Zhang Wu, Jiang Zhuzi, Iron Leg Long San and others were all transferred back from the small street temple by Zhao Ran, each serving as a temporary flag. It was they who had the courage to fight Bu Bazi face to face. Under their leadership,
Groups of three or five militiamen gathered around and blocked these foot soldiers. Under the desperate command of the training officers, they attacked according to the rules of the previous drill.
A few of the more than ten officers who were training were separated and commanded the archers of the famous regiment to fire volleys according to the beat of the drums to block Bubazi's route to the city below.
Actual combat is the real teacher. After experiencing the initial panic, the militia gradually achieved some of the effects of previous drills and was able to suppress Bubazi who climbed into the city.
The first few steps to climb the city were also brave. They spontaneously cooperated and tried their best to protect the last battlement and ensure the smooth flow of the last route to the city.
Seeing that the situation had stabilized slightly, Pei Zhongze stopped Qu Fenghe and other monks who had asked for a fight, and used a few foot soldiers to climb the city to temper the fighting power and bloodiness of the militia. This was a good opportunity for military training.
At the city gate, the light of Luo Zhiqing's sword was also photographed. Several Buddhist monks who reacted quickly immediately chanted a curse. The heavy armor worn by Bu Bazi glowed with brilliance amidst the sound of the Buddha's curse. The ten people worked together to lift the heavy armor.
The golden pestle was raised above his head, resisting the pressure of the great sword light.
There was an explosion of gold and iron clashing, and ten Bubazi worked together to withstand Luo Zhiqing's sword!
Luo Zhiqing had heard early in the morning that there was a big difference between military formation killing and ordinary fighting, but he didn't expect the difference to be so big. He was surprised and surprised at the same time. He stretched out his hand and made a move, and the sword light was rolled back into his hand.
He immediately pointed down, and the sword light flew out again, this time with 80% of the mana!
A Buddhist monk took out a copper cymbal and flew it to the golden pestle. Bubazi's heavy armor magic power immediately merged into the copper cymbal, and together with the golden pestle, formed a large umbrella. Ten Bubazi held it together.
Umbrella, facing Luo Zhiqing's sword light.
There was another explosion, and a dent about a foot wide was made on the copper cymbal. The sword light was bounced away again and flew back to Luo Zhiqing's hand.
Pei Zhongze saw clearly and immediately shouted: "Bubazi is an elite man and must stay!"
Each army has elites, no matter how many, they are all experienced in battles and skilled in fighting. What can be called elites is not their personal bravery - the bravery of ordinary people is meaningless in front of monks, but
The ability to cooperate and cooperate developed through years of training and combat. This ability allows them to cooperate extremely well with monks, or simply cooperate with magical weapons and talismans to gather people into formations and face the monks head-on.
It is really amazing that these ten Bubazi can hold up the two swords of Luo Zhiqing, a master of golden elixir. Even with the help of Buddhist monks, it is not easy. They must be elites. If they can defeat these ten people
Staying here will definitely leave a profound lesson to Wu Huawen.
Without Pei Zhongze's instructions, Luo Zhiqing's fighting spirit was completely aroused. His eyes flashed, and the sword's light suddenly doubled. He stepped onto the battlement without flying out with the sword, and just slapped it down with the sword in both hands.
The sword wind howled and thunderous sounds suddenly started. Even Wu Huawen, who was riding a horse dozens of feet away, felt the strong wind blowing on his cheeks. He shouted: "Help!"
All the Buddhist monks took action with all their strength, and more than a dozen magical weapons were either intercepted, attacked from the side, or directed towards Luo Zhiqing.
More than ten sword lights of different sizes suddenly emitted from the back of Luo Zhiqing's head, each facing the flying Buddhist magical weapon. It was the split-light sword shadow that he had recently practiced hard, but the giant sword in his palm ignored it and continued to shoot it.
As if thunder exploded in the sky, the runes on Wu Huawen's helmet rippled, dissipating the sound waves. Even so, there was a loud bang in his ears that echoed for a long time.
Ten Bubazi were knocked down by the light of the sword. Five of them were beaten to a pulp on the spot. The other five were vomiting blood and lying on their backs on the ground. The golden pestle was pressed against their bodies and almost broke. The copper cymbals on the golden pestle were almost broken.
They were photographed so that they were completely deformed and their original appearance was indistinguishable.
Luo Zhiqing's split-light sword shadow blocked six or seven Buddhist magical weapons, but four or five were not blocked, leaving several wounds on his body.
Luo Zhiqing didn't care. He stepped on the battlements with his feet, retracted his sword light, glanced at the Xixia military formation, and slowly uttered two words: "Come again!"
Several Buddhist monks used their hands to drag back the broken golden pestle and copper cymbal, together with the heavily wounded Bubazi elite underneath. For a while, no one dared to step forward to challenge.
As Luo Zhiqing showed his power, the militia group besieging several Bubazi on the top of the city mustered up the courage to fight desperately and clear the city wall. Several Bubazi were killed on the spot, and the remaining two were stabbed with spears.
At the top of the city, he fell to the ground and vomited blood and died on the spot.
The sound of ringing gold sounded, and Bu Bazi at the bottom of the city held up his shield and retreated, only to be injured by a hail of arrows from the militia on top of the city.
The attack on the city failed, and several generals asked for battle and asked for another attack.
"Commander, the defenders are very weak, let's charge again!"
"If the general is willing to ask for orders, he will definitely come down with a bang!"
Wu Huawen also saw the weakness of the defenders on the city. Not to mention anything else, it was just a test. Dozens of foot soldiers stepped forward and climbed up without any climbing equipment. Instead, they were replaced by Ming troops elsewhere.
How is this possible?
Although the defenders were weak, the monks seemed to be very strong, especially the Taoist monk on top of the city. His sword was so powerful that it required a master to stop him.
Then he said to a monk next to him: "Zhan Master Zhishen, please take action to entangle the Taoist priest. Is it possible?"
Zhi Shen put his hands together and said, "Don't worry, general." He then said to the disciple he brought with him, "Guangcheng, go break down the door and fight for me against the evil ways in the city!"
On the top of the city, Pei Zhongze saw two monks coming out of the crowd. After taking a closer look, he suddenly remembered that this was when he and Zhao Zhiran were blocked in a small temple on the way to escape from Bayan Har Mountain.
Those two monks who fought against each other?
These two monks, especially the fat and strong one, beat him and Zhao Zhiran into such a state of embarrassment that if they had not discovered the tunnel in the temple, they would have died by then.
Pei Zhongze was right. These two were Zhishen and Guangcheng, masters and disciples of Gaorichang Temple in Bayan Har Mountain. Ten years passed by, and Zhishen had advanced in cultivation and had entered the Arhat realm, which was equivalent to the cultivation of a Taoist practitioner.
Therefore, Guangcheng also entered the realm of monks, which is similar to Master Jindan of Taoism.
Eight years ago, Zhishen was ordered by the Tianlong Academy to go to Baima Mountain to assist in the war. After countless battles, he was good at illusion formations. This specialty made him a duck to water in the war. He often performed well and was widely praised by the military.
He also received the attention of Tianlongyuan and was incorporated into the White Horse Military Supervisory Department, becoming one of the few masters in Xixia on the Baihe front line.
During this raid on Hongyuan, Wu Huawen invited Zhishen to lead the team, and the magic formation on Guifangya was created by him.