Lejuzhai.
A war is breaking out.
Hundreds of black-clothed warriors held high shields, brandished sabers, and rushed towards the stockade shouting slogans.
The villagers standing on the wall of the village drew their bows and let go of arrows. Arrows flew out and landed on the shields, making a creaking noise. There were not many targets that could be hit, and they weren’t using strong bows. , Even if it hits the target, it is often only a minor injury.
However, the samurai composed of guardian courts were not long-time sergeants, but some sparse bows and arrows made these samurai slow down and stagnate, and some people turned and retreated.
At this time, the supervising team played a role. After cutting off a few fleeing guys with their hands, they quickly stabilized the military's spirit, and everyone began to slowly move forward.
"A mob!"
Shi Zhongwei, who was standing behind watching the battle, snorted coldly.
As the president of Hexi Qing Suppression, Shi Zhongwei would naturally go to battle at this time.
There were dozens of people standing beside him, all of them were Gentlemen with successful cultivation.
"That's right, let me say that there is a fart to send these wastes. There are not so many people, let's go together, and directly flatten the house, it is simple and easy." A Huang Mao Yuanshi said.
"You know what a fart!" said a purple-haired and white-clothed Gentleman: “A well-trained centuries of forged warriors can easily kill seven or eight Qi-entraining Geniuses. It's not uncommon to kill the boiled blood. Need. Zhiyuan Shi is also a human being, just mastering some powerful forces, but as long as the essence of life has not changed, it is impossible to ignore the effect of quantity."
"Exactly!" someone else said: "Unless the cultivation base reaches the Shaking Light Realm, the attack can fly into the sky and the ground, the guard can regenerate the limbs, the organs are rebuilt, and the life level changes dramatically, otherwise the existence of a sergeant will always have its meaning. ."
"Even in the Shaking Light Realm, if you face a group of Open Sun Realm troops, you still have to retreat. Unless your cultivation level is worse than the third level, you can never ignore the existence of numbers."
"It is precisely because of this that several patriarchs made up their minds to use these hillbillies to train their troops. Four hundred elite warriors, coupled with us, may not be able to fight even those who are strong." Someone confidently said.
"Zhan Yaoguang? Thinking too far." Someone sneered disdainfully.
Shaking the light was the limit of the human race, and for many people, it was a far too distant ranking.
The fact is indeed the case, like a character like Eleven Uncle Shi’s pioneering wasteland, anyone here can easily kill everyone here.
Yaoguang is different from other realms in that it is a threshold, and the difference in strength is huge. Many people judge Yaoguang based on the gap between stimulating qi, boiling blood, and opening yang. It is destined to make big mistakes.
But now there is no need to say these morale-damaging words.
On the battlefield, the battle continues.
The warriors have begun to approach the wall under the pressure of the supervising team, and at the same time, the villagers above have begun to throw short spears.
The tip of this short spear is smeared with poison, and it is heavier than an arrow. It is more powerful when used in the hands of villagers. After some warriors were hit by spears, their wounds quickly festered, clutching their wounds and wailing, but the warriors in the rear were unmoved, just constantly forcing them to charge.
As long as you don't die, you must charge, either on the charge road or in the hands of the supervising team.
If there are generals who are good at military training here, they will definitely shake their heads and curse: This is a fart training.
I only know that people are not afraid of death. If this is also called training, then training is too simple.
However, the fact is that even bloodline nobles do not have the ability to train soldiers. Geniuses only know how to practice and don't know how to lead soldiers, so this battle is not only training soldiers, but also generals.
But even so, the pressure from the 400 elite warriors is still unbearable for the villagers in Lejuzhai.
Although the siege is not strong, the quality of the defense is even worse.
Faced with the tsunami-like charge of these hundreds of warriors, many villagers were scared and lost their souls. Many people regretted that they should not confront the nobles. If it weren't for the guardian beast's hole card, I'm afraid it would collapse on the spot.
Despite this, there is still smoke everywhere on the simple wall.
Watching this scene, Chale also regretted it.
It was not that he regretted doing the right thing with the nobles, but that he had not listened to Su Chen's suggestions earlier.
Su Chen had warned him more than ten days ago that after the bloodline nobles tried several times, they would definitely fight hard. If all the villages in Hexilin don't rush together, they will be destroyed one by one sooner or later.
However, the unity of the villages in one place meant a huge inconvenience in life. The villagers who had been cut off by the blood nobles could not bear more pain, so Chale had been hesitant.
In fact, he still had a glimmer of hope in his mind, thinking that the bloodline nobles would not do things to this point. It's just raising the price to three times the original price. Those nobles don't have to fight with them for this profit. After the previous trial failed, it has proved that their power is worth the price.
This is also the psychological manifestation of most underdogs. They always have a fluke mentality about bad things and are full of inexplicable expectations for their opponents.
It wasn't until the last moment that hope was broken, but it was too late.
Looking at the murdered noble army at this moment, the hope in Chale's heart is that those who are asked for help can quickly rescue him.
As long as these people can be saved, Chale is willing to agree to any conditions.
"The village chief, there is a noble warrior in the northwest corner!" a villager rushed over and shouted.
"You guys go and block there, hurry up!" Chale called.
Several mobile team villagers hurried over, but when they arrived, more than a dozen warriors on the wall broke through the blockade and went up to the wall to fight.
The walls of Leju Village are now leaking everywhere, and enemies are clinging to them everywhere.
"The village chief, send out the holy beast!" a villager warrior called: "We can't hold it anymore."
"But..." Chale looked at the Geniuses in the distance.
As the village chief, he can at least judge one of the simplest situations, that is, once the guardian beasts are dispatched, the source warriors must also take action.
With the number and fierceness of those Geniuses, the fierce beast is definitely not an opponent, and the battle will end sooner.
On the contrary, as it is now, only the battle of ordinary samurai is more conducive to delaying time.
However, many things cannot be done knowingly.
Leju Village is full of flames, and one villager after another has died in a pool of blood.
Sorrowful screams sounded one after another, and people were falling down every moment.
Those were all the names he was familiar with, and he looked at him before he died, and seemed to be wondering why the old village chief didn't let the sacred beasts be dispatched until now.
The correct approach does not mean that it can be understood. The individual's will appears so weak under the coercion of the masses, and it also forces Chale to commit a mistake if he knows it is wrong.
He closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look again, just saying:
"Send the sacred beast."
"Roar!"
A string of beast howls sounded.
Two huge figures enveloped the wall, and also enveloped the entire enemy's position.
As the two fierce beasts rushed in, a bloody storm was set off in the samurai army, and the villagers on the wall of the wall shouted excitedly at the same time, as if victory was already at hand.