"Front Arrow Formation!"
The war clouds above Zhao Jun suddenly condensed into the shape of a sword blade, and then stabbed fiercely towards the He Zong Legion. Yan Zhou rushed at the front, swiping his spear and stabbing towards Lord He Zong.
"Die, General Zhao!" He Zongjun stared at Yan Zhou fiercely, swept the spear aside with a strong wave, and slammed the mace in his hand towards Yan Zhou.
Yan Zhou quickly blocked the spear in front of him, and with a sound of "Boom!", Yan Zhou stepped back.
"This guy is so strong!" Yan Zhou took six or seven steps back before releasing his strength. His arms were a little numb and he glanced at He Zongjun fearfully. He had only seen this kind of power in Zhu Hai and Yan Xiong, not even Ben.
Although the three of them are all claimed to have innate divine power, it is obvious that there is a big gap between them.
"Charge! Kill!"
At this time, shouts of killing came from both sides of He Zong. Lejian and Le Tao were on the left and right, like sharp daggers, piercing He Zong's body fiercely, and the wounds were expanding rapidly.
He Zongjun was shocked and quickly sent his men to rescue on both sides.
Yan Zhou seized the opportunity and launched a charge against He Zong. He Zong, who was still resisting tenaciously, was instantly at a disadvantage. Except for He Zongjun's headquarters, which could barely resist, the armies on both sides encountered the Zhao army, just like white snow touching a red-hot iron, and continued to retreat.
Most of the soldiers of Hezong did not even have complete weapons, either holding bone clubs or wooden clubs, and their arrowheads were also made of bone. They could not even shoot through Zhao Jun's armor. They were wearing animal skins, and a few were bare-chested.
Only the more than a thousand people in He Zongjun's headquarters were armed with bronze weapons and wore leather armor.
"This group of He Zong clan are not even as good as the Donghu people!" Lejian said loudly, rushing to the front, with the long knife flying in his hand. Wherever he passed, the He Zong clan fell down like wheat. After a while, he was beaten. Everything is in disarray.
Even with the blessing of He Zongjun's talent, he could not turn the situation around in the face of absolute strength.
"Not even as good as Donghu? Are you going to try to beat Mr. He Zong?" Yan Zhou cursed, and at the same time kept dodging Mr. He Zong's mace. This guy's strength is so terrifying that his arm will be numb for a long time if he touches it. Yan Zhou Zhou didn't dare to confront him head-on, so he could only rely on his personal guards to resist.
"General, wait a moment. I'll clean up the others first. When there's only He Zongjun left, no matter how powerful he is, he won't be able to jump." Le Jian and Yan Zhou are good at defense and Yi Yi is good at attacking. They have a good relationship. Since Yan Zhou still has With his mind teasing, Le Jian stopped worrying and decided to defeat He Zongjun first.
Seeing the rapid defeat of his subordinates, He Zongjun was very anxious. He pointed his mace at Yan Zhou and said loudly, "General Zhao, do you dare to fight alone?"
"What era are you in? Still fighting? Are you living in the ancient times? I have a mental problem and that's why I challenged you." Yan Zhou cursed.
"Yeah, yeah!" He Zongjun's face turned red with anger, and he rushed towards Yan Zhou regardless.
"Rong Di is Rong Di, and he still imitates others in a one-on-one fight." Yan Zhou sneered, and at the same time, he retreated without leaving a trace, letting Lord He Zong break away from his clan members.
"Cum for me!" Yan Zhou shouted sternly when he saw that the distance was almost there.
"Swish swish!"
At such a close distance, there was no need to aim, all the crossbow arrows were fired towards Mr. He Zong.
"Ah!" He Zongjun was furious, and his momentum continued to surge, spinning around his body, forming a tornado in the opposite direction, deflecting all the crossbow arrows directed at him, and the mace swept across, like Mount Tai falling from the sky, knocking ten Several soldiers from Zhao were smashed into a pulp.
"Poof!" Yan Zhou flew backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and he said in disbelief, "This guy's power... is too terrifying!"
"Unlike the Central Plains, Rong Di is still reasonable. Whoever has the bigger fist in Rong Di is the last word. No matter how much you say, it is better to have a fight, and then talk about other things after the fight. Therefore, the monarch is generally the one with the strongest force, or the most powerful person. One of the strong ones." Le Yi came over from behind and said with a smile.
China relied on large armies to conquer the barbarians, not single combat. In terms of personal force, everyone has two shoulders to fight against one head, and there is no qualitative difference.
Behind Le Yi is the 10,000 Shooting Battalion, which is also Le Yi's direct legion. Although it has been established for a short time and has not been fully integrated, after all, it is 10,000 people selected from the entire Zhao Kingdom. Each of them has experienced After hundreds of battles, his strength is not inferior to that of super elites.
He Zongjun looked at Le Yi and intuitively told him that this person was the coach of this Zhao army.
"Are you dueling?" He Zongjun pointed at Le Yi and said.
Le Yi was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile, "I'm too old to fight alone."
He Zongjun was stunned and didn't know how to answer. In Rongdi, few people would refuse to challenge one on one, even if they knew they couldn't beat them, they would still choose to fight hard.
As a result, when I met two Zhao people, they didn't challenge each other.
"Get ready!" Le Yi raised his right hand. At the same time, all the soldiers in the Shesheng Battalion behind him subconsciously raised their crossbows, and a layer of blue-silver light covered the arrowheads.
"Accurate!" Yan Zhou applied his talents to the shooting camp.
"Mom, you lied to me." He Zongjun cursed.
Le Yi looked calm and slowly uttered one word.
"shoot!"
Following Le Yi's order, countless crossbow arrows flew out, drawing beautiful arcs in the sky and hitting the He Zong army like raindrops.
"Puff puff!"
A series of armor-piercing sounds sounded, and with the blessing of Yan Zhou's talent, all the crossbow arrows accurately pierced into He Zong's chest, head, and arms...
Between the mountains, corpses lay everywhere, blood flowed into rivers, and a strong smell of blood quickly spread.
Everyone was stunned, including the Shesheng camp. This was their first time taking out the crossbow. No one expected such a result.
Yan Zhou's eyes widened and he looked at the scene in front of him in horror. Just after a hail of arrows, at least one-tenth of the He Zong clan's army fell, and many people were injured.
In other words, the Shesheng Battalion only needed ten rounds of arrow rain to wipe out the seemingly massive He Zong clan's legion.
This is because Yan Zhou's talent can only target the He Zong army, but cannot target everyone, otherwise...
"What is the talent of the Shooting Camp?" Yan Zhou swallowed, his voice a little hoarse.
"Penetrate and not be locked." Le Yi did not hide it from Yan Zhou.
"Not locked?" Yan Zhou was a little confused. Penetration was easy to understand. Almost all crossbow regiments have this talent. This talent can greatly increase the lethality of crossbows.
But not locked out?
"To prevent being targeted by the enemy, the crossbow corps has poor melee combat capabilities. Once targeted by the enemy, it is easy to suffer heavy losses, so I trained this talent." Le Yi said.
"And the legion's talents are locked?" Yan Zhou asked curiously.
"Yes, the martial arts warriors of Qi State have a talent for locking." Le Yi said. He trained this talent back then specifically to deal with the martial arts warriors of Qi State. Later, he felt that it was indeed of some use, so he shot it again. I made one. "But now the martial arts warrior is useless and his talent is not complete."
"That's it." Yan Zhou nodded. When he attacked Qi, the martial arts warriors were already useless, and he didn't meet any martial arts warriors.
