Tang was expressionless.
He had never heard of Yanwei Camp, and he didn't care. The lord's order is to hope that he can gain an hour, so that Tang Yi can understand the meaning of this order.
Master Bing is not optimistic about the Jackal Corps.
Tang Yi was actually very clear that Mr. Bing never paid much attention to the Jackal Corps. This is not surprising at all, Tang Yi was born in the Southern Cross Corps, and he knows the situation of the Corps very well. What's more, Mr. Bing was in charge of the new barracks back then. These jackal soldiers were far from the reserve soldiers of the vassals before. It's not surprising that Mr. Bing looked down on them.
From the very beginning, Tang Yi was in charge of the Jackal Corps.
After spending a long time with these hard-working jackal soldiers, Tang Yi gradually changed his view of them. These jackal soldiers were very weak, without any tactical accomplishment, but Tang Yi was moved by their hard work.
These gnolls live in the desert, and the harsh environment makes them as tenacious as the plants in the desert.
Humble and speechless, tenacious and tenacious.
In this corps destined to become cannon fodder, no one does not work hard, no one is lazy, and they are not afraid of death. Watching them grow little by little, watching them shed sweat, watching them risk their lives, Tang Yi, who built them with his own hands, volunteered to be their general.
Because Tang Yi has feelings for them, and because Tang Yi is not reconciled.
He was not reconciled, such a tenacious corps was regarded as a cannon fodder corps.
But he also knows that in the Corps, your value is always related to your ability. To get the approval of Master Bing, the Jackal Corps must show enough combat power, and it needs enough victories!
The reason why elites are elites is because of their strong combat power and because of their brilliant record.
The adults asked him to fight for an hour, but what Tang Yi wanted was a victory!
The Yanwei Battalion also spotted the Jackal Corps, and they stopped about one kilometer away from the Jackal Corps.
Zhang Zheng was about forty years old, with a rough appearance, and he looked intently at the jackal army in front of him. When he saw the soul general at the front, he sneered and said, "This battle must be won!"
In order to please him, Ye Jiu offered a price he couldn't refuse. Although he was greedy, he was extremely cautious, repeatedly studying every detail of the Battle of the Jackal Seat. He himself is not strong, but his tactics are quite good. What he fears the most is that soul general with amazing ability to control mana.
Even when he was in Orion, he had never seen such a powerful general who controlled mang!
It's so powerful!
As for the Jackal Corps, he didn't pay much attention to it at all. In his opinion, it was a joke that such an unfamiliar rookie was considered a Corps. Compared with his Yanwei Battalion, the strength of the two sides is far behind.
Zhang Zheng recognized the soul general with the saber in the lead at a glance. It was the soul general who rushed into the battle that day. Such a soul general is very suitable as a sharp knife, but it is completely inappropriate to lead a regiment.
Zhang Zheng was relieved, it seemed that Ye Jiu's arrangement caught Tang Tian and the others by surprise, and they made such a serious mistake!
It's really cheap for yourself!
If he can defeat the jackal corps that has become famous, then his Yanwei Battalion will also rise and become more famous!
Suddenly, the jackal corps in front took the initiative to attack and rushed towards them.
"I don't know how to live or die!" Zhang Zheng's expression turned cold, and he suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Circle formation!"
I saw the Yanwei Battalion's formation suddenly changed, quickly shrinking to the center, forming a perfect circle, and the battle formation was dense.
The opponent's attack was just in line with Zhang Zheng's intentions, the Yanwei battalion's defense was stronger than the attack, he was worried that the opponent would not be able to shrink back, but he didn't expect the opponent's entire army to launch, and he was overjoyed.
I really don't know how to live or die.
The distance between the two sides quickly narrowed.
For some reason, Zhang Zheng always felt that something was wrong, did he miss any detail
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, commander!
That's right! It is command!
The 200 Jackal Corps charged head-on, and the formation was not chaotic at all, it was a standard formation of arrows!
A high-speed charge like this is the most important test of command. If the command is not enough, the formation will inevitably be chaotic. But... the opponent's formation in front of him was not chaotic at all.
not good! This soul general hid his strength last time!
Zhang Zheng, who was suspicious by nature, involuntarily jumped out of this idea in his mind, and his face couldn't help changing slightly.
In such a trance, the Jackal Corps had rushed to a distance of less than 50 meters from them.
"kill!"
It was as if thunder struck the ground, and the situation changed.
The saber in Tang Yi's hand, which was like a door panel, slashed out with a frightening sound of wind. Behind him, the jackal soldiers all swung their scimitars.
Two hundred sword lights, merged into one, rushed straight to it!
The biting killing intent made the soldiers of the Yanwei Battalion tremble in their hearts. Fortunately, Zhang Zheng had rich experience, so he yelled, "Shield!"
The shield soldiers in the corps are located at the outermost periphery of the circular formation, and they simultaneously set up the shields in their hands, injecting real strength crazily.
Fifty shield lights lit up at the same time, forming a mask, protecting the entire regiment inside.
The huge sword light slashed fiercely on the mask.
The mask shattered in an instant, and all the shield soldiers fell backwards as if they had been hit by a heavy hammer in their chests. The companions behind quickly supported them and injected strength into their bodies.
