Six hundred and eighty-sixth quarter of the dying counterattack
Shan Mao walked to the front of the formation.
Before coming to the Holy Blood Corps, he had never come into contact with mechanical armor, let alone alternative blood armor. However, Shan Mao, who was extremely diligent in research, quickly mastered this brand-new combat weapon. It didn't take long for him to master it.
He has become the leader of the entire corps.
Liu Yazhi soon discovered that this unpopular lieutenant had an excellent sense of balance and keen combat intuition. This guy was a natural machine warrior.
Shan Mao's strength quickly surpassed Liu Yazhi's, and his tactical prowess was even more unmatched by Liu Yazhi. The Blood Armor Society was just a peripheral organization of Black Soul in the past, but Shan Mao was carefully cultivated by the Guangming Martial Arts Society.
Senior disciple.
Without saying a word, Liu Yazhi left the entire Holy Blood Corps to Shan Mao, while he was immersed in studying the brand new blood armor.
"Yaya said that they have to charge to deal with the opponent. What's the best way for everyone?" Shan Mao spoke lazily.
No one said anything. Shan Mao was definitely an alternative in the Guangming Martial Arts Association. The Guangming Martial Arts Association advocated rigor, discipline, and etiquette. Shan Mao's casual and cynical character was naturally not liked by people. The soldiers below had no regard for their own.
My immediate boss didn't have any good solutions.
When Shan Mao first joined the Corps, he was reminded by seventeen soldiers in one day to pay attention to etiquette.
Shan Mao still went his own way without any intention of changing, and gradually everyone became accustomed to it. However, the discipline and strict etiquette of the Guangming Martial Arts Association had long been deeply imprinted in their minds.
Therefore, their commander became more and more eye-catching.
No one paid attention to him, and Shan Mao didn't take it seriously. He yawned, a trace of tears appeared in the corner of his eyes, and muttered: "Have a good sleep after playing."
"What a bunch of boring guys." Shan Mao flexed his limbs: "Okay, that's a charge. Prepare for a duck charge!"
The soldiers' faces were all as black as the bottom of a pot. Every time they heard the name of this tactic, they all looked bad. Duck charge? Are you all ducks? Isn't the Holy Light Hammer charge bad? Even if it's not creative, Bright Charge
It’s completely acceptable to everyone.
It happened that this tactic was created by Shan Mao. This guy was very proud and said that the inventor had the right to name it.
Although the faces of everyone in the bloodline armor were extremely dark and uniform, they still completed the tactical preparations meticulously. Three columns appeared behind Shan Mao, forming a sharp cone with thick wings, astonishingly like a bird stretching its head and spreading its wings.
Rushing white duck.
In [Holy Blood], the cynicism on Shan Mao's face disappeared, and his expression was serious.
This is the first time he has led the Holy Blood Corps into actual combat, and it is also the first time that the tactics he designed have been put into actual combat. This corps has condensed Elder An’s countless efforts and all Liu Yazhi’s beliefs. Everyone has worked silently for so long, but no matter how hard it is,
Is it just for this fight?
He suddenly understood Liu Yazhi's thoughts.
Although Liu Yazhi had the idea of competing with the Shanshuang Corps, that extreme and crazy guy just wanted to use this method to tell the entire Tianlu
——Holy Blood is coming!
Okay, the Bullhorn Corps is a bit weak, but it still has a bit of a reputation.
Shan Mao's expression was serious, and the blood in his body was boiling. The real power in his body echoed with the [Holy Blood], and the [Holy Blood] lit up with a faint white light. The familiar light breath peeled away the emotions in his heart little by little, and he entered
A strange state.
His eyes became cold and cold, like a killing machine without any emotion.
The light aura surrounding him caused his six senses to expand rapidly, and the entire battlefield was so clear in his mind. The Holy Blood Corps behind him, which was already solemn, was even more deathly silent at this time. Every [Holy Blood
】 Everything was shrouded in a faint white light, and a terrifying aura filled the entire place, but there was no trace of life.
Shan Mao opened his palm, and the light gathered in his hand. In his hand was a long-handled light hammer condensed with white light.
Each of the [Holy Bloods] behind him holds a long-handled light hammer, while the [Holy Bloods] on both wings hold long-handled light axes.
Shan Mao raised the light hammer in his hand.
Phew, all the [Holy Blood] bodies squatted slightly together, and the white light merged into one body like running water.
Jerome didn't know what the monster on the other side was. He had never heard of blood armor, but the terrifying aura of the opponent that kept rising crazily gave him an unparalleled impact.
The terrifying white light was so rich in energy that even the air in his field of vision was distorting.
The secret weapon of the Guangming Wuhui?
Jerome took a deep breath, and suddenly he shouted: "You must be scared!"
The extremely nervous soldiers suddenly heard the commander's shouts and were startled.
"I'm scared too."
Jerome admitted frankly, attracting the attention of the soldiers. They couldn't help but guess what the general meant by saying this. The soldiers of the Oxhorn Corps had always respected their commander.
"But, I can't bring you to surrender." Jerome's deep voice came from inside the suit: "Because there are invaders in front of you. I know that we are powerless to stop them. I know that the demise of Taurus is imminent. I know,
No one can turn the tide. We will perish like Aquarius."
The soldiers' eyes were blank. Is Taurus going to die? Aren't we a zodiac sign? Aren't we a giant? Why is it suddenly going to die?
However, everyone knew that the commander was not telling lies. The regiment in front of them, carrying the flag of the Guangming Martial Arts Association, did not even have a trace of cover.
A few days ago, everyone was still lamenting the demise of Aquarius, lamenting that the richest constellation had just died away.
Why?
There has never been any hatred between Taurus and Guangming Wuhui? Why?
