According to Mi Xiaojing's judgment, the two sides were evenly matched. Dragon City's only advantage was that it occupied a higher terrain than the opponent. There was no decisive factor. The competition between the two sides was still dominated by people.
A low horn sounded, and more than a dozen flags were erected. In the cold weapon era, the function of flags and horns was to convey orders.
Black dots appeared on the horizon, and soon they connected into a line, and a faint rumble came, which was the sound of violent bulls stepping on the ground.
The horns on both sides were getting louder and louder, and the whole atmosphere began to become tense.
Mi Xiaojing looked around curiously. At this time, he had withdrawn his spiritual consciousness, because he found that looking with his spiritual consciousness would be much less fun, and he could feel the invisible atmosphere more with his eyes.
The trumpet sounds, the flag flutters, and the hoofbeats sound like thunder!
At this time, Mi Xiaojing saw a strange scene. Countless people were building a wooden structure, which was three thigh-thick wooden pillars crossed together. One end was buried in the ground, and the other end was sharpened and burned with fire to form a Hard spire.
Soon, the ground was covered with such shelves, and many people were digging holes. The holes were very narrow, only one person wide, and had many twists and turns.
This was the case on both sides. Maybe this was a tactic, but Mi Xiaojing didn't understand it anyway.
Monk Lingdu explained: "This is a thorn rack, a pile of wooden thorns, to prevent the opponent's violent bull attack and to hinder it."
Mi Xiaojing really doesn't understand. With his method, or any immortal's method, this kind of obstacle trench can be flattened with just a slap, and it can be flattened with the power of heaven and earth. It has no meaning at all.
Then he realized that this was a mortal battle. Although these things were useless to immortals or even cultivators, they were very useful to mortals.
Immediately afterwards, racks of bows and crossbows were set up and placed behind piles of thorns and thorns along the ditch. Some people were busy, stringing the bows and preparing to launch.
Mi Xiaojing discovered that these densely packed crossbows were of different sizes, but the smallest ones required an oxcart to drag them.
He used his spiritual consciousness to scan through it, because the spiritual consciousness scan can quickly know the specific number. Only then did he discover that these crossbows were divided into areas. There were thousands of crossbows in the front and rear, divided into seven areas, three of which were divided into seven areas. In front, four behind.
Even where Mi Xiaojing and the others were, someone came to set up a thorn stand. The arrangement was very strict, leaving only a few passages, and a big flag was erected here. This was a big red flag. There was also a big flag on the opposite side. A similar large flag was raised in one place.
According to Monk Lingdu, this is a non-war zone. Except for specific personnel, only the wounded can enter, and no one else can enter.
The people from Longcheng Temple quickly set up leather tents. Most of these leathers were made of violent cow and earth dragon skins. They were thick and waterproof, and could also protect against ordinary arrows.
Neither side launched an attack, but arranged step by step.
Mi Xiaojing asked in confusion: "Why not attack directly?"
The great monk Lingdu smiled and said: "This is the rule. We have to fight before we come up... This kind of fight has been going on for hundreds of years. They maintain a fighting state with each other and do not ask to occupy the other side's city. It is just a simple fight."
Mi Xiaojing was stunned, what is this? Fighting? Kill for fun? Be sick!
But he quickly calmed down. There are all kinds of wonders in the world, so this trivial matter shouldn't be anything, so just watch the fun.
Busy and noisy, everyone is working enthusiastically. Only the Earth Dragon Knights do not have to do anything. Their only task is to be alert to the opponent's impact.
For three days in a row, thorn racks and piles of wooden thorns were set up. Thin and winding trenches spread across the land, and most of the people with knives and bows and arrows rested beside the trenches. After three days of busy work, one by one they finally stopped. down.
Smoke rose, piles of fires rose, and the aroma of various foods filled the battlefield. Mi Xiaojing found strangely that these people were not nervous at all, and their mood was more like that of those who were out for a picnic.
Mi Xiaojing was sitting on a wooden platform not far away. This was a specially built wooden platform so that he could see clearly.
The monks at Longcheng Temple really wanted to enshrine Mi Xiaojing. Mi Xiaojing didn't need to think about anything, they had already thought of it thoughtfully.
This wooden platform is not too high, about six or seven meters, and it has the flag of Longcheng Temple. No knights or warriors with a little common sense will attack this wooden platform.
The battlefield can be clearly seen here. Mi Xiaojing's eyesight is very good, and even if there are places that cannot be seen, he can see them with his spiritual consciousness.
The battle finally started on the fourth day. To Mi Xiaojing's surprise, only one person from each side came out.
Monk Lingdu explained: "This is a unique fighting general here! Knights fight each other, warriors fight each other, and small teams fight each other, until the final brawl."
Mi Xiaojing asked curiously: "Is there such a way?"
Monk Lingdu said: "This is tradition..."
Mi Xiaojing asked in confusion: "If we fight like this, many people will die, right?"
Monk Lingdu said: "No, there are not many dead people, but there are a lot of injuries! This is why we are here. If we don't treat them in time, many people will die."
Mi Xiaojing couldn't understand it at all, and he asked: "Why fight like this?"
Monk Lingdu sighed and said: "Inexplicable enemies often appear here. Every time they appear, it is a huge disaster. Many warriors must fight... At that time, there will be real heavy casualties."
Another great monk said: "Not just ordinary people, even our Longcheng Temple is the same, and even many cultivators will go to fight..."
Mi Xiaojing asked curiously: "What kind of enemy is it?"
The great monk said: "Devil!"
Mi Xiaojing was stunned for a moment, devil? Could it be referring to the ghosts in the ghost world
"The world of spirits and ghosts?"
Monk Lingdu shook his head and said, "No, it's not that kind of ghost..."
Mi Xiaojing suddenly remembered that when he entered the city, he saw crossbows mounted on the city wall. Now it seemed that he was not dealing with cultivators, but the so-called devils.
He asked with some confusion: "What kind is that?"
Monk Lingdu said: "Every ten years or so, the time is not fixed. A group of fierce people will appear in the far west. They are different from us. They have black patterns all over their bodies, and they are all extremely ferocious... The key is. , they eat people! That’s why they are called devils by us people here.”
Mi Xiaojing had scanned the entire planet. He remembered his previous observation that there was a desert with no grass growing on it. Then he understood that this should be a point connected to a small world in the void. The people in that small world Will invade here.