The ninth chapter wolf smoke and flames, the king and the loser!
"The merchant army destroyed another lung of the earth!"
"No need to wait any longer, order the men to prepare and kill all the merchants today!"
"roar!"
Yan obtained the curse witchcraft and the ancestral witch totem, and originally wanted to study it carefully, increase his strength, and then destroy the enemy in one fell swoop.
However, the feathered people scouts sent reported that this merchant army continued to occupy the earth's lungs and destroyed them.
Even if the damage was not permanent, but only temporary, Jiuyi couldn't bear it anymore.
Let the war begin!
"Coming!"
The war broke out quite directly. When the earth trembled and the warriors of the Jiuyi tribe spread their legs, accompanied by the billowing dust and smoke, they rushed out of the Shiwan Mountain like a tide. In the camp of the Shang Dynasty, people ranging from Huang Shang to Huang Feihu
, every soldier down to the ground was surprisingly calm, holding weapons in hand, and fully prepared.
Huang Shang was wearing XXL size armor, and his figure began to look strong, which was completely different from Wei Ziqi's former obese image. He softly uttered one word: "Array!"
Several large cauldrons have long been distributed regularly, and many mysterious runes shine, forming the appearance of black birds, looking forward to generating power and spreading their wings to fly high.
This is the Black Bird Formation.
In the past, Emperor Xuanyuan was able to defeat the armies of hundreds of Chiyou tribes, relying on formations.
Since then, generations have evolved, and now the human race's formation has long been linked to the dragon vein of the country's destiny. It responds to the destiny of heaven and the earth's veins to bless itself, and its offensive and defensive capabilities can be greatly improved.
Huang Feihu's five hundred personal guards were the strongest in the entire army. At this time, they were standing at the core of the formation, leading them. Huang Feihu even slapped the butt of the five-color sacred cow and let out a roar, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring.
:"war!"
The high fighting spirit spread out, as if there were blazing flames, towering mountains, roaring winds, and endless falling trees. An invincible belief turned into spiritual power.
Even farmers swept away fear and shouted with weapons in hand.
Morale was boosted to an unbelievable level.
It is the courage of the generals. At this time, Huang Feihu mobilized the blood of all the soldiers by himself, and the blood-curdling murderous intent rose. The smoke and fire of the wolf were rising, and the king was defeated and the king was defeated!
"shoot!"
The Jiuyi army on the opposite side also bent their bowstrings, their arrows were like shooting stars, their strings were like thunderbolts, and countless cold rays of light passed by in the wind.
"shield!"
Everyone raised their shields in unison to block the sunlight above their heads. These shields were large in size, but very light. They were made from local materials and woven from rattan wood. Their hardness was far inferior to the fine ones of later generations. However, under the protection of the Black Bird Formation,
But it clanked and blocked the arrow.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
When the first wave of the fiercest arrow rain was blocked, Dashang's momentum was like a rainbow. Huang Shang was sitting on the chariot at the rear, beating the drum with both hands, and the thunderous drums rumbled.
But soon, an even more terrifying sound came from the opposing camp. One after another, Mengji beasts came across the mountains, their hooves hitting the ground with a dull loud sound, and they raised their heads and roared!
The sound moves hundreds of miles!
These well-trained beasts are not only completely superior to war horses, but also carry simple trebuchets on their backs. The dexterous Yu people operate them, while the Yu people use their strong eyesight to lock the enemy's direction.
, used for aiming.
"put!"
When the trebuchet on the back of a hundred Mengji beasts adjusted its position, Yan immediately shouted loudly, pointed the bow and arrow in his hand, and shot out countless flying stones.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Such an offensive was definitely not something that a simple shield could block. Huang Feihu took the lead, holding up his golden clenched reed spear, blocking the falling rocks, and at the same time adjusting his direction to avoid it.
For those who couldn't escape, black birds appeared, flapping their wings and singing, shaking the falling rocks away from their direction.
However, Yan was already prepared. He bent his bow and set an arrow. Thunder and lightning gathered on the arrows, and they were shot out in succession.
Whoosh whoosh!
The divine arrow shot out, like thunder and lightning piercing the sky, bombarding the falling rocks, bouncing them up, crossing a perfect parabola, and accurately hit the heart of the black bird pattern.
Corresponds to the bottom, which is the big tripod!
Click!
These large cauldrons that received sacrifices and offerings were still standing, but there were signs of cracks on them. The entire military formation trembled, and the faint cry of black birds could be heard.
"Put it back!"
