Chen Gong stood on a high ground, watching the battle with his hands behind his back.
Suddenly, pointing to the battlefield, he asked.
"Yuan Rang, if we are attacked by the Yellow Turban Army, can you defend it?"
Xia Hou looked at the battlefield with a solemn expression, looking at the fierce and fearless yellow scarf warriors one after another, and shook his head.
"We can't hold on. Although these Yellow Turbans are only at the first level, they are already as strong as second-level soldiers."
"But Ning'an Village defended it."
"Ning An is so strong."
Xia Hou sighed, but his face was very solemn. This Ning'an Village seemed to be a big mountain pressing on his heart.
"Ning'an Village is in the lakeside market. The village market is searching for animal souls. The number of spearmen now far exceeds ours."
Chen Gong murmured to himself, not knowing whether to tell himself or others.
On the side, Xiahou was concentrating on watching the battle and seemed not to hear.
"Most of the main force of Ning'an Village is now in the camp. If it is breached, all the efforts we have made over time will be in vain, and our strength will directly surpass Ning'an."
Xia Hou was still watching the battle attentively, and his whole body seemed to be deeply immersed in it.
"And I also figured out the origin of these thousand Yellow Turban warriors.
He is a first-class soldier who disappeared on the island before. He used secret methods to stimulate his life potential and forcibly became a Yellow Turban warrior.
This secret method consumes a lot of materials and also requires key military symbols.
Even so, these yellow scarf warriors who are forced to fight will all die within three days.
In other words, after today, regardless of victory or defeat, these thousand yellow scarf warriors will definitely die."
Even though everything was said, Xiahou still didn't hear it and concentrated on watching the battle.
We don’t know anything and we won’t say anything.
Seeing this, Chen Gong didn't speak anymore, his eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The two of them watched the battle quietly, with the army preparing behind them, with no intention of supporting Ning'an.
The other two parties didn't know what they were thinking. They came, but they just watched the battle silently, with no one to support them.
Seeing this, Chen Gong was not surprised. It could be said that this was all in his calculations.
But, why do I always have an ominous premonition?
What did I overlook?
........
The people who were poured with boiling water howled in agony, but no one flinched. They still charged with the giant tree and continued to climb up despite the attack.
The red and swollen skin on the body was torn apart, and pieces of flesh were separated, revealing the terrifying flesh and blood nerves inside.
It was under this circumstance that the giant tree hit the door for the third time.
Bang!
The door shattered in the roar, and the people behind it were knocked away more than ten meters and scattered all over the ground. Their chests were dented, their bones and tendons were broken, and their faces were as pale as gold paper.
But as soon as they landed, several groups of gunmen came from behind and carried them into the house. In the process, each of them stuffed a spiritual fruit into their mouths.
The spiritual fruit worked, and although the injury could not be fully recovered, it saved his life.
After putting the wounded away, they walked out of the room and rushed to the door.
At this time, Dian Wei led the team and formed a steel barrier at the broken gate.
Eleven people turned into killing machines, killing lives at a rapid pace.
After changing his profession to become a Yellow Turban Warrior, his strength became stronger and his defense improved, but no matter how high his defense was, he couldn't stop the big gun made of pure steel.
No matter how high the defense is, it can't stop the thick and heavy folding iron knife.
Dian Wei, who was standing at the front of the crowd, simply put away his long spear, picked up his pair of short halberds again, and danced like a madman, smashing the yellow turban warriors in front of him into minced meat.
Dozens of spearmen who came from behind quickly filled the vacant positions and hid behind the heavily armored infantry. They stretched and retracted their spears and fired wildly.
For a moment, the yellow turban warriors like a tidal wave were blocked from the gate and could not enter at all.
As time goes by slowly, the sun in the sky is getting higher and hotter.
The pool of blood on the ground gave off a stench under the sunlight, which was extremely smoky and the smell of blood spread, making the sky look a little more bloody.
The blood stains on the body solidified quickly under the scorching sun, melted under the soaking of sweat, and dripped with the sweat.
After a long battle, the defending team has been rotated three times, and everyone is already sore and exhausted.
However, due to reasonable rotation, the treatment of spiritual fruits at all costs, and even the death of dragon marrow, the casualties have always been maintained within a reasonable and acceptable range.
But in this fierce war, in the bloody battle of everyone, in the process of being rescued by their comrades, the fighting spirit became more and more intense, and although the spirit was exhausted, it became more tenacious.
War is like a steel forging furnace.
An army when first built is a piece of pig iron, full of impurities, soft, fragile, and brittle.
After being forged again and again in the steel forging furnace, the army was finally forged into steel and transformed into an indestructible and indestructible steel lion.
Waves of fierce fighting spirit and powerful energy soared into the sky, stirring into the thick evil spirit in the air and merging with it.
The evil energy that had reached the critical point long ago made up for the last missing part, and a qualitative change occurred in the void and on this battlefield.
The evil spirit stirred into a ball in the void, slowly forming a high-speed rotating vortex.
The evil spirits were compressed by the vortex and squeezed out from the bottom of the small vortex. After being squeezed out, the evil spirits were stained with a touch of red.
Little by little, the evil spirit turns red, until one layer, two layers, three layers... 100%!
Not long after, the chaotic evil spirit successfully merged with the fighting spirit and spirit, turning into an orderly and tough red evil spirit that enveloped the army.
The moment the red evil cloud enveloped the army, every soldier seemed to have received divine help.
There is a good connection between warriors and warriors, and they work together in perfect harmony.
The warriors received a mysterious blessing, becoming more powerful, stronger, faster, and more responsive...
What's even more critical is that after the red evil energy enveloped our own army, it began to slowly spread towards the Yellow Turban Army.
It was not blocked at all during the spread and directly covered the Yellow Turban Army.
Every Yellow Turban Army man covered in evil spirits felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on his body. It was extremely uncomfortable, and his strength was weakened by several percent.
As one side increased and the other weakened, the Ning'an side began to suppress the Yellow Turban Warriors. Although they could not counterattack, it seemed impossible for the Yellow Turban Warriors to break through Ning'an Village.
Seeing this, Fang Fan's eyes flickered a little, and he suddenly said.
"Give up. You can't attack the camp. Now retreat and I will forget the past."
Under the influence of spiritual energy, Fang Fan's words resounded throughout the battlefield and through the forest.
"Cough cough cough cough."
When Li Yang in the camp heard this, his eyes widened and he looked at Fang Fan suspiciously.
Let bygones be bygones?
Is this the village chief? No, there is definitely a conspiracy here. Who does the village chief want to mess with?
Li Yang fell into deep thought.
"Humph, Fang Fan, you are happy too early, this has just begun."
The adult's voice also echoed on the battlefield, his tone full of disdain.
When Fang Fan heard this, he had a slight smile on his face.
"Really? It's a pity that it's too late. Didn't you notice? You are now surrounded by four major forces including us. What can you do if you have the ability to reach the sky?
I charge four families and strangle them from all sides, how long can you hold on?"
The master in the center of the Yellow Turban Army heard this and quickly sent people to investigate, but the information he received back made his face change drastically.
