1028: C1028

C1028

Good, what a loyal subject. It's a pity that when scholars join the war, it's a mistake for the country to fall. Yuan Tian looked at Han Zhong, and without further words, he pulled out a sword from his waist and ordered the generals from his left and right: "Command the troops to prepare to release arrows!"

Just as Mo Army was about to shoot an arrow, the array of Huwei Army already shot over. However, it was no longer the cannon fodder legion from before, but a regular Central Army legion with well-trained, superior fighting capabilities.

People were naturally good at archery, and with such a long period of training, his archery skills had improved by leaps and bounds. In the process of their march, the soldiers who were placed first took the initiative to release their arrows, and after shooting the arrows, they immediately stopped and nocked their bows. At the same time, the soldiers who were placed double immediately followed up with firing their arrows, and started to shoot in pairs after each other, so that the whole army would keep shooting non-stop while maintaining their advance.

The formation of arrows in the Huwei Army was not one wave especially strong, nor was it one especially weak. It was always very stable, and wave after wave, continuous and did not give the enemy any time to breathe.

Those who had been attacked by the arrow formations had clumps of them falling to the ground. Many of those who had fallen were merely shot and injured by the arrows, and before they could even crawl back up from the ground, they were covered by the arrow formations that had arrived afterwards.

In a short period of time, miserable cries came from all four sides in the front lines of Huwei Army. Miserable cries mixed together with the sounds of arrows piercing through armor, turning into a song of death.

Han Zhong, who was in the middle, had never seen something like this before. His face was frighteningly pale. Each round of Huwei Army had tens of thousands of arrows. Looking at the side, it was pitch black, as if there were dark clouds covering the entire stage. When it descended, it was as dense as a locust swarm.

In Han Zhong's eyes, such an arrow formation was not something that a human could defend against. He shouted to Yuan Tian who was beside him: "Release the arrows back! "Why aren't you shooting back?"

Yuan Tian laughed bitterly, the distance between them now was one hundred steps, the arrows of Feng Army could reach one hundred steps, but the soldiers of his side could not shoot that far. He shook his head and said, "Sir Han, wait a little longer."

"Wait?" Han Zhong's eyes widened, and asked angrily: "How long do we have to wait? Do you want to wait until all the soldiers in the frontline are dead before you give the order to shoot? Someone come! "

"What orders do you have, sir?" The messenger hurried forward and interposed himself in a salute.

"Pass my order, the entire army will shoot arrows and kill Thief Feng!"

"Yes sir!"

At this time, Han Zhong no longer bothered with Yuan Tian, and directly gave the order to command the entire army. Under his command, the entire Mo Army was launched at the same time.

Most of them did not even have the strength to leave a mark on the armor. Most of the arrows would land on the ground between the two armies, but in the end, they were shot far away and near the Feng Army, which was laughable enough to the point where they could not even catch up to the rest of the soldiers who were shot from afar, causing them to be unable to even leave a mark on the armor. The majority of the arrows landed on the ground between the two armies.

Such an army wasn't here for war, it was more like they were here for a game. Not only did Mo Army's counterattack not cause any form of shock or threat to Feng Army, it also caused the confidence and imposing manner of the Feng Army to grow even more. With every step the army took, the soldiers all shouted in unison, "Wind, wind, wind!"

Very quickly, the distance between the two of them changed from one hundred steps to fifty steps. It was only now that the shooting of the Mo Army posed a threat to the Feng Army, but the damage caused by the Feng Army's arrow formation was even greater. Many of the Mo Army soldiers were drowned in the Arrow Rain, and even more terrifying, Huwei Army had brought out the Army-broking Crossbow hidden in the army, shooting fiercely at the Mo Army Camp.

Under the impact of the Army-broking Crossbow's arrows, the Heavy Shield Soldier who were standing at the forefront of the Mo Army Camp could not withstand at all. Once struck by the crossbow arrows, they would often fly out together with their shields, as their muscles and bones were all broken.

When the distance between the two parties was only ten steps, the General of Feng Army s all gave the order to pull back their bows and attack at full speed.

The Huwei Army which was advancing slowly along the archery formation instantly turned into a fierce tiger descending the mountain. The various regiments' death squads were at the front, followed closely by Heavy Shield Soldier, followed by all the main fighting force soldiers holding onto their pikes.

A distance of ten steps was just a matter of seconds. In a series of explosions, the rushing Wind Army death squadron members crashed into Mo Jun's shield. Some of them were pierced through by the spear that came out from behind the shield, dying a miserable death under it, while others avoided the enemy's attack and used their shoulders to block the enemy's shield. The blades in their hands fiercely stabbed and stabbed through the gaps between the shields. With muffled puchi sounds, blood spurted out from the gaps in the shield. After killing the shield-bearer behind the shield, he did not wait for the other party's corpse to fall to the ground. He opened his mouth and used his hands and feet to crawl up the crowd with the shield in front of him, then he drew the steel knife he was biting and madly hacked downwards. "While they were killing the enemy, their bodies were occasionally pierced and deflected by Mo Jun's weapons. Some of the members of the death squadron had their bellies slashed, while others had their intestines and blood flowing down their bodies. However, Mo Jun was still brandishing his blade, screaming and crazily slashing at Mo Jun's head.

