Village Building Order Frenzy Chapter 100: Anti-bone
In the old days, the old man would have directly drawn the knife and hacked to death the brazen boy.
But today, it doesn't matter.
Then the old man laughed heartily, with white hair flying, and the wisdom in his eyes was unfathomable.
"My nephew, I don't know what you have to rely on, but if you really want to rush into the formation, I suggest you rush to the right wing of the magic soldiers, yes, in that direction, don't worry about the magic soldiers firing arrows in salvo, as long as you If we can smash the enemy's right flank, then this old man can guarantee that none of us will die, you can rush and leave the rest to me."
Zhang Yang nodded his head, yes, the old man is a famous general in the world. At this time, if he can't see some clues, then he really has lived his old age in vain.
At the moment, the ten strongest and best combat skills of the Qiao family's children quickly changed their large shields, and rushed out under the command of Zhang Yang before the drums on the city's head were over.
Fifty meters behind them are the 28 Qiao family's children and veteran guards led by the old man, and 50 meters behind them are the women and children and five carts.
That's right, the entire death camp, including Zhang Yang, including all the disabled, including the old man, there are only 40 people who can fight, and the rest are either old women or women and children.
This is a different kind of slashing, but it just gives a chance to die in battle.
When the dead soldier's battalion launched a charge against the tens of thousands of demon soldiers on the opposite side, the 30,000 elite army at the rear did not move, just watching, watching under the gradually bright sky, watching the military horse for the Wei Dynasty's life, The old generals who have made countless contributions and their descendants, like lame old wolves, rushed to their own death.
The old man roared, the guard veterans who had followed him for half his life roared, his sons and sons-in-law roared, and there were still the sobbing of women and the cry of children, but the footsteps and wheels of the charge did not Pause halfway.
Several gray-haired old women sat firmly in the car, driving the oxen to speed up.
On the opposite side, in the army formation of the magic soldiers, the edges of countless spears flickered in the sky, and the arrowheads of countless arrows rose slightly.
Zhang Yang hid behind Uncle Qiaozhi and was very nervous. He was afraid that the old man guessed wrong. Once the commander of the magic soldiers really ordered the arrows, don't say anything, just go home and eat melons.
Five hundred meters,
Four hundred meters,
Three hundred meters.
There is no sound of arrows breaking through the air. The old man guessed right. There are at least 5,000 archers in the magic soldiers. It's really not worth it, and it wastes arrows and stamina.
"Rush, speed up!"
Zhang Yang shouted, at this moment a fluffy feather arrow started to shoot, but it was the three hundred demon archers dispatched by the demon soldiers.
Projection!
"Soul Field!"
Invisibly, the soul force field controls an area with a diameter of 500 meters. There is no need to control the feather arrow too complicatedly. It only needs to change the trajectory slightly when the feather arrow is thrown to the highest point, that is, the moment when the force is the smallest. That's enough, and then the quasi-heads of these feathered arrows that fall by gravity don't know where to go.
At this time, Uncle Qiao, who was charging, was still wondering, until ten people waited, why did the accuracy of the archers of the magic soldiers become so poor?
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 line at the fastest speed!
The magic soldier archers shot three rounds in ten seconds, and their commander also realized something, and immediately ordered the three hundred archers to retreat, because Uncle Qiao had already rushed within 30 meters.
But even so, the Demon Soldier Commander didn't take it to heart. With such a small number of people, even the army in the front row couldn't move, and in a blink of an eye, they would be chopped into meat sauce by random knives.
"This is the moment!"
Zhang Yang, who was hiding behind Uncle Qiaozhi, suddenly contracted his soul force field to a secondary compression state.
In this state, the consumption of soul power is not large, and the impact on teammates is not large, but if you control the magic weapon to attack, it can produce at least double the speed and double the impact lethality.
This was tested by Zhang Yang himself with the Spear of Imprisonment.
So at this moment, the armor-piercing cones of the three high-grade magic weapons flashed like ghosts, without even a shadow, and in the instant of 0.1 seconds, three lines were drawn from the magic army 30 meters away. Blood River!
Yes, the river of blood!
It is the most magical picture formed because the throats of the magic soldiers were penetrated and the blood splashed in an instant.
The power of high-grade artifacts is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.
