The heavy rain that seemed to submerge the entire world has not stopped since it started falling, and it has not even weakened in the slightest.
Under the cover of the rain curtain, the tragic battlefield became hazy.
The sound of fighting became clearer, and in the end it completely drowned out the sound of rain. Even if you close your eyes and don't look, you still know what kind of hell this is.
However, the people inside were unaware of it.
Between the attack and the counter-offensive, Dali's reinforcements suddenly appeared, and the two sides' troops totaling hundreds of thousands were completely mixed together. They were both friendly troops in front and on the left and right, and they were also enemy troops.
During the fight, Yu's eyes were red and he couldn't tell the difference between the clothes of the two armies. When he saw the figures, he drew his sword without hesitation.
In the chaos, someone's mentality was broken. After the weapon in his hand was stained with too much blood, he finally lost control and fell to the ground.
When they were crossing each other, there were also people with bright eyes, calmly killing figures that did not belong to their side.
command?
No, there is no conductor anymore.
After Dali's reinforcements cut off the retreat of Dashi's army, this has turned into a life-or-death war.
Those who advance may die, but those who retreat may not live. Those lying on the ground pretending to be dead have already been trampled into mud with no human shape, mixed with the soil, and washed away by heavy rain.
But the next moment, he was stepped on the mud mark again.
No one can distinguish the boundary between life and death at this moment.
Only after the weather cleared up, those who were still standing finally realized that this place still belonged to the human world.
A world more miserable than hell.
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Di Xin used his only remaining arm, holding the spear that had been broken into two parts, and stood on the battlefield where all the corpses were dead.
Yes, they are all dead bodies.
After a day and night of fighting, there was almost no place for people to stand on the entire battlefield. Countless corpses were piled up together, and the wind brought a nauseating smell.
With the original Shenhai as backup, Di Xin's soul power is still abundant, but the soul of this clone has long been exhausted, and his body in the innate realm has also reached its limit.
His left arm was cut off by the enemy at the end of the battle.
He was chopped down directly by an enemy soldier who had no cultivation at all with an ordinary long sword.
Although the soldier was stabbed through the heart with a broken spear by Di Xin who reacted, his left arm could no longer be reattached.
But Di Xin didn't show any regret on his face.
He rarely set foot on the battlefield in person before.
Not to mention when he was pretending to be a useless person with his foundation destroyed, but also when he no longer needed to hide his cultivation, he was more of just directing from the center.
Only for some special tasks, he will perform in person.
For example, the ambush battle when the Dali Expeditionary Force landed in Nanyang, and the sneak attack on the large food ship.
Because he knew that when his cultivation was at the second level, even if he went to fight in person, he would not be much better than other second level experts on the battlefield with tens of thousands of people.
In mortal wars, the sophistication of weapons and the number of people are the decisive factors, and the role of individuals will be reduced to the limit.
In contrast, he said that the experience accumulated over tens of thousands of years can play a greater role.
But that doesn't mean he will never go to war.
And he had already made all the preparations.
Not to mention that it was just a broken arm or his own death, which was within his preparation.
And this time, he had to take action for support.
Although his guards have super strong defensive capabilities, they are still some acquired martial arts cultivators after all. Only he, Zeng Hongshen and Song Qianwei are the innate Grand Masters without moisture, and they are an indispensable part of the strength of the entire team.
In war, although Di Xin would not deliberately avoid sacrifice, he would not allow others to die for no reason and just sit back and enjoy the gains.
More than 200 people rushed to the enemy's line. Even if they were covering the reinforcements of more than 20,000 people that followed, without retreating, they were still facing death.
If he were among the 20,000-strong army, he would not hesitate to send a small team to harass the army in order to direct its actions.
But now, the army on the mountain is under the command of Anjunshan, and reinforcements have already been arranged.
Under such circumstances, it was impossible for Di Xin to let more than two hundred people rush into battle, but he hid in the back and watched the fun.
Not to mention, one of the two hundred people in the team is his woman.
And Song Qianwei is also an innate grandmaster. If both of them retreat, it will really mean that the others will die.
Although these guards were loyal to Emperor Xin, even if they were asked to commit suicide, these people would not frown.
But that was their idea, but Di Xin couldn't really do such an unjust thing because of this.
There is no distinction between high and low among people.
When the division of labor is different, Di Xin can sacrifice some for the sake of the overall situation.
But the premise is that he cannot retreat when he needs to sacrifice.
Just like he did in the final battle of the prehistoric world.
Although this war cannot be compared at all with that final battle, the nature is the same.
After a day and night of fighting, with his strong cultivation, Di Xin survived the war even though he lost his arm, but less than one-tenth of the guards around him were left.
Those who survived were all more or less injured.
The same thing is that everyone, like Di Xin, is exhausted and has no strength to fight anymore.
He didn't even have the strength to move his body.
Some of the remaining guards wanted to block the knife for him, but they were too weak to stop him in time.
Otherwise, how could Di Xin have his left arm cut off by an enemy with no cultivation level?
After the last enemy soldiers fell, all the guards finally couldn't hold on any longer. They collapsed on the ground regardless of the incomplete limbs and blood on the ground.
Zeng Hongshen is no exception.
The same is true for Song Qianwei, who is a woman.
If possible, Di Xin would also like to sit down and rest for a while, but he can't.
Since the Dali Expeditionary Army is the final winner of this battlefield, as the prince of Dali and the commander-in-chief of this expeditionary force, he must stand here like a flag.
Even if you can see, only 3,000 people survived.
In this war, out of an army of over 100,000 people, only 3,000 people survived after a day and night of non-stop fighting.
Maybe even less than three thousand.
When the fight is halfway through, it's not that no one wants to escape, and it's not that no one wants to end the battlefield.
However, the armies of both sides were already mixed together, and due to the heavy rain, neither the orders of Dali nor Dashi could be conveyed.
Even if someone wants to end the battle by surrendering, people coming from the other side will make it easier for those who put down their weapons to be killed.
When we got to the back, no one dared to surrender.