In just a moment, Li Anting judged that there was absolutely no time to evacuate.
Because to guide the flow of thousands of people at an extremely fast speed, at least a thousand-strong army is needed in normal times. Moreover, there are countless transactions going on in the market at this time, just to let the small vendors ignore the things on the stalls.
The evacuation of goods will cause unknown chaotic consequences.
There was absolutely no time to evacuate, so we had to block him at all costs.
However, just when his vest was filled with chills and he was about to let out another loud shout, a whining sound rang out in the still cold sky above the street.
This is the bugle call of the military observation guard.
Li Anting's scalp was shaken, and his spirits were lifted. Only then did he realize that because he saw the other party killing Su Zhongwen in front of him, he had lost his mind and forgot an important thing.
When he discovered that the painter and Su Zhongwen were already fighting each other, when he acted as a vanguard and rushed in with all his strength, he had already ordered his deputy general to command the entire army.
So any order he issues now is only valid for the Green Wolf heavy-armored sergeants around him.
Those observation guards at high places will see the situation here and the other party's intentions clearly earlier than themselves, and will respond faster!
Just when the bugle sounded, he was in high spirits. "Boom!"
There were shouts of murder in the streets and alleys, and explosions as the painter forced his way through the houses.
This is the sound of the war drums of the Yunqin army!
In the distance, there are six black war drums as tall as one person on six carriages. In front of each war drum, there is a naked giant man, holding a hammer in both hands, beating the war drum violently. The sound of the beat almost spread throughout the country.
The whole city could not help but feel excited.
Every impact caused the facial skin of these giant men to tremble like ripples.
Amidst the thunderous sound of war drums, dozens of heavily armored cavalry troops began a decisive attack on the residential house where the painter was located.
These dozens of the strongest horses in the army and their riders are all wearing black metal armor. Each of the heavily armored riders holds heavy maces in their hands. And every one of them is holding a heavy mace.
Behind each war horse was dragging a huge log that was no heavier than a carriage.
Because these war horses were running so violently, some of the rolling logs pulled by the horses even jumped into the air as they rolled and collided with the uneven ground.
These dozens of heavily armored war horses, together with the heavily armored cavalry above them, all moved forward without hesitation. No matter what was in front of them, they jumped forward resolutely and crashed into it.
This is a shocking sight.
Some of the war horses crashed into the wall completely, some only hit half of it, some jumped onto the flat roof, and forcefully collapsed the roof, pressing down with a crash, and some even broke several walls.
Still moving forward.
In just a few breaths, at least half of the war horses fell to the ground with a tragic neigh. However, under the impact of dozens of heavily armored war horses, this area of residents was like a piece of land, which was almost completely plowed.
Flat, a large area of houses shattered and collapsed in an instant.
The painter suddenly seemed to have lost his cover and found himself in a mess of ruins. The dust and smoke around him formed an unusually thick fog.
…
The more violent sound of horse hooves was still roaring.
While the dozens of heavily armored horses in the first wave either neighed and fell to the ground, or continued to charge forward, the second wave of cavalry had already rushed into the ruins where the thick dust had just begun to spread.
This is a group of lightly armored cavalry. The horses and the riders on the saddle are all wearing black leather armor, like black lightning shooting into the fog.
"Draw the net!"
The military orders, which were clearly issued by different school officers, but were uniform, cold, stern and filled with iron-blooded aura, sounded in a low voice at this time.
Just like flying kites, large nets with cold light suddenly rose above these cavalry troops due to violent shaking and pulling, and they fell one after another towards the direction of the painter.
Each of these nets is made of twisted steel wires with many barbs and sharp edges.
The painter's face under the colorful mask became extremely pale.
Although he has experienced a lot of fighting in his life, he has never had the experience of his identity and location being completely exposed, and being completely locked down by an army. Therefore, he has never had the experience of fighting against a real Yunqin regular army.
, and at this moment, he completely believed the rumor in the cultivation world... It is impossible for any cultivator to resist the army head-on, or to be superior to the army.
His cultivation level is close to the peak of the Grand Master. Looking at the entire Qixia Province, he can't find a few practitioners who are stronger than him. However, no matter how fast he is, he can't directly avoid this completely enveloped hundreds of steps.
Fangyuan even did not hesitate to cover the people in his own army with the iron net.
He can't dodge directly with speed, he can only break the net with force!
"Tsk!"
The two long knives in his hands kept slashing forward, cutting through the steel wire mesh that was covering him, and passing through it.
But these two long knives were just ordinary long steel knives that he snatched. Under the eruption of his soul power, although these two long knives also emitted a dazzling light, they could no longer bear it.