The jackal corps' charge was also stopped, and the huge recoil also made their chest tight. Fortunately, the superiority in numbers prevented them from being injured.
However, they slowed down!
For a corps that is charging, without the advantage of speed, the threat will plummet.
The point is, it's too late for them to turn around at this time.
A trace of killing intent flashed in Zhang Zheng's eyes: "Open!"
A gap was opened in the circular formation, and the unstoppable jackal corps roared into it.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Zheng's mouth. He was full of confidence. Up to now, the battle had fallen into his rhythm. Although fifty shield soldiers were sacrificed, it was undoubtedly extremely cost-effective.
Next, it was his best tactic, positional strangulation!
"Strangle!"
The soldiers formed a small formation, like a pair of scissors that turned rapidly, turning slowly.
The swallowtail is like a knife!
Few people know that this seemingly innocent name has a hidden meaning behind it. This move is Zhang Zheng's most familiar tactic, and countless enemies have been defeated by this move.
Once the positional strangulation begins, it means that victory is not far away.
Seeing the soldiers on the outer layer of the Jackal Corps running around in a hurry, blocking left and right, Zhang Zheng felt extremely proud.
Suddenly, he felt a gaze fall on him.
He looked subconsciously, and what he saw was a pair of icy eyes.
Those indifferent eyes were full of killing intent!
Tang Yi on the horseback suddenly arched his body.
etc! what does this guy want...
A bad idea jumped out of Zhang Zheng's mind.
Tang Yi suddenly jumped into the air, holding the jet-black Zhan Saber high above his head, his body stretched and reflexed, only his face was simple and unremarkable.
The strong murderous intent firmly locks Zhang Zheng!
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The flamingo ran wildly in the desert, and the rich and bright red flames of the flamingo running at high speed were pulled into a horizontal line of fire. Ling Xu is very happy, the speed of the flamingo is faster than before. What's more, Flamingo's martial soul seems to be stronger than before!
I am also stronger than before!
Ling Xu's palm gently rubbed against the flamingo, and the flamingo rubbed its head in his palm affectionately.
I'm very excited, I can't wait, our destination is on the battlefield!
Ling Xu thought silently, suddenly, he raised his face, two black spots appeared in the distance, his expression turned cold, and he went up to meet them without hesitation.
The crane behind saw Ling Xu who suddenly accelerated, and couldn't help showing a helpless expression on his face, this guy has always been like this.
What a guy with no team spirit!
After silently swearing in his heart, the crane's open arms flapped softly like a feather, and the speed suddenly increased.
About twenty-five or sixty-six in Yongxian, dressed in splendid clothes, with a demeanor like a fairy, not stained with the slightest bit of worldliness, he smiled lightly while flying: "Mr. Seniors, juniors are quite surprised."
Guangwu is known as the Blood Swordsman and has been famous for more than 30 years, but because he is too bloodthirsty and brutal, it has been difficult to improve his realm. But his own strength is also extremely strong, ranking 8315th in the Tianbang.
Guangwu has an old face, wrinkled face, white hair like snow, but his eyes are extremely sharp, with a big knife on his back, he squinted his eyes: "The old man never thought that my companion and I would be Yongxian." Nephew! Is Master Bian okay?"
Yongxianzhong is a person with a lot of history. His teacher Bian Wuheng stepped into the sanctuary ten years ago and caused a sensation in the world.
Bian Wuheng has three disciples, they are ranked last in Yongxian, and their strength is also the weakest, but they are also ranked at 8228 in the Tianbang.
The upper body of Yongxianzhong bowed slightly to express his gratitude: "My teacher is still in good health, but he doesn't like foreign affairs and lives in seclusion. Even the younger generation rarely sees him a few times a year."
Guangwu nodded: "To Master Bian, the prosperity of the world is boring."
Suddenly, the two of them stopped talking in unison, and turned their gazes into the distance. Two figures, one red and one black, were shooting towards them.
"It saves us the effort of searching." Yong Xianzhong said casually.
"Hmph, this old man owed Ye Jiu a favor back then, and he paid it back together today!" Guang Wu licked his lips, his eyes full of murderous intent: "Today we must kill to the fullest!"
Yong Xianzhong's face was calm as usual, but he was not happy in his heart. He came from a famous family, so he naturally didn't like such a warrior like a demon.
His eyes turned to the enemy, quite interested. He has heard rumors about Tang Tian these days, but he is quite interested in these people in Tang Tian. Everyone knows that Yongxianzhong is Bian Wuheng's closed disciple, but few people know that he is also Ye Jiu's son-in-law. Ye Jiu's daughter is his wife.
Ye Jiu is his father-in-law, and Ye Chaoge is his brother-in-law, how can he refuse
However, it is interesting.
Guangwu couldn't hold back the murderous desire in his heart for a long time, and rushed towards the red figure first. In mid-air, Guangwu drew his knife out of its sheath, and with a loud sound, like an eagle pouncing a rabbit, he slammed into the air!
The blade glowed like blood.
Such a violent knife!
The center of Yongxian was awe-inspiring, but what he didn't expect was that the martial artist riding a bird was so brave that he took advantage of his momentum to rise into the sky against the blood-red sword light.
A silver cold glow bloomed in his vision.