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Chapter nine hundred and eighth(3/3)

"Ah... give up Bafang City?" Fan Ni'er was so shocked that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear. She knew that Zhou Sen said he would stick to Bafang City.

"Yes."

"Where are we going?"

"Zhishuiguan." Zhou Sen said every word.

"... Zhenshuiguan..." Fan Ni'er was stunned for a long time, and then he realized what he was doing. He had an incredulous expression on his face. After a long time, he sighed and said: "Zhou Lang is really audacious and a genius."

"There is no way. If we want to break the situation, we can only fight against the odds. What I command now is not hundreds of thousands of well-trained troops, but a ragtag group of refugees who lack food and weapons. Even if they have a chance to survive, they will be worried.

If you want them to risk their lives and kill the enemy bravely, only if you don't leave them a way out can you have any hope of victory. This is also a last resort." Zhou Sen sighed.

"What if the fifty thousand Crusader cavalry don't come?" Vaniel suddenly asked.

"If you were the defender of Zhenshuiguan, would you not come?" Zhou Sen asked.

"This...should come." Fannie'er thought for a long time, then raised her head and replied.

"Yes, they will come. Even if they know that General Mili and General Losi died in the battle, they will still come, because they not only want to recapture Bafang City, but also want to avenge General Mili." Zhou Sen said with confidence.

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"Well, the main thing is that General Mili has a very high status, and the defenders at Zhenshuiguan must also send troops to help. Otherwise, they will not be able to deliver orders to General Gore. Besides, among the surrounding cities of Bafang City, Zhenshuiguan is the only one stationed there.

There are heavy troops. If they don't send troops, Bafang City will become a hidden danger. Now that the followers of the Han Empire are gathering, the longer it takes, the worse it will be for them. Therefore, the best way is to take advantage of the refugees in Bafang City who have not yet established a firm footing.

Kill them immediately." Fan Ni'er said.

"Those who know me are like Nie'er!" Zhou Sen laughed and took Fan Nie'er into his arms.

"Zhou Lang, you have really changed." Fan Ni'er raised her smooth chin and looked at Zhou Sen infatuatedly.

"What has changed?"

"Every move you make always makes me feel suffocated, as if...as if...as if you have the power of life and death...that feeling...so heavy..."

Zhou Sen's heart moved.

Is it going to be promoted?

One of the realms of wisdom in "Invincible Secrets" is the "King's Way". According to its description, this realm is the power of the world, making people surrender and having the appearance of an emperor.

Suddenly, Zhou Sen realized a problem. He had not survived the tribulation for a long time.

It seems that the further back you go, the greater the power of the catastrophe and the lower the frequency.

Thinking of transcending tribulation, Zhou Sen wanted to laugh inexplicably. He always felt that transcending tribulation was a scam. The so-called transcending tribulation was actually killing masters of godhood in the technological stream and religious stream.

Time passes minute by minute.

There are really too many people in Bafang City, with children and daughters, and gold and silver. It is really not easy to leave in an efficient organization. Fortunately, Zhang Laosan still has some influence in Bafang City, and he can use both soft and hard tactics.

, killed a few thorns, and "invited" hundreds of thousands of residents out of Bafang City before dawn.

Boom!

The heavy Bafang City gate closed, making people feel inexplicably frightened.

"Let's go, general." Zhang Laosan glanced at the lifeless Bafang City.

"Take them first. Remember to go to high ground and don't run into Zhenshui City's cavalry. The scouts will always notify you of the movements of the Crusaders' cavalry." Zhou Sen warned.

"General, don't worry, no one knows Bafang City better than me, Zhang Laosan. In Bafang City, Zhang Laosan can touch it even if he closes his eyes." Zhang Laosan patted his chest and said.

"Brother Tu, remember, in troubled times, heavy codes are used. If you want to make orders follow, you must establish authority." Zhou Sen said earnestly.

"Thank you, General, for your teaching. Mr. Zhang will take it to heart." Zhang Laosan looked solemn. He deeply believed in Zhou Sen's words, because not long ago, after he killed several ruffians, he retreated at a very fast speed.

It's obviously much faster.

In this time of war and chaos, it is impossible to control the army without iron-blooded skills.

"Go ahead."

"Yes, General."

Zhang Laosan turned around and glanced at Bafang City in the dark. Inexplicably, he felt something was wrong, but for a moment, he didn't know what the problem was. If he knew that Zhou Sen had decided to abandon Bafang City long ago, he didn't know what he would do.

Who would have thought that he had sworn to the people of Bafang City that he would come back, not to mention that hundreds of thousands of refugees only carried three days of food rations...



As soon as Zhang Laosan's back disappeared, Sangbao appeared behind Zhou Sen like a ghost. In the darkness behind Sangbao, there were countless black shadows. They were all meteorite belt hunters temporarily summoned from the world of the altar.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready, sir." Sangbao said respectfully.

"Well, after receiving the signal, we must set fire to it at the same time. We must make the entire Bafang City burn at the same time. We must create a shocking visual effect and shock their minds." Zhou Sen's expression was serious.

"Yes, sir."

"The gathering place is at the city gate. When the time comes, I will open a door to time and space here."

"Yes, sir."
Chapter completed!
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