Sadness was permeating the air, and some young soldiers couldn't help crying. The non-commissioned officers were devastated and looked defeated. They knew more about the high-level affairs, and they became more and more desperate.
"I can't lead you to surrender. Because I want to leave the last bit of face to this empire that is about to perish. I don't want others to talk about the demise of Taurus, but no regiment dares to resist. I don't want others to talk about Taurus men, no
A bit of blood and responsibility. It is the last responsibility I can fulfill. If you are willing, please stay. If you are not willing, please leave."
The low words echoed in the air.
Everyone was quiet and no one left.
I can’t tell why, maybe it’s the pride of the zodiac constellations that has been there for a long time, maybe it’s like Jerome said, maybe it’s anger and unwillingness, no one left. The sadness on the soldiers’ faces gradually faded, and they became resolute.
The noble disciples in Sand Plains City were in a different situation.
"Jerome is crazy, he is really crazy, my God, that is the Guangming Wuhui! The secret weapon of the Guangming Wuhui!"
"We are not opponents, run!"
Their faces were full of panic and fear, and they just wished they had lost two legs. They turned around and ran away, turning into birds. There was only one thought in their minds, it was over, it was over, they should run for their lives.
Jerome was too lazy to pay attention. He was quickly conveying his tactical intentions to his soldiers. The opponent was so powerful that it was impossible for ordinary tactics to work.
"They must want to defeat us face to face. We have to tell them that if they want to swallow us in one bite, be careful of breaking their teeth. Remember our usual building block training, the enemy is stronger than us, and they definitely don't want to drag the battle to a stalemate. They must
Know how to use powerful attacks. We use building blocks to train to disperse their impact. After the formation is broken up, everyone fights on their own. Remember, don't fight alone, we are not opponents, try to cooperate with those around you."
Building block training is a unique training program that the Bullhorn Corps usually conducts. It is mainly used to train soldiers' mutual understanding and coordination ability. Soldiers will form a loose formation, just like stacked building blocks. Such a formation
They disperse as soon as they are rushed, but the most difficult part of this training is to disperse the impact force to each soldier at the moment of being dispersed. This requires extremely strong tacit understanding and coordination ability.
But it itself has no offensive properties, and once it is dispersed, the formation will be completely dispersed. In battle, formation is the basis of almost all tactics. A completely dispersed formation cannot organize an effective counterattack at all.
.This is why it cannot be used in combat.
Facing an opponent who was much stronger than himself, Jerome suddenly thought of this tactic that had no combat value. He was not even sure whether it would work, but he had no choice.
The soldiers of the Bullhorn Corps were very familiar with building block training. The non-commissioned officers understood Jerome's thoughts, but they felt that Jerome's method was too negative. No matter how strong the Guangming Wuhui was, they would not be so scared.
Fortunately, Jerome's prestige in the regiment was extremely high. He had single-handedly brought out these non-commissioned officers and he was very convinced of them.
At this moment, the Guangming Wuhui Corps on the opposite side began to charge.
At this time, no one who thought Jerome was too negative just now doubted Jerome's judgment. When those big monsters charged up, everyone realized how terrifying the scene was.
The ninth-level Snow Monkey King is itself the overlord at the top of the food chain, and only saints can rival it. They are extremely powerful, and the bloodline armor they modified perfectly retains this feature.
Every step was like beating a heavy drum. Looking from the sky, when the sole of the foot fell, there must be a big pit. The white light covering the whole body merged into one and rushed towards him, like a wall of light crushing him with a terrifying momentum.
The earth shook and the mountains shook, the air twisted crazily, the white light was like flames, and the Snow Ape King, who was cold and emotionless, seemed to be rushing toward him like a demon.
Jerome's expression couldn't help but change. The real power in his body actually showed some stagnation, and the silver equipment on their bodies was completely suppressed. Not only him, but the saints around Jerome also changed their expressions.
They couldn't help but think of the Shanshuang Corps, which was equally unstoppable when they charged.
"Do you want to stop them?"
A saint beside him couldn't help but ask, such a fierce charge could not be fully digested by building block training.
"Don't block!" Jerome gritted his teeth and said, "I never thought about surviving, we have to give them a meeting gift!"
The saint nodded silently.
The two sides were getting closer and closer, and the oppressive feeling like a mountain was almost suffocating and overwhelming. There was a loud roar like a tide, which shook everyone's ears and could not hear anything. In the smoke and dust that covered the sky, the white light was like flame, like a demon.
The killing machine made them feel how insignificant they were.
"kill!"
Shan Mao's tongue exploded with spring thunder, and the light hammer in his hand stirred up white light all over the sky, and crashed towards the Niujiao Corps!
The soldiers behind him all dropped their hammers!
The white hammer light fell from the sky like a raging wave, slamming into the ranks of the Oxhorn Corps.
Countless figures flew across the sky, spilling blood, and evaporated before they even hit the ground.
The long axes on both wings struck with lightning speed, slashing diagonally, and two huge ax beams swept across the entire Oxhorn Corps.
boom!
The entire Bullhorn Corps was like loose building blocks. After receiving a heavy blow, it scattered in all directions like a goddess scattering flowers.
Jerome's eyes were filled with misery. More than half of the figures flying out beside him had lost their breath, and a quarter were broken limbs. The impact that even building block training could not dissipate was really terrifying.
The situation was worse than he imagined. After a charge, only a quarter of the soldiers of the Oxhorn Corps were left, and no one was intact.
What a terrifying charge!
Jerome's eyes were bloodshot, his left arm was drooped, and all the bones inside were shattered. There were only six saints left around him, two of them were hit by light hammers, and two were swept by axes.
He died on the spot, and the rest were all injured.
A quarter of a dying counterattack... really miserable... haha!
Die!
Like a crazy beast, he pounced on the nearest [Holy Blood].
