To his surprise, the guards of the entire "Hongtian Camp" did not move at all. The fifty foundation-building monks all released a magic shield of different colors, covering the entire "Hongtian Camp".
It's strict!
What made Zhao's forward general even more desperate was that after the first batch of magic shields flew to meet the crossbow arrows, three more waves of magic shields rose up one after another. Between the incoming crossbow arrows and the rebels on the mound,
Between them, four dense lines of defense were formed!
The crossbow arrows fired by these strenuous crossbows were still quite powerful, but they still only penetrated two layers of shields before losing all their strength and falling to the ground. They did not cause any trouble to the "Hongtian Camp" at all!
The hands and feet of the forward general of the Hou Zhao Kingdom were cold, and a sense of powerlessness quietly came to his mind. Among these enemies who were armed to the teeth and holding spiritual tools, there were actually so many real-life monks. He could only rely on ordinary soldiers like himself.
, can you really rush to that damn mound?
He looked back at the big yellow umbrella in the distance behind him. His great emperor had no intention of letting him withdraw. He wanted to get back on his horse and run to the emperor to ask for support from dozens of powerful "true spirits".
Gate" is a real person in the foundation building stage, but he knows in his heart that once he turns around and runs back like that, Tie Wuxuan will not give him a chance to get close to talk!
"Keep your bows and crossbows moving, open the way with your heavy shields, and attack one after another until death!" the forward general roared through gritted teeth, pointing his ax directly at the mound!
The furious crossbowmen did not give up because of the futility of the first wave of attacks. Instead, they fired two more waves of crossbows. Finally, after all the energy of the shields was exhausted, the third wave of crossbows contained dozens of arrows.
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It's just that these crossbow arrows stirred up some tiny sparks in vain and were bounced to the ground. None of them could penetrate the armor of the camp guards!
The sound of war drums coming from the rear-Zhao formation in the distance has begun to speed up. The soldiers of the rear-Zhao state, whose heavy shield bearers are opening the way, are rushing to beat the drums every step of the way. Gradually, it seems as if the earth is shaking!
After approaching the mound a hundred feet away, the despairing blue flash lit up again. The heavy shields in the front row could not withstand the blue light that summoned death, but the dense heavy shields greatly reduced the power of these blue lights and steel crossbow arrows.
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"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
These charging Hou Zhao soldiers were not timid because of the death of their companions, nor did they run excitedly because they were getting closer and closer to the enemy. They still marched neatly to the beat of the drums, shouting with each step they took.
"kill"!
The uniform roar of the eight thousand people shook the sky. They all had their eyes wide open and their blood was pumping. They did not flinch even if they were shot and fell down. The morale of the entire forward battalion reached its peak!
In the face of Hou Zhao's surging offensive, the "Hangtian Camp" on the mound remained silent as before. However, the faint blue death light and the hurricane-like crossbow arrows were still being released alternately, without any impact at all.
, as if those camp guards had no emotions at all, and were just a group of powerful puppet machines!
However, there were too many soldiers of the Hou Zhao Kingdom who went into the attack this time, and the situation on the entire battlefield gradually became unfavorable.
Under the full attack of the entire Hou Zhao forward battalion, a huge phalanx of soldiers was spread out in front of the "Hongtian Camp", because their downward shooting surface was mainly concentrated in the middle and front part, attacking the protruding rear parts at both ends.
The attacks of the Zhao soldiers were somewhat unable to be taken into account, so the huge square formation composed of the Zhao forward battalion became more and more concave in the middle, while the two sides were getting closer and closer to the mound!
"Keep moving forward on both sides, surround the mound for me and attack!"
Amid the hysterical roars of Hou Zhao's forward general, the soldiers on both sides of the phalanx no longer tried to move closer to the middle mound, but continued to move straight forward, preparing to cross the mound before turning back to attack!
After discovering the new movements of the Zhao soldiers, Lei Ping also had a countermeasure. He hurriedly shouted loudly:
"Everyone retreat and turn into a circular formation!"
I saw the entire "Hongtian Camp" slowly retreating towards the top of the mound, and the entire formation turned into a round spherical shape with Lin Qing as the center.[ ]
When Lin Qing retreated to the highest point of the mound, Lei Ping loudly stopped the movement of the "Hangtian Camp". At this time, Zhao Guo's forward battalion had also successfully completed the siege of the mound and was rushing in from all directions at the same time.
Come up!
Under the yellow umbrella in the distance, Emperor Tie Wuxuan of the Later Zhao Kingdom saw that everyone in the forward camp was brave and no one retreated timidly. He had surrounded the rebellious Lin Qing, and finally showed some satisfaction on his face, standing beside him.
The bronze-armored general finally summoned up the courage to suggest:
"Your Majesty, the forward general used his troops appropriately this time. After surrounding the rebels, he can take advantage of the human sea tactics, and the density of the rebels' spiritual tools and crossbows will also be dispersed. If he attacks again, there should be a larger force.
Progress, it's just that the dozens of rebellious monks are a great threat. If they use range attack spells together, I'm afraid the Erlangs will suffer heavy casualties. It's better to ask the real people of the 'True Spirit Sect' to work hard and mix with the Erlangs.
