Chapter 64 Floating Light and Broken Feather Shadow
Just when Zhang Yu and his party entered the Jianzhao Tribe's headquarters, outside Guangyao Town, a vast number of ships were going down the Dan River. For a while, there was a forest of sails on the river, and there was no end as far as the eye could see.
The southern region of the Duhu Mansion has always been an integrated area of farming and warfare. After receiving the military orders jointly signed by the Grand Governor, the Administrative Bureau, and the Captain, more than forty towns in the middle and lower reaches of the Dan River were all mobilized.
In just two days, the number of soldiers on the roster has reached more than 38,000. Soldiers from each town came down by boat and continued to gather in Guangyao Town.
The supplies for this battle were entirely allocated by the Administrative Office and transported along the artificial canals and Dan Rivers dug on the plains by the Duhufu for hundreds of years. Before the soldiers and horses arrived, there were already mountains of food and weapons.
Yang Ying had already arrived at Guangyao Town first. When she took a hundred guards out of the city, she thought there were too few people at the time. But as the guards passed the military talisman all the way, the number of people around her swelled like a snowball.
It was so big that it frightened her.
She didn't know how to march and lead the troops, nor how to arrange the troops. Fortunately, she was very self-aware and did not give blind orders in a hurry. She left all the organizational arrangements to the few people arranged by An Youting around her.
A famous business manager will complete it.
At this time, a young camp manager came to the top of the city, clasped his fists at Yang Ying who was standing here and looked out, and said: "Weiwei, at the latest the day after tomorrow, all the people on the roster will be there. Is there anything else I need?"
Have you made any arrangements?"
Yang Ying came back to her senses. She tried her best to look serious and said, "Then... um, by the way, when can we set off?"
The camp manager said calmly and seriously: "If the guards want to go out now, then together with the militia of Guangyao Town, we can gather 20,000 people. Because time is a little tight, we only have 60 artillery and 5,000 fires.
We only have guns and cavalry with a thousand-man cavalry team from Guangyao Town, and the Jianclaw tribe has more than a hundred priests and supernatural gods. Forgive me for being honest, our upper-level strength is still insufficient, and these forces are not enough to defeat them.
"
Yang Ying's confidence was very low, her eyes wandered, and she said: "I, I just went to protect my husband and classmates, I don't want to fight..."
Camp Pipeline: “If it’s just a deterrent, that’s enough.”
"Yeah, yeah," Yang Ying nodded repeatedly.
The camp manager said very calmly: "Please also ask the guard to work out a specific departure time, and my subordinates can arrange accordingly."
Yang Ying thought about it and whispered: "Can we leave at night..."
The camp manager looked at her expressionlessly.
Yang Ying guiltily avoided his gaze. After a while, she gritted her teeth, finally summoned up enough energy, raised her head and said, "Tomorrow, we'll set off tomorrow morning!"
Ying Tuan: "My subordinates suggest that it be held at the end of Ping Dan.
Yang Ying nodded immediately.
The camp manager bowed to her and said solemnly: "This subordinate is here to make arrangements."
Seeing that he was gone, Yang Ying breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the city wall. She suddenly felt that leading troops in battle was so tiring and she was not as majestic as she had thought before.
At this moment, she heard a melodious horn sound in the wind. She walked to the city wall on the other side and looked out. She saw a line of soldiers coming from the river bank and choosing a place outside Guangyao Town.
After settling down, the densely packed tents stretched out and spread out on this large plain. The huge number created a particularly magnificent scenery.
She suddenly felt her heart calm down and turned to look to the other side, "Sir, everyone, I will be here to pick you up soon."
At nightfall, the Hardclaw tribe lit up torches, and there were bonfires outside the camp. The plains under the dusk glowed with dots of red light.
In the open space at the entrance of the base camp, the two mongooses had finished their night meal and were falling asleep. However, they were originally very quiet, but as if they had been stimulated by something, they suddenly became restless and then let out an angry roar.
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Immediately, two barbarians who were responsible for taking care of them came to comfort them, but they could not calm them down. Just when one of them tried to communicate with the chieftain, the two mongooses suddenly broke free from their restraints and stepped out with only one foot.
The symbolic fence immediately trampled this man to pieces. After smelling the smell of blood, these two spiritual monsters seemed to have unleashed their natural instincts, roaring and running rampant in the camp.
The two behemoths immediately caused chaos in the camp, and an unknown number of barbarians were trampled to death in the dark night. Fortunately, it had just rained heavily, and the camp, which was covered in wet mud, did not cause a fire.
Zhang Yu was sitting in a large tent, wiping the Xia Sword in his hand with a clean cloth. He also heard the roar outside, but he was far away from the entrance of the camp and could not be affected here for the time being.
Su Zhu had been sitting there with his eyes closed and concentrating. When he heard the sound, he just opened his eyes and listened for a moment and ignored it.
Zhang Yu's movement of wiping the sword was very gentle. As the communication between people and the sword became more and more intense, the lake in his heart gradually expanded.
At this time, he could feel that there were quite a few people approaching him. Among them, there were three huge and cruel auras that were particularly strong. The one from the front was almost approaching the camp.
From far outside the camp, the shouts of Su Zhu's two disciples could be heard, as well as the sound of swords and shields clashing.
He sat motionless, but Su Zhu, who was sitting not far away, looked at him, took out a short sword, stood up and walked out. As he walked, a ray of light suddenly flashed on his body.
