Shui Ruo led the army on an expedition, and Yang Fan was free and easy. When he wasn't practicing, he took the two girls around. He had nothing to do and didn't worry about the soul chasing people on the front line. In fact, Yang Fan knew in his heart that as long as Tianhun's group
Pigs have not found their way here. Zhuihun and others are safe and even invincible on the battlefield.
In fact, Yang Fan doesn't know. In the empire, there are very few masters above the ninth level or they are unwilling to participate in the war. Unless they are generals of all parties, most of them belong to private organizations such as mercenaries, magic guilds, etc. Because that can
To obtain higher personal interests, few countries are willing to pay large sums of money to hire ninth-level masters and above to participate in the war. Only when the country is really at risk of survival will ninth-level masters participate in the war.
The feeling of chasing ghosts in the canyon is thrilling. Two smooth cliffs left an open space under the sky. It is more accurate to say that it is an open space than a small plain. Millions of people fighting will not feel crowded at all, and
This capacity just gives the Gulan Empire the best natural help, which completely limits the number of troops on both sides.
The four walls are as sharp as a knife and there is no place to start. Moreover, there are Gulan troops stationed on the top of the mountain. The pass is so narrow that if the Gulan army is defeated, they can immediately retreat to the pass. It is a natural terrain that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. No wonder Gulan Ba
More than 100,000 troops can resist the more than 6 million troops of the two empires for decades.
The accurate and fast intelligence provided in advance gave Shui Ruo an advantage. She had enough time to recuperate, enough time to form battle formations of various arms, and even time to go to the top of the mountain to inspect the enemy's movements.
For Shui Ruo, Shui Ruo could walk a full circle with his eyes closed on the battlefield that he had been fighting for more than ten years, but for the soul-chasing team, it was a completely unfamiliar and large battlefield where they could not even find a big bunker.
Zhuihun looked a little anxious. If Yang Fan were here, he would have the same expression. The walls were smooth and there were no books, and the entire open space had been worn away by years of war, leaving only some traces of the war. At first glance, it looked empty.
Looking at Zhuihun's expression, a Gulan general who was accompanying him worriedly said: "Sir! Is there something wrong?" Zhuihun calmed down and said: "It's okay!" In his heart, a head-on war scene had been formed.
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"This is a tough battle, with nearly 800,000 people, and the disparity between us and the enemy is nearly three times greater." Zhuihun said to the members of the 1st and 4th squads. His face was very calm now, so calm that it was impossible to see what was going on in his heart.
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The two armies faced each other with great momentum. More than 800,000 people faced each other in the cool autumn wind. The battlefield was silent, the war horses neighed, and the horses' hooves stirred up bursts of dust. The two armies faced each other like two towering mountains. The heavy armor
The cavalry armor shook and made a frightening sound of gold and iron, like a flash flood about to erupt. The infantry were neatly arrayed with a rainbow of momentum, like an arrow leaving the string and getting out of control.
Shui Ruo is wearing silver armor, which outlines her exquisite figure and also seems to show everyone the instant burst of power of her owner. The long sword made by Xueer and bought for 250 million is reflected on her waist.
The cold light of the midday sun. Shui Ruo's beautiful eyes were as bright as lightning, and he was able to identify the opponent's 600,000-strong army with a fierce attack. Shui Ruo sneered, the opponent had dispatched 600,000 troops, but due to the limitations of the terrain, he was able to charge in front.
There are only about 300,000 soldiers in the formation, and the rest can only follow behind and charge. As long as they resist the charging team in front, they can block it. At the same time, they are also worried that their own casualties will be too large, and the enemy will swarm in. That can be said to be
There will be endless killing and endless cutting. We only have 200,000 people and we can't afford to consume them. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glance at the Huanyue Squadron on the far left side of the army.
The opponent is the Gallo army. General Heitani is dressed in black heavy armor just like his name. From a distance, he looks like a huge black bear statue, exuding a heavy, gloomy and ferocious aura. In the heavy armor helmet, a pair of big eyes are staring.
He glared angrily at the sword on Shui Ruo's waist that had killed countless generals like him in the past ten years. The horse on his crotch was majestic, standing out like a chicken among the hundreds of thousands of troops. He was carrying a heavy armor like an iron tower, but he didn't feel anything at all.
It was hard, and it looked like a rare good horse at first glance. He paid no attention to the more than 40 people from the Huanyue Squadron who were standing in front of the dark night. Gulan had suffered countless casualties in the war for many years, and almost every month there would be patriotic people.
People come to join the army.
