A million ways to survive in the dungeon

It's night, running in front of the beast river.

Across a hundred-meter-wide river, the two armies faced each other across the river.

Two million troops were overwhelming, covering almost the entire ground to the horizon.

In comparison, the 30,000 troops gathered in eastern Sichuan were as small as a rag, spread out in an awkward manner on the endless plain.

But the number of people doesn't mean much.

This is a plain, and the terrain on both sides has no obvious advantages or disadvantages.

The Benshou River is like the Chu River and Han Street on a chess board, perfectly separating the two sides.

The average level of the two million people in Eagle Valley is only lv25.

On the East Sichuan side, the per capita battle king is an astonishing lv55 on average.

If they really fight, they can only engage in hand-to-hand combat. The final result will inevitably be that two million people and 30,000 people fight until both sides are injured.

But over there in Eagle Valley, the highly brainwashed young people would not care about this.

There are fewer enemies than us, so we can win. This battle is famous, and after the battle, we will become famous.

Under the influence of this concept, every young man's face is full of eagerness to try.

Seeing the soldiers around him gearing up, Robert Jr., who was standing in the team, felt anxious in his heart.

People who have no power do not know the terror of power.

Now that he has reached lv71 because of Zheng Qian's Dragon Essence, he naturally understands what this level means.

This means that he easily won with one against a hundred.

On the opposite side, there were no less than five thousand people of the same level as him.

"I am the representative of East Sichuan, the war king Zhao Aotian, and I request to have a dialogue with your army."

At this moment, on the opposite side, directly in front of the Sichuan Eastern team, a young man walked out.

Is that the legendary strongest war king Zhao Aotian?

Robert Jr. stood on a stone, standing on tiptoes and looking far away.

Relying on his lv71 vision, Robert Jr. could clearly see Zhao Aotian's face.

He is about the same age as Zheng Qiange.

At such a young age, he is the strongest in the world?

No matter what, Robert Jr. is still a teenager.

Seeing that Zhao Aotian was only twenty-three or four years old, he couldn't help but feel a little longing for him.

After all, in his fantasy before, the strongest war king who was stronger than his father should be a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

"I am the commander-in-chief of the Eagle Valley Expeditionary Force, Kenneth."

At the front of the Eagle Valley team, a middle-aged man with a beard, fully armed, blond hair and blue eyes walked to the river and responded from a distance.

"Adhering to the honor of Charlemagne, the founding emperor of Eagle Valley, we, by order of the current President Churchpus, require your country to surrender quickly and temporarily hand over the power to our army. Otherwise, we will take necessary force measures."

Although what this man named Kenneth said was the official language on the battlefield, for some reason, Zhao Aotian just wanted to laugh after hearing it.

Think about it, a lv33 middle-aged man wants a lv100 world's best warrior to surrender.

What's your name?

This is called bare-butt grinding, and you are not afraid of being embarrassed by spinning in circles.

surrender?

My Tonima’s salty pancakes.

"Your army's request is difficult for our army to accept." Zhao Aotian's tone was calm.

Upon hearing this, Kenneth pulled out the sword from his waist and said, "In this case, our armies can only face each other with swords."

"Wait a minute." Zhao Aotian stretched out his hand to stop him.

"What's the matter?" Kenneth asked.

Zhao Aotian frowned, his eyes like daggers.

After a long while, he said seriously: "Why do we have to talk like this in a drama?"

There was a pop.

When Jin Ge heard this, he fell off his horse.

"Is this the point of riding a horse? Xiao Zhao?! Why are you becoming more and more like Zheng Gan recently?!" Jin Ge got up and cursed.

Zhao Aotian turned pale, cleared his throat quickly, and changed his words: "General Kenneth, actually our army is not here to fight with your army."

When Kenneth heard this, he sneered: "What's that for? Do you welcome us as a cheerleader?"

"No, no, no." Zhao Aotian shook his head and said with a smile: "Actually, we have received reliable news that a situation similar to our Sichuan Underground City has occurred in the Eagle Valley Underground City."

"Similar situation?" Kenneth was puzzled.

Zhao Aotian nodded: "Warcraft have emerged from the dungeon and will soon spread to the entire Eagle Valley.