Yan's big hand waved violently, and the rain of falling rocks and arrows started again. The next round of attack followed closely, without giving the enemy any chance to breathe.
If this continues, it will be dangerous.
But at this moment, the tip of Huang Feihu's golden-clawed reed spear emitted a white light.
He uttered one word: "Wind!"
The white light is like the wind, and the strong wind roars and sweeps through the clouds.
In an instant, all the soldiers running on the ground seemed to have accelerating auras, their movement speed doubled, and the sound of footsteps was incredibly dense, like bursts of thunder, lightning fast, rushing out at extremely high speeds.
In Jiuyi's eyes, the merchant army was just a shadow a moment ago, but in an instant it had enlarged and rushed towards them with the momentum of a swirling cloud.
What's even more exaggerated is that these soldiers also have long-range attack methods. The first half stabs out spears uniformly, and the second half throws spears. Thousands of spears shoot into the air like locusts, blasting away the scorching sun.
The sun was blocked for a moment, and soon it became brighter.
Because the rain of spears was so fierce that it fell within the Jiuyi formation in a flash of lightning.
"Ahhh!"
Not only did the Yu people and Yu Min who controlled the trebuchets screamed and fell, but the Mengji beasts were also stabbed by spears and turned into a hornet's nest.
"Hello!"
Flame shouted loudly.
A terrible thing happened. They were rough-skinned and thick-flesh, but they survived and did not die.
When the breeder threw his favorite fire rat into his mouth, the Mengji beast ate it, made a joyful sound, and pushed out the spear.
Good guy, really a good guy.
"rush!"
Yan waved his hand, tit for tat.
Jiuyi has a small number of people. In terms of military strength, it is only half of the opponent. Many of the soldiers are auxiliary. Only the Wu clan and the Xingtian clan have absolutely powerful offensive and defensive capabilities. Therefore, the Mengji beast is extremely important and must gain a certain advantage.
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As a result, Mengji Beast immediately began to advance.
Although they were as slow as snails compared to the Merchant Army, which was as fast as the wind, the four hooves of the beast fell to the ground, still hitting the waterfall like flowing stones, stirring in all directions.
The offensive, as powerful as a mountain torrent, is still unstoppable.
Even if the two sides collide, you will still be able to walk around without food.
If it were an ordinary general, he would already be in a hurry at this time, but what Jiuyi was facing was Huang Feihu.
The future King Wu Cheng is the only handsome man in Dachang who can compete with Wen Zhong on the battlefield!
Facing the swirling dust smoke, flying sand and rocks, and fierce beasts like city walls, rumbling across the city wall, Huang Feihu calmly slapped the butt of the five-color sacred cow, and the tip of the spear began to turn into blue light.
"water!"
The blue light is like a sea, spreading slowly.
In an instant, the army changed, with staggered layers and meandering forward, like dancers walking on the tips of knives. They unexpectedly interspersed incredibly among the giant beasts, wandering on the edge of the shock without being hurt.
"impossible!"
Flame finally changed color.
The human race's battle formation actually has such ever-changing majesty?
"fire!"
The battlefield was indeed ever-changing, and there was no room for hesitation at all. Huang Feihu pointed his spear in the distance, the blue light turned into red, and he let out a murderous voice.
The red light is like fire, burning all the wasteland, fierce and violent!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The soldiers in the front row directly thrust out the spears. This time due to distance and angle issues, the spears like flying lightning directly pierced the body of the Mengji beast. No matter how thick their skin and flesh were, they could not defend themselves.
Blocked, he let out a shrill scream, staggered, fell down with a crash, and stirred up dust all over the sky.
"kill!"
When the well-trained war beasts of the Jiuyi tribe fell, huge shouts of killing resounded through the sky, the merchant army made surging cries, and the dense spears were like a forest, which was the fearful look of the Jiuyi soldiers.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!
Compared with the Jiuyi soldiers who were fighting scatteredly, the eyes of the Dashang soldiers at this moment were filled with solid murderous intent. Their spiritual will and physical strength were melted into one, turning into strong and cold weapons of war, tirelessly devouring them.
Everything in front of you.
Huang Feihu, in particular, shoots out his spear like a dragon. With every shot, a brave warrior from the Wu clan falls down. The five-color sacred bull under his crotch keeps pushing towards the Nine Yi Clan Chang Yan with a wild attitude of stepping through the void.
"Arrogant! Die!"
Yan was furious, with a ferocious face, and led his own soldiers to meet him.
