If it were in the past, the old man would just draw his knife and chop this arrogant kid to death.
But today, none of it matters.
So amidst the rumbling war drums on the top of the city, the old man laughed heartily, his white hair flying, and the wisdom in his eyes was unfathomable.
"My dear nephew, I don't know what your credentials are, but if you really want to charge into the formation, I suggest you charge at the right wing of the demon soldiers. Yes, in that direction. You don't have to worry about the demon soldiers firing a volley of arrows. As long as you can charge into the chaos, The enemy's right wing, then I can guarantee that none of us will die, just charge forward and leave the rest to me."
Zhang Yang nodded heavily, that's right. The old man is a famous general in the world. If he still can't see some clues at this time, then his life will really be in vain.
At that moment, the ten strongest and most skilled Qiao family members quickly changed their shields and rushed out under Zhang Yang's command before the drums on the city ended.
Fifty meters behind them are the 28 Qiao family children and veteran guards led by the old man, and fifty meters behind them are the women and children and five large carts.
That's right, in the entire camp of dead soldiers, including Zhang Yang, all the disabled people, and the old men, there are only 40 people who can fight. The rest are either old women or women and children.
This is a different kind of killing everyone, but it only gives a chance to die in battle.
When the Death Soldier Battalion charged against the tens of thousands of demon soldiers on the opposite side, the 30,000 elite troops behind them remained motionless. They just watched, under the gradually brightening sky, at the man who had made countless contributions to the Wei Dynasty throughout his life. The old general led his descendants, like a lame old wolf, towards his own death.
The old man roared, the veterans who had been following him for half his life roared, and his sons and sons-in-law roared. In the roar, there were still women sobbing and children crying, but the pace and wheels of the charge did not slow down at all. .
Several gray-haired old women sat firmly on the driver's seat, driving the scalpers to speed up.
Opposite, in the formation of the demon soldiers, the sharp edges of countless spears flashed in the sky, and countless arrowheads were slightly raised. With just one command, thousands of arrows were fired in unison.
Zhang Yang was hiding behind Uncle Qiao, very nervous. He was afraid that the old man would guess wrong. Once the commander of the magic soldiers really ordered the arrows to be fired, he would say nothing and just go back to his hometown to eat.
five hundred meters,
four hundred meters,
Three hundred meters.
There was no sound of arrows piercing the air. The old man guessed correctly. There were at least five thousand archers in the demon army. It would be easy to shoot eighty-seven of them to death with just one order, but that would really be the case. It's not worth it, and it's a waste of arrows and energy.
"Rush, speed up!"
Zhang Yang shouted, and at this moment, fluffy arrows began to shoot over, but they were 300 magic archers dispatched by the magic soldiers.
Projectile!
"Soul force field!"
Invisibly, the soul force field controls an area of 500 meters in diameter. There is no need to control the arrow too complicatedly. It is enough to slightly change the trajectory when the arrow is thrown to the highest point, which is the moment when the force is smallest. , and then the accurate heads of these feathered arrows that fell due to gravity flew to no one knows where.
At this time, Uncle Qiao and the other ten people who were charging were still wondering why the accuracy of the magic archers had become so bad
But there is no time to think about it at this time. They are all the most elite warriors. Naturally, they know that the most important thing at this moment is to charge and rush into the enemy's formation as quickly as possible!
The magic archers fired three rounds in ten seconds. Their commander also realized something and immediately ordered the three hundred archers to retreat, because Uncle Qiao and the others had already rushed within thirty meters.
But even so, the commander of the magic soldiers didn't take it to heart. With just a few people, he couldn't even attack the front row of the military formation, and he would be chopped into pieces with random knives in the blink of an eye.
"This is the moment!"
Zhang Yang, who was hiding behind Uncle Qiao, suddenly contracted his soul force field to a secondary compression state.
In this state, the consumption of soul power is not great, and the impact on teammates is not great. However, if you control the magic weapon to attack, it can produce at least double the speed and double the impact lethality.
This was something Zhang Yang himself tested with the Spear of Imprisonment.
So at this moment, three armor-piercing cones of high-grade magic weapons flashed like ghosts without even a shadow. In an instant of 0.1 seconds, three rivers of blood were drawn from the magic army formation thirty meters away!
Yes, rivers of blood!
It was because the throats of the groups of demon soldiers were penetrated, and the blood that instantly splashed together formed the most magical scene.
The power of the high-grade magic weapon is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.
In just one second, at least more than three hundred demonic soldiers were killed, and the three armor-piercing cones also lost control because their spiritual durability was exhausted.
But this is terrifying enough. Even if Zhang Yang is still a pseudo-immortal cultivator, this extraordinary attack method is still extremely terrifying. So that when Uncle Qiao and the ten of them rushed in, the ground was full of corpses, and it was like entering a deserted land.
"Old man, now is the time to test whether you can be a world-famous general!"
Zhang Yang didn't even bother to look back, and three more armor-piercing cones flew out. Without giving the demon soldiers a chance to react, they continued to move forward and tear in all directions!
