especially the charge led by Yang Yi and Chen Mo. The blow to them was really too shocking, and they were even shocked.
Speechless.
These two people don't look like ordinary people at all. They are simply two gods of war. In front of these two people, there is almost nothing that can stop their footsteps. Any obstacle is only a gentle move away.
A knife or an ax can solve it. ??
They are weapons!
Whether it's a tank, a rocket launcher, or an armored fighting vehicle, it's just a light touch in the hands of the two people in front of them, and it's not enough for them to take it seriously.
As for those soldiers who no longer have heavy weapons, in the eyes of the two of them, they are like ants facing an elephant. They can be trampled to death with just one foot. They can only be described in four words.
Vulnerable.
Take Chen Mo's giant ax as an example. If the ax hits it, let alone a tank, even if it is fine iron, it will be split in half.
Every time the two people landed, it was like a cannonball, and the entire ground collapsed, revealing deep pits.
As for the soldiers holding weapons, their threat is basically equivalent to no threat in the eyes of the two people. They cannot withstand the attacks of Yang Yi and Chen Mo. With this knife, even if they are wearing armor,
, so what? Even the body armor you are wearing will be severely hammered to pieces.
"Report!"
"Sir, we can't stop it! The opponent's attack is too fierce!"
"Now our people are retreating. The opponent's momentum is too strong. Our heavy weapons have been destroyed by them. We can't fight them at all!"
"And their leader is a king-level figure."
Listening to his fearful men reporting the current battle situation to him, Jenny sat in the tank with a sinister look on his face.
According to the reports of his subordinates, he did not expect that the other party would suddenly send out two king-level big shots to play. This was simply unbelievable. It really surprised him and was far beyond his expectations.
If he continues to sit here at this time instead of taking action, the losses will be even greater in the future.
In just a few minutes, the 300,000-strong army lost nearly 50,000 people. This situation is simply unprecedented.
As for such a result, those who listened felt terrible, and those who spoke felt even more terrible. Especially Jenny, his face felt hot and very embarrassing.
After all, he was almost determined to win this battle, thinking that the 80,000-strong army coming from China was nothing more than an egg against a stone.
But now, with such a terrible fact in front of him, it made him feel extremely embarrassed. "Ha! Well done!"
Jenny was no longer commanding in the tank. Following his order, his adjutant took out the weapon that belonged to him. It was a long sword that was red in color and looked as red as blood.
Then, Jenny took the weapon in his hand and left the tank. In a flash, he appeared on the tank. The long red knife in his hand looked particularly conspicuous.
It was as if the blood of countless people had been condensed and dyed red. It was very frightening.
Standing on the tank, Jenny first glanced at the people on the left who were massacred, and then glanced at the right.
A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Then let's get you under the knife!"
After saying that, Jenny flashed again, and his body rushed towards Yang Yi's position like a cannonball.
At this time, Yang Yi, with his fierce start, his power only increased, and he had already entered the heart of the enemy's army alone.
Around Yang Yi, standing densely were his enemies, warriors from three continents.
The soldiers had already calmed down at this time, and they all used their weapons to attack Yang Yi. However, for Yang Yi, these attacks were like slow motion and could not touch him.
body, let alone pose any fatal threat to him.
He raised the Tang Dao again and again, and raised and lowered the sword again and again.
Every time the silver light passed by, it almost took away the lives of a dozen soldiers. Blood spread everywhere and the ground was dyed red. Along with the strong smell of blood, it entered everyone's nostrils.
On the ground, a large number of corpses had fallen. It looked particularly terrifying, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but that was all.
At that time, the cloak Yang Yi was wearing had changed from bright red to black. It was the color of blood condensed by the blood of countless people sprayed on it, symbolizing the knife under his hand, which collected all the blood.
How many dead souls.
At this time, Yang Yi's body was also covered in blood, and even his face was covered with blood. Like a Rakshasa, except for his still bright and deep eyes, almost his whole body was covered in blood and was covered in blood.
.
It was the same on his hands, face, and body. Only the Tang Dao in his hand, which still glowed with silver, was still clean, as if it had absorbed the spiritual energy of the moonlight.
At this moment, a person suddenly appeared in front of Yang Yi, looking at Yang Yi with awe.
Seemingly sensing that the other party's visitor was unkind, Yang Yi also stopped what he was doing, and slowly looked at the visitor with his eyes, filled with murderous intent.
The visitor was none other than Jenny.
Jenny still held his red long knife in his hand, blocking it in front of Yang Yi, with a grin on his face.
"Isn't it too much to treat my soldiers like vegetables?"
Although Jenny's face was full of smiles, his eyes were full of murderous intent. Looking at Yang Yi, he wanted to cut him into pieces with a thousand knives.
It's him again!
It’s this man again who is called the patron saint by Chinese people!
"Hey, my lord, is this too late?"
"I thought you were going to be a coward for the rest of your life, watching all the vegetables under your hands be chopped cleanly by me!"