Villains: The protagonist sells his kidneys just for the villains to squander

Chun Shenjun Huang Xie said so, and the generals were full of confidence.

The wine glass in his hand was squeezed hard, and it shattered into several petals with a "boom".

The copper wine glass scratched his rough hand, and the cloudy wine mixed with bright red blood dripped on the wine table.

Chun Shenjun didn't feel any pain, only the infinite longing for the future.

"Even the territory of my Great Chu will be doubled! Become the only winner in the troubled times!"

In a word, let the generals ignite.

Through the efforts of many generations.

The ultimate goal is not to dominate the world.

"Report... The Qin army is attacking the barracks!"

Xiaobing was very disappointed, and came in at a critical moment.

Everyone was surprised.

Many people just sobered up.

Big words and high ambitions are like passing clouds.

Qin Jun's terror once again gained the upper hand.

Except for one person, not worried at all.

Mr. Hu squeezed his mustache and congratulated Mr. Chunshen.

"Congratulations, general. It must be Xing Leng who successfully killed Meng Ao and others. The Qin army avenged Meng Ao and others regardless of the fatigue of the soldiers."

The Mohists, who were able to be on the gold list, are full of self-confidence and believe in the strength of the Yinyang family.

Killing a general is just a piece of cake.

So dare to be sure, the big thing has been accomplished.

Chunshen Jun Huang Xie had just drunk and was slightly drunk.

Originally, Xing Leng was full of confidence to assassinate Meng Ao.

Chunshen Jun thought that if the assassination was successful, Chu would win a big victory; if the assassination failed, Chu would guard the tower, and Chu would also win a big victory.

At this time, the momentum cannot be lost.

"Hahaha... well done! The city is well-defended, and with the Mohist institutions, no worries!"

"Hahaha..."

Others think of the advantages from home.

Morale is slowly improving.

Mr. Hu and the giants of the Mohist school have already calculated that if they want to destroy the gold list in the sky, it must be a very large trebuchet, or even a giant crossbow cart.

Then there must be no way to move, let alone get it to the battlefield of Chu State so quickly.

Therefore, Mr. Hu bowed down and asked for a fight.

"The Mohist institution is unparalleled in the world. The Mohist advocates non-aggression and love, and the Qin State is tyrannical and innocent. Let me, the Mohist, take the first game, how about it?"

There are many purposes. Mr. Hu wants to impress all countries again. After all, who doesn’t want to be named on the gold list, preferably No.1.

Confucianism, the head of a hundred schools of thought, who is convinced?
Chun Shenjun Huang Xie also wanted to see how powerful the Mo family was.

"Okay, all the generals will assist from the side, defeat the Qin army today, and show our country's prestige!"

"like!"

Many soldiers, full of confidence, went up to the tower to supervise the battle, and kissed the horseback, ready to drink the blood of the enemy.

At the city wall, there was the sound of iron clashing, gear grinding, and soldiers shouting. . .

A giant crossbow cart, loaded with iron crossbow arrows, and the bow strings are tight, extremely powerful.

The mechanically assembled human-shaped puppet has a strong sense of oppression. If the movement is smoother, the material is better, and the size is several times larger, it is simply a reproduction of Gundam.

There are also catapults filled with iron slag, and shield carts to protect Mohist institutions.

And Mr. Hu mysteriously pulled down the fabric, which turned out to be a deeply hidden cannon. . .prototype. . .

The several-meter-long cannon was obviously just produced, inspired by tanks. . .

The Mohist giant also gave a very good reason.

This is called using barbarians to control barbarians.

Mr. Hu patted the metal barrel of the cannon.

The crisp echo is really the sound of nature.

"As long as the Qin army approaches and the sky-rocketing cannon fires, the Confucianists have to lean back!"

Climb high and look far.

Mr. Hu stood on the pedestal of the sky cannon, looking at the Qin army ten thousand meters away.

As long as it gets a little closer, it will be the true power of the sky cannon.

Qin Jun was in darkness.

Mr. Hu didn't panic at all.

It's just that there is a little sparkle in Qin Junzhong?
"Could it be my eyesight? Why is it getting brighter and brighter, or..."

I also want to say that it is getting closer.

I can't say anymore.

With the city gate as the center, everything around seemed to be torn to pieces by forces from countless directions.

Except for those hard things such as iron bumps, it can still maintain its shape.

All other things turned into specks of dust in the white light.

When the dust settles.

The eyes of those who were lucky enough to stay away from the attack range, or those who were accidentally alive while inside, seemed to be fixed.

Confused looking at the big hole at the city gate.

The city gate has long since disappeared.

Those Mohist institutions, humanoid puppets and so on.

All turned into scrap iron, or simply can't find the fragments.

And those great generals have already returned to the underworld.

Then came the Qin army who came out in full force, all of them like wolves and tigers, for fear that they would be a step too late and they would not even be able to drink the soup.

After all, the first person to climb the tower will have extra rewards.

It didn't take long for the cavalry of the Qin army to stand in the broken city wall.

That's it.

The bewildered Chu army can't beat but can escape.

Chu Jun came to his senses, but found a terrible fact.

It was too late to escape.

After the tongues of flame appeared, the comrades who were happily running away together, bleeding out of nowhere for no reason.

This is too weird.

Even escaping is an extravagant hope.

What else to do, throw away your weapons and surrender.

But what did Qin Bing mean when he asked whether he believed in God? ? ?