Chapter 272 Anxi Army's Self-Saving (4000 Words Two in One Chapter)
Gobi.
This is the thirty-seventh day since the Anxi Army left the Protectorate.
Although they successfully broke through the blockade of the thirty-six-nation coalition in the Western Region, they still could not get rid of these enemy forces in a short time.
These guys are like tarsal maggots, following the Anxi army closely.
"Defender, what should we do now? It will take at least ten days and a half to reach the sandbank. The morale of the soldiers has dropped to the extreme. If this continues, I am worried that there will be a mutiny."
Mutinies in military camps are uncommon and usually occur only in times of extreme difficulty.
The situation facing the Anxi Army now is very critical.
First, they were being followed by enemy troops, and second, they were running out of food and fresh water.
This is a very dangerous signal in the desert or Gobi.
Without food and water, it was impossible for them to leave the Gobi.
Moreover, in order to compete for limited water resources, the former Pao Ze may also turn against each other.
This is due to the human instinct to survive, and it is impossible to suppress it.
"Let everyone grit their teeth and persist. We will reach the sandbank in five days' journey."
Although he knew that they were still a long way from the sandbank, Liu Lin had to adopt this method to boost morale.
Sometimes the difference is just in that breath.
If you bite it, many things will be different.
"Okay, then I will follow your instructions and tell the soldiers first, but if we don't arrive at the sandbank again in five days, I won't be able to hide it anymore."
"Well, just follow my instructions first."
After the adjutant retired, Liu Lin smiled bitterly and shook his head, his eyes full of exhaustion.
How could he, the dignified Protector of Anxi, end up like this?
It's really disappointing.
Feng Hao came over at some point and said calmly: "Actually, the situation is far from hopeless, otherwise the enemy army would not be able to just follow without attacking."
"Master Feng?"
Liu Lin was slightly surprised.
"How did you come?"
"Let me enlighten you. General Liu, look at your appearance now. You are so haggard that you no longer look like a person."
"If the soldiers of the Anxi Army saw this, how could they have confidence in their hearts?"
Feng Hao said earnestly: "We are still capable of fighting now. It is just the fatigue of the soldiers and the shortage of supplies. But these can be overcome. But if you have inner demons and fear, then
There is really nothing we can do.”
After a pause, Feng Hao continued: "Do you still remember the scene when we fought with the Western Region Allied Forces ten days ago? At that time, we were determined to die. There is a saying that is good, put it to death and survive. We only have
Only with the determination to die can you find a way out of this Shura field."
Feng Hao's words completely awakened Liu Lin.
His eyes were slightly red and his throat was a little choked.
"Master Feng, thank you."
"General Liu, you have to remember that anyone can fall now, but not you. You are the backbone of this army. Only if you hold on, can the soldiers hold on."
"Yeah, I understand."
Liu Lin's expression suddenly became resolute, and Feng Hao looked pleased when he saw this.
"Actually, I found that the Western Region Allied Forces seem to be incompatible with each other, which is also the key reason why they are unable to strangle us."
Feng Hao analyzed it carefully: "In fact, they and the Tantric Sect of the Western Regions have their own agendas. They only want to use each other and are not honest with each other at all. In this case, as long as we don't cause problems ourselves.
There is no way they can defeat us."
"Well..."
"I have used the teleportation technique to contact the governor of Shazhou and asked him to lead the army all the way west to meet us. So we don't need to reach Shazhou. We will probably receive assistance halfway."
“This is so great!”
For this Anxi army, this is absolutely great news.
Liu Lin clenched his fists excitedly and said, "Calculating this, the time it took for us to encounter reinforcements was almost five days. I did not lie to the soldiers, I did not lie to them."
Feng Hao only thought it was funny. It turned out that Liu Lin still cared about such a trivial matter.
Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters, let alone generals who command troops.
Once a general achieves great success, not only does he lie to them, but he does something extraordinarily excessive, as long as it is for the sake of the imperial court's plan, it is not a problem.
Of course, Liu Lin has his own persistence, and Feng Hao won't say much about it.
His mission is to help this Anxi army reach the sandbank safely.
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He Yanwall, the commander-in-chief of the thirty-six-nation coalition in the Western Region, stared at the Anxi Army not far away with a look of resentment.
