Wang Yao looked at the small army that belonged to him in front of him, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Just like before, when the war begins, melee soldiers are in front, magic soldiers are behind, and artillery vehicles are covering up and dispersing!"

Then with a wave of his hand, the troops immediately began to enter the grass on both sides in an orderly manner. After hesitating for a while, he followed Mao Mao and the others to the grass on the right.

"Hey, Mao Mao, do you carry dry food? I was a little hungry after rushing all night." Wang Yao squatted beside Mao Mao and asked in a low voice.

Mao Mao gave Wang Yao a blank look and said nothing. He seemed to have known that Wang Yao would have forgotten to bring dry food. Then he took out a ball of salt rice from the package on the side and handed it over with his lips.

Since Wang Yao teased the "partner" yesterday, this girl has always had the expression of "I don't want to pay attention to you".

Wang Yao was a little embarrassed. When he was in the 17th team, Mao Mao took care of him the most and their relationship was the best. Wang Yao really didn't want to fight with her, but he just couldn't figure out what kind of anger Mao Mao was...

While eating the rice ball silently, Wang Yao looked at Mao Mao who was squatting beside him, thinking about how to make up.

Maybe the morning mist was too strong. At this time, the blue cloak on Mao Mao's body was already wet. When she was pressed against her body, her figure looked a little thin, and her black look was a little messy. A few strands fell on her cheeks, which looked a little pale because of the night. There was a delicate and desolate beauty.

"What are you doing?" Mao Mao suddenly turned around and said, as if he had noticed Wang Yao's gaze, and there was a hint of uncomfortable blush on her face.

Seeing that Mao Mao was finally willing to talk to him, Wang Yao was a little happy and said with a smile: "No, I just wonder if you plan to ignore me again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Mao snorted, and turned his face and fell silent again.

After being turned away, Wang Yao knew that Mao Mao's anger had not yet subsided, so he could only bite the rice ball in embarrassment. Suddenly he remembered Su An's incident and said, "By the way, the captain came to our camp yesterday afternoon."

"Captain? He has come to see us? Why don't I know?" A hint of surprise flashed across Mao Mao's face.

Mao Mao always regarded Su An as his brother or father. Whenever he mentioned Su An, Cold War and other things were thrown out directly.

Wang Yao, who felt that he had found the right way to reconcile, responded with the situation: "He only found me. I originally wanted to keep him, but the captain seemed to be in a hurry, so he didn't keep him."

"Hmph, what? The captain has always been the most partial to you. I haven't seen you for a month and I haven't come to see us." Mao Mao bulged his cheeks with some dissatisfaction and complained. His expression looked like a child who was neglected by his parents.

Wang Yao couldn't help but smile and said, "Maybe he really doesn't have time, but I heard from him that he has now been promoted to the commander of the Ninth Army."

"Really?!" Hearing this news, a smile immediately appeared on Mao Mao's face.

She complained privately about why Su An was just in the position of sergeant commander and often felt unfair about Su An's situation. This surprise was no less than victory for her.

Seeing that Mao Mao finally regained his former smile, Wang Yao breathed a sigh of relief, so he stumbled while the iron was hot and said, "By the way, I made an appointment with the captain in advance. After the war, he would have to invite us to the best restaurant in Jingzhou for a big meal!"

"That's of course! After all, the captain was promoted to the captain of thousands of men in one breath, and he must invite this meal!" Mao Mao gave Wang Yao a 'beautiful' look, and his joy was beyond words.

"I haven't told Shi Liang and Ono and the others about this matter yet. Please help me convey it to them when you have time." As he said that, Wang Yao threw the remaining rice ball into his mouth and muttered, "Is there any water?"

Mao Mao glanced at Wang Yao, and his eyes suddenly became strange.

She has always been quite intelligent. Now that she has passed her joy, she soon realized that Wang Yao had deliberately mentioned Su An for himself. She suddenly felt deceived and said angrily: "The water is too heavy. I didn't help you with it. I only have my own water bag. How about you?"

As he said that, he took off the water bag he had drunk on the road from his waist and handed it to Wang Yao.

"You are not poisonous, why don't you dare to drink it?" Wang Yao didn't care. After rushing all night, he was very thirsty after eating a rice ball. He took the water bag in Mao Mao's hand and opened it and started drinking.

Seeing Wang Yao holding his water bag and tilting his head up and drinking, Mao Mao was stunned, and then his little face suddenly turned red. She silently lowered her head and looked at the wool-like grass beside her boots. When no one noticed it, a slightly shy sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth without a trace...

Although the relationship was relieved, Wang Yao finally did not tell Mao Mao about Su An. While drinking sweet water, he thought about the scene of meeting Su An at that time.

He always felt that Su An's changes were a little abnormal, somewhat similar to Zhuge Liang who suddenly became sick...

Click—click—

At this moment, there was a vague sound of countless armor rubbing in front of me.

Wang Yao was shocked, his dark eyes were motionless through the gaps in the grass in front of him, looking at the mist in front of him, and at the same time, he stuffed the water bag back to Mao Mao next to him.

