Half a quarter of an hour later, the human race and the aquatic race began to retreat, because there were more than 500,000 barbarians standing on each city wall, and more and more barbarians were constantly climbing up the city walls.
Now more than half of the human race’s forces are attacking the barbarians on the city wall, so that even if the barbarians outside the city wall are lined up in dense formations, there will not be heavy casualties.
When the number of barbarians on each wall of Ning'an City exceeded one million, the barbarians finally sounded the horn of a major charge.
Then, more than ten million barbarians rushed towards the city walls from all sides of Ning'an City.
Millions of barbarians were surging like huge waves, with their momentum soaring into the sky and murderous intent in the air, as if as long as they climbed onto the city wall, they would crush the human army with great force and achieve a decisive victory, and then they would attack the city together with the kings.
High in the sky, Niushan was fighting with Langyuan.
Fang Yun continued to give orders, but everyone could see that as more and more barbarians appeared on the city wall, the human casualties became more and more severe, and no matter how perfect the command was, it would be of no avail.
After all, the barbarians use their lives to create advantages.
Under the sound of the barbarian charge horns, tens of millions of barbarians ran like ants devouring elephants, climbing the city walls, climbing onto the top of the city walls, and attacking the human race...
Ning'an City seemed to be about to be submerged by the tide of barbarians.
Suddenly, green gas gushed out from behind Fang Yun, and a black iron-colored writing desk filled with an iron-blooded aura and metallic texture rose high into the sky, madly absorbing the vital energy of heaven and earth.
All the scholars and the demon barbarians whose demon rank was higher than that of the demon generals instinctively glanced at the strange black and shiny writing desk.
On top of the literary platform stood a building, a temple.
On the plaque of the temple, it is written "Temple of King Wucheng".
Wu Temple Wentai.
Everyone was attracted by this peculiar writing platform and looked inside the temple instinctively.
The gate of the Martial Temple was open, and a statue of an old man stood in the deepest part of the temple. He stood proudly, with a high forehead, flowing white beard, wearing a hemp robe and straw sandals.
The barbarians could not recognize him, but many scholars immediately recognized that this was Jiang Shang Jiang Ziya, also known as Taigong, who was named King Wucheng.
Jiang Ziya has another title, the ancestor of soldiers, the founder of military strategists.
Jiang Ziya is depicted as a king, with statues of his subjects lined up on both sides.
Some of the faces of the statues in the two rows are clear, while others are blurred. Every reader can call out the names of those with clear faces.
Han Xin, Wei Qing, Li Guang, Li Mu and others.
A few people immediately remembered that, except for Jiang Ziya, all the people with clear faces in the Temple of Martial Arts were related to Fang Yun's works.
Everyone was happy and surprised. They were happy that Fang Yun had actually created a brand new military platform, and the aura of this platform was unparalleled and would definitely be ranked among the strongest platforms. They were surprised that Fang Yun had now condensed seven platforms. Although the more platforms the better, if they could not be mastered, seven platforms would be far inferior to one.
Everyone saw that Jiang Ziya, the ancestor of war in the Temple of Martial Arts, blinked and disappeared.
Afterwards, Jiang Ziya's shadow appeared behind Fang Yun, a book appeared on his chest, and an invisible force enveloped the entire Ning'an City.
A bright light flashed across the city.
Only a great scholar could discover that the book in Jiang Ziya's hand was actually "Six Strategies", also known as "Tai Gong's Art of War", and that the book happened to be turned to the volume "Defending the Territory", which was Tai Gong's instructions to King Wen on how to protect the country.
All the soldiers in Ning'an City felt that they had gained the trust of the Queen Mother, the King and Fang Yun, and all their fatigue and confusion were swept away.
At the same time, all the weapons in Ning'an City made a slight hum, and the power of the weapons increased!
A crab demon general looked at his two crab claws in surprise. He didn't know what happened, but the power of the two crab claws suddenly increased. It used to consume a lot of energy and blood to crush a demon general to death, but just now he easily cut the demon general in half.
A military scholar suddenly showed surprise. He had just used his military tactics on a battalion of archers, which could make the archers stronger in a short period of time and shoot more arrows. He did not expect that the effect would be twice as much as before!
A newly promoted Grand Secretary blinked his eyes. His Grand Secretary's defensive battle shield was obviously very weak, but he had just endured seven spells and was still standing.
"Fang Xusheng's new writing platform is effective for everyone! It can strengthen weapons, strengthen the bodies of water creatures, and increase all military tactics!"
"Not only that! The power of all protective defenses has also been enhanced. The power of all protective war poems of our human race has been increased by at least 50%, or even doubled!"
"What kind of writing desk is this? It's terrible!"
"With the increase in weapon power, the increase in military tactics, and the increase in defensive battle poems, our strength will at least double!"
All the military scholars were ecstatic. There were many kinds of military writing platforms, but none of them could compare to the one in the Temple of Martial Arts.
Jiang Taigong's shadow suddenly disappeared and returned to the Temple of Martial Arts.
With the power of Jiang Taigong, the human race becomes more and more courageous.
Everyone continued to fight, but some people discovered that a translucent figure appeared behind Fang Yun, the Archery Saint Li Guang.
The statue of Li Guang in the Temple of Martial Arts disappeared.
Wei Qing is good at attacking, Li Guang is good at defending; Wei Qing is good at planning, Li Guang is brave.
Wherever Wei Qing went, the barbarians fled; the city occupied by Li Guang was never breached by the barbarians.
The two military strategists of the same generation both possessed unparalleled power in their respective fields.
When Li Guang appeared, a faint white light appeared on the bodies, bows, crossbows and arrows of all human archers.
Arrows were flying all over the sky.
Puff puff…
One barbarian after another was hit by arrows.
Many soldiers who had been recording the battlefield were stunned, because just one round of shooting from the north wall killed 10,000 barbarians and seriously injured 6,000.
Afterwards, an even more unbelievable scene appeared. The power of the arrows shot by all the war poetry soldiers also increased!
The war poems and soldiers themselves were glowing with light, and although the power of Li Guang from the Martial Temple was bestowed upon them, no one could see it.
Fang Yun issued an order, asking more scholars to summon war poems and soldiers using bows and crossbows.
Next, the human race attacked the barbarians with arrows.
Large groups of barbarians fell and died, and even entire tribes were wiped out.
The barbarian kings were stunned in the air. It took them a long time to react. They ordered the army to retreat three miles and abandon the dense formation to attack the city.
Because, just a few breaths ago, the strongest round of volleys from archers, machines and war poets resulted in the deaths of 120,000 barbarians!
Not injured, but killed.
However, the Terrans did not stop shooting.
The retreating barbarians almost became sitting ducks.
After the last barbarian retreated three miles away, deafening cheers rang out from the top of Ning'an City.
The demon kings had no time to care about the human race, but instead calculated the casualties and came up with a number that made them shudder.
From the appearance of the Wumiao Wentai to the retreat of the last barbarian, as many as six million barbarians were killed in this short period of time!
Normally, only so many barbarians would die in one day.
How did they die
Many barbarian kings looked towards Ning'an City with great regret. If they had known this would happen, they should not have used a dense formation to charge.
The leader of the rebels gnashed his teeth and said, "Fang Yun has already built this new writing platform, and has been waiting for us to charge in a dense formation!"
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