Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

If the war is to the end, and humanity is still invincible, it will only die.

But everyone understands that when it comes to using explosive ninjas, it means that mankind has reached the point of survival.

"King Zhongyun! Are the flanking forces ready?" Dashou Tombman's mood was tense.

He is the chief person in charge of this war, equivalent to the highest commander.

In case of failure, he will become an ancient sinner.

The king of Zhongyun looked around, and the black hair was flying wildly: "Two million troops in Zhongyun Realm, treat each other by the name! Either the devil will succeed or the whole army will be destroyed!"

His words are tantamount to a stimulant, giving everyone confidence.

If the decaying army of the cold realm is difficult to convince, then the army of the Zhongyun realm that has always been brave and combative is reliant on.

There are two million armies with dead ambitions as the last reliance, and the fate of humanity has put another safety lock on it.

"Okay!" Dashou Tombman settled a little in his heart, saying, "Where is the intelligence group?"

Since the dissolution of the old man, the Dashou Tombmen have re-organized a death squad specialized in spying on intelligence.

However, compared with the previous ordinary people to spy on intelligence, the new organization is all powerful.

The minimum standard for a new organization is mid-month.

The highest, there is the leader of the grave keeper, repaired to reach the level of the big moon! !

"Please tell my master!" said the three guards gravemen loudly.

"How is **** gate?" asked the big guard.

At this moment, the Hell Gate, around the lake, is already surrounded by human intelligence spies.

They always pay attention to the changes in the lake water, and any abnormalities will be sent back immediately.

"No abnormal changes!"

Dashou Tomb humane: "Continue to monitor!"

"Yes!"

Time, one minute and one second passed, and everyone was waiting anxiously and nervously.

Millions of troops are even more nervous, and they are always vigilant in the field of magic energy. Those commanders are afraid of breathing, and they stare at the three guards without blinking.

Magic gas field, beside the lake.

The Eight Shou Tombmen also joined in this operation. He stared at the calm lake with a little nervousness.

Next to him were the seven guardians of the tomb, and they were equally nervous.

"Old Eight, is Xia Qingchen's information accurate? It's almost noon." Qishou Tombman questioned.

The Eight Shou Tombmen thought for a while: "Wait a moment, the information said today is today, but it did not say what time it was."

The Qishou Tombman pouted: "I have been doubting the accuracy of Xia Qingchen's intelligence. How difficult is it to get such precious intelligence information from the Devil Realm?"

Ba Shou Tomb said humanely: "The matter that has been covered in the coffin is now questioned, except for the heart of the cholera army, there is no benefit."

"Huh! You speak less of Xia, I know you appreciate him, but don't forget, he is the murderer of the dust!"

"Wait for Xia Qingchen's life to wait for the end of the war between man and demon!" Qishou Tomb humane.

The eight guardians were silent.

Time passed slowly.

From morning to noon and then to the afternoon, the gates of **** did not change at all, and remained immobile.

The spies who were in charge of surveillance were a little tired and relaxed.

This is even more true of high-level executives who are patiently waiting for news in the barracks.

With the passage of time, more and more people turned their eyes to Xia Qingchen, some frowned, and some stopped talking.

"It's almost night, why hasn't it started yet?"

"Isn't the information wrong?"

"We have millions of troops, just waited for a whole day and consumed a lot of energy."

"Don't be fooling."

The crowd murmured, expressing blame and distrust.

The tomb-keeper of the three guards glanced at Xia Qingchen and said to Dashou-tomb: "How about letting the soldiers take a break first? The state of preparation consumes a lot of energy for the soldiers. I let the intelligence spies keep their eye on it. "

Several commanders echoed.

"Yes, the soldiers are tired. They have a nervous breakdown all day and need a little rest!"

"Even if you can't take all the rest, it's good to rotate."

"I agree to rest. There are already a few generals who have notified me that some soldiers can't help but faint."

Hearing the words, the Dashou gravemen immediately took it seriously and said, "Since this is the case, then rotate according to the commander Zhang Zhang's meaning..."

Before the words fell, Xia Qingchen interrupted him and said, "No!"

Commander Zhang looked dissatisfiedly at Xia Qingchen: "This is the meaning of Dashou Tombman, it's your turn to intervene."

As the commander-in-chief of Liangjing, of course, he has no good attitude towards Xia Qingchen.

Xia Qingchen did not stubbornly say: "The Dashou tombmen know how to march in war, or do I know?"

There is of course no debate on this issue.

Who can compare Xia Qingchen to marching wars?

He was victorious, a veritable super **** of war!

The martial arts of the Dashou Tombs is indeed powerful, but it is not worthy to mention Xia Qingchen's shoes for marching.

Xia Qingchen looked at the unnatural-looking Tomb-slayer and clenched his fists: "Da-Shou Tombs, fight first, then the devil has the initiative, when the invasion is on them, not on us."

"In other words, I am the Demon Race. If I learn that the enemy has mastered the time when our army dispatches troops, if it can't change the combat time, it will definitely try to delay it."

"It was delayed until the enemy lost patience and began to relax!"

Xia Qingchen affirmed: "Unsurprisingly, when our human alliance is most lax, it is the moment they send troops!"

Zhang Tongshuai shouted: "It's all guessing. I don't care. My soldiers can't stand it. They have to rest. Otherwise, when the Devil arrives, they have no energy to fight!"

He was desperate and shouted to let his soldiers rest.

The always silent King Zhongyun, the tea cup in his hand, was pressed on the case, and his eyes stared coldly at Commander Zhang: "One soldier, one bear in a nest!"

"Incompetent commander, there are incompetent soldiers!" King Zhongyun said: "After only one day of preparation, he was exhausted and exhausted? He even fainted and asked to rest?"

"I have two million troops in the middle of the cloud, why haven't any one fainted, and none of the generals who asked to rest?"

Some words, choking Commander Zhang!

King Zhongyun's eyes were deep and he continued: "Commander Xia is completely correct. When we are most relaxed, it is the best time for the enemy to attack!"

"Now relax, just dig your own grave!"

"I suggest that you immediately replace the commander who requested a break. This general, who can't stand this bitterness, will really be the first to surrender on the battlefield!"

Commander Zhang Tong was so speechless that he turned his help to the gravekeeper.

The big tomb-keepers weighed again.

If only Xia Qingchen said so, he would not necessarily adopt it, but even King Zhongyun said so, so it is indeed inappropriate to take a break now.

He is afraid of sloppy matters concerning the destiny of mankind.

"Remove the rest, pass the order, and wait for it seriously, but anyone who is lax will be dismissed on the spot and the general will be replaced!"