The entire blade cracked and began to disintegrate very quickly.
"Hook sickle!"
"So!"
For practitioners, the low and cold military orders sounded again like a reminder.
At this moment, in the dust and smoke, the painter was still moving forward very fast, but he couldn't see clearly how many soldiers around him had already come to cover him up.
Only those watching from a high place outside could clearly see that in two waves, nearly 150 infantrymen were already running at full speed, rushing into the thick dust and embarking on more steps.
Smoke and dust.
Hooked sickles attached to chains flew out from the hands of the second wave of infantry and were thrown towards the painter.
The first wave of infantrymen, already in groups of more than ten, pulled apart thick iron ropes. This group of sergeants just pulled on these iron ropes and ran forward, trying to tie up the painter.
The face under the painter's mask became more frightened and pale.
Facing the hook sickles coming out of the smoke and whistling from all directions, the two knives in his hands turned into two whirlwinds at an extremely fast speed, instantly slashing away all the blades that approached him for the first time.
, but in the violent impact of gold and iron, the two swords in his hands completely collapsed, leaving only two handles in his hands.
In this extremely short period of time, he had no choice but to strongly erupt his soul power again and spread it throughout his body.
Under the influence of the soul power of the Great Nation Master, his entire body turned pale yellow and shone like gold and iron.
All the hooks and sickles that fell on him were unable to cut into his skin, and were all knocked out. Several chains that had just touched his body were cut off by the hooks and sickles that he grabbed forcefully from his hand.
"put!"
However, at this moment, another military order was heard in the thick fog.
Along with these military orders, there were bursts of sounds of gold and iron moving.
In the sky, there was a shrill sound of breaking through the air.
The painter looked up and saw crossbow arrows several times thicker than ordinary crossbow arrows, falling sharply in the air.
He knew that the first batch of troops of the city defense army had arrived, and some of the city defense army's ordnance specifically used to deal with practitioners had also begun to invest.
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Lin Xi was crouching quietly in an attic outside this alley.
From beginning to end, he saw the painter's pursuit of Su Zhongwen, and saw the Yunqin army's siege against the painter.
Although he is already considered a famous general among the Dragon Snake Frontier Army and is already very familiar with the army, whether it is the strangulation of the army and the Cave Barbarian troops, or the strangulation of the large forces in the Biluo Border Army, and the strangulation in front of him.
This kind of Yunqin army besieging practitioners is completely different.
The scenes taking place at this moment also shocked his heart extremely.
Although he had been reminded by Dean Zhang when he entered Qingluan Academy that there was no invincible practitioner in this world, he also knew the significance of the existence of the army itself. In addition to resisting foreign enemies, it also lies within,
It is also about intimidating and killing powerful practitioners.
But only at this moment, in a city like this, in an area with little cover or terrain cover, and see an army surrounding and killing a single practitioner, can we truly appreciate the terror of the army.
Although most of the army are ordinary people who are vulnerable to practitioners, the military has many weapons specifically targeted at practitioners.
Although the painter who was still advancing in the battle group still looked extremely powerful, and those elite soldiers of Yunqin looked extremely weak, Lin Xi knew very well that under this situation, the painter had been forced to gushing out his soul with all his strength.
He had to use all his strength to avoid being killed. In this situation, the painter's soul power consumption was extremely astonishing. At least Lin Xi could be sure that it was absolutely impossible for him to approach the big market in the city.
In the distance, there is obviously the sound of more powerful heavy ordnance like the Moon Crossbow Car, and something that is really lethal to the master-level practitioners of the great country is also being transported.
Lin Xi knew that she still underestimated the combat power of the Yunqin army. She knew that the painter could not escape. The method of directly using the painter to bring Zhang Lingyun in would not work. She had to think of other methods.
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But at this moment, his brows suddenly frowned.
Because at this moment, he saw the painter suddenly change the direction of the impact. It was no longer like the direction of the market. Instead, a large amount of soul power spurted out from under his feet, throwing himself up like a projectile.
, and fled towards the direction of the inn where he had stayed.
What's in that place?
This street and alley itself has been acquired by the government and will be used to build several yarn mills. The residents in it have already been vacated, so Lin Xi chose such a place.
At the rate at which the artist's soul power is consumed, he may be exhausted even before he can even get close to his original inn.
Logically speaking, his only chance of survival is to rush into an extremely densely populated area and scare the army away from him as he had planned before.
But this neighborhood to his original inn was a sparsely populated area, so what was he going to do when he rushed to that place?
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