Since Shui Ruo had been prepared for a long time, the opponent's military formation seemed a bit hasty. Shui Ruo fiercely wielded his long sword and shouted: "Kill!" His voice was delicate but contained endless murderous intent and bravery.
The Huanyue Squadron is like green leaves in the sea, floating uncertainly, but extremely conspicuous, and like a solid rock that cannot be dispersed by the waves. No matter how crowded and chaotic the military formation is, the forty-two of them are closely dependent on each other.
As soon as the two armies met, Huanyue's team immediately disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea. But this was just like the brief darkness and loneliness when fireworks shot into the sky. After a long time, they suddenly burst into brilliant light.
Under the command of Zhuihun, the Huanyue Squadron consisted of a small group of twenty people who formed a triangular impact formation. Under the leadership of Zhuihun, they rampaged forward and wherever they passed, a corpse of Sergeant Garro must have fallen. The four teams were in groups of ten.
Distributed on the left and right wings of the triangular formation, ten meters apart, they are designed to kill the enemy troops that have surrounded them in a short period of time after the charging team. In this way, the three teams form a thirty-meter-long line of death. Just sweep through it.
There were corpses everywhere. All the members of Huanyue Team hid their strength under Yang Fan's instructions.
Heita Ni looked shocked, and Shui Ruo was also extremely shocked. She was also a master close to the ninth level. She knew that such powerful combat ability was not something ordinary ninth-level masters could possess, and every move was just right. Such a move
Never mind that I have never heard of it.
In a trance, Shui Ruo and Heita Ni were facing each other. Shui Ruo gave a sweet shout, and the long sword was unsheathed like a long dragon rising into the sky, pointing straight to the sky. Heita Ni roared and the sword in his hand danced like a violent storm. The approaching Gulan soldiers
He was immediately cut into two pieces. Not to be outdone, Shui Ruo swung his long sword and hit the Garo soldier. The sword broke in his hand and his head was missing. Blood flew everywhere. Shui Ruo didn't care at all, and rushed towards the black tower mud.
Shui Ruo's pretty shadows were all over the place, slashing, slashing, picking, and stabbing with her long sword. The big knife in Heita Ni's hand was fierce, and the wind blowing from the knife blew Shui Ruo's long black hair exposed from the armor.
The two of them fought like a crane fighting a tiger, but the crane pecked the tiger's eyes everywhere. Although the tiger was ferocious, it had no way to deal with the crane's dexterous movements.
The sounds of killing, screams, shouts, and shouts were all heard, and Yang Fan was frightened when he was sitting in the military camp. Xueer raised her ears with excitement and said: "Husband! I want it too.
Go fight!" Fen Bing and Yang Fan were both frightened. Yang Fan secretly asked: "Is this little girl still a war madman?"
After the Huanyue team tore through the enemy's defense line, the Garo army immediately entered the exploded ant nest. The Gulan battle formation rushed up from behind and mercilessly submerged the panicked Garo soldiers. At this moment, it cannot be said to be eliminated, nor can it be said that it was destroyed.
When it comes to killing, it can only be described as drowning, because the speed is too fast. It is so fast that it scares the soldiers of Gallo and also scares Black Tower Ni.
The 30,000 elite soldiers who stayed behind Gulan only saw squirming stumps or curled up bodies everywhere on the ground. Blood instantly covered the battlefield. This is war, a war that wins with blood, and failure only
More blood will bleed.
When Heita Ni saw that something was wrong, he shouted loudly, and the mountain of swords shot out like a black Buddha leaping into the air and striking Shui Ruo hard. Shui Ruo was also frightened by the power of the blow and turned around to avoid it, and was about to receive it.
Heita Ni's next attack was unexpected. Heita Ni turned around and ran away. At the same time, he took out a red flag from his horse and waved it to his own battlefield. As soon as the terrified soldiers saw the signal to withdraw, they were all afraid of falling behind.
The soul-destroying ghosts ran faster than the other.
Gulan's soldiers burst into cheers that resounded throughout the world. They had never encountered such a victory. This was also the fastest war with the least losses since Shui Ruo led the army. She looked at the bloody battlefield in front of her in surprise.
, I don’t believe that I have won this war just like this! In previous wars, wars would not stop until one side lost more than half of its troops and withdrew.
Zhuihun looked at the enemy who had withdrawn from the battlefield, took back the blood-red sword in his hand and said: "I believe they will not dare to go out to fight in a few days!" Roufeng also looked at the distance and nodded as if he was lost when he heard Zhuihun's words. If it were her.
, she will also become afraid to fight for several days.