If you participate in the attack, you will be able to succeed in one battle!"
After hearing this, Tie Wuxuan agreed in his heart, but he calmly turned to a monk next to him who was wearing a "True Spirit Sect" costume and asked:
"What do you think of Fu Zhen's wishes?"
This monk's name is Fu Xianzu, and he is a direct disciple of the head of the "True Spirit Sect". He is the leader of the two hundred foundation-building monks sent by the "True Spirit Sect" this time.
Fu Xianzu is seven feet tall and has a rather good appearance. At first contact, he gives off an impression of being forthright and forthright, but in fact he is quite calculating in his heart.
He thought to himself:
"Looking at the power of the magic shields released by the rebellious monks, the average strength seems to be similar to mine. The Lei family of Ten Thousand Beast Sect really has a deep foundation. If we send monks from the True Spirit Sect up here at this time, even if they are outnumbered and incompetent,
If we kill all these rebellious people, I am afraid that we will suffer heavy casualties, so we should let Tie Wuxuan's people consume their spiritual stones and mana first."
Thinking of this, he pretended to be profound and said:
"Your Majesty the Emperor, do you know the true identities of the five hundred people who followed the rebellious Lin Qing on the slopes?"
"Aren't these people the rebels recruited by Lin Ni?" Tie Wuxuan looked slightly unhappy when he saw that Fu Xianzu did not answer directly.
"According to the information our 'Zhenling Sect' has, these people should be the guards of the Lei family of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. They came to Xinyi Prefecture some time ago with the daughter of the head of the Lei family who married Lin Ni." Fu Xianzu saw himself like this.
As soon as he said this, Tie Wuxuan's face immediately changed color, and he sneered in his heart and continued:
"The Lei family of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, in addition to the thunder-type skills that defy the heavens, is also good at making spiritual tools. The spiritual tools held by these Lei family guards are so powerful. Your Majesty has also witnessed with your own eyes, the weapons shot by the Lei family guards.
The crossbows are not ordinary crossbows, but semi-spiritual steel crossbows. We don’t have many such sophisticated equipment in the ‘True Spirit Sect’.”
"These spiritual tools and semi-spiritual tools are all good things. Among my personal guards, there are only cross spiritual tools, and their power is far inferior to those used by these Lei family guards!" Tie Wuxuan seemed to respond to Fu Xianzu, and
He seemed to be muttering to himself, but a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.
Seeing this, Zhenling Sect monk Fu Xianzu despised Tie Wuxuan even more. He continued:
"Although these spiritual tools and semi-spiritual tools are powerful, they consume a lot of spiritual stones. How many spiritual stones can these Lei family guards carry? There is also the rebellious Lin Qing. Although he is entrenched in Xinyi Prefecture, there are no barren mountains and ridges everywhere here.
If there is no production, how many spiritual stones can he have for these Lei family guards to shoot at will?"
"What does Mr. Fu mean by continuing to use loyal soldiers like me to consume the spirit stones guarded by the Lei family?" Tie Wuxuan did not cover up the anger that flashed across his face at all. The foundation of the "True Spirit Gate" was in front of him.
Although the monk is the true disciple of the sect leader, he cannot win his respect at all.
"In the current situation, even if you send Foundation Establishment Stage monks up there, you will not be able to get close to them. In the face of powerful spiritual tools, the magic shield cannot completely guarantee the safety of Foundation Establishment Stage monks. The role that Foundation Establishment Stage monks can play is no better than that of those who are defeated."
Zhang Nu and bed crossbow are much bigger, and the bravery and fearlessness of your soldiers are not in vain. After taking down these rebels, we at the 'True Spirit Sect' don't want any of the spiritual and semi-spiritual steel crossbows.
They are all your trophies!" Fu Xianzu's expression was so sincere, as if the "True Spirit Sect" had given up such huge benefits.
Looking at Tie Wuxuan, who didn't answer, but the look of greed on his face became even more intense, Fu Xianzu thought to himself:
"These spiritual tools and semi-spiritual tools will become scraps after the battle is over after being shot so many times. I believe that Tie Wuxuan's face will be even more exciting by then."
"Your Majesty..." The bronze-armored general wanted to help the soldiers of the vanguard battalion to fight for something more, but Tie Wuxuan raised his hand to stop him. Even though he was extremely anxious, there was nothing he could do.
At this time, the night has begun, and a strange red moon hangs high in the sky. While illuminating the entire battlefield, it also continues the strange bloody appearance of the setting sun.
The small mound under the moonlight is like a small island hit by huge waves. Wave after wave of turbulent waves rush up desperately, but they can only be broken into pieces on the beach of the island in vain, and it seems to be in danger.
The island still stood there steadily, calmly emitting the light of death in all directions.
It should be said that the forward general's surrounding tactics were very effective. The "Hongtian Camp" that was forced to retreat to the top of the hill had only a quarter of its original firepower in each direction, so that
The foundation-building monks in the camp also had to release magic shields for defense, as well as timely range attack spells to prevent the enemy from approaching.
However, the camp guards carrying spiritual and semi-spiritual steel crossbows were still as energetic as when the war began. The faint blue death light and the crossbow arrows blowing like the wind still fell one after another, as if they were endless.