Not long after he went out, bursts of collisions and explosions broke out outside, mixed with shouts and screams.
Although the fighting here was fierce and the movement was loud, none of the people from the Hardclaw tribe came here because they were distracted by the two mongooses.
At this time, Zhang Yu put down the cleaning cloth, stood up with his sword in hand, and then walked out step by step. At the same time, a round of fluorescent light appeared on his body.
When he walked out of the tent, he saw broken shields, swords and spears all over the ground, as well as about twenty corpses of barbarians. However, there was still a man with long red and black feathers tied on his head and a bird on his face.
He wears a beak mask and wears blood-colored feathers as a barbarian, but his body shape is twice as tall as a normal person, and his whole body is shrouded in a layer of blood-colored mist.
Su Zhu and his two disciples were confronting him in front, with extremely solemn expressions. They had tried just now, but no matter how they attacked, they could not break through the blood mist barrier on the giant's body. Moreover, its power was huge and its size
It's also surprisingly flexible and not as bloated as it looks.
Zhang Yu glanced at the attire of this giant barbarian and immediately recognized its origin, "Blood Feather Warrior? It turns out to be the remnant of the Xueyang Ancient Kingdom."
He took a breath, and the fluorescence on his body seemed to be a little brighter. He lowered his center of gravity slightly, and then, with a force of his feet, his whole body turned into a ray of light and shot towards the giant!
Su Zhu was startled and shouted urgently: "Junior brother Zhang, be careful, he is not afraid..."
Before he finished speaking, there seemed to be a flash of lightning in mid-air, and at the same time, there seemed to be a sound of being cut off, and a huge head was already flying in the air!
His huge body shook a few times, then fell down, making a dull crashing sound. The blood rushing out of the broken neck flowed to the ground, making a hissing sound, and the surrounding mud suddenly rotted.
There is a large area around.
Zhang Yu made great achievements with his sword, but there was no surprise on his face.
Blood-feathered warriors are very powerful, and the feathers and blood mist on their bodies can resist swords and guns just like the spiritual coats of spiritual creatures. However, they cannot stop the slashing of magical weapons like Xia Jian. Such a result is not surprising.
In fact, the earliest imaginary enemies when refining this magical weapon were these things.
However, this is just taking advantage of his unpreparedness. The reason why the Blood Feather Warrior is called a warrior is because he is good at various fighting techniques and also has some incredible abilities.
At this time, he was in mid-air and had not yet landed. Suddenly, a huge figure squeezed out from the shadows on the left, and slashed him with a huge hoe in his hand.
He arrived completely silently and at the perfect time.
Zhang Yu gently swung his arm outwards, and his body slowly turned halfway in the air. Then the sword was like a long whip, he retracted and swung it, and the first half of it hit the hoe with a snap. The huge force of the sword was unexpectedly
He missed the target with a blow, and he used the force to move backward.
But at this moment, in the darkness, another hoe struck from the upper right, bringing with it strong wind pressure.
He stood firmly on his toes, raised his arm slightly at the same time, and swung the sword horizontally. With a clang, he actually blocked the seemingly ferocious sword, but the mud beneath his feet was pushed away with a bang.
It fully illustrates the power of this blow.
The huge figure's attack failed, so he pushed the hoe forward and poked the sharp part at the top towards Zhang Yu. At the same time, he stepped forward and pushed hard, trying to squeeze his dodge space.
Zhang Yu, however, took a slightly staggered step to avoid the frontal sharp edge. At the same time, he flicked the blade of his sword, then took a step forward swiftly and without mercy, and touched the man's chest with his sword.
boom!
It was obviously just a simple sword strike, but there was a loud muffled sound.
The huge body paused for a moment. There was only a small dot on his chest, but a huge hole appeared behind him. You could see that countless feathers mixed with blood were shattered in the air, floating in the air.
fall.
Zhang Yu maintained the posture of drawing the sword. With this sword move, he concentrated all his strength on the tip of the sword, and it burst out with the sword light in an instant. This was not only a sword that controlled the power to the extreme.
, it is also a sword that combines mental strength and divine energy.
After a moment, the giant took a few steps back and fell to the ground with a loud bang.
At this moment, the last Blood Feather warrior had just pulled the fallen hoe out of the mud. He looked at the field and saw Zhang Yu, Su Zhu and others looking towards him. He was silent for a moment and made no choice.
Attack instead of turning around and running.
This is a correct choice. If there is no chance of winning and no one gives them a death order, they will not fight to the end.
At the same time, his size is shrinking rapidly, and his speed is getting faster, but at the same time, their defensive ability is also weakening accordingly.
Zhang Yu raised his sword and looked ahead. Just when he was about to take action, he felt a slight movement in his heart and put his hand down.
When the blood-feathered warrior passed a camp, he saw a tall figure covered in bearskin suddenly took a step across and blocked his path. Despite the huge momentum hitting him, it was
Standing motionless, he then stretched out his hands to grab the blood-feathered warrior, raised it over his head, and then stretched his hands outward, tearing it apart and letting the corrosive blood flow.
on your cheeks and body.
The man threw away the two corpses, wiped his face, and walked forward to a place where the light could reach. He looked at Zhang Yu and others, opened his mouth, showed a smile, and said in Tianxia dialect: "I
It’s Ekuru, the great chief of the Hardclaw tribe, the gods from Tianxia. It seems that you are the guests I’m waiting for.”