Chapter 877 (2/2)

”I want to go home... Mom...”

”Surrender... We are willing to surrender...”

There were even a lot of French soldiers kneeling on the ground, holding up their weapons with both hands... shouting the word ”surrender”...

However-will Zhou Ye accept their surrender?Does he want these French prisoners useful?Use it as a slave?Need to feed them... to be servants?Also beware of stabbing them in the back...

Therefore-Zhou Ye does not need slaves, let alone suffer surrender...

For Zhou Ye, although European and American beauties accounted for a large proportion in his harem, this does not mean that he also likes European and American men... For him, these guys are more dead than Live well, what do you say?

The best enemy is the dead enemy.

Virgin?

nonexistent……

kindness?

Nothing...

”Let Rin Dong record the last fragments of your lives...” Zhou Ye pulled out an almost evil smile.

Following his words, using his position as the dividing line--

Behind him, the autumn sun was shining brightly, and it was sunny...

And in front of him, above the heads of the French army-in the sky, dark clouds pressed against the top of the thunder and thunder,-countless hail and snow fell like a pour, smashing them down...

Level 1239

One thousand two hundred and thirty-nine chapters

”Run away...”

”God... he is a demon...”

”I don't want to die...Help...”

How did the serfs be managed in the medieval army??The easiest way is to send a military team composed of professional soldiers, holding weapons against the serf soldiers, as long as they dare to turn their heads, the military team’s sharp sword will not hesitate to insert into their hearts-think Stay alive, then rush forward desperately...

but now--

In the face of this supernatural phenomenon beyond their imagination, even the military team has been completely confused, let alone-their commanders and noble masters shouted surrender... What can they do? ?

The magical array wall behind Zhou Ye stopped roaring, and countless hailstones smashed down in the sky, and it was almost impossible for the wind blowing people to open their eyes...

Many serf soldiers at the back of the queue thought about running away...

They quietly moved their steps backwards in groups of three or five...Just when the time comes, they will turn around and run...

In their opinion, there is no need to run fast, just running faster than their peers is enough...

However, they still don’t know enough about the fate they are about to face...because the French army at the front has no chance to inform them why they can’t run away...because...

They have all become crystal clear human-shaped ice sculptures...

I saw—in front of Zhou Ye, a white ice line quickly spread from the ground in front of him towards the French army formation. The place where the ice line spread past, whether it was a man, a horse, a land or Weapons... are covered by a thick layer of ice, turning into lifelike ice sculptures.