"They were not intercepting us." Wang St. Maoxiao walked to the side of the Eighth General and said softly.

"Hmm." The Eight Generals also saw the problems of this crusader.

"Or arrested and interrogated..."

"kill!"

The Eight General nodded. Before Wang Mo could finish his words, he waved his hand suddenly and let out a low and fierce shout.

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish

The archer, who had been waiting for the battle, immediately shot out a deadly sharp arrow. Amid the thrilling sound of breaking through the air, the Crusaders let out a heart-wrenching scream, falling down in pieces, and those who were not shot quickly hid behind the tree.

This crusader was defenseless. They just paid attention to the pursuers behind and did not expect that there would be ambush in front of them. It was just a rain of arrows, and not many were alive.

The Crusader's nightmare was not over yet. When the rain of arrows stopped, the werewolf who were ambushing on both wings immediately killed him.

Just a few breaths, more than one hundred defeated deserters were killed by the White Thread Army. At first, Wang Fan was worried that he would not have a living interrogation, but soon he knew that the worries were unnecessary. The White Thread Army left behind five crusaders.

Through severe torture and verification, we quickly grasped the current situation of Stone City.

When the White Scarf Army knew that the 200,000 Crusaders had been defeated, a long silence suddenly fell into the forest.

Wang Mo saw that when he learned that Stone City had won, many barbarians and werewolves were already filled with tears.

"We won!" The Eight Generals faced the direction of Stone City and knelt on the ground, and more than a thousand white scarf soldiers knelt down one after another.

"It would be strange if my God of Darkness came out in person." Wang St, who did not kneel down, said proudly.

"Shut up!"

The Eight Generals stood up and stared at Wang Fan with a blue face. His eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and they were full of murderous aura.

At the same time, more than a thousand white scarf soldiers glared at Wang Mo at the same time. From their eyes, they could see endless anger. If Wang Mo hadn't fought side by side with them during this period, they would have rushed up to tear Wang Mo into pieces.

"That...ah...ah...I'm just kidding..."

Looking at the murderous gazes, Wang Fan coughed twice.

"I don't know who you are, nor what your surname is, but I know that you are a loyal believer of the God of Darkness, so I still forgive you this time, but I must warn you that if you joke about the God of Darkness without any restraint, don't blame me...I..."

The Eight General said a few words, but he didn't say it out. Obviously, he still remembered the contributions made by Wang Mo this time. If you want to reward merits, Wang Mo would definitely be the first merit.

After only evacuating from the White Turban Army from God City, the Eight Generals were considering how to deal with Wang Fan along the way.

Judging from Wang Mo's performance this time, it is obvious that he will never be a member of the Holy See. Moreover, the Eight Generals can be sure that Wang Mo is a god of darkness. When he was fighting, he often shouted the slogans of the God of Darkness. Therefore, the Eight Generals no longer had hostility towards Wang Mo. The only thing he hated was that Wang Mo always inadvertently pretended to be the God of Darkness. Of course, he also hated Wang Mo's obscene expression.

In the eyes of the Eight Generals, as long as Wang Mo does not pretend to be the God of Darkness, everything will be easy. At that time, it will not be a problem to recommend him to any important position in the Alliance Army. Even the Eight Generals also intend to suggest that the Temple give Wang Mo the surname "King".

Like the Eight Generals, a group of White Scarf Army had a contradictory view of Wang St.

In fact, after more than ten days of fighting side by side, the White Turban Army already had respect for Wang Mo. They also knew very well that without Wang Mo, this action would not have been so smooth, and it would have been even more impossible to achieve such a brilliant success.

No matter what, as long as Wang Mo does not pretend to be the God of Darkness, other things can be forgiven, because in the Alliance Army, especially among the barbarians, the God of Darkness cannot be blasphemed, even if it is a joke...

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After several Crusaders were executed, the White Scarf continued to advance.

During the march, more and more crusaders were fleeing, and they were unable to kill them. At the beginning, the White Scarf Army was still interested in sniping the Crusaders, but soon they discovered that the number of crusaders was too large. They fled in groups, ranging from dozens or hundreds to thousands.

During the sniper killing, the White Scarf Army began to suffer casualties.

"Although the Crusaders are now defeated, they will jump over the wall if they are anxious. We do not need to fight with a group of defeated soldiers. Besides, from here to God City, there is at least a thousand kilometers. Most of the Crusaders have no food and weapons, and many people are still injured. Hunting is also a problem. Even if we don't kill them, the chance of their return to God City is very small. We do not need to destroy our brothers and intercept them."

After the ambush ended, Wang Mo said while healing a werewolf.

"The problem is that we are now colliding with the Crusaders head-on, and we must kill them if we don't kill them." The Eight Generals said with a wry smile.

"No, no, that's not the case. Think about it, the current Crusaders are fleeing all the way. When they see us, they are afraid of avoiding it. They just want to escape back to God's City as soon as possible. They don't want to fight with us at all. As long as we don't intercept them on their own initiative, they will not provoke them."

"This..." The Eight General showed a hint of hesitation on his face.

"General, the merits established by rushing to God City this time are enough to keep all of us famous in history. It doesn't matter if you kill one more enemy or another. There is no need to kill these scattered soldiers and savages again. I hope that many of the brothers who are still alive will return to Stone City!" Wang Mo stared at him with a serious look on his face.