"What's wrong?" Mao Mao came up and asked.

"The black soldier is here." Wang Yao was sharp-eyed. When the ordinary soldiers could not see clearly, he saw the dark fog in the hazy morning mist. The black soldier armed to his teeth was slowly coming out from behind the enemy's first defense tower.

"You can see all this? I can only hear the sound." Mao Mao said in surprise.

"Do you think my number one soldier in the canyon is a vain?" Wang Yao smiled, but his eyes were just staring at the front from beginning to end, like a goshawk searching for prey in the air.

There is no hero!

Wang Yao was stunned for a moment, and then he felt it unwillingly. He found that there was indeed no trace of enemy heroes, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought he would meet Lu Bu again, or other top lane heroes on the Wei side, but he didn't expect that he would only have one wave of troops.

Isn’t this free money?

A smile appeared on the corner of Wang Yao's mouth and said to Mao Mao beside him: "The enemy's cannon carts and magic soldiers are all concentrated in the middle. After a while, Shi Liang Ono and the others attack. Just order our cannon carts and magic soldiers to concentrate their firepower to cover the middle part of the enemy's soldier line."

"What should we do with the enemy hero?" Mao Mao asked nervously.

"The enemy hero didn't come." Wang Yao thought for a while and said seriously: "I think I must have overslept, right?"

Mao Mao couldn't help but burst into laughter, and gave Wang Yao a blank look and said, "Do you think others will oversleep every day like you?"

Having said that, Mao Mao still breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

In fact, except for Wang Yao, all the soldiers of the Seventh Main Force were very nervous. No matter how good the tactics were, they were just flirting with the absolute power.

After all, in this world, heroes are the most noble!

Soon, when the black soldiers completely entered the encirclement, the earth-shaking shouts of killing suddenly sounded from behind them, and countless blue soldiers rushed out of the endless grass like evil tigers.

The black soldiers immediately fell into panic and commotion, as if they were shocked by the sudden attack.

The person who originally planned to attack was now attacked!

"Don't be confused, defend! Magical soldiers and fireballs cover!" A thousand-man in Wei State in black armor remained calm and immediately began to command the enemy.

But at the same time, Mao Mao beside Wang Yao also stood up, and without saying a word, a fireball hit the enemy's commander.

With a bang, the fireball hit the ground, bursting with dazzling sparks and scorching high temperatures.

At the critical moment, the commander of the Wei State, who had rich combat experience, almost avoided the fireball that Mao Mao went out and was climbing up from the ground in a mess.

But this is not the end. Mao Mao’s fireball is just a signal flare. Following closely behind are the fireballs of two hundred magic soldiers and the firepower of five cannon vehicles!

Countless sharp sounds of breaking through the air cut through the tranquility of the first morning of the canyon.

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The subsequent battles were actually lacking. Under the first wave of targeted firepower, the black soldiers of Wei State were caught off guard. The two types of magic soldiers and artillery vehicles were directly submerged by the sea of ​​fire, and only a few people survived.

Without the heroes, the black army lost the cover of long-range firepower, and the black army was almost no different from the fish on the chopping board. Facing the fierce Shu army, there was no power to resist. As soon as it came into contact, the entire army collapsed directly.

Even Wang Yao had only had time to pick up 37 black soldiers' heads with the armor-breaking bow and the endless blade. The battle was over, and the veritable cleaning of the troops!

Of course, Wang Yao was not in the mood to care about the problem of gold coins.

He was used to the leisure and peace of Jingzhou and the sudden bloody killing, although he could no longer cause any psychological trauma to Wang Yao now, he still couldn't adapt to it at once.

Real war and imagination or game are always different. The black soldiers who were destroyed by them also have many young girls and young people in their prime. When their desperate screams, whispers, and help sounded throughout the battlefield and filled the entire auditory system, only those with psychological distortions will feel a strong pleasure of conquest.

Wang Yao's psychology is not distorted, at least not yet.

The pungent smell of blood, the harsh screams, and the tears still hanging on the pale face that had no breath, were still tortures to his soul every time.

But even so, he would not give up on fighting, because someone would have to protect the land under his feet, even in the cruelest way...

As soon as the war ended, Wang Yao left the land that had been completely dyed with blood. After slowly breathing out a breath of turbid air, he took out his cell phone from his arms regardless of the blood stains on his body.

The balance of gold coins displayed in the equipment purchase interface is: 111o.

Looking at the mobile phone interface, Wang Yao pondered for three seconds, then stretched out his finger, clicked and purchased three times at the "Iron Sword" above, and clicked and purchased once at the "Spell of the Magic Book".

After the operation, Wang Yao turned around and looked at the troops in the distance.

The soldiers of the Seventh Main Force were finishing the attacks on the battlefield for those black soldiers who were not dead. They couldn't tell who was with whom, so he shouted: "Mao Mao, Fei Yi, Shi Liang Ono, come here!"
Chapter completed!