"How many broken spirit arrows do we have left?"
In the main camp of Fulong Army, Gong Jiuxiao frowned and looked livid as he asked the deputy general beside him.
"Four, more than four hundred." The deputy general hesitated, looking ashamed.
Gong Jiuxiao raised his right palm into the air and smashed it against the wooden table in front of him.
However, the palm movement stopped abruptly midway.
"Why!"
Looking at the only table left in the army, Gong Jiuxiao was stunned for a long time. Finally, he sighed and slowly lowered his right hand.
"More than four hundred spirit-breaking arrows are not enough to load a chariot." He said weakly, "So many spirit-breaking chariots have been built with so much hard work, and they are completely useless."
"There is no need to worry, Commander." The lieutenant general consoled him, "Even without the Soul-breaking Chariot, our military strength is far superior to that of the opponent. Victory in this battle will only happen sooner or later."
"I hope so." Gong Jiuxiao rubbed his eyes and said with a headache, "Ever since the Poling Arrow workshop was attacked, one unsatisfactory thing has happened one after another. Now that Old Man Xue has a supply team, I'm afraid there will be another I can survive for a long time, I hope nothing happens again."
As he spoke, his expression suddenly froze, and he murmured: "Broken Spirit Arrow... workshop... supply team..."
After a long time, he slammed the table and shouted: "What kind of supply team is this? They are clearly the group that attacked the workshop and want to transport the stolen spirit-breaking arrows back to the Daqian military camp!"
After all, the last table in the entire Fulong army failed to escape Marshal Gong's "table-shattering palm" and was smashed into pieces, with pieces of wood flying.
"Commander, if that's the case, Old Man Xue also has a large number of broken spirit arrows!" The deputy general was surprised when he heard this.
"Hurry, let Venerable Ximen come back!" Gong Jiuxiao seemed to have thought of something, his face changed drastically, and he shouted loudly.
…
Why can't I sense it?
Seeing the "tank" hiding at the corner of the cliff, Ximen Wangyue first had this thought in his mind.
His eyes swept over the soldiers above the chariot, and pieces of black soft armor came into view.
Spirit-binding armor!
It turns out that this boy is not stupid, I am the fool!
Ximen Wangyue suddenly realized that the strategy used by Gong Jiuxiao to plot against Xing Potian and others had been learned by the enemy and used against him.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Before he could react, five "tanks" launched at the same time, and more than two thousand spirit-breaking arrows created a white rain of arrows in the air. They were densely packed and overwhelming, completely covering a few feet around him.
The arrows were so fast and powerful that they far exceeded the "Spirit-Breaking Chariot" possessed by Fulong's army. Ximen Wangyue was unable to dodge at all. He just stretched out his sword and managed to knock away a few soul-breaking arrows before being beaten by the rest. Several arrows penetrated the body, and the spiritual power in the body was blocked, and the ability to resist was instantly lost.
"boom!"
Almost at the same time, the "Divine Cannons" above the five chariots roared in unison, and several dazzling beams of light spurted out from the metal nozzles and shot towards Ximen Wangyue.
This worldly reward comes so quickly!
Ximen Wangyue, who was hit by several arrows, could no longer dodge and was easily swallowed up by the strong light. Several dazzling rays of light converged into a huge light group in the air. It was clearly still daytime, but it emitted a dazzling light that was even more dazzling than the sun.
Accompanied by a loud noise that shook the earth, the super light group formed by the convergence of five strong lights finally exploded. The overly powerful spiritual power cyclone spread in all directions, and the soldiers directly below felt a powerful force. The spiritual power descended from the top of his head, as if it was crushing his body, making it difficult to even breathe smoothly.
When the strong light dissipated, Ximen Wangyue, who was originally standing in the sky, had long been shattered into pieces, with not even a piece of his clothes left.
The majestic "Sword God" died here without any reason.
It hurts a little. It seems I will have to draw a few more spiritual lines when I go back!
Zhong Wen got up, spit out the prop "blood bag" from his mouth, stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, because he was afraid of pain, he planned to go back and add all his skill points to defense.
One day later, the spirit-breaking arrows stored by Fulong's army were finally officially exhausted.
…
"Is this the end?" Xiao Wuhen looked at the Jialing Pass gate that had been breached by the Midnight Army and sighed helplessly.
In just a few days, from the failure of the attack on Lancheng to the counterattack by the Midnight Army, and finally unable to hold the Jialing Pass they originally occupied, Xiao Wuhen felt like he had a nightmare from which he could not wake up.
Every one of his strategies will be keenly perceived by Zeng Rui and then resolved easily.
On the contrary, Zeng Rui's way of using troops is like a horse flying in the sky, like an antelope hanging its horns. There is no trace to follow, but it can always hit his own weak spot.
After fighting like this for several days, the Midnight Army lost no more than a thousand men, but Xiao Wuhen's army had dropped by fifty thousand, and the battle loss ratio reached a terrifying one to fifty.
"I really underestimated the world's heroes." Xiao Wuhen sighed, "Zeng Rui is a real hero! I am not as good as him."
"General, the city gate has been breached, what should we do?" Deputy General Xiao Yan couldn't help but ask.
"Withdraw!" Xiao Wuhen said weakly, "Let's make peace with Gong Jiuxiao first, and then make any arguments."
The Xiao family's army had strict discipline and enforced strict orders. As Xiao Wuhen gave the order, the army began to retreat in an orderly manner. Although they were defeated, they did not show any panic at all.
