Under the city wall, waves of battle formations composed of third-order legions swept towards the city wall like a tide.
On the city wall, countless ashigaru were temporarily pulled in, followed by a supervisory team composed of several samurai. Not far away, there were several third-level warriors about ten meters apart, and there was a fourth-level monitor within a hundred meters. , forming a series of tight anti-locks.
However, although all these defenses are considerable, they are an insurmountable obstacle anywhere in the world.
But facing the enemies below who were attacking them, they seemed so insignificant.
An army composed of third-level soldiers surged forward. For every fifty third-level soldiers, there was a fourth-level captain as the captain, and each team had a fifth-level general as the general.
This kind of strength configuration can be called luxurious wherever it is placed, and no one among all the existing daimyo can display it.
Such an army of 500 men led by a fifth-level commander is the enemy of this fortified city in the world.
Because of their numerical disadvantage, the cannon fodder Ashigaru, who were composed of ordinary people on the city wall, and even the ordinary samurai who were only second level, were quite relaxed in mentality.
"After all, we have 5,000 people here! With a ten-fold difference in numbers, we shouldn't lose no matter what."
This is the thought of most of them, and also the thought of these people with insufficient strength.
They did not see the distinguished third-level generals above their heads at all. Even the more noble ones, the fourth-level commanders who had a small city as their fiefdom, all had solemn expressions on their faces.
There was even a hint of paleness on their faces where no one noticed it, and drops of sweat traced down their foreheads, showing that their hearts were not as peaceful as they appeared on the surface.
Although there are only 500 people, the soldiers below are all magnificent and exude an aura unique to the strong, which is intimidating.
When these strong men gather together and follow the strict discipline of those who follow orders and prohibitions, and become a whole, the power formed is enough to move mountains and seas, destroying anything that stands in front of them.
A person's power is weak. He is weak when he has not reached the limit of life and has not been sublimated.
But if everyone gathers together, even if everyone's power is still weak, the impact I can have is enough to make the gods awe.
500 people were connected together, their respective qi machines were intertwined with each other, and their respective powers were connected through the formation passed down by Zhong Yu, and finally formed a strength comparable to that of a demigod.
The monstrous blood cloud appeared on the bodies of these 500 people, and finally slowly condensed into a blood sword. The sword was light and slid in the air, looking quite elegant.
Many people have never seen such a wonder in the world, and have not even heard of its magnificence. However, none of the defenders on the city wall had any intention of appreciating it. Instead, they became distracted.
The enemy's hero is my enemy.
As long as it is the enemy's method on the battlefield, no matter how beautiful, spectacular, or strange it is, it cannot hide the fact that it is very likely to take his own life.
Although this coquettish blood sword is beautiful, and although the posture of the sword flying in the air is unheard of, everyone feels the cold murderous intention from it, which goes straight to the bottom of their hearts, making everyone tremble and feel the breath of death envelope their entire body. .
"Oh my God, what is that? Amaterasu Omikami!..."
On top of the city, a ragged Ashigaru with a weathered face, holding a sharpened bamboo pole tightly in his hand, knelt on the ground, praying to his faith with fear on his face.
brush!
A streak of blood appeared, and then three feet of blood splashed on the city head, reflecting a beautiful scene.
The pious face that could not hide the fear followed the severed head as it rolled around the city head several times and stopped only after hitting the corner.
"Everyone listen, now there is no way to retreat. Anyone who dares to fear the enemy without fighting, disturb the morale of our army, and disrupt military discipline will be killed without mercy! This is the end."
A man in a black samurai uniform with a majestic face held a sharp blade that was still bleeding under the sun and said to all the cannon fodder behind him who showed fear.
However, after he had finished speaking, he looked at these ignorant ashigaru with a majestic look on his face, ready to enjoy their envious and frightened gazes.
After waiting for a long time, there was no response as expected. I only saw that the people in front of me were stunned, their eyes full of fear, but they didn't seem to appear because of the act of establishing their power just now.
On the contrary, it was because something more terrifying happened that made them unable to move and their thoughts froze.
"what happened?"
The black-clothed samurai thought this in his heart, full of doubts. He couldn't help but follow the gazes of these ashigaru, turned around and looked into the air behind him, and couldn't help but be stunned.
I saw the blood-colored long sword that was originally flying in the air in the distance, now like a swimming dragon, extremely fast, and carrying incomparable power, rushing towards me.
And under his feet, it was the city wall that had been in quite a state of disrepair and had some slight wear and tear.
The blood-colored sword shadow in his pupils became clearer and clearer, and grew larger as time went by. After a while, he didn't know how long, it was completely reflected in his eyes.
It was at this moment that a loud roar came in my ears. As for him, his vision went dark and he lost all consciousness.
Not long after the black-clothed warrior lost consciousness, a 10-meter-high and four-meter-thick wall was constructed entirely of soil, with some bricks and stones in the center. The extremely solid city wall trembled a few times, and was covered with cracks. After a while, he suddenly fell down.
Immediately afterwards, a wide passage more than ten meters wide came into view, directly in the eyes of the 500 dojo soldiers who had rushed more than ten meters away from the city wall.
Then, without stopping at all, these soldiers directly crossed the city wall and rushed towards a remote corner of the city under the surprised eyes of countless defenders.
At this moment, there are still 15 minutes left before the two-hour countdown.
In other places, this kind of thing happened one after another, and the resistance of all the defenders was defeated by the same method. No matter how the defenders responded, they could not stop the determination of the dojo troops to reach the node.
Even if there are some cities that are very difficult to attack and have sufficient defenses, it will be difficult to capture them just by the troops that go to receive the nodes.
However, Zhong Yu, who was monitoring the entire war from the rear and always ready for support, intervened and directly defeated it with incomparable power.
The power of a demigod is no joke, let alone the strongest one among the demigods.
From then on, before the final time came, a huge formation covering the land of the eight countries was completed.
Everything comes to an end.
(End of chapter)