Liu Huiwang's face was as cold as ice, and she looked at the corpse on the ground coldly.
He has a green-skinned bald head, a monk's robe, and a piece of armor.
But the strange thing is that the arrow happened to pass through the neck. By the time it was discovered, Faguang's blood was almost drained, and the person was so dead that he could no longer die.
Li Wenxiao is also fast.
He wanted to die, so he led his bodyguard towards Bai Qi, but was killed by Li Feng.
The knife struck the fish scale armor. Li Wenxiao was not injured at all, but he was trampled by the war horse. When the white-armored soldiers retreated and the rebels found him, all the bones in his body were broken, and his chest was completely broken.
A piece of it collapsed, leaving a pit.
This kind of injury is already close to death...
Li Wenxiao didn't even wake up when he saw what the law could do. Liu Huiwang was so angry that he wanted to cut Li Wenxiao into pieces with a thousand knives.
An army of tens of thousands was defeated like this?
Even though they are all cannon fodder, it only takes a few more years for him to be able to confuse so many more people.
But it shouldn’t be like this now, almost being ruined without any effect?
Liu Huiwang raised her head and looked at the rioters who were rushing toward the white-armored formation like ants, and felt like her heart was twisting in a knife.
He had imagined countless times that this scene should be prepared for Xi Kangsheng, but was it wasted on such an unknown person?
"Carry it down!"
Liu Huiwang shouted coldly, turned her head again, and glanced toward the southeast.
It has been two hours since Yinshi. Why has there been no news?
Is it possible that the lack of monk guards alone led to the defeat of the righteous army?
No...never...
Such rigorous planning cannot fail just because of the lack of thousands of people.
Besides, with so many defeated troops fleeing to the west, it can’t be faked.
The righteous master must have won, but for some reason, the news has not been sent to the monk camp...
Liu Hui suddenly strengthened her confidence and breathed a sigh of relief. She fantasized in her heart that in a short time, she would be crowned a king and a saint, and a flush suddenly appeared on her face.
The monk guards did not respond to the request, fearing that they would have been underestimated by those thieves. If even Li Chengzhi could not defeat him, how could he, Liu Huiwang, dare to call him "Dharma King" again?
Liu Huiwang's eyes turned cold, and she raised her slender hand slightly, pointing directly at the white-armored army: "Move forward, Dharma!"
As the cloud chariot Liu Huiwang rode moved forward, the Maitreya Buddha flag, a group of white-clothed monks chanting loudly under it, and eight carriages pulling Dafa trumpets also moved forward.
Further ahead, there are Liu Huiwang's five thousand monk guards.
Everyone is watching with eager eyes, waiting for the white-armored army formation to become slightly unstable, they will pounce on it like a pack of wolves.
……
"Mi Jin came to the world and took pity on my suffering. There is no joy in life, and there is no fear in death. Kill all the old demons, and you will be blessed forever!"
The thundering roar spread throughout the countryside, shaking the hearts of every white-armored soldier and every black-armored soldier.
Hu Baozong was shaking like he was sifting chaff, and big beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead.
He finally knew why Li Chengzhi was so panicked just now?
This is not a human being at all, but a group of beasts... No, beasts are nothing?
This is simply a bunch of monsters.
As if possessed by evil spirits, the rebels shouted the Buddha's name wildly, facing the rain of arrows from the sky, and rushed towards the White Armored Army one after another.
Except for the chanting of the Buddha, no screams could be heard in the rebel formation. Accompanied by it, there was only the sound of arrows shooting into the flesh and blood rushing out of the body.
Crazy, all crazy...
Hu Baozong didn't know what to say, but he found that his throat seemed to be blocked by a piece of dry mud, which made him feel stuffy and burning.
He instinctively turned his head and looked at Yun Che.
I saw Li Chengzhi turning his head and talking to the people under the car.
Hu Baozong was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst: At this time, do you still dare to be distracted?
He suppressed his fear and instinctively looked under the cloud car, only to see Li Song and Li Zhang playing with something.
If you look closely, it looks like a copper crossbow is being loaded onto a van?
What are you doing?
Hu Baozong's eyes were twitching wildly, and his heart was even more furious.
But then, he was startled again.
Li Chengzhi would have random thoughts from time to time, and sometimes his actions would be even more crazy.
But Li Song will not go crazy with him...
As if a blessing came to his heart, Hu Baozong turned sharply to look at the front army, and then his expression froze, as if he was frozen.
The auxiliary soldiers in the camp no longer carry arrows in front of the formation?
The arrow is almost empty?
Looking at the front of the formation, countless rebels are still staring with red eyes, attacking like a tide, there are at least two to three thousand.
And behind these rebels, there are thousands of monk soldiers, watching with eager eyes...
Hu Baozong's legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees, and his face turned as gray as dirt.
You are just thinking about tinkering with these things now, how can you still come in time?
……
No blood could be seen on Yang Shu's face, and Zhang Jingzhi's eyes were red and bloodshot.
The two of them have been in the military for half their lives, but have they ever encountered such a crazy enemy?
To truly regard death as life...
Seeing that Zhang Jingzhi was about to make a move, Yang Shu shouted sternly: "We can't retreat, we must not retreat... Even if the arrows are gone, if we engage in battle, with the white armor and strong spears, we may not be able to fight. But if we retreat.
, it must be a huge collapse..."
"Why don't I know that I can't withdraw?" Zhang Jingzhi roared, "But it has reached this point and the morale of the army is obviously unstable. Why doesn't Li Chengzhi retreat into the stronghold? Although it is only a layer of stronghold wall, it can at least provide a buffer.
?"