"This Xiao Wuhen has a good army." Zeng Rui touched his chin and chuckled, "Without Miss Ling'er's help, it would be really not easy to defeat him."
"General, you are so flattering." Nangong Ling smiled slightly, looking charming.
"Don't you plan to continue the pursuit?" General Zeng Rui asked, "Xiao Wuhen is a tiger general in the world. If he lets the tiger return to the mountain, I'm afraid there will be endless troubles."
"Xiao Wuhen surrendered to the Fulong Empire as a general, but he did not make any achievements in this border war. If he goes to the Fulong Empire, he will definitely encounter difficulties from all sides." Nangong Lingmei's eyes shone with a smart light, "With him His arrogant character will never be willing to be bullied by others, and he will definitely cause a bloody storm, so sparing him alive may not be a bad thing for the Daqian Empire."
"Fortunately, Miss Ling'er is on Daqian's side." General Zeng Rui looked at Nangong Ling's beautiful face and faint smile, and there was a faint sense of fear in his heart. "Otherwise, I would rather fight with the boss Lingzun than Be your enemy."
"The general is joking." Nangong Ling responded, but his eyes were already looking into the distance.
There, it was in the direction of Liang Ping Pass.
…
Seeing the five figures above Liang Pingguan, Gong Jiuxiao's heart instantly sank to the bottom.
In addition to Lin Zhiyun and Shangguan Junyi, two charming and charming beauties, Xing Potian and Xie Tianshu, who were seriously injured, were also among them. Looking from a distance, they looked rosy and looked as usual. They were not seriously injured. Incurable appearance.
Next to the four spiritual masters, Zhong Wen was dressed in coarse white clothes, sitting on the back of the bald eagle, his expression indifferent, neither happy nor sad.
He didn't want to be in the limelight, but unexpectedly, under the publicity of his number one fan Chen Youliang, the wonderful deeds of "Zhong Shen Xian can defeat ten thousand" had already spread throughout the entire military camp, and combined with the original "immortal legends", It made his reputation unparalleled for a while, reaching a terrifying height, completely overshadowing General Xue and several spiritual masters.
According to the standards of his previous life, he should be considered half a traffic star.
Unable to withstand the enthusiastic voices of the masses, General Xue finally had to arrange for him to appear next to Lin Zhiyun and others as a "god" to inspire military morale.
Sure enough, the moment Zhong Wen took off, a roar of applause like a roaring tsunami rang out from the military formation below. The morale was so high that General Xue was secretly speechless and frightened.
Five spiritual masters!
As the only remaining spirit master in Fulong's army, Gong Jiuxiao is very self-aware and knows that it is impossible to defeat one against five, not to mention that the situation has reversed. Now that his side has exhausted the spirit-breaking arrows, the opponent has instead Got this big killer weapon.
He clearly realized that there was no point in continuing this battle.
"Withdraw!"
At the beginning, he claimed to have a million troops and crossed the prairie eastward, vowing to conquer Xiqi Province and even break through the capital of Daqian. How high-spirited he was. Now he still has nearly 400,000 elite troops under his command, but they are about to be defeated by Xue Dingxi's tens of thousands of troops. Forced to retreat, the depression in my heart is truly indescribable.
"kill!"
Waves of cheering sounds of spiritual drums sounded in the Daqian army, and five figures in the air moved with the sound of the drums, running towards Fulong's army as fast as lightning.
Without the constraints of broken spirit arrows, Lin Zhiyun, Shangguan Junyi and others were like dragons entering the sea and tigers entering the flock. A shower of golden arrows and dozens of terrifying spiritual vortexes appeared in the Fulong army at the same time, harvesting wildly. With the lives of Fulong soldiers.
Under the terrifying pressure of the Lingzun boss, ordinary soldiers could not resist at all. They were either directly killed by the light of the sword, or were sucked into the vortex and crushed into pieces. For a while, the whole field was wailed and blood flowed into rivers.
The one-sided situation once again proved to the world the terrifying power of the Spirit Master as a strategic weapon.
Once the cultivation level reaches the level of the Spirit Lord, the human sea tactics will no longer have any meaning. Only the Spirit Lord can fight against the Spirit Lord.
Is this war?
Zhong Wen looked at the fallen Fulong soldiers below, and a sudden realization came to him that life was so fragile.
The lively life that was full of life one moment, laughing and scolding may turn into a cold corpse in the next moment, never laughing, crying, or breathing again.
So many precious lives are buried here just to satisfy the greed and desire for power of a small group of people. It's really boring!
Suddenly a feeling of boredom arose in his heart, and he stopped taking action. He just stared blankly at the other spiritual masters slaughtering the Fulong soldiers wantonly. Gradually, a trace of exhaustion flashed through his eyes.
At this moment, Zhong Wen suddenly missed the peaceful and beautiful time on Qingfeng Mountain.
In the late summer and early autumn of the year 296 of Xingling, the Fulong Empire and the Daqian rebel general Xiao Wuhen divided their forces into three groups to attack Xiqi Province, and returned with a huge defeat. The most severe damage was suffered by the commander Gong Jiuxiao, with an army of 600,000. They were killed and their armor was thrown away. Most of them were killed or injured. Only more than 200,000 soldiers survived.
If Xiao Wuhen's 150,000 troops hadn't arrived in time, even the commander Gong Jiuxiao would have almost died at the hands of the spiritual masters of Daqian.
After this battle, the Fulong Empire's strength was greatly damaged, and it had to recuperate for a long period of time to stop fighting. The two countries once again entered a long period of peace.