Because there is not much time left for them, at most one minute, the commander of the magic soldiers will regroup. By then, without the deterrence of the high-grade magic weapon, they will have no choice but to wait for death.
But at least at this moment, due to the huge casualties and unknown means, huge chaos inevitably occurred in the military formation of the magic soldiers.
Because no one knows what's going on
How could elite generals like Uncle Qiao not seize this golden opportunity? They quickly formed a single-sword shield formation, slashing and charging forward.
At the same time, the old man who was already more than fifty meters behind also erupted with a terrifying aura. Like a tiger descending from a mountain, he raised the heavy crossbow in his hand. All the aura in his body was condensed on the heavy crossbow, behind him. 22 soldiers armed with heavy crossbows and the Qiao family's children also cooperated and aimed in one direction, which was the right wing of the magic army formation, under a strange banner.
"shoot!"
With the sound of machinery, 23 crossbow bolts shot through the air, like a dense swarm of bees, crossing a distance of several hundred meters. Taking advantage of the chaos in the magic army formation, they shot that location into a hornet's nest in the blink of an eye. .
The right wing commander of the demon soldiers was shot directly.
This is not a very important goal, at least for the overall battlefield, but at this moment, with the right wing commander of the magic soldiers being shot and killed, the magic soldiers in this area can no longer be mobilized accurately, and the chaos cannot be effectively contained. .
When Zhang Yang used up the ninth armor-breaking cone, the 30,000 elite friendly troops from the rear finally dispatched to attack the right wing of the demon soldiers with heavy troops.
"Hahaha, old man Zhang Yeting, to this day, you still rely on my wise nephew to break the formation!"
The army charged, landslides and tsunamis occurred, but the old man laughed and said there was no need to die today.
Yes, although Zhang Yang never revealed the plan, the old man knew who he was, so he took advantage of Zhang Yang's plan that was almost full of loopholes and made a new plan.
In the midst of the chaos, relying on the deterrence of Zhang Yang's armor-piercing cone, he sniped and killed the commander of the right wing of the demon soldiers without taking action. This caused even greater chaos on the right wing of the demon soldiers.
In this case, the 30,000 friendly troops stationed in the rear must attack.
Private grudges return to private grudges, and old grudges come back to old grudges. Even if there are more than a dozen nobles sitting on the city wall waiting to see his Qiao family die, General Zhang Yeting must seize this excellent opportunity to take advantage of the chaos on the right wing of the demon army. , directly attack with heavy troops.
Otherwise, if Zhang Youting is worthy of those nobles, he cannot be worthy of his generals, especially when there is still a former general standing there. Isn't he afraid of mutiny among his men
Do you really think that fighting with an army is just a joke between women
If you don't attack when you have an excellent fighter opportunity, and then have to pay heavy losses to win the battle, then the morale of this army will basically be ruined.
Therefore, if Zhang Yang's plan is just scraps that won't make it to the stage, then what the old man is doing is a conspiracy.
Otherwise, just relying on Zhang Yang's nine armor-piercing awls to penetrate tens of thousands of demon soldiers, and still want no one to be killed or injured, is this stupid kid going crazy
The rolling front quickly overtook the old man and the Qiao family's children and family members. From time to time, soldiers would throw water bags and dry food on the cart. Of course, more often than not, they would drop crossbow bolts.
I can’t throw away all the crossbow bolts, and I can’t throw away the heavy crossbow, but during the battle, who knows how many crossbow bolts I fired
By the time Zhang Yang realized what was going on, the overall situation had been decided. They didn't even need to charge. More soldiers automatically took their place. Like an iron flow, they captured the Bald Ridge Fortress so easily, and then wiped out the demons in one go. The soldiers retreated five miles and returned with a great victory.
He never dreamed that there would be such a change
"Boy, you are rebellious!"
Still sitting on the Bald Ridge Fortress without a single enemy as if in a dream, the old man's first words made Zhang Yang tremble with fear.
"You, you think things are too simple. If you had revealed your plan earlier in this battle - well, it seems that no matter how good it is, this is the result. In short, I believe you now, We can hold on to this Bald Ridge for at least five days before we die."
Zhang Yang looked at the old man and didn't want to say anything anymore.
The old man did not let him go, and still said meaningfully: "Boy, you have a traitor. I can't be wrong with my eyes. If you were a minister, I would suggest that your Majesty kill you, but if you were a king, then It’s not a problem anymore.”
"But right now, I can only say one thing, the great Wei Dynasty is not exhausted yet."
Zhang Yang's mouth twitched and he didn't know what to say.
The old man suddenly smiled and said,
"It's too early to tell. Let's find a way to survive first. Boy, we now have six thousand crossbow bolts, which is enough for ten days of food, grass, and clean water. But we can no longer take advantage of the situation. You see, Zhang Yeting has withdrawn his troops. In the coming days, if we don’t die, they won’t launch a counterattack, and the demon soldiers will launch a strong attack on Bald Ridge by tonight at the latest.”