We are here to deal with this situation and provide war support for Eagle Valley. "

Kenneth was dumbfounded.

We came to fight you, and you told me that you won’t fight us, but you still come to help us?

Which one is this from?

After a brief moment of confusion, Kenneth laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! What a joke!

Eagle Valley Dungeon Warcraft leaked? We in Yinggu haven’t received this news. Have you in Sichuan East received it?

Are you mocking my incompetence in Eagle Valley? Or admit that Eastern Sichuan violated the international laws of war and buried spies in our Eagle Valley? "

"Are these important?"

Zhao Aotian spread his hands and looked indifferent: "It's up to you whether you believe it or not.

If you don’t believe it, you can attack it, but don’t blame me for not reminding you. Not to mention that you can’t defeat Sichuan East. Even if you do capture Sichuan East, you who are seriously injured will look back and see that Eagle Valley is gone. Sichuan East is gone. There are no supplies to supply you.

By then, you will be just a group of guerrilla generals, and your demise will only be a matter of time.

But if you cooperate with us and go back to save Eagle Valley, then you will be heroes who save the country. Will your treatment be worse than that of the people who conquered Sichuan?

Everything or nothing, this should be a good choice, take your pick. "

"you put……"

Kenneth couldn't say the word shit.

Logically speaking, Kenneth had a million hypotheses that could deny Zhao Aotian's statement.

But Zhao Aotian was so confident that it seemed that as long as he attacked here, he could open a convenient door and let his side enter eastern Sichuan at will.

Could it be...

No, not possible.

Kenneth couldn't help but murmur in his mind.

But Zhao Aotian's appearance made him believe twice more.

Just when Kenneth was wavering.

"Report~"

The signal soldier shouted urgently, breaking the tranquility here.

"What's the matter?"

Kenneth was shocked.

I saw the orderly soldier pushing away the crowd roughly, rushing in with his left foot and right foot, and with the last shovel, he knelt down next to Kenneth and shouted:

"Report... report to General Kenneth! From the rear, there is an urgent report from the imperial capital. Monsters are rushing into the city. President Churchpus has issued a presidential order, requiring the two million troops to withdraw to protect the city immediately!"

"What did you say?!"

Kenneth was dumbfounded on the spot.

The messenger was sweating like rain, raised his head and shouted: "The city defense army has been completely defeated! The imperial capital is in danger and must retreat for rescue!"

...At the same time, Eagle Valley Imperial Capital...

More than 10 million Warcraft suddenly poured out of the Warcraft Forest, spanning hundreds of kilometers.

Like locusts passing through the border, the towns and villages along the way were submerged in the blink of an eye, and they reached the foot of the imperial capital in just one day.

Where have the people of Eagle Valley seen so many magical beasts?

With 30,000 city defense troops, it would be very difficult to cope with a thousand magical beasts rushing into the city, let alone more than 10 million.

Hold on for a day?

No, it won't take that long.

The Sichuan East Army may be able to, but this is Eagle Valley.

Sixteen minutes.

In just sixteen minutes, the west city wall was breached by the beast tide.

In the imperial capital, Churchpus looked at the imperial capital that had turned into a sea of ​​fire, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Why is this happening?

Why is this happening? ! !

"Where are my troops?! Where are the defenders?!" Churchips was furious and yelled.

The attendant next to him was shaking like chaff, with a bloodless face: "The defenders...the defenders have all been wiped out!"

"Total annihilation?!"

Churchips looked in disbelief: "Thirty thousand city defenders, all wiped out? What do they do for food?! East Sichuan has more than one million people who can block one hundred million. We, with thirty thousand people, can block more than ten million. Can’t you last a whole day?”

Churchipus' words made the attendant seem to have lost his backbone.

He raised his head, looked at Churchips desperately, and murmured back: "General... Your Excellency, President, with all due respect, we... we... we are not Shandong."

at this time.

Bang.

The door to the president's bedroom was kicked open.

Karl, the leader of the Sheite faction, and Basaka, the leader of the Sakal faction, broke in.

Karl pointed at Churchip's nose and scolded: "Churchipus, what is going on, please tell me clearly!

Didn’t you send people to the dungeon to grab the secret treasure behind our backs? Why did the monster in the dungeon come out?

What the hell are you doing? ! "

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