The arrows that could have penetrated armor fell to the ground, but no one was hurt.
The arrows that the world-famous Yue Changgong Camp was proud of were completely useless at this time!
This scene completely defeated the coalition army formation that was already on the verge of collapse. The formation that had been advancing suddenly became much more scattered.
Gao Tianci looked ferocious and shouted loudly in the rear army:
"Keep charging! Charge for me! Shoot again from the Longbow Battalion!"
However, the archers of the Longbow Battalion had not yet set their arrows, and there was another neat roar. At this time, the rear team of the Zhijun Guards, 20,000 people, stepped forward and fired again.
Iron pellets like a violent storm roared in instantly, wrapping up the coalition military formation again, and a miserable wailing sounded.
At this time, the coalition forces discovered that among the 100,000 guards who had entered the direct army, from the beginning to the end, only 40,000 front troops were engaging the enemy, and the 60,000 rear troops had not moved at all.
And now they are moving!
In the hands of these 60,000 elite soldiers, there is also a dark iron pipe. At this time, the distance between the two armies is relatively close, and there is no need to raise the iron pipe. Everyone just shoots horizontally in three stages.
The remaining coalition soldiers finally began to regret that they rushed too fast, because they found that the closer they were to the opponent, the stronger the power of those iron pills.
For those ordinary soldiers, they could not even see the shadow of the iron pill at all, and their bodies had already been pierced.
Moreover, it would be better if these iron pills were left in the body. If they were directly penetrated through the body, a bloody hole would be blown out of the breach!
This should not be called a battle between the two armies at all, but a naked massacre.
At this time, there were 100,000 people in the three battalions of the Heavy Shield Battalion, the Trap Camp, the Wei Boya Soldiers and the Longbow Battalion. Only less than 40,000 people were still fighting, and they were still charging forward.
It was just that they could reach the limit of a hundred steps in front of the guard's formation. More people fell in the distance between two hundred and five hundred steps, and the corpses piled up into a raised ridge. Horrible.
On the city wall, looking at the bloody battle below, Li Yun couldn't help but admire:
"This Zhen camp and Wei Boya's soldiers are worthy of being rare elites in the world. They are still brave and not afraid of death under such a military strength. It is really worthy of praise."
The hundreds of officials and the thousands of students and candidates who were also watching the battle were already speechless in shock at the bloody and tragic scene on the battlefield below the city. Now, upon hearing the emperor's words, they couldn't help but feel even more awe-struck in their hearts.
No matter how majestic and majestic the elite division was, in front of the bodyguard Shang Zhijun in the hands of the Holy Lord, they looked like local chickens and dogs.
Doesn't this mean that the elite soldiers trained by His Majesty himself are truly unparalleled in the world?
At the same time, as soon as the emperor finished speaking, the coalition vanguard army below, which had suffered 60% battle damage, finally collapsed completely.
There were more surviving soldiers in the Longbow Battalion. At this moment, they saw that the longbows in their hands had completely lost their power. Then they saw their comrades around them being knocked down by the strange projectiles amidst the roar. They couldn't help but let out shrill shouts and turned around one after another. Run back towards the main formation.
The remaining trapped camp and Wei Boya soldiers, under the cover of a group of remaining heavy shield soldiers, desperately recaptured the corpses of their two commanders, Shi Baosheng and Mu Chao, and then quickly retreated towards the main camp.
At this time, their retreat speed was even much faster than when they came, because behind them, the terrifying roar and iron rain were still roaring one after another.
Above the capital, seeing that these 100,000 elite soldiers were completely defeated in a single encounter, with countless casualties, but no one on their own side was injured, the morale of the soldiers defending the city was greatly boosted, and they cheered thunderously, shouting "Long Live the Mountain".
On the city wall, Zhao Rong, a former direct disciple of the Hengjiang Sect and now a member of the Jinyi Guard Hundreds, looked at the scene below, cheering and lamenting with sadness:
"The Holy Lord is really a master of enlightenment that is rare in a thousand years, a god descended from heaven... This new weapon and recruit are really terrifying. The most terrifying thing is that an ordinary person can kill a super-grade warrior with this weapon. The way of martial arts must be thorough. It has declined... This is the blessing of the world, but it is the sorrow of warriors like us..."
Just now he saw with his own eyes that the leader of the trapped camp was obviously an innate warrior, but he died on the battlefield after being bombarded in turn.
Even if they are bombarded in turn on top of the battle formation, it is really terrifying.
You must know that even if an ordinary person is extremely talented and has cultivated to the seventh level of mortal martial arts, he is already a first-class person. Many people may not reach the eighth or ninth level in their lifetime.
And looking at the power of the weapon, it is not difficult to kill the eighth and ninth grade. As for those below level 7, they can't resist the weapon at all.
Ordinary people can kill high-level warriors just by picking them up, so why bother practicing martial arts?
Hearing this, Miao Sheng, the former direct disciple of Tianzhu Sword Sect and current Jinyiwei Qianhu, who was also Zhao Rong's immediate boss, couldn't help but smile and said:
"That's wrong! What a fool you have understood. What the Holy One has brought us is the future of warriors like us! If you don't understand, just close your eyes and keep reading. Don't express your shallow and ignorant opinions casually."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted Zhao Rong on the head.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and had no choice but to continue reading along with Miao Sheng.
On the battlefield, tens of thousands of wounded soldiers wailed miserably and slowly struggled and shouted.
Those who can still move must crawl towards the formation with all their strength. Those who cannot move can only wait for death on the spot.
At this time, the largest number of survivors among the 100,000 vanguard soldiers was the 20,000 cavalry on the two wings. After only charging once, a small number were shot off their horses. The horses scattered and fled, but most of them survived.
