Zhou Ping'an's face was also ashen.

She went from being the princess of the beautiful daughter of heaven to become a fugitive slave in the country, and then went to the wilderness for a lifetime.

There, she used what she had learned in Tianlan Continent to be able to get the wind and water among the barbarians. Later, she met Chu Xuan and learned a lot of amazing things.

But she did not feel that she was very frustrated because of this. On the contrary, she always knew her weaknesses.

When the Great Zhou Dynasty was destroyed, she was too young and had only had time to read some books, but she didn't understand the things she really practiced.

Even when the Barbarians were teaching the barbarians to grow vegetables, she tried and misled countless times before finally trying the correct method.

And the art of war is even more weak among her.

After all, in a dynasty that has been peaceful for hundreds of years, who would have thought of teaching a princess’s military strategy?

But she was not too worried because the barbarians had innate advantages.

Their bodies, their strength, and their speed all gave them the upper hand when facing the Tianlan army.

But she was still too naive. She could not have imagined that war was the art of most people, and it was the art of command and generals.

As long as the command is done properly, the strategy is done properly, and the execution is done properly, it is really too easy to win the more with less.

The three waves of cavalry seem to be a long time, but it actually took more than half an hour to rush.

In just over half an hour, she watched her army turn from a hunter to a slaughter, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Mother Goddess, what should we do now?

Will the gods bless us?"

The waiter couldn't help but start asking her for a way.

But what can Zhou Pingning say?

She doesn't understand, she doesn't understand at all.

"The evil ghosts always struggle to death. This is the test given to us by God."

She said coldly with a calm face.

?These words, spoken with an old face, are particularly convincing.

The waiters beside him looked gentle, and then someone stroked his chest with one hand and said piously: "We are the people chosen by the gods and will definitely pass the test of the gods."

While speaking, someone has already blown a long and desolate horn to convey the hymns of the gods to every barbarian.

This horn is indeed motivating to the barbarians, but it is already a little too late.
Chapter completed!