"Thank you, senior, for your help!"
When Chu Shen and others came closer, Chen Bozong did not dare to neglect, and led many Zhou warriors to respectfully salute Chu Shen and others. Although he was the general of Zhennan in the Great Zhou Dynasty, he was a powerful man, regardless of his status. above him.
What's more, there is a more mysterious and terrifying Chu Shen!
"Sir, this is General Chen Bozong, General Chen of Zhennan of the Great Zhou Dynasty."
Wei Cheng on the side quickly came to Chu Shen and introduced him to Chu Shen.
After dismounting, Chu Shen nodded slightly, waved his sleeves, and a force surged up, lifting Chen Bozong and others up. Feeling the vastness of this force, Chen Bozong and others became trembling, and their attitudes became more respectful.
"senior…!"
Chen Bozong glanced at the many tantric masters gathered in fear not far away. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by Zhang Daoyi's movement.
I saw that Zhang Dao grabbed a big hand, and the majestic internal force like the vast sea surged out, transforming into a giant hand that covered the sky and the sun, and directly captured the group of tantric masters. The power revealed directly killed them. Abolish.
As soon as Zhang Daoyi threw it away, the group of Tantric masters lay on the ground like dead dogs and were tied up by the swarming Zhou soldiers.
Seeing this, Chen Bozong respectfully thanked Zhang Dao, and then led Chu Shen and his party into the city.
Compared with Yuncheng, this more glorious Chenliu County City appears to be very depressed due to the war. There is a tense atmosphere in the city. Everyone has a solemn expression and is always on guard against their surroundings.
"Senior, should we go to Fucheng, or...?"
"Go directly to the front line."
Chu Shen waved his hand and spoke bluntly.
He came here to resolve the war and to show himself as a saint and to recruit followers, not to be a master.
Compared to the empty-headed politeness and even flattery, he prefers to collect the power of faith.
Chen Bozong responded respectfully and led Chu Shen and his party through the streets to the city wall where the main battlefield was located.
While leading Chu Shen and others forward, he motioned with his eyes to the guards beside him to go first, and notified the coach Ye Xiao. The guards who received the order did not dare to neglect, separated from the others, and moved forward faster.
"Boom...!"
At the same time, the fighting at the main city gate continued, and even became more intense.
The originally thick and majestic city wall was already pitted and filled with gunpowder smoke. The bloodstains stained the city wall red. Thick enemy troops climbed up the city wall one after another. The Zhou soldiers on the wall resisted without fear of life and death.
Looking around, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, which is nothing more than hell on earth.
In the center of the city wall, Ye Xiao and other high-level generals were always as steady as a rock. If it weren't for the calm command of Ye Xiao, the god of war in the army, I am afraid that the Chenliu County City would have been captured by the anti-king.
"Your Majesty, we can't go on like this."
"There are too many casualties."
In front of the carriage, a burly general faced Chen Lin and spoke anxiously.
Since the war started, it has only been a short one or two hours, but the casualties on both sides have reached one hundred thousand. No matter how rich the family is, they cannot bear such losses.
What's more, although Chen Lin was prepared, in terms of family wealth, it was impossible to compare with the entire Great Zhou Dynasty.
In other words, the Great Zhou Dynasty still had to guard against neighboring countries and suppress all parts of the country. Otherwise, if all the troops were concentrated, no matter how ambitious Chen Lin was, he would not dare to have the slightest idea of rebellion.
Once Da Zhou launches a desperate attack, even the Northern Barbarian Emperor will break out in a cold sweat.
"Let the ghost-backed warriors attack."
Chen Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and ordered in a deep voice.
At this point, there is no point in hiding it anymore.
Today, Chenliu County City must be captured no matter what, otherwise, morale will be lost, and it will be almost impossible to capture Chenliu County City again.
The army of ghost-backed warriors was one of Chen Lin's trump cards. It was an elite army he secretly spent all his money to build to rival the Shenwu Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
As an army personally built by Ye Xiao, the God of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty, although the Shenwu Army has a small number of people, its prestige on the battlefield is like the army of ghosts and gods, enough to scare any enemy.
From the first moment he saw the Shenwu Army, Chen Lin secretly swore that one day he would have such an army. Therefore, after feeling rebellious, he devoted everything he had to creating the Ghost Back Rikishi.
There are a total of 10,000 ghost-backed warriors, each of whom has reached the sixth level of martial arts or above. They wear heavy armor and are commanded by Chen Lin's sworn brother, Lin Hong, who has reached the late stage of martial arts.
Even though the ghost-backed warriors have never experienced a real war, Chen Lin still has strong confidence in the ghost-backed warriors.
"tread…!"
Following Chen Lin's order, tens of thousands of ghost-backed warriors, led by Lin Hong, made their debut.
Wearing heavy black armor and wearing masks with ghost faces, they were like a torrent of black steel. They were so majestic that just one glance was enough to make people tremble.
"attack!"
Lin Hong, who was wearing silver-white battle armor and standing tall, pointed his spear, and immediately charged forward. The majestic Martial Saint momentum came out like an overwhelming mountain. The ghost-backed warrior behind him was silent and quiet the whole time. The ground followed Lin Hong and rushed forward.
There seem to be only ten thousand people, but the deterrence they bring is more terrifying than an army of one hundred thousand.
"Where is the Shenwu Army?"
On the city wall, Ye Xiao's eyes flashed and he shouted loudly.
Even if the same number of armies fight, he and even the Shenwu Army are not afraid of any army.
"exist!"
In an instant, loud shouts resounded through the sky, and soldiers wearing dark gold armor, led by a burly man holding two hammers, came to Ye Xiao.
Wherever they passed, the surrounding Zhou soldiers gave way and looked at the majestic Shenwu Army with reverence.
"kill!"
Glancing at the many divine warriors, Ye Xiao pointed at the ghost-backed warriors who were charging forward and shouted sharply.
"war!"
In an instant, one by one, the Shenwu Army, led by the burly man holding a pair of hammers, jumped off the city wall. Even though there were countless enemy troops under the city wall, they were still unafraid.
Some enemy soldiers who were short-sighted rushed up and were crushed and killed by them in an instant. Ordinary enemy soldiers were no match for them.
Soon, the eight thousand Shenwu Army adjusted their formation and rushed towards the Onibei Rikishi uniformly. Along the way, ordinary enemy soldiers were strangled by them, and the whole world seemed to be raining blood.
"boom…!"
In front of everyone's eyes, eight thousand divine warriors and ten thousand ghost-backed warriors collided together. The terrifying power impact swept across like a stormy sea, throwing away the surrounding rebels who were unable to dodge.
From a distance, these two elite armies looked like two ancient behemoths. Every time they collided, there would be an astonishing impact. The battlefield they were on was inaccessible to ordinary people.
The most eye-catching one is naturally the battle between the burly man holding two hammers and the ghost-backed warrior commander Lin Hong.
This burly man was picked up by Ye Xiao in a war. He has followed Ye Xiao since he was a child and was personally taught by Ye Xiao. Although his martial arts cultivation is only in the middle stage of the Martial Saint, his strength is no better than that of any late stage Martial Saint. weak.
