In the north of Luoyan Peak, the starry night was dark, and there were patches of heavy snow in the sky. The weather in the north was always so cold. In a woodland covered by heavy snow, a sentry rider was galloping on his horse. He could not even tell the direction in the heavy snow.
In an instant, a wisp of blood-colored thread passed by, and immediately the head of the sentry rider rolled down from his body, and the ownerless war horse wandered in the snow forest.
"Hmph~~~"
A strange figure appeared in a flash. It was a woman in a red dress. She picked up the sentry rider's head from the ground, raised her head and drank the blood. After throwing away the head, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
He smiled and said: "Chu Huaixi of the Great Chen Dynasty really regards himself as the number one figure. If it weren't for the plan of Marquis Wen of the Great Shang Dynasty, would you really think that you, a mere Tianchi army, could stop my demon army?"
…
To the northeast, snow drifts thousands of miles away.
A night watchman galloped his horse through the snow. He suddenly stopped the horse, stopping so fast that the horse stood upright on the snow and let out a loud neigh.
"Not good!"
The sentry rider belonging to the Chengfeng Battalion sniffed his nose and noticed something strange. He immediately took out the signal firework from his arms and pulled the fire line directly. For a moment, a blazing red light exploded in the air, and just before
Under the bright light, his scalp was numb when he saw that in the originally dark snow forest, there were hunched figures appearing one after another, densely packed with people.
The main force of the ghost clan is dispatched!
"Ho~~~"
The sharp roar tore through the tranquility of the night sky, and black shadows surged in from all directions like a tide. Although the sentry rider galloped on his horse, he was still drowned.
…
"Enemy attack!"
Chu Huaixi, the commander of the Tianchi Army, stepped out of the tent and roared: "Send the order to all the battalions immediately to prepare to meet the enemy!"
The sound of the horn instantly echoed in the night sky.
"ah?!"
Lin Zhao suddenly woke up from his dream and listened to the horn sound outside: "What... order is this?"
"Enemy attack!"
Old Yutou stood up and shouted: "Everyone put on your armor immediately, pick up your shields and swords, and the people from Huotou camp light torches and go out to guard the position!"
Lin Zhao jumped up, picked up his long sword, held his shield, and ran outside with Old Yutou. He saw that torches had been lit outside, and the soldiers of the Tiebu Battalion formed formations one by one. There were three formations in total, and there was no single position.
They are about 5-8 meters apart, and behind them are the archers sent by other battalions, all with their bows and arrows ready.
"Lin Zhao, get behind me!"
The old fish head held a shield and stood in the first line of heavy infantry, saying: "You, a new soldier, run to the first line to die?"
Lin Zhao frowned: "I should be able to..."
"Listen to my orders!"
Old Yutou gritted his teeth and said: "You're sick, aren't you? You, a new recruit, can die if you want. Wait until we veterans are dead. If I don't die, you can't even think about being in the first rank."
"I know, old fish head!"
Lin Zhao immediately came to the second column with his shield in hand.
"Get lost."
A middle-aged soldier smiled and said: "Go to the third column! Old Yutou, are you right?"
"right!"
The old fish head smiled.
At this time, a centurion wearing military armor and wearing two silver stars on his collar came out and shouted: "Cheer up, they are coming!"
"Yes, sir!"
Everyone nodded in unison.
Lin Zhao came to the third column. At this time, he was already a little far away from the front line, but he felt that he could actually be closer. Moreover, the sword and shield in his hands were still cumbersome. For a three-level warrior with a solid foundation, his fists were
The best weapon, but holding a sword makes you feel a little tied up.
…
The cold wind was biting, and snowflakes fell on his body. Soon a layer of snow accumulated on Lin Zhao's shoulder armor and helmet. He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, maintaining absolute concentration, while the others also
Standing still, the entire iron infantry battalion of recruits and veterans were like sculptures in the snow, motionless.
"Hiss~~~"
A strange sound came from the distance.
"coming!"
A war general galloped behind the crowd. It was Zhang Yanping, the commander of the Tiebu Camp. He was Su Liang's deputy general and is now the new commander. He was riding a war horse with the sword in his hand unsheathed.
Pointing towards the distance, he shouted: "Archers, change your rockets and show me the traces of these beasts!"
Suddenly, a group of archers shot flaming arrows in unison. Amidst the sound of "swish, swish, swish", under the light of the flames, a group of hunched figures, kneeling on the ground and moving slowly, were clearly visible. They were like ghosts, possessing a kind of power.
It has a human head, but its body is very weird, skinny and skinny, and the surface of the skin is filled with oily substances, making it look very scary.
"Oh shit!"
The old fish head in the front row shouted: "They are ghouls raised by the ghost clan. Brothers, be careful. The teeth and claws of ghouls are very sharp. Don't let them break through the defense line!"
After it was illuminated, a scream came from the distant mountain forest, followed by an army of ghouls crushing it like a tide.
"Archers, shoot the enemy together!"
A battalion commander shouted in the distance.
Behind him, there was a constant sound of arrows leaving the string, which made people's eardrums sting. However, Lin Zhao kept his body low and narrowed his eyes to look ahead. Under the light of the fire in front, the ghoul's figure was getting closer and closer.
Soon, the ghoul at the front had already collided with the shield array, and the sound of claws tearing and scratching the shield was endless.
"defense!"
Zhang Yanping drew his sword and pointed forward: "Move the shield, attack and kill!"