Although they have been following closely, he has been unable to issue the order to attack.
The reason is that the thirty-six-nation coalition is a rabble.
Each is thinking about their own interests and cannot be united at all.
In contrast, the Anxi Army was fighting them with a death wish.
The desire to win on both sides is not at the same level at all.
If you show an attitude that you don't want to win before the battle even begins, how can you still fight this battle?
Regardless of these, just talking about the Tantric Buddhism of the Western Regions also made He Yanwoer feel like he was holding back his breath.
These practitioners of Tantric Buddhism in the Western Regions believed that their abilities were outstanding, so they did not take the armies of various countries in the Western Regions seriously, let alone him, the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces.
If it hadn't been for the king's instructions before he left, Heyanwoer would have wanted to skin these two bitches alive.
If this continues, when the Anxi Army enters the sandbank, it will be even more difficult for them to intercept and kill them.
And if the Anxi Army is allowed to successfully return to the sandbank, it will be tantamount to letting the tiger return to the mountains and causing endless troubles.
There is not much time left for the thirty-six-nation coalition in the Western Region.
There is not much time left for Heyanwall.
Therefore, in the next few days, Heyanwall must launch a raid, a raid that is much more ferocious than the last one in the Gobi Desert.
This is almost his last chance. If he still fails to succeed, then Heyanwall will have completely failed.
He didn't believe in fate, let alone that he would lose to a group of Central Plains people.
So this time he will risk everything, and he will not hesitate to use a secret technique popular among the barbarians in the Western Regions - Soul Curse Technique.
This is a type of ancient witchcraft that was specialized in the Western Regions and then spread among various tribes and city-states.
The core of the soul-cursing technique is to enchant the opponent's soul and then begin to demonize it.
Once their souls become demonized, these people will do things that are simply unimaginable in ordinary times.
One or two may not matter, but what about ten or eight?
How about dozens or hundreds?
What about hundreds or thousands?
What about thousands?
He Yanwall believed that as long as enough people were affected by the soul curse, the morale of the Anxi Army would be weakened, and the entire army would become vulnerable.
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"Night attack, the enemy attacks at night!"
The guards of the Anxi Army discovered the enemy's intentions immediately and reported it promptly.
The Anxi Army's defense has always been excellent, and it is almost impossible for the enemy to launch a surprise attack without concealing it.
Soon the Anxi army took action, and the soldiers rushed out of the simple barracks and gathered together with weapons in hand.
Naturally the same goes for the Protector Liu Lin and the bad handsome man Feng Hao.
At this moment, they are the backbone of the Anxi Army, and every move they make will directly affect the overall performance of the Anxi Army.
"Don't panic, stay steady, we can win."
At this moment, Feng Hao remembered a sentence that his subordinate Zhao Xun often said, and blurted it out almost instinctively.
Although this sentence is very simple, it is full of power and makes people instantly full of energy.
"Brothers, hold on, don't be afraid to fight with them."
"Yes, what's so scary about being made of flesh and blood? Kill one to earn one, kill two to earn a pair."
"Fight them and charge!"
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Not far away, a sneer appeared at the corner of Heyanwall's mouth.
That's it?
"As soon as the soul-cursing technique comes out, everyone is just a chicken or a dog."
This kind of ancient witchcraft has not been used in actual combat for a long time, and today is the day when the soul-cursing technique returns to the world.
He Yanwoer wanted to see how long the Anxi army could resist.
Under his order, a dozen wizards from the Western Regions lined up neatly and began to chant ancient witchcraft spells.
This language is so ancient that even the barbarians from the Western Regions cannot understand it.
But these are not critical. As long as these dozen wizards can finish reciting the entire spell, his goal will be achieved.
Go to hell, go to hell.
After their souls are demonized, they will kill each other.
At that time, Heyanwall doesn't need to do anything at all, he just needs to watch the Anxi Army disappear on its own.
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Something is wrong.
Feng Hao noticed something strange immediately.
As the only second-grade practitioner in this Anxi army, Feng Hao captured the source of the strangeness.
That row of wizards!
The strangeness comes from that row of wizards.
What are those wizards chanting?