There was still a thousand steps ahead of the main formation, and the remnant soldiers of the four battalions had already gathered together desperately, led by Gao Tianci, the only commander of the Longgong Battalion, towards the main formation.
Thinking about it, just now, they had boasted to the three Martial Saints who led the army, and even said that they would go to the city to capture the emperor alive, but at this time, only these defeated soldiers were left, and they were simply ashamed.
Gao Tianci shouted loudly from a distance:
"I report to the three Holy Lords that the evil methods used by the thieves under the pseudo-emperor Li Fan are strange and unpredictable. I waited for his instructions and returned in vain. I also ask the three Holy Lords to punish them!"
After he finished speaking, he immediately got off his horse, knelt on the ground, and did not dare to speak.
Just listen to Cui Shouxian's voice coming from the chariot, saying coldly:
"Didn't you say that you want to drink the blood of the false emperor? You were bled and you ran back? They are just some strange and skillful things, and they make you so embarrassed? What kind of elite soldiers are just a bunch of trash! They fell to me The allied forces have a great reputation and deserve to commit suicide by committing suicide!"
Gao Tianci was scolded so much that he did not dare to raise his head. He could only kowtow heavily but did not dare to say another word.
He had heard about the cruel methods of the three major martial arts holy places before.
Asking them to kill themselves to apologize is not just talk. If there are no other changes, the remaining tens of thousands of people may really commit suicide to apologize.
At this moment, another voice sounded from the chariot. It was Shaolin monk Shi Tian:
"Amitabha, God has the virtue of good life. Brother Cui, please calm down. The young monk observed that the weapons used by the thieves were only concealed weapons and powerful. Super-grade warriors can still resist. Why not let the super-grade generals in the army form a death squad and go there? Breaking the attack? With our million-strong coalition, it’s easy to select super-grade warriors to behead the traitorous generals.”
After hearing this, Cui Shouxian nodded and said:
"You three are lucky enough to have Master Shitian interceding for you. Get out of this formation! Mingwei, call all the top generals in the army to break the attack! Bring all the bearers here with you."
"Here!" A young warrior wearing heavy armor next to the chariot said with a cold face and cupped his fists.
While he was speaking, he had already jumped up, stepped onto a war horse, waved the long knife in his hand, and shouted:
"Come with me!"
They saw that the sixteen Houtian realm bearers who had been standing with their heads bowed next to the chariot all put on their battle armor, got on their horses, and followed Cui Mingwei with spears in their hands.
At the same time, as orders were passed down, among the battle formations of the thirty-sixth alliance, super-grade warriors and generals emerged from the crowd and gathered in front of the military formations.
Most of these super-grade warriors are generals among the elite soldiers of a certain group. They are at least acquired warriors, and there are not a few innate warriors. They are all originally arrogant people.
However, when facing people from the three major martial arts holy places, they were all respectful and did not dare to be arrogant at all.
Just because even acquired warriors are nothing more than sedan bearers in front of the martial saints of the three major martial arts holy places.
At the same time, eight innate warriors and six real warriors emerged from the palace-like chariot, also following Cui Mingwei.
These people are all attendants of the three Martial Saints.
These attendants and bearers alone were enough to sweep away the high-ranking generals of several feudal towns.
This is the foundation of the three major martial arts holy places!
At this time, Cui Mingwei rode up to the front of the formation, turned around and shouted loudly towards the coalition formation:
"Shichen! Daolin! Come out and fight!"
Everyone was stunned when they saw two exquisite carriages in the rear of the million-strong coalition army. The curtains of the carriages were opened, and two young monks and Taoists jumped out of them, stepping on the heads of the soldiers in the army formation. , Feiya seemed to come to the front of the formation.
The true energy of these two people surged out, even lifting their bodies slightly, as if gliding in the air, making everyone around them feel their true strength.
Master of transformation!
These are actually two young transformation masters!
Together with Cui Mingwei, there are already three transformation masters.
The monk had a face like a jade, put his hands together, held a rosary, looked at the bloody battlefield in front of him, lowered his eyes and said:
"Amitabha, this false emperor Li Yun is actually the reincarnation of Shura, and he actually committed such a murderous crime."
The young Taoist Daolin was disheveled and looked very slovenly. He picked his ears, yawned, and said impatiently:
"That's a lot of nonsense. Get on your horse and kill people, but the Taoist still has to sleep."
As he said that, he got on his horse, holding a hundred-forged steel sword in his hand, tilting his head and looking at the guards in front of him in the Zhijun formation.
At this time, the coalition side already had three transformation masters as leaders, and gathered nearly a hundred acquired warriors, dozens of innate warriors, and six real warriors, totaling more than a hundred super-grade warriors!
Seeing this scene, the morale of the millions of soldiers of the coalition was once again boosted, and the previous decline was wiped out.
Cui Mingwei said solemnly:
"Behead the generals first in the formation. You are all superb warriors. No need to say more. Come on."
With that said, he led a group of super-grade warriors, like sharp knives, with a heavy shield in each hand, and headed towards the military formation of the Guards Shangzhi Army.
In front of super-grade warriors like them, especially the transformation master who was the first to break the formation, the hidden weapon in the hand of the false emperor Li Yun had no meaning at all!
In fact, if you can capture the opponent's hidden weapon, you might gain something else.
The war drums beat again, followed by the sound of horns, and more than a hundred cavalry rushed into the formation. Under the leadership of three transformation masters, they looked even more powerful than the previous 100,000-strong army formation!
At the same time, a small group of cavalry, approximately 2,000 people, came out to meet the more than 100 cavalrymen in the formation of the Zhizhi Army.
(End of chapter)
