The drums of war thumped.
The sound spreads thousands of miles in all directions, and the air moves the sea of clouds.
Amidst the loud noise, Luge took a step forward, and the Xuanjia Battalion behind him also showed their weapons. Yunyang's army swept over like a tidal wave, as if they were going to swallow them up and burn the city behind them. At this distance, they could clearly hear every shout of killing on the opposite side. The soldiers in Yunyang had fanatical smiles on their faces, as if they had already seen the glorious future of exchanging their heads for rewards.
Lord Yunyang narrowed his eyes and looked at the army in Yuxi City from a distance.
He didn't let go of his hanging heart, because whether it was Xuanjia Camp or Wangdong Camp, although the soldiers were as silent as death, they didn't collapse under the heavy pressure. It’s like a fully drawn bowstring, stretched to the extreme bit by bit, it will either break with a snap, or it will inevitably shoot a sharp arrow that pierces the sky—
Sure enough, when the distance between the two sides was further shortened, the army of Yuxi City finally moved.
At that moment, there seemed to be the sound of a young tiger roaring, wrapped in the momentum of the wind and thunder. Facing an army five times larger than their own, they rushed forward without hesitation. No one knew how long they had been waiting for this moment. In their past lives, they have indeed lived on like ants, but now they will be like heroes.
The moment they met each other, Lord Yunyang's heart suddenly sank a little.
The army in Yuxi City was still not scattered.
Some people died in battle, some were seriously injured, some were cut down to the ground and their lives were unknown, but no one escaped.
They were doing their own work, they filled up the positions of the sacrificed companions in an orderly manner, and they took a heavy step, carrying Yunyang's army forward. The advance speed of the Xuanjia Battalion was very slow, but when they moved, they were like heavy rolling carts, and the long knives on their helmets became curled, and the horses could not hit the giant shield in front of them, and the iron arrows could not shoot Wear their armor. Their two wings are slowly disintegrating, but everyone is like a chisel cutting a gap in Yunyang's army.
Compared with them, the battle at Wangdongying was much easier.
The sound of shouting and killing shook people's eardrums, and countless blood was sprinkled in the air at the moment when the soldiers were handed over. Before the severed head fell, the people behind had stepped over the corpse and moved on. The battle between the light armor was all about life and death, and the mobility gained at the expense of defense gave them room to flex their muscles, but it also allowed their casualties to increase significantly compared to the Xuanjia battalion.
But it doesn't matter.
kill! Kill it and it's over!
The only thing to pay attention to is the enemy in front of you, and the surrounding attacks are left to the surrounding companions to deal with.
As long as you focus on killing people, it doesn't matter what the casualties are, as long as this life can replace more than two people, this life is not considered wasted. Someone will remember their name, someone will take care of their family, someone will pass on their story. So what is there to be afraid of
If you want my life, I will give it to you.
But I have undergone more rigorous training than you, and I have seen a wider landscape than you.
Therefore, my life is more precious than yours.
If you want to take it, you will have to pay more human lives in exchange—
It's cheap for you two. want it? Come on then.
Take your life for your life!
The Xuanjia camp had just advanced less than a hundred meters away, and the Wangdong camp had already fought four or five hundred meters directly against Yunyang's army. There was no one to clean up the mess all over the place, and the smell of blood dyed everyone's eyes red. The so-called refugees are actually a group of homeless and lonely ghosts, so who turned them into this state? Who took their fields, who took their property, who abused their wives
Who trampled them under their feet, who beat and scolded them like pigs and dogs at will
In Wangdongying, Selaginella gritted his teeth, rationally told him not to fight like this, if the fight continued like this, the brothers might all die. But after he really started to kill, he found that he couldn't control the situation, and the emotions of the past gushed out in an instant, and even he himself was deeply infected by this atmosphere.
His father was loyal to Yunyang, but was sentenced to the military camp for treason and espionage.
All the property was confiscated, and the mother died in grief.
As a general, he was exiled to the west of Yunyang. He lived in this world without ghosts or ghosts, but he still cherished his life, thinking that there might be one way to help his father get justice.
Now, Yunyang's direct troops are here, and even the lord of Yunyang is standing there!
After ten years of drinking ice, the blood in my heart is not cold, and it is burning at this moment.
Wang Dongying didn't know who yelled first:
"kill!!!"
This sound seemed to spit out all the bad breath pent up in his chest, and he could faintly hear a slightly mournful cry. Everyone is dying, and they survived humiliation, isn't it just to kill themselves with the knife in their hands one day? At this moment, the world seems to be overshadowed, and they can only see the bright red color in their eyes. In this gray and hopeless world, only the blood of the enemy is the only reality.
"kill!!"
Countless voices created a wave. Among the voices roaring with all their strength, what Yunyang's army shouted when they charged seemed insignificant. On the other side of Yunyang, some people began to back down, some people reined in the horses, and some people opened their eyes wide and looked at the group of guys who rushed forward—the soldiers in the Dongying camp were already like red-eyed evil spirits in their eyes.
The Selaginella spear picked up an enemy general, and he was slashed on the arm with a knife, and blood spattered his face. He punched the opponent's helmet with a backhand, and the steel helmet was dented inward. The life and death of that Yunyang soldier was unknown, and the flesh of Selaginella's own fist was also cracked, and thick blood flowed out.
The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, the clang of the armor.
The body is covered with sores and drank heavily, blood stains and residual wine are all over the clothes!
Everyone's attention fell on this side, and Yunyang's army quickly increased its troops to this side.
Lord Yunyang mobilized the soldiers and horses in his hands, his face was as gloomy as water. He knew very well that Wangdongying was a desperate fight, but an army with a determination to die was always the most difficult to deal with on the battlefield. He was there when the previous generation of Bai Yi fought his last battle. It is impossible to say that he was not a little shocked.
He was very afraid that this battle would directly destroy the spirit of his own army, and that he would suffer a big loss in the subsequent siege battle.
Most armies will collapse as soon as they lose their achievements, and elite troops will also start to retreat after a sudden drop of 20 to 30%.
Because once the army formation is broken through, the survivors will trample on each other, the commander's order is no longer efficient, the soldiers can't find their position, and they don't know what to do next. The most important thing is that they don't know whether the people around them will escape, and the final result is a complete defeat.
But Wang Dongying is very clear about what he wants to do, and he also knows that the people around him will continue to do it with him.
Only by quickly destroying the Wangdong camp can the Yunyang army be completely stabilized, and then slowly nibble on those iron bumps in the Xuanjia camp.
The siege started instantly, and the generals in Yunyang were well aware of the situation. After all, there were less than 2,000 people in Wang Dongying, and even if they had to sacrifice their lives, Yunyang could directly bury them on the frontal battlefield. Luge planned to take the Xuanjia Battalion to rescue, but Yunyangwei, who had been wandering outside the battlefield, came up at this time. The iron armor of the Xuanjia Battalion was strong enough to withstand the attacks of ordinary soldiers, but it was of little advantage in front of this special army whose average strength was above the fourth level.
"Wang Dongying!!"
Among the crowds, Selaginella yelled loudly, stabbed the spear in his hand into the chest of a Yunyang soldier, and said loudly:
"Hold the knives in your hands, and keep your eyes open! If I can survive today, I will rule the world, and no one will dare to claim to be an elite in front of us!"