The Xuanjia Anvil Camp where Zhao Hongying was located was an important force in Linjiang City's efforts to seize the advantage of Anjin Ferry, and wars broke out with surrounding cities all year round.
He had fought many tough battles with the Xuanjia Anvil Battalion, but he had never fought a close battle with an organized monster, so it was understandable that he would suddenly suffer a loss now.
"A monster is a monster!"
"Even if you become a human under Chen Tian's command, you will still be a monster!"
Zhao Hongying turned over and leaped forward. The three-pointed and two-edged sword was filled with rage and then struck like thunder. The sharp tip of the knife cut through the air, making a whistling sound, and three dragons swam out with their teeth and claws.
Xiong Lei grinned. He had been in contact with the Xuanjia Anvil Camp for many days before. By observing the fighting generals in front of the formation, he had already understood all the mysteries of Linjiang Zhao's swordsmanship.
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Later, the soul doll was embodied in the concentric mirror with lotus pattern for repeated killing practice by the three armies.
After seven days and seven nights of continuous fighting, Xiong Lei had never formally fought against Zhao Hongying or even met him. However, Xiong Lei was extremely familiar with every move he made and was very confident.
Otherwise, the deity would not leave all kinds of machine puppets unused and send out flesh-and-blood bodies precisely because he intends to train troops through the Xuanjia Anvil Camp.
Xiong Lei was unhurried and did not dodge. He was the first to block the path that Zhao Hongying had to take when he dropped the blade.
As soon as he set up the pumpkin hammer, Zhao Hongying followed up and slashed hard with his chopping knife. Sparks flew out, just in time to help him complete a perfect block.
The three-headed dragon that had already formed a martial spirit was grabbed by the lower jaw by Xiong Lei, and was smashed with a heavy hammer. It immediately fell into the mud, as if it were an earthworm.
"Suffer death!"
"Suffer death!"
Xiong Lei pushed Zhao Hongying away with his shoulder, and before he could land, he picked up the three dragons with one hand and swung them like a long whip, sweeping away a large number of heavy armor soldiers who came to support him, and then threw them towards Zhao Hongying with all his strength.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the pikemen of the Shunzi Battalion immediately rushed into the battle line like a wedge from the gap, and formed a flying geese formation to confront the surrounding Xuanjia Anvil Battalion, trying to divide the battlefield.
Zhao Hongying, who fell to the ground twice, was shocked. Not only was he shocked by Shunziying's tricky tactics, he was even more shocked by Xiong Lei's almost unpredictable close combat style.
Even so, he still did not believe in evil. He stabilized his mind and immediately mobilized his spiritual power. Then he pressed his right palm to recall the three-pointed two-edged knife stuck on the ground.
Zhao Hongying's shirt fluttered in the wind, his momentum rose sharply, and he exuded a chilling fighting spirit. The military flag behind him was soaked and shined brightly again.
The heavy armored soldiers near the gap were immediately covered with a layer of golden light, and the blood in their hearts was as hot as boiling. Facing the swarming spearmen of Shunzi Battalion, they stabbed out their long swords regardless of their own safety.
Xiong Lei suddenly discovered that the defense of these heavily armored soldiers had reached a new level, and they were invulnerable.
Even if the sharp tip of the spear pokes into the throat, it will only leave a trace of blood, making it difficult to break through the defense.
Zhao Hongying came back with the sword, and a long series of afterimages flew past as he galloped. The light of the sword bloomed like a silver moonlight.
He firmly held the end of the blade, stabbed Xiong Lei's goggles with one blow, and pushed through the masonry, trying to stab Xiong Lei through his heart and lungs.
But he obviously underestimated the quality of the armor produced in Fenjin Villa. Even though he forced Xiong Lei to retreat step by step, he only managed to pierce half an inch of the protective shield and did not damage Xiong Lei's lifeline.
Xiong Lei lowered his head and saw the bright red blood passing through the blade, reflecting his shaggy face. He was so angry that he cut off the knife shaft with his palm and slammed into his shoulder again at the risk of disemboweling him.
