Cross To Be The Emperor

"Your Majesty, are you going to storm the city gate?"

Seeing Li Hengxuan dismiss Wu Zun under Manjun, Ye Tian knew what Li Hengxuan was planning.

Manjun didn't know Zhang Fei's details, thinking that Zhang Fei had gone to another city gate.

But Ye Tian knew that at this moment Zhang Fei didn't go to make a surprise attack elsewhere, but went to rest. He had to rest for seven days after each berserk, and he stopped going up the tower two days earlier.

Ye Tian continued to whisper: "Your Majesty, why don't we wait and break the door when General Zhang recovers, then we will be safe. Now is not a good time for us to break the door."

"No, break the door now!"

Li Hengxuan smiled slightly, he knew Ye Tian's worries.

Now the rebels still have 23 Martial Venerables and a whole brigade of 2,000 Martial Artists guarding the city gate. Even though ten of them were dismissed by his tricks, there were still thirteen Martial Masters and a brigade of two thousand martial artists left.

Li Hengxuan only had 12 Martial Lords under his command, and Zhang Fei, the Martial Sect, was not there. If they attacked and merged, even if the city gates were really opened, there would be a lot of casualties.

But Wu Zun is something Li Hengxuan can't afford to lose now.

In fact, Ye Tian suggested to Li Hengxuan yesterday that he should break in when the rebel army was in chaos.

But Li Hengxuan did not agree yesterday, but took all the concubines to Wencun.

Of course, the most important thing is that the rebel army still retained considerable combat power yesterday. If we attacked yesterday, many more people would die. Now that there are only a million wounded soldiers left in the rebel army, and their morale is almost exhausted, this is the best chance.

As the emperor, Li Hengxuan naturally had to think about his soldiers.

Although it is said that there is no immortal in war, he still wants to win the war with the least casualties.

"Opening this city gate, no Martial Venerable will die, because you are not needed at all! Breaking the gate, I alone is enough..."

Li Hengxuan smiled slightly, and opened the real dragon golden body again, exuding golden light all over his body, jumped on top of the waste dragon, and flew down the tower.

"His Majesty!"

Ye Tian roared, he never thought that Li Hengxuan would jump down by himself.

"Haha, Li Hengxuan, you are looking for death! All Wu Zuns will go to me and capture Li Hengxuan alive!"

Man Jun was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and hurriedly summoned Wu Zun to surround him.

"Human-dragon attack!"

People in the air, Li Hengxuan smiled disdainfully and shouted loudly.

Seeing Feilong and Li Hengxuan, one person and one dragon, their profound energy instantly merged perfectly, their aura surged, and they accelerated instantly.

It hit the ground like a meteorite.

The human-dragon attack is a martial skill that Li Hengxuan acquired from the place of inheritance, and the waste dragon itself is a first-class martial master.

It is the Dragon Clan again, and its fighting power is even higher.

Li Hengxuan and Feilong launched a human-dragon joint attack, even a fourth- and fifth-level Wu Zun can deal with it.

Of course, Li Hengxuan would not be so stupid as to fight recklessly with the dozen or so martial masters like Man Jun, he was not so arrogant yet.

There was a whoosh.

Under the joint attack of people and dragons, Li Hengxuan broke through the encirclement of Man Jun and other Wu Zun in an instant.

When he used the human-dragon attack, he didn't want to fight head-to-head with the powerful warriors of the Manjun army, but to quickly fall to the ground.

"Chase!"

Man Jun shouted loudly, Li Hengxuan finally got down by himself, without the protection of the strong Wu Zun above.

How could he let Li Hengxuan go.

But in the next moment, Man Jun and the Wu Zun behind him suddenly froze.

He saw Li Hengxuan suddenly waved his hand towards the void.

Then…

Li Hengxuan's left hand suddenly showed a soaring aura.

Trapped camp!

Ten thousand strong martial artists finally showed up at this moment!

A total of ten thousand strong martial artists appeared on Li Hengxuan's left hand side!

"How is it possible? Li Hengxuan,

Where did you get so many strong martial artists! "

Man Jun and other rebel Wu Zun trembled violently, and even thought they were dreaming, and their eyes were dazzled.

But this shocking aura reminded them all the time that it was true.

There are 10,000 martial masters, even if you search the entire Tianyuan City, you can't find so many martial masters. The Manchu army managed to gather the five major rebel forces to form two battalions of martial artists, with a total of 2,000 martial artists.

However, Li Hengxuan conjured up ten thousand martial artists.

It appeared completely out of nowhere, just like the group of Martial Venerables who suddenly appeared beside Li Hengxuan on the tower.

Moreover, these 10,000 martial arts masters are not the same as the two martial arts brigades of the rebel army.

Although there are 2,000 people in the two martial arts brigades of the rebel army, the breath of these two thousand martial artists is disordered, and they take care of each other, and they cannot be perfectly combined together.

But there are 10,000 martial artists trapped in the camp, but the aura can perfectly form a whole, and the aura is like a single person, soaring straight into the sky.

Even the peak Wuzong probably had to take a detour when he saw him.

"Kill! Kill me, everyone gathers here, there are only 10,000 warriors, we have a million soldiers, if you pile up the numbers, you have to pile them up and kill them."

Man Jun was about to go crazy, but he forgot that he was on the top of the city tower at this moment, and there were more than a dozen Wu Zun watching here. He also forgot that as long as he opened the city gate, there would be tens of millions of sergeants waiting to work outside, enough to grind his million wounded soldiers into minced meat.

But he never thought that the 10,000 martial artists trapped in the camp were not all of Li Hengxuan's trump cards.

"Manjun, do you think this is enough?" Li Hengxuan smiled slightly and waved his hand again.

"Enough, stop waving. Please..."

Seeing Li Hengxuan again, Manjun was about to collapse.

Three days ago, when Li Hengxuan rode a blood dragon on top of the city tower, he waved his hand, and suddenly a group of Wu Zong and a group of Wu Zun appeared beside him.

Just now, as soon as he landed and waved his hand, ten thousand warriors appeared, ten thousand warriors who could perfectly integrate the breath.

Now, Li Hengxuan waved his hand towards the void again, what else will appear?

Soon, Manjun knew the answer.

A strong Martial Lord suddenly appeared on Li Hengxuan's right hand side, it was Zhao Kaishan. The commander of the Great Xia Forbidden Army, directly under the commander of the First Battalion of the Great Xia Forbidden Army, Zhao Kaishan.

Appearing at the same time as Zhao Kaishan, there is also the first battalion of the imperial army under his direct command, with 10,000 horses.

Not many people.

The momentum is definitely not as strong as the previous trap camp.

There are 10,000 soldiers in the camp, all of them are strong martial artists, although Zhao Kaishan's first battalion of the forbidden army is the strongest battalion of the forbidden army.

But only the big captain and individual small captains, such as Han Jian, are martial masters.

The rest are martial arts.

However, the visual impact of the 10,000 forbidden troops on the Manchu army was no less than that of the previous 10,000 warriors in the camp.

Because what these ten thousand forbidden soldiers are holding is not the spears and spears that are common in regular troops.

It's a strange-shaped iron lump connected by fire plow wood and refined iron pipe!

It doesn't seem to have any lethality at all. This thing is far less imposing than a spear, which is about three feet long, without a blade or a point.

In addition, among the 10,000 forbidden troops, there are about 1,000 more.

Every two people push a strange-looking small cart with two wheels and a three-inch-diameter iron pipe in the middle, which also looks harmless.

But Wu Zun of Manjun and all the rebels felt the danger.