Chapter 138 Strange Breath
The originally clear sky suddenly darkened.

To the soldiers of the Ninth Main Force, the scene before them was like a doomsday disaster caused by the wrath of the gods in the sky.

Suddenly, a huge wave rose up from the dry and cracked plain that had not been moistened by rain for a long time, pouring down with the power to destroy the world. The scale of the wave was so large and the momentum was so mighty that it even covered half of the sky and the bright sun, casting a shadow on the frightened faces of the soldiers.

The endless waves, like a mountain broken in the middle, collapsed violently with the roar of thousands of horses galloping!

Faced with such a huge tsunami, the soldiers of the Ninth Main Force didn't even have time to react. They only felt a strong wind blowing on their faces and their breathing was choked. A large amount of water was forced into their trachea and abdomen. The soldiers were caught off guard and choked to the point of chest tightness. Soon, they felt their bodies leaving the ground uncontrollably.

The surging waves swallowed everything in an instant.

Amid the huge waves, shields, helmets, swords, broken stones and wood, mixed with thousands of densely packed soldiers, all rushed towards the distance.

Ten seconds later, the deafening sound of the tide disappeared, and all the scenes that could be seen around had changed beyond recognition, as if a bucket of water had been poured on the loess road. People and objects were all mixed together in pieces, and the earth was in a mess.

The storm, carrying a heavy humidity, blew violently at the tall defense tower, leaving streaks of water on the walls of the tower.

"What, what's going on?!" Standing in front of the top of the first defense tower, Wang Ping's deep eyes flashed with a trace of fear that was inconsistent with his calm image.

The scene just now happened too quickly. Wang Ping, who was originally on the tower watching the Ninth Main Force leave, suddenly saw a white line appear out of thin air on the distant horizon. Looking from a distance, this white line seemed to tear the earth and the sky apart, and before he could come to his senses, he was awakened by a thunder that slowly came from that direction.

Wang Ping's rich battlefield experience and his intuition as a soldier told him that something was probably wrong with the Ninth Main Force at the location where the white line appeared.

"It should be Da Qiao." Wang Yao walked out from the shadows in the tower behind him.

"Enemy hero?!" Wang Ping looked back at Wang Yao in astonishment: "How can you be sure?"

"I guessed it." Wang Yao turned around and walked down the tower, saying, "Let's go down together and organize your troops to prepare for the battle."

"What's wrong?" Wang Ping caught up with him, his face not looking very good.

"The enemy hero shouldn't have that much patience."

Since Da Qiao has exposed her position, it is naturally impossible for her to continue ambush. Instead, she will choose to lead the Wu soldiers to forcibly destroy the tower.

To some extent, as friendly forces, the stubborn Ninth Main Force was a complete trap. If they did not leave the tower, they might be able to delay some time. But now, not only did the entire army lose their lives in vain, but they also forced the enemy heroes to attack the tower.

Wang Yao did not express his inner thoughts, as complaining is meaningless in many cases.

Arriving directly at the defense tower, Wang Yao called Maomao, Shi Liang, Xiaoye, Fei Yi and other centurions and instructed them one by one: "Arrange all your soldiers in a trapezoidal formation for defense, with sword and shield soldiers in the front, magic soldiers in the middle, and artillery vehicles in the back. No one is allowed to step out of the defense tower. Just fight within the attack range of the defense tower. Even if the enemy retreats, do not pursue them further."

"Yes, sir." The centurions dispersed and carried out Wang Yao's orders efficiently.

"Well, you should also let your troops prepare. If the Wu Kingdom forcibly breaks through our defense formation, the job of guarding the tower will have to be handed over to your 13th Troop." Wang Yao turned around and said to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping just stared blankly at the extremely calm Wang Yao.

After years of fighting in the Canyon, this was the first time Wang Ping had seen a soldier who knew the enemy hero was coming but was still able to remain calm and even prepare in an orderly manner to resist him. "Yes, sir." An inexplicable sense of conviction arose from Wei Yan's heart, so much so that he did not realize that he was almost instinctively obeying the command of the captain of the same rank.

After Wang Ping left, Wang Yao, who felt a little thirsty, was about to take off the wine bag hanging around his waist. At this moment, Zhao Yun, who had been hiding in the army, appeared behind him silently.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yao raised his head and took a sip of liquor, saying without turning his head.

"There is a strange aura approaching from behind us." Zhao Yun said in a low voice.

Wang Yao was stunned.

The 'aura' that Zhao Yun mentioned actually refers to the unique energy waves on the heroes. Usually, heroes rely on this kind of sensing to predict the location of approaching enemies. Wang Yao can also do this, but Zhao Yun's sensing range is several times larger than his, so Wang Yao did not notice it.

"Can't you tell which hero it is?"

"This breath is very strange. This is the first time I feel it."

Hearing this, Wang Yao shuddered inexplicably.

Seeing that the enemy's Da Qiao was about to lead the Wu army to forcibly attack the tower, at this time a strange "breath" emerged from the back. Is this just a coincidence?
Double team from front to back!

When these four words flashed through his mind, Wang Yao felt a little panicked.

Situations like this were not unfamiliar to Wang Yao, who was well versed in Honor of Kings. To put it simply, a hero from the Wu Kingdom bypassed the jungle area and planned to join forces with Da Qiao in the front to cut off their retreat and catch them in a trap!

Could it be that Xiao Qiao is the only one I haven’t met?
If you think about it carefully, with Zhou Yu's wisdom, it is not impossible for him to arrange this pair of sisters who will be remembered forever to attack from the front and back and break the defense tower in the top lane!

"I'll go take a look." Wang Yao frowned deeply and pulled out the Endless War Blade hanging on his waist.

The frontal troops are led by Maomao, Shiliang, Xiaoye and Fei Yi, so they should not be defeated by Da Qiao in one encounter. And if it is really Xiao Qiao coming from the rear, then no matter what, the two sisters must not be allowed to unite together, otherwise it will really be a doomsday disaster movie with a storm and tsunami!
Thinking of this, although he was a little scared, Wang Yao decided to go to the rear to intercept immediately for the sake of the overall situation. As for Zhao Yun, he quietly followed Wang Yao five meters away with ten special attack team soldiers.

"I'm not sure whether this hero is a friend or an enemy. Anyway, try not to walk out of the range of my ultimate move. I will protect you." Zhao Yun's calm voice came to his ears from behind with the breeze.

"Okay." Wang Yao nodded without turning his head, his pair of dark eyes just staring straight ahead.

After walking about two hundred meters, Wang Yao indeed sensed a strange breath that was different from the past. He stopped and focused his mind on the skill box in the lower corner of his vision, ready for battle, thinking that if a huge pink folding fan came towards him, he would immediately "flash" away.

After a while, a shadow finally appeared in the distance ahead. However, to Wang Yao's surprise, the person who came was not the pink little Lolita he had imagined.

He was a tall and strong man with a bronze complexion.

He had an old yet dignified face. Judging from his gray beard and hair, he was at least sixty years old. However, this man, who was much older than Wang Yao's father, had a sturdy body that was in no way inferior to that of a bodybuilder, so much so that every step he took seemed as heavy as steel.

The most important thing is that on his muscular right arm, there is still a giant retro metal cannon hanging. The size of this cannon is beyond imagination. Wang Yao even feels that if he put it on the ground and stand upside down, it may be as tall as himself!

Soul-burning artillery? !
(End of this chapter)