The Eight General did not say anything, glanced at the White Turban Army who was cleaning the battlefield, and then looked at the hope in the eyes of the group of senior officers standing around him, and his body was shocked. Suddenly, the Eight General found that he had ignored the ideas of his subordinates. After more than ten days of raids and conquests, the army was exhausted.

"Okay." The Eighth General nodded heavily.

Seeing the Eight Generals nodding, a group of senior officers breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Wang Mo with a look of gratitude.

Wang Mo didn't know that although the Eight Generals were good at fighting and were brave enough to defeat thousands of men, they had a bad temper and could still listen to advice when they encountered difficulties. If they had the opportunity to kill the enemy like now, they would definitely be scolded. If Wang Mo didn't speak, no one would dare to speak.

Everyone's favor for Wang Mo increased greatly, but what Wang Mo did next made everyone extremely disgusted, like swallowing a fly.

Wang Mo suddenly fell down, and then he stayed on the ground and refused to leave. This made the Eight Generals furious, but he had no choice but to kill Wang Mo. In the end, the solution was to temporarily create a sedan chair and arrange several werewolfs to take turns to carry Wang Mo away.

Wang Mo was treated as a wounded soldier, but he was not at all aware of the wounded. He kept making annoying laughs along the way. When he encountered delicious wild fruits on the road, he also wanted to stop and pick the wild fruits and let him lie in the sedan chair to eat. If it weren't for Wang Mo's feelings that he had fought side by side, several werewolfs carrying the sedan chair would have thrown Wang Mo into the swamp...

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We kept encountering fleeing crusaders along the way. As Wang Mo said, as long as we did not attack them on our own initiative, after meeting them, they immediately fled like frightened birds. Occasionally, we encountered some large crusaders with no eyes. As long as the werewolf took action, they would collapse at once.

There are no dangers along the way.

As they got closer to Stone City, there were more and more spaceships in the sky. From the appearance and color of those spaceships, they were all spaceships of the Alliance Army.

It is obvious that the Alliance has completely controlled the airspace around Stone City.

However, what made the Eight Generals depressed was that they could not contact the spacecraft that was speeding up in the air at all, and they had to beware of the Allied Forces' spacecraft attacking them at all times.

Along the way, the White Turban Army had seen its own spacecraft attacking the crusaders on the ground many times.

In order to avoid being accidentally injured by the Soyuz spacecraft, the Eight Generals finally decided to walk in the lush woods and not expose their whereabouts.

I finally came back alive and if I was killed by my own people, it would be a tragedy!

Of course, Wang Fan had many ways to contact the spaceship in the air, but he had no need to contact him, because he was living a comfortable life now, lying leisurely in the sedan chair while gnawing on the sweet fruit. This kind of fairy life is definitely not something that can be enjoyed on earth...

...

Less than a hundred kilometers away from Stone City, Wang Mo's immortal life was over because the White Turban Army had to pass through a wasteland without any cover, which spanned dozens of kilometers. If you want to take a detour, you have to go around a hundred kilometers.

At this time, the two thousand kilometers of the White Thread Army traveled a long distance were exhausted.

After weighing the pros and cons, the White Turban Army finally decided to travel through this wasteland.

In order to ensure mobility, Wang Mo's welfare was cancelled, and his sedan chair was trampled by the werewolf at the first time, and he regained a crutch.

What made a group of werewolf vomit blood was that after Wang Mo got off the sedan chair, he immediately walked as fast as he could, not at all like a wounded person.

Above the wasteland, there were lost weapons and dead Crusaders everywhere, emitting a foul smell, making it difficult to breathe.

Obviously, this is a death zone for the fleeing Crusaders.

As he penetrated into the wasteland, the Eight Generals regretted more and more.

If a spaceship attacks them at this time, they will become living targets. The most terrible thing is that they do not have heavy weapons to deal with the spaceship, and the bows and arrows on the White Scarf Army are not specifically used to deal with the spaceship. Besides, the attack must be the ones on their own spaceships, and there is no question of fighting at all. Even if they have heavy weapons, they will kill each other.

Just when the Eight Generals were worried, suddenly, a howling sound of breaking through the air came from a distance. In the air, you could see dense spacecraft flying over.

"The God of Darkness, invincible!"

Just when the White Turban Army was worried about being accidentally injured by the spacecraft, Wang Mo suddenly shouted in a loud voice.

When Bai Wujun was shouted like this by Wang Mo, he immediately woke up the dreamer and quickly shouted.

"The God of Darkness, immortal!"

"The God of Darkness, everything is defeated!"

"The God of Darkness, forever!"

...

A majestic voice swept across the wasteland and soared into the sky.

Sure enough, after the dense spacecraft flew over the head, it did not launch an attack immediately, but instead hovered over the White Scarf Army.

"I am the Eight General!" The Eight General shouted with his neck tilted, hoping that the people on the spacecraft could hear his voice.

Unfortunately, the noise of the spacecraft was too loud and the Eight Generals could not be heard at all. Fortunately, they did not launch an attack, but just disappeared into the sky after hovering over the White Turban Army for a few circles...

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Chapter completed!