The weak smile on Lian Po's face looked like a mockery to Dadang.
The speed of the Xuanjia Army was very slow. They thrust their shields forward, slashed with their sabers, then took a step forward, and then thrust, slashed, and stepped forward.
Everyone's steps were consistent and uniform, and the grooves between the shields were inlaid together to form a whole. There is still a certain gap on the shield, which is the space for the sword to move.
Although the killing speed of this method is a little slower, the victory lies in stability, and it will be a matter of time to defeat the enemy.
When the Disaster Legion's first charge failed to defeat the Xuanjia Army's formation, it meant that it would never be defeated again. The first charge is when the force is at its strongest and the momentum is at its highest, and with each subsequent charge, the momentum will weaken until it can no longer organize an effective attack.
Lian Po easily caught Dadang's attack. His strength was already superior to Dadang, and his aura was integrated with the six thousand Xuanjia troops behind him. Every attack from Dadang was equivalent to facing the entire Xuanjia army. military. No matter how powerful one person is, he cannot surpass the entire army.
The restraint of cavalry over infantry is completely reversed here.
"Ding!" With a loud noise, Lian Po's shield knocked him away again, and his sword slashed out five rays, which landed in five different places.
As a result, Dadang had five more wounds on his body.
"What's your name?" Dadang got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at Lian Po, and asked in a deep voice.
"Lian Po." Lian Po said.
"Lian Po, I remember. Remember my name on the road to hell, Dadang!" Dadang looked up to the sky and roared, his body soared to more than ten feet high, and streams of black inner energy burst out from his body, matching the strength of the entire legion. The war clouds formed into a large sword that was more than a hundred meters long. The pattern on the sword was clearly visible, and it slashed hard towards Lian Po's head.
There was no panic on Lian Po's face. He calmly threw the shield in his hand into the sky. The shield landed on the city's war clouds. The city's war clouds shook violently and gradually turned from illusory to solid, like a real building. The city stands tall in the sky.
Figures holding shields appeared above the city. Looking carefully, these figures were clearly soldiers of the Xuanjia Army.
"Boom!" The world-destroying sword suddenly fell on top of the city. A huge explosion sounded. The city shook three times and blocked the attack. The terrifying energy storm formed a fierce hurricane and swept towards the surrounding areas. Go, the mountains in the distance suddenly collapse.
Da Dang was hit hard, vomiting blood, and his body flew backwards. His size was like a burst balloon, shrinking rapidly until he returned to his normal size.
Lian Po also turned pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that it was not easy for him to receive this attack just now.
"Kunlun God, why don't you take action to punish the enemy? Do you want to watch your descendants left on the grassland being slaughtered by the enemy?" Dadang looked at the almost transparent Kunlun God in the sky with his eyes blank, and said sadly said.
God Kunlun remained silent.
"Chief, let's retreat," one of the guards said.
"Yes, leader, let's withdraw, or go fight other Zhao troops." Other guards also agreed. They really don't want to face these unbreakable turtle shells.
"Retreat!" Looking at the slowly approaching Xuanjia Army, Dadang gritted his teeth and said, picked up an ownerless war horse, got on his horse, and led the Disaster Army to escape towards the rear.
At this time, the Xuanjia Army's biggest shortcoming was exposed - short legs. No one is afraid of a frontal attack, but when the enemy flees, it will be difficult to stay. Even if Lian Po increased his speed to the extreme, only more than a hundred enemies were left behind.
Just when Lian Po was about to give up, a golden-red army appeared on the battlefield and attacked the Disaster Legion from the right.
"Die all of them." Ben cut a hundred-man general in half with one sword, and three thousand personal guards filed in behind him, instantly tearing the Disaster Legion into pieces.
Having only been able to watch others fight for such a long time, they had long been suffocating in their hearts, but as Zhao Kuo's personal guards, they could only stay by Zhao Kuo's side. Now that they finally had a chance to kill the enemy, they couldn't vent their anger. How.
The Disaster Legion was worthy of being the Huns' legion second only to the King's Cavalry. Within a few breaths, they reacted and began to counterattack. Ben suddenly felt a cold aura coming towards him.
"You still dare to resist? Then let you feel what the strength of the military soul army is." Ben said coldly, directly opening the military soul of the personal guards to the extreme, and a terrifying aura emerged from the personal guards, all of them People's auras are rising steadily. Many people's auras have directly reached the Gangyuan realm, and the strength of the personal guards who were originally in the Gangyuan realm has directly reached the peak of the Gangyuan realm.
The strength of the Guards is somewhat different from that of other military spirit corps. The Guards exist to protect the monarch. When the monarch is around, the guards can gain the monarch's blessing and become very powerful.
When the monarch is absent, the guards cannot receive blessings and their strength will weaken. But no matter how weak he is, he will not fall down to the level of the Army Soul Legion.
The degree of blessing depends on the degree of recognition of the monarch by the guards.
The higher the recognition, the higher the proportion of blessings. The lower the recognition, the lower the proportion of blessings.
Needless to say how much the Guards recognized Zhao Kuo, they dared to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire.
The war horses neighed, and then the entire legion rushed towards the Legion of Disaster.
The power of the golden-red military soul instantly dispelled the intimidating effect of the Disaster Legion. The sword was swung. With the absolute strength, the Disaster Legion had no power to resist. The prodigious combat power of the Guards is enough to kill all enemies, not to mention that the Disaster Legion is not even a Soul Legion.
"Military Soul Legion! Zhao State has a second Military Soul Legion!" Dadang and Gu Tu exclaimed at the same time. According to their understanding, the Zhao State has only had one military soul army, Zhao Feiqi, from the beginning to the end. This is also their confidence to compete with the Zhao army.
The army of military souls is getting stronger, and it is difficult for a single force to support them. As long as they use the tactics of a sea of people, they may not be able to destroy them.
But now there is not only an organic crossbowman, an organic sword and shield soldier, but also a military spirit army.
An emotion called fear emerged in the hearts of the two people: the Huns had lost, unless the Kunlun God could appear again.
Gu Tu looked at the Kunlun God in the sky and gave up this ridiculous idea.
"Instruct the King of the Huns to withdraw immediately." At the critical moment, Gu Tu naturally chose to preserve his own strength, and then ordered the legions of other tribes to withdraw one after another.
"Chanyu, where are the Donghu Army and the Rong Di?" Yin Fa asked.
"Let them stay and help us block Zhao Jun, otherwise it will be difficult for us to withdraw safely." Gu Tu said indifferently, not caring about the lives and deaths of these people at all.
"I'm afraid Donghu will be offended by doing this." Yin Fa said.
"Have we Huns done too many things to offend Donghu in recent years? After this battle, our Xiongnu strength has been greatly reduced. How can we gain a foothold on the grassland without weakening Donghu's strength." Gu Tu said in a deep voice.
