"No, it's just a simple soldier who comes to block the water and earth. I don't know if the opponent will attack.

I hope the other party can demonstrate, so I can go back to Harjiang quickly.”

Lu Fangwang shook his head with a wry smile.

"I guess this battle cannot be escaped. Do you think if there are more and more Asians in the future, I will have to do something sooner or later?"

Jiang Zhe pondered for a moment and said slowly.

"Then we can't always waste time here, right? If the Asians wait until we disperse before attacking, the people who rely on Jichun Military Region alone cannot stop it."

Du Xue expressed her concerns.

"Hehe, if the Asians use even thirty-six strategies, then use nuclear bombs to wash the floor, otherwise no one can stop it."

Jiang Zhe looked at the map in Paoye's hand and half joking and half warning.

This battle is not easy to fight.

The 20,000 extraordinary people have no great advantage over at least 100,000 sub-men.

A subman is equivalent to a first-order extraordinary person.

It's terrifying to think about it. More than 100,000 fully armed first-level extraordinary people rushed over.

Not to mention fighting, even if more than 100,000 spears are thrown over, it is said that many extraordinary people can survive.

Then.

Relying on these high-level extraordinary people, they killed the submen one by one.

The daylily is probably cold.

A group of people chatted in the tent until late at night.

"Jiang Zhe."
Chapter completed!