The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss Chapter 1322: Crazy 7

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General Zhao is dressed in armor, with a shiny helmet on his head, a face on his face, not angry, and a powerful sense of freedom and domineering power.

At this time, he was sitting on the teacher's chair in the camp, and he sat in order neatly with eight vice-presidents.

"Master, today we won a great victory and killed nearly 50,000 enemies, which is really gratifying." A vice general smiled.

"The Dong Jin species are simply too weak, one by one, like soft-leg shrimp, and can be solved with one knife at a time." Another deputy complacent.

Zhao Shuai had a smile on his mighty face, and nodded proudly: "Thanks to the eight strong masters who arrived last night, if not for their rampage in the opposing army, line up the opposing team. When it breaks up, we won't win so fast. "

"Oh 50,000, a whole 50,000 corpses, we have played against Dong Jin for so long, and never killed so many enemies once."

"We lost only a thousand people. The blood on the grassland was a river, but all the blood of the Eastern Jin Dynasty soldiers was flowing, hahaha-"

"This great victory, there must be a reward for Your Majesty and Great Elder. At that time, the position of the General of the National Guard will be what you have in your pocket." Another vice general complimented loudly.

Zhao Shuai had a proud smile on his face, apparently very helpful to these compliments.

He held back the radian of the corner of his mouth, coughed, sternly, and said gently: "This is too early to say, if it can really win Dongjin ..."

At that time, there will be more than one general who protects the country, maybe the entire Eastern Jin Dynasty will be under his jurisdiction. This native emperor can sit much better than the general who protects the country. Zhao Dashuai was extremely proud.

Compared with the cheerfulness of Beimo, the Eastern Jin Dynasty is sad and bitter.

In a battle, 50,000 soldiers died tragically. This is the first time in Eastern Jin history.

Mu Zifeng was lying on the bed, looking pale as white paper, and the blood on the corner of his mouth showed that he had vomited blood not long ago.

"General, it's important that you take care of your body."

"Yeah, general, victory or defeat is a common thing ..."

Mu Zifeng waved his hands weakly and sighed weakly: "The northern desert is threatening this time ... and there are nine strong men participating in the battle ... Eastern Jin, dangerous."

"General!"

The eyes of the two vice generals are full of bitterness.

Mu Zifeng smiled bleakly, but there was a hint of perseverance in his eyes: "However, it is only natural for a man to defend his country to defend his country. ! "

"But ... just as you said, there is a nine-tier strong in the other side. We lost before the start of the battle," said Lieutenant General Anxiously.

"Yeah, general, what should we do now? The soldiers below are arrogant, afraid that something will happen." Lieutenant General B's face was also very bad.

Mu Zifeng looked at the dark night outside, and a sense of helplessness appeared in his eyes: "In the face of the ninth-tier strong, our ordinary soldiers have to wait for the slaughter."

"Don't we have our own nine-tier powerhouse?" Lieutenant General Jia Yi asked angrily.

"Yes, we have some in the Eastern Jin Dynasty." Mu Zifeng seemed to think of something, coughed a few times, and then slowly said, "But those people, for their own pursuit of the avenue, early already disappeared in time, No one knows where they went. "