Click!
The successive impacts made Zhao Hongying dizzy, and the broken knife shaft quickly slipped through the palm of his hand, causing his hands to feel burning pain.
Xiong Lei was also stabbed deeply into his fingers by wood slag, and he hissed in pain, but he didn't bother to pull it out, and hurriedly punched Zhao Hongying's cheek with his fist, causing a thick mist of blood to burst out instantly.
The pure brute force was no less powerful than the spiritual force, and the aftermath blew up a large amount of sand and gravel, sweeping like a knife, forcing the surrounding soldiers to be unable to provide close support at all.
See here.
Chen Tian knew that although Xiong Lei had messed up his plans, he still had the advantage. If Zhao Hongying was delayed for another half-quarter of an hour to widen the gap, the Yongtai Army's advantage would become greater and greater.
"Linjiang City occupies Anjin Ferry. It is ultimately a battleground for military strategists. It has a profound background."
"The military spirit is mellow, and the timing of using it is just right. If I had used the Xuanjia Anvil Battalion, I should have captured Gusu City as early as two months ago."
"It's a pity that Yin Jianyuan was born in the Yin family of Cangxi. He was arrogant and did not take the local warlords seriously, so he gave away an elite force for nothing."
Chen Tian thought to himself and couldn't help but feel filled with emotion.
He knew that Zhao Pingshan, without a complete military system, had reached the limit of leading the Xuanjia Anvil Camp with only his personal prestige and blood ties.
At the same time, Zhao Pingshan can also be regarded as a military celebrity. If his background or background were higher, he would surely have an enduring legendary hymn in the Cangxi world.
But emotion is emotion.
Chen Tian showed no mercy at all. He nodded casually, and Qing Yuan, the mechanism in mid-air, immediately waved a signal according to the predetermined plan. The commander of Shizi Camp, who was more than 20 miles away on the flank, received the signal and immediately led Wei An.
A cavalry force of 1,200 men tightened the encirclement.
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It stands to reason that the cavalry would not dare to attack the formation of infantry under any circumstances, especially the heavy armor soldiers such as the Xuanjia Anvil Battalion.
Because the original idea of forming the Yongzi Battalion was to use footwork to control cavalry. Later, these well-trained swordsmen did not disappoint. In the Battle of Makino, the dragon and tiger cavalry were defeated step by step.
However, the pikemen of the Shunzi Battalion led by Xiong Lei were eager to perform meritorious service and fearless of death. They had already drawn attention to the gap in the frontal line.
Then when the flanks diagonally behind are weak, they can completely use high-mobility cavalry to divide the battlefield again and expand their advantage.
As expected.
Guard An had just entered the Xuanjia Anvil Camp with a sword under his arm, and immediately caused a panic. The archers in the back row had no time to retreat, and were immediately trampled to pieces by rolling horse hooves.
The goal of this cavalry was more clear. They did not care about the military merits they obtained. Instead, they attacked the flanks like a bead rolling around a curtain, intending to disrupt the formation and prepare to attack the main tent.
"The Yongtai army bravely leads Wei An!"
"I was ordered to seize the handsome man!"
Wei An wielded his vibrating sword and used himself as the armor-piercing cone head to lead his cavalry through the front line repeatedly, getting closer and closer to Zhao Pingshan's main tent each time.
This forced the enemy to turn around and return to defense, but Xiong Lei, who was on the front line, still refused to let Zhao Hongying go and tried his best to hold him back.
There was capture of the flag before, and capture of the commander-in-chief later. The battle situation has developed to this point, and it can be said that the dust has settled.
However, Zhao Pingshan did not sit still and wait for death.
He himself is also a monk in the eighth level of Lingxiao Realm, and he is quite capable of fighting. After pushing away the soldiers guarding him, he said in a deep voice:
"Fellow fellow citizens!" "It's time for a last-ditch battle!"