The Mengji beast is a powerful war beast. Bows and arrows are used by the Nine Yi tribe to intimidate Donglu, but it is not the only one. If you think that after defeating them, you can come and go freely and kill seven in and seven out of the Nine Yi formation.
, that’s too naive.
Ever since, the moment the two guards met, there was a boom, and a tornado seemed to rise from the ground, sweeping across all directions.
Blood splattered and life was lost rapidly.
"impossible!"
What Ling Yan couldn't accept was that the ones who died were mainly Wu soldiers from the Jiuyi tribe.
Both sides are warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles. The physical fitness of the Witch Clan is better than that of the Human Clan. How could they be massacred instead?
The next moment, he understood.
"land!"
Because the tip of Huang Feihu's spear glowed with yellow light.
The yellow light is like a mountain, thick and heavy, standing majestically.
Earth, water, wind, and fire are exactly the changes in military formations passed down by the Yellow Emperor, specifically used to deal with immortals, gods, and strange beasts that are beyond ordinary people.
Since at the end of the Battle of Zhulu, Xiandao refused to save the human army that was attacked by Feng Boyu Master, the Yellow Emperor was afraid of suffering this disaster again in the future, so he further studied the changes in the military formation.
This change is not in the original plot, but only a top general like Huang Feihu can bring it out.
This was the case at this time. Under his command, the extreme transition between the attack and defense of the five hundred guards was smooth without any sluggishness. The coordinated defense with concerted efforts and united will was even more impregnable without any flaws.
In comparison, the Wu warriors who were defeated by the Yellow Emperor's soldiers a thousand years ago are still toddlers in terms of cooperation.
Down.
"Xingtian Clan!"
Seeing that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, Yan took out another arrow from the quiver behind him, roared to the sky, and shot it out.
There was a loud sound like a mountain collapsing and the earth was cracking, several meters high, and the Xingtian Clan appeared like moving towers.
They jumped out directly and landed on the ground. The shock made everyone's eardrums burst, and even their vision began to blur. The giant ax slashed down, but the angle was not vertical, but sweeping.
Huang Feihu's pupils shrank, but he was already prepared: "It's the most powerful Xingtian clan in Jiuyi, using fishing nets!"
His personal guards immediately took out weapons specially designed to deal with the Xingtian clan, threw them into the air, and volleyed under the cover.
Xingtian was too large and had a strange structure, so it happened to be caught in the net. The sharp thorns on it penetrated into the flesh. Even if it was opened with a giant ax, there would be countless wounds, dripping with blood, making it even more ferocious.
"roar!!!"
They roared angrily, waved their axes and shields wildly, and charged forward.
Huang Feihu did not dare to attack directly, so he led his soldiers to start detours, using water formations to fight and retreat, constantly weakening the Xingtian clan's impact, hoping to contain the opponent's strong impact with bloodshed.
This indeed played a big role. When the Xingtian Clan fought, they did not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. Even the Wu Clan did not dare to approach, lest they be cut in half by the giant axe.
As a result, the Xingtian clan broke away from the Nine Barbarians army and turned into unstoppable arrows, attacking towards them.
"put!"
Huang Feihu shouted loudly and pointed at Xingtian.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Seeing the spears falling like rain, Xing Tian simply stopped blocking him and took the opportunity to sweep across with his giant axe, causing blood and flesh to fly wherever he passed.
A tragic war broke out that cost people their lives.
The number of the Xingtian clan was very small, only twenty were dispatched, but these twenty headless giants caused great harm to the Shang army.
In particular, Huang Feihu's personal guards also suffered heavy casualties, just to delay the enemy's progress.
Huang Feihu was furious. Facing Xing Tian who was rushing forward, the spear tip pierced with lightning, piercing all the joints of his hands and feet, and then the sharp edge flashed through and directly dismembered him.
Boom!
The Xingtian finally fell down, struggled for a while, and stopped moving.
Then the second head, and the third head!
"No!"
Yan Yan's eyes were about to burst.
The Xingtian clan's dispatch means that the Jiuyi clan is really using its full strength.
Because this ethnic group cannot reproduce, every one of them dies. This is the key to truly deterring Donglu and ensuring that the Nine Barbarians can survive in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
As long as there are a few casualties, it is an unbearable loss. We cannot continue like this!
"Curse witchcraft!"
The opponent's combat effectiveness was completely beyond his expectation, mainly due to Huang Feihu's commanding power, so he directly aimed at Huang Feihu, suddenly took out a figure, bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a mouthful of blood, and shouted: "Curse!"
