The system is the king of the counterattack master

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the armrest of the huge throne was snapped off by Kucha's palm.

Although Han Xiaodong's words carried a bit of his own world's atmosphere, he knew that Kucha must be able to understand these words, because this was a trial, and he couldn't speak completely in the way of the Talks.

He also found that the Talks in the trial seemed to be trying to communicate with him in a way he could understand, which meant that the trial itself might have a language translation function.

His words obviously angered Kuqia. This proud guy was suddenly shot with an arrow, and he was ridiculed. With his temperament, how could he give up so easily.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became very tense for a while, with 10,000+ troops from both sides confronting each other inside and outside the city walls, and the battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Kucha originally thought that he had a chance to win, and wanted to take this opportunity to humiliate his younger brother, but he didn't expect to encounter such a strong counterattack. After losing face, he slowed down for half a minute before laughing sinisterly again.

"Hehehehehe, well, since you have such a backbone, I can rest assured that I will definitely cut off your head and use it to make an exquisite wine glass. At that time, you can sit on the throne with me. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Kucha's sinister laughter spread to the ears of everyone on the city wall, and everyone who heard it felt a very sharp tinnitus at the same time. Han Xiaodong quickly tapped the ground with his scepter, and the tinnitus slowly dissipated.

"Wait to die."

Kucha said gloomyly, and with a light wave of his right hand, 32 barbarians carried the throne and walked towards the mist again. The demon soldiers who were kneeling on the ground stood up like a tide, roaring loudly and rushing towards the city wall .

Surrounded by a group of ministers, Han Xiaodong returned to the safe area behind. He raised the scepter in his hand and hit the ground again, and there was a loud roar on the city wall.

Immediately afterwards, the top and bottom of the city wall was like a huge meat grinder, and it started up again. The people below had to climb up, and the people above had to defend with all their might. The sky and the ground became battlefields. The salamanders, together with the Talke warriors, fought a bloody battle from morning to evening. With the addition of divine power, the defenders finally swept away the decline of the past three days, and beat the demonic soldiers who were attacking the city to the ground. People were turned on their backs, and some generals even proposed to take the soldiers out to fight for a while, to defeat the prestige of those demonized soldiers.

Han Xiaodong knew that this was completely whimsical and had no maneuverability at all, but it seemed that it was really not an option to consume it like this. These demonized soldiers seemed to grow out of beans, endlessly, but the number of soldiers on his side was limited. And he couldn't last long himself.If it continues like this, I'm afraid it will only be a matter of time before the city breaks down.

When several generals were discussing the next countermeasures, suddenly a familiar person appeared in the temporary camp where Han Xiaodong was.

"Hank, how are you doing?"

As soon as he saw the people who came, Han Xiaodong's mood suddenly improved a lot. He was the best candidate for a reliable coach in his mind. Under his command, the whole day's battle went smoothly, although the attacking rhythm of the magic soldiers accelerated.But because of his counterattack experience and proper organization, Han Xiaodong's pressure today was not as great as the first day.

"Your Majesty, I have come to report something urgent."

Hank is the kind of person who puts business first. Ever since Han Xiaodong woke up, he has not shown up, but Han Xiaodong is very clear that this general has not been idle for a minute. On the contrary, he must be busy with everyone. Even if there is a big event, he will not appear in front of the king's tent at this time.

"Speak." Han Xiaodong didn't talk too much nonsense, the battle was urgent, and he still focused on business.

"Our scouts reported that they found a strange area in the thick fog, which was guarded by heavy soldiers, and they saw that the enemy sent slaves in, but all the slaves came out were demonized soldiers, so we deduced that it should be made Some kind of altar for demonized soldiers, which also matches the legend we heard."

When Han Xiaodong heard about Hank's information, he immediately thought of a game he had played before. He could create soldiers from buildings by spending money. Doesn't this altar have the same effect?
This information sounds a bit unbelievable, and whether it is completely accurate needs to be carefully considered, but after all, it is the information reported by Hank, and he must have already known it in his heart.

It is certainly a good thing to know the opponent's arsenal, but the location of the arsenal seems not ideal, not to mention how to find that place in the thick fog, but to say that it is a big problem for Wanjun to enter the thick fog. Arabian Nights.

So even if this information is true, its value is very limited. After all, the current Talks have no lasers or missiles, and bows and arrows alone cannot cause any damage to the enemy.

Seeing Han Xiaodong's hesitation, Hanke immediately took a step forward: "Your Majesty, I have an idea. I want to take advantage of the truce between the two sides tonight to lead people into the enemy's camp. If that altar is real, we will Just find a way to destroy it, and if the news is wrong, we will withdraw without losing anything."

When Han Xiaodong heard this suggestion, he almost fell down. It was the first time he heard that a coach personally went into battle to carry out a night attack.

"No!" Han Xiaodong rejected the proposal without even thinking about it: "I can allow you to send elites to attack at night, but you can't go by yourself. If something happens to you, who will command the army?"

This is absolutely an irrefutable reason. Even Hanke couldn't say no. At this moment, the veteran Hamil Tuo stood up, saluted each of Hanke and Han Xiaodong and said, "If the general Don't be afraid that I will steal the credit, the old man is willing to give it a try."

This request made Han Xiaodong feel that it was very unrealistic. This old man seemed to be about the age of a human being in his 70s. How could he be capable of this kind of sneak attack?
Just about to refute, I heard Hanke say: "If the old general is willing to go out in person, then I will feel more at ease."

Han Xiaodong looked at Hank in surprise and didn't understand what he meant at all. Seeing this, Hank hurriedly explained: "The old general has been leading our army's intelligence troops in the past. He has rich experience and is brave in combat. If he can go out, the mission will definitely go well."

"Are you kidding me?" The expression on Han Xiaodong's face at this time can no longer be described in terms of bewilderment, it is almost twisted together like a bun: "Am I worried about experience? I am worried about his body Son!"