In Feng Army's dictionary, once they started charging, they would not stop. If the death squads could not go up, then the Main Force of Feng Army War Formation behind them would pierce and crush them without even needing the enemies to kill them.

As for the death squads, they could only move forward and not retreat. They could either kill the enemy or be killed by them. From a certain point of view, the valiant combat strength of an army was also forced out.

Before the main force of Huwei Army had even arrived, the assault from the death squads alone had already caused a great mess in the front ranks of the Mo Army. Many of the Mo Army soldiers were still far from the Huwei Army Death Team, but looking at the Feng Soldier who were bleeding all over, and who was still fighting crazily even though their internal organs were almost flowing out of their bodies, they were so scared that their legs were trembling. The hands holding onto their weapons were trembling, and they couldn't help but retreat a few steps back.

Disrupting the enemy's formation was the only meaning of suicide attacks. Seizing the opportunity when the Mo Army Camp was in a mess, someone from inside the Huwei Army suddenly roared out, "Die! ? ?" Immediately, the Heavy Shield Soldier s split to the left and right, and a group of riders rushed out of the Feng Army, led by a General of Feng Country member. She descended from her bay horse, donned a golden spirit armor, and held a flickering, golden Spiritual Knife in his hand. This General of Feng Country was none other than the Huwei Army commander, Nan Ye.

Amongst the commanders of the Feng Army, Nan Ye's strategy was definitely not the most outstanding, but his spirit weapon was definitely the strongest, even if he was placed amongst the many generals of the Feng Country, with his strength, he was definitely at the top.

This Mo Army in front of him, Nan Ye did not take it seriously at all. Not only did he rush out immediately, he did not even conceal his own attributes.

Nan Ye rushed into the enemy ranks and immediately used his metal-type spiritual martial skill, Fantasy Annihilation! Following the appearance of the golden light, the Spiritual Knife in his hands shot out many golden colored Spirit Thorn s. When the Spirit Thorn hit the Mo Army, it directly pierced through his body.

The Mo Army soldiers who were in front of him cried out as they were killed. They fled backwards like a tide. Some of them wanted to go up and stop him, but with Nan Ye's Soaring Dragon Flying Phoenix Saber, one of them died a miserable death, one of them went up, and the other fell down. Not long after the fierce battle, had beaten them to the point of leading them to escape. The riders that followed Nan Ye in killing were not slow either. Although there weren't many of them, they followed closely behind Nan Ye and brandished the weapons in their hands, slashing at the Mo Army s that were still resisting.

This was a contest where the difference in strength between the two sides was huge. There were many Mo Army s, and few Huwei Army s, but the two sides' combat strength were completely on a different level. The disparity was so great that it could not be made up with numbers.

He sat on the horse and panted heavily. Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down his face continuously, he was far from the center of the battle, but looking at his current appearance, it was as if he was also fighting with his life on the line.2

So it was like that! Yuan Tian lamented in his heart. Before the battle, he had already predicted that such a situation would occur, but he never thought that the battle at the Feng Army would be so fierce and fierce, and that their side would be defeated in such a mess. He clenched his fists tightly and cupped his fists towards Han Zhong: "Senior Han, your Feng Army is fierce, our army is no match!"

Han Zhong, who had been scared witless, finally regained his senses. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, turned his head with a stiff neck and stammered, "Uhh ? "Then, then what should our army do now?"

"Let's go!" Yuan Tian said weakly.

"Withdraw? Where should we retreat to? " Han Zhong was startled for a moment, then nodded his head and anxiously said: "Yes, yes, yes! He had to leave! Retreat to Zheng An City! "

"Sir Han, we can't go back safely now." Yuan Tian reminded.

If both sides had not fought before, Mo Army could still rely on calm and peaceful defense against Feng Army, but now, Mo Army had been destroyed by Feng Army, leaving them with no will to fight at all. Even if they retreated back to peace, they had no intention to fight, and only death awaited them, not to mention, Yuan Tian had already sent people to escort the peaceful people away early on, so right now, there was only an empty city left with nothing left to eat, if they retreated back into the city, they would only be seeking their own deaths.

"No ?" If he doesn't retreat, then... Where else can we retreat to? You can't possibly retreat towards the south, right? " Han Zhong looked at Yuan Tian eagerly. Retreating to the south was equivalent to guiding the Feng Army into the depths of the Mo Country.

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