"What did you say!"

Elvis was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

"My army of one million people in Vientiane is afraid of their mere 10,000 or 20,000 people?"

The soldier kneeling on the ground was speechless, I made it so clear, why are you still laughing here?

"For some reason, the army led by Lin Mo has more than one million people, about one-fifth more than our army."

The soldier reluctantly repeated Lin Mo's situation again.

Iveston was like a thunderclap, her crazy shouter.

"Impossible, where did Lin Mo find the army of millions!"

Aveston screamed, if Lin Mo had an army of one million, and he also had the heir of the sixth prince, Jia Delie...

Many ministers ran over at this moment and looked at Aivis and said anxiously.

"Your Majesty, come up with an idea, Lin Mo is already fighting with our army."

The rear of the army of the Vientiane Kingdom has now turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. There are stumps and broken arms everywhere, which is disgusting.

Lin Mo held Tai A, and behind him were more than 9,900 Yulin troops, slashing into the army of Vientiane Kingdom like a sharp sword.

At this time, the million-dollar army of Duji also turned into a gangster, and charged directly with an old firearm.

Some even held a giant axe, and the whole person turned into a killing god, and then was pierced in the heart by the soldiers of the Vientiane Kingdom who rushed up.

The strong man holding the giant axe was covered in blood. He stared at the bayonet on his chest with a splitting eye, and swung the giant axe with all his strength.

The last blow of the strong man's life slashed out, separating the heads of the soldiers of the Vientiane Kingdom who had pierced through him.

Duan Dashan held an 18-tube Gatling, and stood on the battlefield to shoot frantically, and blood splashed on the enemy.

Du Ji was outside the battlefield, holding a high-powered sniper rifle in his hand, and sighed while watching the battlefield.

"Amitabha, let the poor monks come to save all the benefactors."

Du Ji put his finger on the trigger of the sniper rifle and pressed it gently.

A small hole appeared between the eyebrows of a Vientiane soldier, and blood flowed down.

Lin Mo held Tai A and kept killing, the sword energy in his hand reached thousands of meters, and the sword swung out to spread hundreds of meters, killing thousands of people directly.

Behind Lin Mo, Jia Delie held the Black Eagle Sword, which Arnold gave him, and said it was the best weapon on the Black Eagle Stage.

The shape on the hilt is like a black eagle, and the tip of the sword is slightly curved, in the shape of an olecranon.

The sixth prince pierced a soldier's abdomen with one piece, and the blood immediately flowed out of the blood tank. The warm blood made Jiadelie's hand tremble very slightly.

Arnold and Marshall in black eagle armor stood beside Gardre. They didn't kill anyone. The mission of the Black Eagle's guards was to protect the king's safety.

"All the Yulin army killed the enemy in a circle."

Blood flowed on the ground, and even though the Yulin Army had the blessing of Lin Mo's endless army, it continued to be damaged.

The sixth prince looked at the fighters from both sides who were constantly fighting, and stood there dumbfounded.

Arnold and Marshall didn't say anything. Jia Yuan I had the same performance on the battlefield.

Several soldiers from the Vientiane Kingdom came from one side, and the smile on Arnold's face seemed a little helpless.

Why, he didn't want to kill each other.

A blue long sword appeared in Arnold's hand, dark blue and light blue crossed each other, and there were golden stripes on the blade.

Arnold held the light blue long sword in his hand and looked at the soldiers who were attacking with a smile on his face.

The next moment, Arnold's figure turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place. When he reappeared, he was already facing away from several soldiers.

Not knowing where to take out a white cloth, Arnold carefully wiped the blade with no trace of blood.

A few Vientiane soldiers fell to the ground weakly behind them, with a shallow scar on their chests.

"I really hate killing people." JrNovels.com