What ancient spell is it?
From the beginning, Feng Hao rejected the wizard system.
Although the wizarding system was not recognized by the Great Zhou Empire and was despised by the Central Plains spiritual community, it has to be said that it still survived tenaciously in foreign countries in the Western Regions.
This is largely because the Western Regions were ruled by the Hu people.
Hu people only look at the results and don't care about the essence of the matter.
Chinese people are completely opposite.
After Feng Hao learned that the other party used witchcraft, he became alert.
I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs running away.
Feng Hao once saw the power of witchcraft in the criminal records library.
Once someone casts a spell, the witchcraft will pass through the person's body and enter the body, directly affecting the soul.
When this row of witchcraft is cast together, the influence will be quite large.
Perhaps hundreds of Anxi Army officers and soldiers will be affected instantly.
This is an extremely horrific thing.
If so many people are affected at the same time, the Anxi Army's combat effectiveness will decline sharply.
"Quick, block your ears!"
The best way to deal with the magic sound is to not listen to it.
As long as you don't listen, this witchcraft will not affect the Anxi Army.
They responded the same way last time.
After hearing Feng Hao's reminder, the soldiers of the Anxi Army followed suit one after another.
They know very well that the best way to protect themselves is to block their ears.
But this time things seem to be different.
Even though the soldiers of the Anxi Army had blocked their ears, the demonic sound still poured into their bodies.
This thing doesn't seem to be compartmentalized.
"Ah, ah, my head hurts so much!"
"It's so hot, I'm so hot."
"How could this happen, how could this happen..."
"Help me, who can help me!"
For a moment, almost everyone was stunned.
Feng Hao glanced at it and saw that the faces of the Anxi Army officers and soldiers showed extremely painful emotions. Their muscles began to spasm, their bodies began to twitch, and their emotions began to collapse.
Feng Hao knew that this was a terrible signal. If it was allowed to develop, the consequences would be disastrous.
Can't wait any longer.
Even though he knew the road ahead was dangerous, Feng Hao still decided to give it a try.
"The fish machine knife comes out!"
Feng Hao shouted loudly, and the fish machine knife was immediately unsheathed.
Feng Hao clenched the fish machine knife in his hand and left Juechen.
There was no one else in sight, only the dozen or so wizards who were chanting spells to themselves.
In Feng Hao's view, only by killing those dozen wizards can the Anxi Army be completely saved.
He had no choice, he had to make a desperate move.
This is a battle that must be won.
If you win, you still have a glimmer of hope; if you lose, you will definitely fall into a situation that is beyond redemption.
It was true that Feng Hao had tried his best, but when he was about to reach a row of wizards, he bumped into an air wall.
This air wall is invisible and intangible, but it does exist.
Feng Hao was unprepared for the collision and was left dizzy and confused.
After finally struggling to get up, Feng Hao slashed with his sword towards the air wall.
For a moment, fire burst out.
However, there was no obvious damage to the air wall, just minor cracks.
Even this tiny crack repaired itself quickly.
hiss...
Feng Hao gasped when he saw this.
Is it so scary?
The opponent's cultivation level is so high that even he can't break through the air wall he built?
You must know that Feng Hao's cultivation level is still at the second level, and the strength of the second level is not weak.
To be able to suppress him steadily, does it mean that the opponent's realm is at a high level?
Feng Hao felt shuddered when he thought of this.
No, if the other party's cultivation level was really high, why didn't he take action earlier? Why didn't he take action the last time the two sides fought?
You must know that a first-level practitioner can change the direction of the war by himself, and can defeat ten thousand people with one person.
And Feng Hao has no chance of winning when facing a first-level practitioner.
Although there is only one layer between the first grade and the second grade, there is a world of difference.
If a first-level practitioner wants to kill a second-level practitioner, it is as easy as squeezing an ant to death.
The world seemed to be quiet.
Feng Hao forced himself to calm down.
If the other party was not a first-grade person, why would he create such a powerful protective shield?
Why?
Could it be that...
Suddenly Feng Hao had a bold idea in his mind.
He once heard a legend that wizards' defense was very weak, so they later concentrated on studying a spell that could create an indestructible air wall at the cost of sacrificing a certain amount of life.