The Mightiest Little Peasant

Southeast Asia, on an island.

A half-white man in his sixties put down the phone with a serious expression on his face.

The plane was sniped and couldn't take off, and the entire warship was wiped out, but there seemed to be no loss on Huaxia's side.

This situation was completely beyond his expectation.

In his mind, no matter how bad this group of guys is, they can kill many people, and they may even cause heavy losses to the Huaxia people.

But the result is like this!

"A bunch of trash!" He cursed in a low voice.

Then, as soon as he gritted his teeth, a smoldering look appeared on his face.

"Damn Chinese people, it's not that easy to kill me!"

He took a deep breath and walked out.

Outside is a wide square, with figures sitting cross-legged, wearing black clothes and felt hats, with black boxes placed in front of them.

At a glance, there were at least four to five hundred people.

With so many people gathered together, there was still silence.

All the faces were dignified and extremely chilling.

Everyone knows that there will be a tragic battle in the future. Either they will die or the Chinese people will die. Even if they can win, it must be a tragic victory. Many people here are afraid that they will not see the sun tomorrow.

When the figure came out, everyone raised their eyes and looked over.

Mu La took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "The Huaxia people... are coming! Everyone, get ready for a bloody battle!"

In the square, a low hum suddenly sounded.

Suddenly, someone stood up and shouted excitedly, "Huaxia people are bullying too much, we will fight them!"

"Yes! Fight them!"

Someone stood up again, raising their arms and shouting.

Then, they stood up one by one and shouted in unison, and the whole square boiled.

Mu La nodded in satisfaction. With such blood and morale, they still have a chance in this battle.

He turned around and looked to one side.

There were three figures sitting there, the middle one was wearing a monk's robe, his face was old, his figure was thin, his exposed skin was like gold, with a metallic luster.

With this appearance, he looked very much like Ah San's ascetic monk.

The other two were also so old, and one of them was even more sinister and ghostly.

"Three seniors, this battle is up to you!"

Mu La bowed respectfully and authentically.

The old monk raised his eyelids, snorted softly, and said, "Don't worry, we will definitely do our best."

The shady old man said, "This Chinese man, are you getting more courageous now? When the old dragons were around, they didn't dare to start the battle to destroy the world. Now they only have a new dragon, so they dare to be so arrogant."

"Hmph! It's wishful thinking to destroy our Nanyang!"

Mu La smiled, but her heart was full of determination.

Among these three, two are of true real-life strength, and one is half-step, which is equivalent to three dragons.

As for Huaxia, there are at most three!

Maoshan used to have two,

Coupled with that new one, all three are truly human-level strengths. If they all come, it is indeed better than them.

However, they have some great advantages in playing at home.

In the square, the shouts continued, getting louder and louder, reaching into the sky.

Soon, they moved, checked the contents of the box, and began to prepare for battle.

Then, they filed out and flocked to the shore.

Over there, fortresses were built long ago, machine guns were set up, patches of mines were planted, and many mercenaries were stationed there.

As long as these arrangements can kill a few Chinese people, it will be worth it.

They gathered behind the defensive line, ready to fight.

Under Mulla's command, coffins and large pitch-black vats were brought in and placed behind them.

After everything was ready, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the silence was a little scary!

Everyone suppressed their breathing, their eyes were bright, and they looked at the sea ahead.

After about ten minutes, there was a movement on the sea surface, and then one after another fishing boats were seen galloping towards them.

"coming!"

All around exclaimed.

"Fire! Fire!"

As the order was issued, flames shot out from those fortresses, and rockets roared away.

However, these thermal weapons were useless at all. When the fishing boat approached, they were blocked by an invisible barrier.

No matter how much they bombard, they will not be able to shake it in the slightest.

A group of wizards were a little speechless.

This situation was completely beyond their expectations.

"My God! What are they doing!"

Seeing that the fishing boats still showed no signs of slowing down when they reached the shore, everyone was shocked.

Under everyone's horrified eyes, the fishing boats rushed directly onto the beach, covered with a layer of tortoise shell, and rolled over like tanks.

The landmine was touched, but it couldn't do any damage at all.

Those fishing boats were covered with shields all over their bodies.

At this time, a rocket blasted out from the fishing boat, and the indiscriminate bombing directly destroyed their carefully arranged line of defense.

A group of mercenaries, dead and crippled.

Finally, the fishing boat stopped, and the roaring explosion disappeared.

When the gunpowder smoke cleared away, one after another silhouettes appeared on the fishing boat, all black and dense, each with an imposing manner like a rainbow.

Especially on the fishing boat in the middle, there is a person standing with the most terrifying aura.

But that face was blurred.

It's the Chinese dragon!

Everyone in Nanyang was shocked.

This dragon, they have been famous for a long time, in the whole world, it can be said to be very famous!

But looking at it again, many of them gasped and showed doubts.

Sweeping around, why there are only two real people, one is the dragon, the strongest, a real real person level, and the other is a Taoist priest, judging by the momentum, it should only be half a step.

Other than that, it's gone!

"No way!"

They looked stunned.

I thought that Huaxia made a big move and invited all the powerful people to destroy their Nanyang cultivation world, but looking at it now, it seems that this is not the case.

Even Mu La and those old guys were stunned.

Immediately afterwards, his face became a little weird.

If there are really only this few people, aren't they here to die!

How dare this group of Huaxia people be so arrogant, thinking that relying on this few people, they can destroy their Nanyang cultivation world!

"Could it be that it hasn't come out yet!" They thought secretly.

"Are you Mulla?"

On the boat, Tang Hao glanced at Namura, "It's you, the one who ordered the attack on China?"

"So what! This is my Nanyang, how can you Chinese people be allowed to be presumptuous." Mu La said coldly.

Tang Hao sneered, and said, "You are quite courageous!"

As he spoke, he jumped lightly and fell to the ground.

"Hmph! You are the ones who are so courageous. If you want to destroy Nanyang, just dream!" Mu La yelled angrily.

The old monk also spoke, "Stop talking nonsense, if you want to call, hurry up and call all your people!"

Tang Hao smiled indifferently, and said, "It's all here! Your opponent today is me!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, pointed to the old monk, and then pointed to the ghostly old man.