When Jinse Wushang stared at him, Tong Yanwuji was not nervous. He shrugged and said indifferently: "Many of our cars are not full of blood, and some are probably still left with blood."

Jinse Wushang shook and grabbed the joystick of the chariot.

The chariot still has blood?

Please forgive him, an unreliable commander who insisted on going into battle. He used to fight fortresses that were defending the system monsters. They were dozens of chariots that destroyed the decay and swept the whole way. Whether it was the arrow tower or the city wall, they were smashed in one round. After buying a few cars, they were still a few cars. I didn’t pay attention to the fact that the chariots would lose blood.

"It's quite boring to smash each other," Lu Li said relaxedly.

It is not impossible for twenty-five cars to win fifteen cars, provided that these twenty-five cars are intact. The actual losses caused by the bombs to the combat vehicles were durability, rather than specifically manifested in the destruction of several cars.

The statistics were soon presented to Jinse Wushang.

There were only seven of the twenty-two chariots full of blood, the remaining six with half blood upwards, and nine with half blood below, of which three are still in a state of residual blood.

The blood volume of the chariot can slowly recover, and maybe it will be able to recover in one or two hours, but now there is no time to wait for them to recover.

"Ahem..." Jinse Wushang didn't know how to speak.

He claims to be the top ten commanders in the game circle, and often pretends to say that if the president can't continue to do it one day, he will also compete for the title of the first commander. His subordinates will naturally flatter him. This is a genius commander who has been delayed by official duties.

However, in fact, the Jiangnan nobles relied on the number of people, equipment and gold coins in the field to barely maintain the face of large clubs. In the competition for dungeons with limited numbers, the Jiangnan nobles have always performed mediocrely.

Jinse Wushang, the genius commander, no longer knows how to command. He looks at Tong Yan Wuji, but Tong Yan Wuji completely ignores his eyes for help.

Damn, if I knew what to do, I would have killed you, the president.

If the problem cannot be solved, according to Jinse Wushang's usual urinary nature, he will definitely put the shit on Tong Yanwuji's head. At that time, all efforts to be put into the fortress's offensive and defensive battle will be paid by Tong Yanwuji.

No one can blame him?

Only Tong Yanwuji is the only one here who can barely be the scapegoat. The others are either mercenaries or masters recruited from Xinwang. Others in the guild are not identifiable enough. People on the board of directors are purely good at playing games, but their IQ is not lacking, and you can tell at a glance that this is trashing the blame.

"Go up, smash it up and I hatefully, and the other three walls will also start attacking together," Jinse Wushang was furious and issued an order to attack the general attack.

The fortresses in the early stage were actually very brainless. They were only gradually revised and became more and more playable. The chariots were no longer bought from the city war administrator, but were slowly refreshed at the starting point, and the number was also limited. The chariots gradually no longer played the protagonists of offensive and defensive wars, and the opportunistic city walls were also harmoniously removed.

Lu Li's fortress wall is now a bug.

It has no door!

No door left on three sides is like a hedgehog without weaknesses, and he must smash the city wall.

It is not possible to leave a door in the future. In some places, you must only build doors. No matter how good the door is, it is easier to smash than the city wall. Moreover, the attack direction in the future is not only these three places, but you can not attack from these three places. In addition, it is reasonable to throw a flying claw and climb the city wall. Anyway, everyone depends on their minds and abilities.

These are all later stories. The Jiangnan nobles must now smash the sword of judgment.

The trajectory route of the shell can basically be regarded as overlapping from high to low, and from low to high, but the effect is absolutely different.

Obviously, it will be further down from above and the impact will be more powerful.

Tong Yanwuji held the staff and leaned lazily on a tree outside the safe range, without any expectations for the fierce battle in front of him.

If he was really allowed to command, he would also concentrate the other two chariots and line up in two rows in the middle to concentrate firepower to attack. The city and the city have their own advantages and disadvantages. If the chariots on the city wall are more powerful and attack farther, then the advantage of the city is naturally greater space.

There were fifteen chariots placed on the city wall by Lu Li, and it was immediately full. There were only ten of these fifteen vehicles that could really play a role.

And you can place twenty cars in one row under the city, and it’s okay to place two rows.

But he was not sure about this. Lu Li was obviously not able to deal with it so simply. In Tong Yan Wuji's eyes, in addition to the Sword of Judgment, the chariot, the tree demon holding the javelin, and the jungle guardian with similar shape but larger size on the city wall.

The ending is destined, and the pattern determines destiny.

The Jiangnan nobles are really going to finish it, and it seems that they should find another way out.

Unlike the Jiangnan nobles who performed their own ways, Lu Li divided the chariots into three groups, each group attacking one of them in a concentrated manner, giving priority to completely destroying the remaining blood, and then solving the problem of those with a small amount of blood.

"Why is this happening, why?" Jinse Wushang's chariot was broken up, and he fell out of it and fell a split.

It hurts so much!

He was still a little unbelievable that he saw everything he saw. Three of the twenty-two tanks almost instantly dispersed, and one after another behind them was destroyed.

3:0!

4:1!

6:2!

11:4!

13:5!

When the chariots of the Sword of Judgment were destroyed, the Jiangnan nobles had already paid thirteen of them at the middle road, Jinse Wushang almost cried, and they had nine left, but they actually lost to the Sword of Judgment in terms of quantity.

In the end, all the chariots of the Jiangnan nobles were destroyed, and although the Sword of Judgment was only left with the last two remaining blood, they still had a majestic and strong city wall that could hardly be destroyed by human power and could not be destroyed across the Jiangnan nobles.

Lost!

Even those who lack brains know what this means.

The other two routes also quickly sent the battle report back. There were two chariots left on the front road, and the lower road was better, with three left...

Jinse Wushang was confused, and he suddenly felt that the result was ironic.

There are two cars on the road and three cars on the bottom lane. What use can these broken cars do? They are not enough to smash the city wall of the Sword of Judgment. He would rather have no chariots left on the road or on the bottom lane.

There were originally fifteen vehicles on the road, but there were thirteen vehicles left after two losses, and there were originally fifteen vehicles on the bottom road, and there were fourteen vehicles left after one loss. Their opponents were the Sword of Judgment on the upper road and the ten chariots on the lower road wall. The advantage was actually not very big. After all, these chariots were not baptized by bullets.

But even so, they won the battle against the chariots.

On the contrary, Jinse Wushang, who had an absolute advantage in quantity, lost a lot of money on the way, 22 to fifteen.

What does this mean?
Chapter completed!