Immediately, the soldiers of the Iron Step Battalion in the front row slowly moved their shields away from a gap, and then the long sword thrust out. Suddenly, the sound of the sword blade piercing flesh and blood continued, and above everyone's heads, there were countless invisible arrows.
"Puff puff" they fell into the crowd of the ghost army. Those ghouls kept falling to the ground, bleeding with scarlet blood.
Lin Zhao frowned.
In my ears, the roar of the ghoul is endless, which is very unpleasant. The sound of the claws stabbing and the sharp teeth attacking the shield is even more continuous. Moreover, the ghoul is short and powerful, and is extremely powerful. Under the constant impact, there are already battles in the front row.
The soldier couldn't resist anymore. When the shield of a young soldier was knocked away, he was immediately thrown into the arms of a ghoul. His bloody mouth opened wide and his entire throat was bitten into pieces!
"Asshole!"
A middle-aged soldier in the back row slashed the ghoul with his sword and filled the gap, but the gaps in the front row kept appearing.
"Hold it to me!"
From behind, Zhang Yanping shouted: "If the front row is injured, the back row will make up for it immediately. Be quick! Archers, speed up the speed of replenishing arrows. There are too many ghosts!"
Farther away, someone shouted: "Ji Shi Cha, start attacking!"
Immediately, the torch chariots accompanying the army began to launch, projecting the newly lit flaming torch stones out, burning into the crowd of ghouls. Suddenly, the air above the battlefield was filled with a scorched smell.
…
Behind the crowd, Chu Huaixi clenched his fists and stood on a viewing platform that was not too high. He said to Huang Tingyu beside him: "The monks accompanying the army can take action. In addition, how are the formation masters prepared?
Already?"
"The Qianlong Zaiyuan formation has been set up, don't worry."
"That's good."
At this time, Lin Zhao had fewer and fewer heavy infantry on the front line, so he immediately came to the second row with his shield and sword. Just after he took his position, he saw a soldier being bitten by a ghoul.
on the thigh, screaming and retreating.
"What are you waiting for!?"
A middle-aged soldier looked at Lin Zhao: "Fill the gap!"
Without saying a word, Lin Zhao swept over with an arrow, fists flowing from his body, and kicked out hard. With a "peng" sound, a ghoul flew out and rolled far on the snow, injuring many.
His companion stopped only after that, while Lin Zhao circulated the true energy in his body, penetrated the true energy into the long sword, and thrust the sword forward!
"Chi!"
One ghoul was stabbed through the throat by a sword and fell softly, but the next ghoul had already swooped over at extremely fast speeds. Without even thinking about it, Lin Zhao spun around and used his left hand.
The shield in his hand smashed the ghoul away hard, and the long sword fell from top to bottom. With a "chi" sound, the fourth ghoul was split into two, and blood spattered everywhere!
"this……"
Several soldiers on the side, including Old Yutou, were all shocked. Who would have thought that that little-known young man from a small town could have such terrifying fighting power?
"Kill with force!"
The old fish head laughed loudly: "In this battle, you will be happy if you kill a centurion for me!"
But Lin Zhao couldn't laugh. He was not a soldier who was used to seeing life and death. When he saw the soldiers from the Iron Bu Camp falling into corpses in front of him, he felt very uncomfortable, but he couldn't do anything, so he simply threw himself away.
With his long sword and shield, he directly used his fists to fight against the enemy. His fist energy flowed through his body, and his true energy burst out in wisps, punching to the flesh, and he punched mercilessly, turning each ghoul into a rain of blood.
"This kid..."
From a distance, Zhang Yanping glanced at Lin Zhao and said to himself with a smile: "It's interesting. The punching style is fierce and the boxing skills are essence. We have a successor to the martial arts of the Chen Dynasty!"
…
In the distance, the sound of horns came from the direction of the demon clan. Immediately afterwards, demon clan soldiers from the third and fourth realms appeared on the battlefield. Suddenly, the Broken Halberd Battalion in the forward position began to collapse, and the position was continuously compressed backwards.
"No retreat!"
A seventh-level martial artist descended from the sky, like a god descending from the earth. He punched out, and the entire monster race turned into a rain of blood. The power of the fist expanded, compressing the entire space into an extremely distorted shape. The one who shot it was Broken Halberd.
The battalion was controlled by Zhang Han!
"My lord, you are so powerful!"
Behind him, a centurion cheered, it was Huang Yan, Huang Lin's uncle.
"snort!"
Zhang Han snorted coldly, ignored him, and punched on his own.
…
"Not good!"
Huang Tingyu, who was sitting in the center of the army, suddenly shuddered and disappeared instantly. When he appeared, he had already swung a sword. The sword light swept out the sky, forming a sword curtain. At this moment, a wisp of blood-colored sword struck.
The sword screen flew out in an instant and returned to the hands of a demon female cultivator in red robes. She raised her lips and said: "Tsk, tsk, just a little bit, the commander of Tianchi's Eighth Camp Zheji Camp will be killed."
Got it!"
"Um!?"
Zhang Han looked stern, then smiled heartily and said: "What does it matter? Commander Chu will promote another commander. How can you kill the commander of my Tianchi Army?"
"snort!"
In the distance, Chu Huaixi was silent. He could take action, but there was no need. Once Chu Huaixi came out to fight, the opponent would naturally use the killing move hidden in the dark.