"I don't know either!" Yang Shu shook his head fiercely and looked downstairs again, looking at Li Chengzhi who was directing Li Song to play with the Baizhang Crossbow.
"I don't know why he can be so calm at such a critical juncture. But you and I don't want to comment... Just think about whether it was you and me, whether we could withstand such a powerful enemy..."
The answer is no.
Not to mention that the formation can remain as motionless as it is now, and still has the power to fight. I am afraid that it has been frightened by the demon-like enemy in front of me.
These rebels don't look like humans at all...
Zhang Jingzhi gritted his teeth and was about to say something when he suddenly heard a burst of cheers from the enemy formation. Immediately, the sound of shouting the Buddha's name became louder and louder.
When the two of them looked up, their eyes were about to burst.
Liu Huiwang's flag guard was already out of the camp, less than thirty feet away from the white armored army.
They could even see the pale face of the monk on the cloud car...
About ten feet ahead, thousands of linen-robed monks and soldiers holding spears and shields were about to launch an offensive?
What made them even more horrified was that many arrows flew over and landed on the monk soldiers. Some were broken, and some were pierced into the flesh, but no blood was seen.
These monk soldiers are obviously wearing iron armor?
Yang Shu and Zhang Jingzhi looked at each other, surprised and frightened: These are four to five thousand monk soldiers, where did Liu Huiwang get so many armors?
……
At some point, Li Song also climbed up the ladder and knelt down in front of Li Chengzhi, sweating like rain.
Although there were only two of them in the watchtower, Li Song still cried like a mosquito, pleading:
"Lang Jun, let's fight... No matter how weak our White Armor Battalion is, we have never been defeated in several battles. Although these monsters are not afraid of death today, they are only flesh and blood and cannot be resurrected. We are not invincible...
...Even if something goes wrong, with me waiting, I can protect you and escape safely..."
Halfway through, Li Song raised his head fiercely, with tears in his eyes: "But using thunder in front of everyone will definitely be a huge disaster... Lang Jun, this is a clear sky, and thunder on the ground... You are the one
The person who causes thunder... Even if the people of the world can tolerate you, the court and the emperor will never tolerate you..."
Li Chengzhi clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug into his flesh, and his forehead was already full of veins: "But Li Song, do you know how many people will die..."
"How can there be no death in a war?"
Li Song roared, stood up suddenly, and glared at Li Chengzhi: "Mr. Lang, at this time of life and death, do you still need the kindness of a woman?"
Looking at the furious Li Song, Li Chengzhi was a little confused, as if he had seen the Li Song who yelled "Come on, tie Mr. Lang up for me" again.
Li Song seemed to be risking his life, and roared angrily: "Mr. Lang, how long are you going to protect me? This is a soldier, used for fighting, not a son of aristocratic family. He is more than ten years old and is still weaning. He needs to be held by his mother."
Coaxing in my arms...
You only think about fewer deaths and fewer deaths... But can you protect them for a while, or for a lifetime? If next time, it is not you who leads them, but they happen to encounter such a fierce battle again, what should they do?
What is the end?
I'm afraid that just like the previous rebels, they would be defeated in a single fight, driven to death like pigs and sheep, and in the end none of them would survive..."
What about next time...what about next time?
These three words were like thunder, striking into Li Chengzhi's mind over and over again. He seemed to be frozen, looking at Li Song intently.
This is a soldier, born to fight...
He is the commander-in-chief, not the nanny...
Including himself, when he first heard the word "war", he was trembling with fear. Now he can watch thousands of people live and die, but his heart is calm and his face does not change. In the meantime, he has gone through so many experiences and endured
How many times have you experienced spiritual baptism?
Without a bloody battle, how can you have an iron will?
If things go on like this, the so-called strong army will be just a paper tiger that can be broken with one poke...
Within a few breaths, sweat appeared on Li Chengzhi's forehead.
I saw him gritting his teeth fiercely: "Fight!"
……
When he no longer saw a rioter standing in front of the formation, Li Liang relaxed, his eyes darkened, and he almost fell to the ground.
He held on to the wall of the car and shook his head hard twice. When he saw the monk soldiers stepping on the corpses of the rebels and rushing up with guns and shields, he was shocked again.
Although the rebels have been driven back, what about these monk soldiers?
When the enemy camp collapsed, after being hacked to death, shot to death, and the rebels killing each other, there were not many rebels who could still stand up, at most three or four thousand.
But these three to four thousand rebel soldiers have already used up hundreds of thousands of arrows.
The arrows have been shot empty. How can we resist these monk soldiers who are more capable, less afraid of death, and calmer than the mob?
Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, fear was like a tide, hitting Li Liang's mind one wave after another.
Some rebels were stabbed like hedgehogs, bleeding out constantly, but they still screamed the Buddha's name over and over again, trying to crawl over with their last bit of strength.
There are also those who have died, with weird smiles on their faces, as if they have seen God’s Zhao Huan before they die, as well as the blessings in the next life, or even ten lives and a hundred lives later.
Those scary yellow teeth were like bloody arrows, piercing into Li Liang’s heart...
Why can people be so crazy?
Just when his heart was beating uncontrollably and his body was shaking, a laughing and scolding voice suddenly came from his ears: "Why, this little battle scares you? Didn't I mean that I have to imitate you four times?"
Uncle (Li Song) drew his sword across the horse and asked the heroes of the world with a smile: "Li Zhiju (Li Liang's name) is here in Jingzhou, who dares to fight?"
Li Liang trembled all over, as if there was a mechanism on his neck, he turned his head abruptly.
When he saw Li Chengzhi dressed in cloth armor, holding a gun in his left hand and a shield in his right hand, clearly going to fight the enemy with the soldiers, Li Liang panicked and burst into tears: "Lang Jun..."