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Text 52. The art of war cannot be learned by mediocrity

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    Some people went missing one after another, went out to chase the enemy's comrades, and never came back. The Alien Demon Camp also reacted, so they went out to search for the enemy, trying to retrieve the alien chasing the enemy.

    Bangalore, the leader of the six-armed Buddha and insects who presided over this matter, is an excellent commander. The search team used each other as bait, and the formation was meticulous, so Hu Huan immediately gave up on the team that came out to search for the enemy, and decided to make a surprise attack on the aliens.  Demon camp.

    Bangalore, the leader of the six-armed Buddha and insects, led a team to search for the enemy, and the ones left behind were naturally Boluosha Sita and Dabang, the leader of the Nakhbet vultures. Both leaders were left alone.

    Brahma Sita is better, and there is a young Seymour beside it.

    Dabang is really miserable. He didn't even have a fourth-rank fighter of a foreign race under his command, and they were all taken away by Bangalore.

    However, Hu Huan knew that Seymour would definitely be with Bharasa Sita, so the direction he chose for the surprise attack was the camp of the Nekhbet vultures.

    With the help of Nightmare Spinner, Hu Huan sneaked into the camp with Bai Nishang from the ground, and got out of Dabang's tent directly.

    The leader of the Nakhbet vultures really didn't expect to get into trouble. After all, the people who went out just had no news, Hu Huan and the others were clean, and this group of strange monsters even reported it just in case, so they were less vigilant  .

    Of course, even if the leader of the Nakhbet Vulture was very vigilant, it was of no use. The enemy he faced was the fifth-level Bai Nishang.

    Together with Hu Huan and the others, Xiao Shangshang has become accustomed to this straightforward fighting style. With one strike, her energy and spirit are all pushed to the peak, which can be called the perfect work in her life.

    Poor Dabang!

    He is also a very famous fighter among the Nakhbet Vultures. This time, the clan is full of confidence in exploring the new world, which is why they sent him more than a dozen fourth-tier fighters of the same clan.

    As a leader, he is hesitant and full of ambitions, and even has great dreams.

    But how did he expect that not only suffered setbacks, but also lost his life so unclearly?

    Facing an enemy one level higher, Dabang was knocked to the ground without even thinking about it.

    Hu Huan immediately pounced on him like an old pervert, and fetish spells rained down, and he was photographed as a fetish card on the spot.

    The two cooperated tacitly and killed Dabang without disturbing any strange monsters outside the camp.

    Hu Huan gave Bai Nishang a gesture, imitating the accent of the Nekhbet vulture, and shouted in Suravidian: "Come quickly, come ten people!"

    There was chaos outside the camp, and ten alien monsters rushed in after a while. Xiao Shangshang didn't even use the Qiushui Lengyan knife, and punched them one by one, and Hu Huan refined them one by one while they were still fresh.

    Then Hu Huan repeated the old tune, and called in ten strange monsters again.

    Where did the strange monsters think that human beings still have such cunning wisdom?

    This method of dealing with the general in the camp and calling the subordinates in one by one, from ancient times to the present, I don¡¯t know how many glorious military exploits have been made by beheading generals and capturing the flag and seizing military power.

    This time, there were no surprises.

    It wasn't until Hu Huan didn't call anyone in several times in a row that he and Bai Nishang walked out of the tent, only to find that the outside was already a vast expanse of whiteness, so clean that there was no one in the camp here.

    Hu Huan stretched out his hand and pointed to the camp of the six-armed Buddha and insects, and said, "Shangshang, let's deal with that side first. There is no fourth-level township over there, so it is easy to solve."

    Bai Nishang couldn't help asking: "There is an art of war on our side that tells the king to capture the thief first. Why don't we raid the camp of the Serket scorpion?"

    Hu Huan chuckled and said, "The art of war is something mediocre can't learn."

    Bai Nishang's face changed slightly, but Hu Huan added: "The person who taught you the art of war has taught me, Xiao Changshang, to the detriment of me. This kind of mediocrity is not worthy of teaching you. I will personally teach you the art of war and let you know  , What kind of unpredictable means."

    Only then did Bai Nishang smile and said, "My Art of War teacher is not bad either!"

    Hu Huan smiled lightly and said, "It must be inferior to me."

    Bai Nishang chuckled and said, "My father taught me."

    Husband Fox was a little embarrassed. This time he pretended to be aggressive, but he pretended to be down. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned, and immediately changed the subject, saying, "Hold me, let's use the ground escape technique to get over."

    Bai Nishang didn't care about it either, he complained about his father, but he couldn't suppress his smile, he hugged his husband, Fox, and his shoulders trembled slightly while laughing.

    Hu Huan's choice is the most suitable way of war.

    Capture the thief first and capture the king first. When the enemy army is scattered and only the leader is strong, the leader willHe died, and the whole army was in chaos.

    The main force of this alien monster army is the fourth rank, the fourth rank is immortal, and the third rank has the backbone.

    Even if this group of strange monsters were killed and scattered, when the fourth-order who went out to search for the enemy came back, they would immediately reunite, and it was still a combat power that should not be underestimated.

    What Hu Huan needs now is the vital strength to kill the enemy. First pick the soft persimmons. If the soft persimmons are gone, the hard persimmons will be soft.

    The camp of the six-armed Buddha and bug people was even more empty than the camp of the Nekhbet vulture people. There were only a dozen or so crippled third-tier strange monsters guarding them.  All the strange monsters were wiped out.

    This battle also allowed Hu Huan to successfully break through one hundred Tier 3 fetish cards, which can be regarded as quite a fortune.

    If Hu Huan is willing, he can now cultivate a force that is by no means inferior to the power of the Heavenly Demon Ling family.

    This is also the reason why Hu Huan didn't care much about cultivating power back then, and he didn't regard Tianmo Ling's family as his confidants.

    As long as you are willing, you can cultivate a large number of cannon fodder, and there is really no need to waste any effort.

    Hu Huan gave Bai Nishang a bottle of Lingquan water and a McDonald's prepared in advance, and the two took a rest, and then Hu Huan repeated the old trick, replacing the nightmare weaver, and used the escaping technique to sneak into the world.  underground.

    Hu Huan urged Lingbo to move, and first sent a secret signal to Seymour.

    He wasn't taking care of his old friend, but he was worried that Bai Nishang saw something unclean.

    He didn't send a signal here, but he heard Seymour's voice coming back: "Old friend, give me a little more time!"

    "This banshee is strong enough, I am surrendering to it."

    Hu Huan cursed: "It's already under your bed."

    Seymour exclaimed, "We're at the table."

    Sitta Boluosha did not expect that this male clansman was so brave. The two had been fighting for four or five hours.

    It suddenly felt that Seymour seemed to be slightly sluggish, thinking that the other party's physical strength was finally exhausted, and said lazily: "I really can't do it anymore, let's rest!"

    Then, what met it was a fist like a torrential rain.

    Seymour's stormy straight male iron fist knocked out the Serquet scorpion female leader, and he didn't forget to grab a blanket to wrap her up.
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