Chapter 587: Ambush Along the Way

"They didn't intercept us." Wang Chumao walked to the Eighth General and said softly.

"Hmm." The Eighth General also saw the crusader's problems.

"How about arresting him for interrogation..."

"kill!"

The Eighth General nodded, and before Wang Zhu could finish his sentence, he suddenly waved his hand and uttered a deep and loud shout.

"Swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish..."

The archers who had been waiting for a long time immediately shot a deadly sharp arrow. Amidst the thrilling sound of piercing the air, the Crusaders let out a heart-piercing scream, and fell down in pieces. Hid behind a tree.

This crusader was completely defenseless, they were only paying attention to the pursuers behind them, they never thought that there was an ambush ahead, only a round of arrows rained down, and there were not many survivors left.

The nightmare of the Crusaders was not over yet. When the rain of arrows stopped, the werewolves ambushing on the two wings immediately killed them.

In just a few breaths, more than a hundred defeated deserters were killed by the White Turban Army. At first, Wang Zhu was worried that there would be no living interrogation, but soon he knew that worrying was unnecessary. The army left five crusaders.

Through torture and mutual verification, the current situation of Stone City was quickly grasped.

When the White Turbans knew that the 200,000 crusaders had been defeated, the forest suddenly fell into a long silence.

Wang Zhu saw that after learning that Stone City had won, many barbarians and werewolves had tears streaming down their faces.

"We won!" The eighth general faced the direction of Stone City and knelt on the ground with a plop, and more than a thousand white scarf soldiers knelt down one after another.

"With me, the God of Darkness, in person, it's no wonder we don't win." The only king who didn't kneel down said complacently.

"To shut up!"

The Eighth General stood up impressively, staring at Wang Zhu with a livid face, his eyes seemed to be burning with raging flames, full of murderous intent.

At the same time, more than a thousand white scarf soldiers glared at Wang Zhu at the same time. From their eyes, one could see the endless anger. If Wang Zhu hadn't fought side by side with them during this time, they would have rushed up and tore Wang Zhu to pieces.

"That... ahem... I'm just kidding..."

Looking at the pair of murderous eyes,

Wang Zhu coughed dryly twice.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't know your last name, but I know that you are a faithful believer in the God of Darkness, so I still forgive you this time, but I have to warn you, if you speak out again If you make fun of the God of Darkness, don't blame me...I..."

The eighth general said "I" a few words, but he insisted on not saying it. Obviously, he still remembered the contribution made by Wang Zhu this time. If there is a reward for meritorious service, Wang Zhu is definitely the first one.

Only after the White Turban Army withdrew from God City, the Eighth General had been thinking about how to deal with Wang Stupid along the way.

Judging from Wang Zhu's performance this time, it is obvious that he will never be a member of the Holy See. Moreover, the Eighth General can be sure that Wang Zhu believes in the God of Darkness. When he is fighting, he often shouts the slogans of the God of Darkness. You can see the clues, so the Eighth General has no hostility towards Wang Zhu. The only thing he hates is that Wang Zhu always casually pretends to be the God of Darkness. Of course, he also hates Wang Zhu's wretched expression.

In the eyes of the Eighth General, as long as Wang Chou does not pretend to be the God of Darkness, everything will be easy to handle. At that time, it will not be a problem to recommend him for an important position in the alliance army. Give the surname "King".

Like the Eighth Generals, a group of White Turbans had conflicting views on Wang Chu.

In fact, after more than ten days of fighting side by side, the White Turban Army already has a heart of respect for Wang Chu, and they also know very well that without Wang Chu, this operation would not have been so smooth, and it would have been impossible to achieve such a brilliant success .

No matter what, as long as Wang Zhi does not pretend to be the God of Darkness, other things can be forgiven, because in the alliance army, especially among the barbarians, the God of Darkness is not to be profaned, even if it is a joke...

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After executing a few crusaders, the White Turbans moved on.

On the way, more and more Crusaders encountered routs, and they were too numerous to kill. At the beginning, the White Turbans were still interested in sniping the Crusaders, but soon they discovered that the number of the Crusaders was too large, and they fled in groups, ranging from dozens to hundreds, and as many as thousand.

During the sniping, the White Turban Army began to suffer casualties.

"Although the Crusaders are defeated now, they will jump over the wall if they are in a hurry. We don't need to fight a group of defeated soldiers. Besides, it is at least a thousand kilometers from here to the City of God. Most of the Crusaders have no food and weapons. Many people are still wounded, hunting is also a problem, even if we don't kill them, the chance of them returning to God City alive is very small, we don't need to compromise our brothers to intercept them."

After the round of ambushes ended, Wang Zhu said while healing a werewolf.

"The problem is, we are now in a head-on collision with the Crusaders, and we have to kill them if we don't." The Eighth General smiled wryly.

"No, no, that's not the case. Think about it, the current Crusaders are fleeing all the way. When they see us, they are afraid to avoid them. They just want to escape back to the city of God quickly. They don't want to fight us at all, as long as we don't take the initiative to intercept and kill us." , they will not provoke."

"This..." The Eighth General showed a hint of hesitation on his face.

