On the battlefield, there were only more than 300 undead barbarians left. Although most of them had gone through madness, it was no longer a cause for concern at this time.
After the death of the barbarian shaman, the rain of flints from the sky gradually became smaller and smaller until it completely stopped.
Even the four madness techniques he had released before suddenly dimmed, and the four bone staffs had only a faint light, unable to cover the entire battlefield.
The barbarian soldiers were completely frightened by the power of Lei Xingkong's sword.
Watching helplessly, the usually aloof Liuyu Shaman and five hundred of his companions were killed with one sword. This god-like method frightened them, and they lost all their fighting spirit.
"Kill, don't lose your head!"
Everyone in the Yong people fought bravely and pounced on the barbarians as if they were risking their lives.
However, the barbarians just wanted to escape and retreated towards the rear formation.
Both sides advanced and retreated, one was brave and the other timid, and the outcome was already clear.
…
Barbarian main formation.
Marshal Duowuduo looked at the battle ahead, his face turned ashen.
Having led the army for many years, he already had a good idea of the fighting power of the human race and their barbarians. Normally, when fighting in the field with the same force, the barbarians would rarely suffer losses. Even if the human race finally won with more than twice the number of people, it would only be a misfortune.
Victory, it is impossible to defeat the barbarian army.
It can be said that the scene of his own defeat at this time was completely beyond his expectation. He never thought that his forwards would be defeated so miserably.
Moreover, this time in this small forward contact battle, they also sent a shaman.
Duowu glanced at the Ahe Great Shaman next to him and thought to himself: "I wonder what they will do? They will definitely not give up..."
A Six-Feather Shaman, who was almost a great shaman in the ancestral temple, was killed so neatly and neatly by a human youth in front of the army. This really damaged the prestige of the ancestral temple. How could the ancestral temple just do this?
Give up?
Should we continue to send people to continue fighting? This is not impossible. The loss of a thousand forwards will not harm the army at all...
but--
Dowuduo turned his eyes and looked behind him, but couldn't help but frown.
All the tribesmen in the formation had a look of horror in their eyes at this time. Apparently, they were all frightened after seeing the power of the human youth's sword.
The morale of the army has been damaged, how can we send them out to fight again? The most important thing a commander should do at this time is to order the troops to return to camp and appease the morale of the troops.
After thinking for a while, Dowuduo finally asked: "Great Shaman Ahe, are we going to withdraw our troops today?"
The great shaman of Ahe had a gloomy face, and the anger in his chest was sweeping like thunder, and it was difficult to suppress it.
In the ancestral temple, although the group of shamans are called loyal servants of the shaman god and have a transcendent status, there are also factional fights and intrigues among them.
Ah He, as the Great Shaman of Nine Feathers, is in his own line, and Guang Ni Ni has always been his favorite.
This time, he brought Guang 伮伢 out of the ancestral temple because he wanted Guang 伮伢 to achieve military exploits and successfully become the Seven Feather Shaman when he returned. As long as Guang 伮伢 who was attached to him became a great shaman, then he would be in the ancestral temple.
Naturally, the more you have the right to speak, the more authority you have in your hands.
Unexpectedly, Guang Nianya was actually beheaded by an unknown human youth in front of the battle today, which was as good as breaking one of his arms.
Moreover, all the thought and resources he had spent on Guang Ni Ya in the past were completely wiped out after Guang Ni Ya died. How could he teach him not to be angry?
Hearing Duowuduo's words, Ah Heda Shaman immediately turned his head, stared at Duowuduo coldly, then pointed at Lei Xingkong in the distance with his hand, and said in a deep voice: "No, no matter what happens today,
His head must be chopped off."
"Great Shaman Ahe." Duowuduo thought about his words for a moment, "But the morale of our army has been exhausted, so I'm afraid it's not suitable to fight anymore."...
"Generalissimo, there is no need to say more." The great shaman of Ahe said with murderous intent in his eyes, "I only want his head today!"
"Ahe Great Shaman." Duowuduo advised: "Today's situation... Even if we continue to fight, even if we win, we will lose our troops. Moreover, the Yongjun boy is the vanguard. If we send more warriors from the clan up, they will only
We will withdraw our troops immediately or replace them, so in the end we still won't be able to kill the Yongjun boy."
Hearing this, Shaman Ahe gritted his teeth and pondered for a long time without speaking.
That's right, the Yong Jun boy was just a forward. With his previous record, it was enough for him to go back to Yanyun. Even if he sent more people to the battle at this time, the Yong Jun general would immediately withdraw the boy and the few hundred remaining forwards.
Next, Yong Jun was replaced by Yong Jun who had been waiting at the back. In this way, not only could they not kill the young man, but they could easily give Yong Jun an advantage.
Seeing that the Ahe Great Shaman did not make a sound, Duowuduo knew that his words had an effect, and quickly continued to persuade: "Ahe Great Shaman, please suppress your anger for a moment. Today we will withdraw our troops first. That human boy
Since we serve as the vanguard of Yong's army, we will have plenty of opportunities to kill him in the future, so there is no need to rush."
After pondering for a while, the great shaman Ahe finally nodded and said bitterly: "Okay, today we will do as the general said and withdraw our troops. If we fight again tomorrow, I will personally take action and chop off his head!"
Dowuduo couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said to the messenger beside him: "Send the order, withdraw the troops!"
"Yes, Marshal!"
The herald obeyed the order and immediately went down to deliver the order.
…
On the battlefield, the situation has become one-sided.
Lei Xingkong led the soldiers at the outpost and continued to charge and kill them. The iron officers and disciples followed closely. After a while, most of the remaining 300 barbarians were killed.
"We're still a little short of it! We're about to win!"
Everyone in the Yong army had the belief that they would win, and they just wanted to kill all the barbarians in front of them.
Sudden--
"Woo~~~~~~"
From the side of the barbarian army's main formation, there was a sound of horns.
The barbarian soldiers who were still hesitant to retreat suddenly ran away like rabbits when they heard the sound of the horn, and they all retreated towards the main formation.
Lei Xingkong raised his brows and stopped chasing him. At the same time, he raised his hand to signal everyone behind him to stop too.
It was obvious that the barbarians had withdrawn.
Lei Xingkong stood quietly with his sword in hand, looking at the embarrassment of the barbarians as they retreated, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart: "Finally we won!"
Behind Lei Xingkong, everyone also stopped. They stood there panting, watching the barbarians retreat, and no one said a word.
After watching for a while, Lei Xingkong slowly turned around, glanced at everyone in the forward camp, suddenly stretched out his arm, raised Tianji in his hand, and shouted: "Wan Sheng!"
silence!
moment!
The next moment, everyone in the forward battalion raised their weapons and cheered loudly: "Victory!"
After cheering, Lei Xingkong said loudly with a smile on his face: "Brothers, the barbarian dog has escaped. We have won the battle today. Now I give the order to withdraw our troops and return to camp!"
"Wan Sheng!"
We were greeted by another round of cheers.
Lei Xingkong laughed, sheathed his sword, and took the lead in the direction of Yanyun Fortress.