This figure was made of straw and originally had no specific face. However, when Yan sprayed out his own essence and blood, the facial features of Huang Feihu that he wanted to curse appeared on it, and then he shot a black arrow, hitting Huang Feihu between the eyebrows.
Huang Feihu let out a cry, felt a splitting headache, his senses were dizzy, and he fell backwards.
Fortunately, the five-color sacred cow was psychic and hit his back, preventing Huang Feihu from falling. However, Yan had already bent his bow and arrow, resisting his physical weakness, and aimed at Huang Feihu.
Curse witchcraft is a technique that hurts both sides. Huang Feihu is physically strong and full of energy. Even though Yan, as a witch, is superior to him, the pain of the curse's counterattack also makes Yan's face pale and his strength is greatly reduced.
But there is no problem in killing Huang Feihu.
Under the pressure of the Xingtian Clan, Huang Feihu's personal guards were unable to take care of themselves. They were hit by cursed witchcraft and had no chance of survival.
Just as the general sighed silently and closed his eyes, a man with a huge shadow jumped out and blocked him.
The black bird's energy boiled in his body, blended into the long knife in his hand, and slashed towards Yan without saying a word.
Swish, swish, swish!
Yan recognized the real commander-in-chief of the Shang Army, the royal family protected by Huang Feihu. He originally looked down on such nobles, but at this moment, the sword light turned, and countless sword lights bloomed, stacked back and forth in the most compact way, intertwined and blended.
, merged into one.
"not good!"
Yan knew immediately that something was wrong, so he gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and met the incomparable light of the sword that was like mercury pouring down the ground.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
The swords and daggers intersected, and the harsh sound of gold and iron continued to sound. As the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Yan's lips, and his eyes showed horror.
He found that he had completely underestimated the terrifying power of this army. Not only the young Huang Feihu, but also the royal family had good combat effectiveness and terrible insight.
The other party's martial arts skills are actually nothing. Emperors of the Yin and Shang dynasties have records of expeditions. Naturally, they attach great importance to the training of their heirs. It is completely normal to develop a sword technique. Under normal circumstances, it is not as good as the Jiu who has experienced hundreds of battles and has been tempered thousands of times.
The leader of the Yi tribe.
The key is that at this time, he forcibly cursed Huang Feihu, so that his own strength was greatly reduced, and he was still entangled by the opponent. He did not use his strongest archery skills at all, but used his own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses, and used his tactical suppression to the fullest.
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"You forced me!"
With no other choice, Yan had no choice but to take out the last trump card, the piece of dead wood, the ancestral witch totem!
He bit the tip of his tongue again, spurted out a mouthful of essence and blood, and raised it high: "Sacrifice!"
Immediately, a surging force of energy and blood surged out of the totem and poured into the body.
Flame let out a pleasant moan.
At this rate, he will not only be able to recover from the injuries caused by the curse, but will also be ten times stronger than normal!
His disheveled hair rose, and his eyes burst out with a solid evil spirit: "Kill!"
"Your Highness, leave quickly!"
Huang Feihu was bleeding from all his orifices, and it was extremely sad, but his firm will to be loyal to the emperor and patriotic gave him the power to move and pounced on him.
Obviously, the enemy has acquired strange witchcraft and terrifying means that were never seen before. Not only does it want to protect His Highness's life, but it also wants to bring back this key information and invite Grand Master Wen Zhong, who has strange powers, to take action.
But the life-and-death blow that Huang Feihu expected did not come. Instead, Huang Shang, facing the terrifying power of the ancestral witch totem, still unswervingly slashed out the long knife in his hand.
From Huang Feihu's perspective, the great Shang royal family was galloping around, burning up the clouds with a single blow, shattering Muye's momentum, and stabbing at the enemy chief's throat.
During the whole process, the enemy chief looked on strangely, not even making any move to dodge or resist.
"What's going on?"
Huang Feihu was stunned, and then suddenly realized a problem, that is, Yan couldn't control this ancestral witch totem at all.
The instillation of power does not mean that the stronger the better, it also requires one's own control. The current leader of the Jiuyi clan has undoubtedly failed at this point.
His face was filled with confusion first, then anger, and finally endless reluctance. He roared in his heart: "High Priest...you betrayed...Jiuyi!"
The head flies up!
Show your head directly!
Under excited gazes, the eldest prince came to the body of the Jiuyi clan leader, raised his head high, and shouted: "The enemy chief is beheading!!!"