According to ancient rules, both sides should stop and send their generals to challenge each other. The outcome of the duel does not represent the victory or defeat of the army, but at least the soldiers of the winning side will be in high spirits; when the strength of both sides is similar, the morale of the soldiers often determines the final victory.
Wang Jian also stood up, flew into the air, and laughed loudly: "General Nangong, war is not a joke, and it is not something that can be decided by one person. I'm sorry, I respect your spirit, but I don't agree with your approach. When you wanted to invade Anyang, did you ever think that this day would come! Everyone listen to my order, speed up and move forward."
Not only did I not accept the challenge, I accelerated forward!
Except for a few experts who were on guard against Nangong Zhi, the remaining elite soldiers bypassed Nangong Zhi and continued to attack. The 30,000 soldiers of Nanyang County who were left behind were now less than 20,000, so how could they be a match for the 40,000 elite soldiers of Anyang? The soldiers of Anyang fired from a distance, and fought with magic weapons and talismans when they got close.
I have a lot of money, I will use it to hit you!
The armament of an Anyang soldier, not counting guns, is almost dozens of times that of the elite soldiers of Nanyang County. The soldiers of Nanyang County are "normal", wearing ordinary cold weapon armor, and most of them use ordinary cold weapons; only a few soldiers will engrave some formations on their weapons, making them low-level magic weapons - or perhaps they don't even reach the threshold of low-level magic weapons.
On the other hand, the soldiers of Anyang, fully equipped with magic weapons, are no match for the soldiers of Nanyang County.
Magical weapons determine the combat capability of cultivators. One magic weapon can increase combat capability by 30% to 50%, and a set of magic weapons can at least increase the combat capability of cultivators by three or two times! Therefore, after just one encounter, three to four thousand soldiers from Nanyang County fell; after fighting for a while, only seven to eight thousand people were left in Nanyang County. On the other hand, there were also deaths on the Anyang side, but the total number was only four to five hundred.
"Monster, run!" Some soldiers from Nanyang County finally collapsed completely. Those who remained until the end were all elite soldiers, but they still collapsed.
The soldiers of Anyang continued to march at an unhurried pace, shouting slogans in unison, and constantly drove away the fleeing soldiers of Nanyang. The 40,000 elite soldiers of Anyang formed several indestructible dams, rumbling forward and rolling forward.
In the sky, Nangong Zhi and Wang Jian were confronting each other; Nangong Zhi was angry and helpless, but Wang Jian faced it with ease, with a somewhat arrogant look.
Nangong Zhi looked at the one-sided battle below and finally couldn't help but speak: "The matter of fighting the general has always been praised as a good story and a symbol of heroism. The general dare not accept the fight, is he afraid of losing?"
Wang Jian chuckled, "Sorry, fighting with generals is a thing of the past. Besides, fighting with generals is indeed a good thing, but it is definitely not an excuse for losers to hope for a way out! If we are evenly matched now, it is not a bad idea to fight with generals; however, now that we have an absolute advantage, why should we give up the advantage for the sake of illusory face and give the enemy a chance to breathe! Besides, you are: invaders! You are invaders, what qualifications do you have to ask me to fight with you!"
"If you do this, no one will give you Anyang a chance to breathe in the future."
Wang Jian suddenly showed a trace of sarcasm on his face: "I am a general. I will use the sword in my hand to seek my own victory, instead of begging for others' mercy. Did you get all your victories by kneeling down and begging for mercy?"