"General, the meritorious deeds established by rushing thousands of miles to the city of God are enough to make all our names go down in history. It doesn't matter if one more enemy is killed or one less enemy is killed. There is no need to kill these stragglers. I hope that the brothers who are still alive now A lot of them went back to Stone City!" Wang Zhu stared at him with a serious face.

The Eighth General didn't speak. He glanced at the White Turban Army who was cleaning the battlefield, and then at the hopeful eyes of a group of senior officers standing around him. His body couldn't help shaking. Suddenly, the Eighth General found that he had ignored the thoughts of his subordinates. After more than ten days of raids and campaigns, the army was exhausted.

"Okay." Eighth General nodded heavily.

Seeing the Eighth General nodding, a group of senior military officers breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Wang Zhu with gratitude.

Wang Zhu didn't know that although the Eighth General was good at fighting and had invincible courage, he had a bad temper and could listen to advice when encountering difficulties. If he had an opportunity to kill the enemy like now, if he spoke, he would surely After being scolded, if Wang Zhu didn't speak up, no one would dare to speak up.

Everyone's favor towards Wang Zhu increased greatly, but what Wang Zhu did next made everyone extremely disgusted, like swallowing a fly.

Wang Cun suddenly fell down, and then he lay on the ground and refused to leave. This made the Eighth General furious, but he had no choice but to kill Wang Cun. In the end, the solution was to temporarily make a sedan chair , arrange several werewolves to take turns to carry Wang Cun away.

Wang Chou was treated like a wounded soldier, but he didn't have the slightest awareness of the wounded. He kept making disgusting laughter along the way, and when he encountered delicious wild fruits on the road, he asked the werewolf to stop and pick them. If he was allowed to eat lying on the sedan chair, if it wasn't for Wang Zhu's affection for fighting side by side, the werewolves carrying the sedan chair would have thrown Wang Zhu into the swamp long ago...

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Along the way, they kept encountering crusaders fleeing. As Wang Zhu said, as long as they did not take the initiative to attack them, they would run away like frightened birds after encountering them. The werewolf went out and collapsed at the first touch.

There was no danger all the way.

As it got closer to Stone City, there were more and more spaceships in the sky. From the appearance and color of those spaceships, it could be seen that they were all spaceships of the Alliance Army.

It was clear that the Confederates had complete control of the airspace around Stone City.

However, what made the eight generals depressed was that they couldn't contact the spaceship that was flying fast in the sky at all, and even they had to be on guard against the spaceship of the alliance army attacking them at all times.

Along the way, the White Turbans have seen their spaceships attack the Crusaders on the ground many times.

In order to avoid being accidentally injured by the alliance spacecraft, the Eighth General finally decided to walk in the lush woods as much as possible without revealing his whereabouts.

After finally coming back alive, if he was killed by his own people, it would be a tragedy!

Of course, Wang Chou has many ways to contact the spaceship in the sky, but there is no need for him to do so, because he is living a very comfortable life now, lying leisurely on the sedan chair while eating sweet fruits. Immortal life is definitely not something that can be enjoyed on earth...

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Less than a hundred kilometers away from Stone City, Wang Zhu's fairy days are over, because the White Turban Army has to pass through an unobstructed wasteland. This wasteland spans tens of kilometers. If you want to detour, you will almost A hundred kilometers away.

At this time, the White Turban Army had already traveled 2,000 kilometers, and each of them was exhausted.

After weighing for a while, the White Turban Army finally decided to cross this wasteland.

In order to ensure mobility, Wang Zhu's welfare was cancelled, and his sedan chair was trampled to pieces by the werewolf for the first time, and he regained a crutch.

What made the group of werewolves vomit blood was that after Wang Zhu got off the sedan chair, he immediately walked like flying, not at all like a wounded person.

On the wasteland, there are abandoned weapons and corpses of fallen crusaders everywhere, emitting a stench that makes it difficult to breathe.

Obviously, this was a death zone for the fleeing Crusaders.

As he went deeper into the wasteland, the Eighth General regretted it more and more.

If a spaceship attacks them at this time, they will become living targets. The most terrible thing is that they do not have heavy weapons to deal with spaceships, and the bows and arrows on the White Turban Army are not specially used to deal with spaceships. One's own spaceship can't talk about fighting at all, even if it has heavy weapons, it can kill each other.

Just when the Eighth General was worried, suddenly, there was a whistling sound of piercing the air in the distance, and densely packed spaceships could be seen flying over in the air.

"God of darkness, invincible!"

Just when the White Turban Army was worried about being accidentally injured by the spaceship, Wang Zhu suddenly shouted.

The White Scarf Army was yelled by Wang Zhu, and suddenly woke up the dreamer with a word, and quickly followed suit.

"God of Darkness, Eternal Immortality!"

"God of darkness, you are invincible!"

"The God of Darkness, forever and ever!"

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The majestic voice swept across the wasteland and went straight to the sky.

Sure enough, after the densely packed spaceships flew overhead, they did not launch an attack immediately, but hovered over the White Turban Army.

"I am the Eighth General!" The Eighth General raised his neck and shouted, hoping that the people on the spaceship could hear his voice.

It is a pity that the spaceship was too noisy, and the voices of the eight generals could not be heard at all. Fortunately, they did not launch an attack, but disappeared into the sky after circling a few circles above the heads of the White Turban Army...

...r1058

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