In just one second, at least three hundred demon soldiers were killed, and the three armor-piercing cones lost control because their spirituality was exhausted.
But this is terrifying enough, even if Zhang Yang is still a pseudo-immortal cultivator, this extraordinary attack method is extremely terrifying. So that Uncle Qiao was full of corpses when the ten of them rushed in, as if they were no one.
"Old man, now is the time to test whether you are a world-famous general!"
Zhang Yang couldn't even look back, and three armor-piercing cones flew out again, not giving the magic soldiers a chance to react up and down, and continued to tear around!
Because there is not much time left for them, at most one minute, the commander of the magic soldiers will regroup, and then without the deterrence of high-grade magic weapons, they can only wait to die.
But at least at this moment, because of the huge casualties and unknown means, the army formation of the magic soldiers inevitably has a huge chaos.
Because no one knows what's going on?
Such a thousand-year-old opportunity, such as Uncle Qiao and these elite generals, how could they not grasp it, and they quickly formed a single-handed shield formation and charged forward all the way.
At the same time, the old man who was more than fifty meters behind also burst out with a terrifying aura. Like a tiger descending the mountain, he raised the heavy crossbow in his hand. Behind him, 22 personal soldiers with heavy crossbows and Qiao's children also cooperated, aiming in one direction, that is, the right wing of the magic army formation, under a strange banner.
"Shoot!"
With the sound of machine brackets, 23 crossbow arrows smashed into the air, like a dense swarm of bees, over a distance of several hundred meters, taking advantage of the chaos in the magic army, they shot that position in the blink of an eye. became a hornet's nest.
The right wing commander of the Demon Soldier 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 soldier being shot, the magic soldier in this area can no longer be accurately mobilized, and the chaos can not be effective containment.
When Zhang Yang exhausted his ninth armor-piercing cone, the 30,000 friendly elites in the rear finally dispatched to attack the right flank of the demon soldiers with heavy troops.
"Hahaha, old man Zhang Yeting, to this day, don't you have to rely on my nephew to break through the formation!"
The army charged, landslides and tsunamis, but the old man laughed, he didn't have to die today.
Yes, although Zhang Yang never revealed his plan, the old man knew who he was, so he made use of Zhang Yang's almost flawed plan to formulate a new plan.
In the midst of the chaos, with the deterrence of the flamboyant armor-piercing cone, it would be enough if he didn't make a move, and the commander of the right wing of the demon soldier was killed as soon as he made a shot, which caused even greater confusion on the right wing of the demon soldier.
In this case, the 30,000 friendly troops in the rear must attack.
Personal grudges return to personal grudges, old grudges go to old grudges, even if there are more than a dozen nobles sitting on the city wall waiting to see his Qiao family die, the general Zhang Yeting must seize this excellent opportunity to take advantage of the magic The right flank of the soldiers was chaotic, and they were directly overwhelmed by heavy troops.
Otherwise, Zhang Yeting would be worthy of those nobles, but also his generals, especially the former generals standing there, wouldn't he be afraid of his subordinates mutiny?
Is it really a women's joke?
Not attacking when there are excellent fighters, and then having to pay tragic losses to win the battle, the morale of this army is basically over.
So, if Zhang Yang's plan is leftovers that won't make it to the stage, then the old man is playing Yangmou.
Otherwise, just relying on Zhang Yang's nine armor-piercing cones, he wants to pierce through tens of thousands of demon soldiers, and he wants no one to be killed or injured. Is this stupid kid going crazy?
Rolling soldiers quickly surpassed 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, and of course, they would drop crossbow bolts.
You can't lose all the crossbow bolts, and you can't lose heavy crossbows, but in battle, who knows how many crossbow bolts I shoot?
When Zhang Yang realized what was going on, the overall situation was set, and they didn't even need to charge. More soldiers automatically replaced them. Iron flow was like a flow of iron, so he easily captured the Bald Mountain Fortress, and then a In one breath, he killed the demon soldiers five miles back, and returned with a great victory.
He never dreamed of such a change?
"Boy, you have a back bone!"
Still like a dream, sitting on the Bald Mountain Fortress, which has no enemies, the old man shivered with fright at the first sentence.
"You ~IndoMTL.com~ still think things are too simple, just now this battle, if you have said your plan tray earlier - well, it seems that no matter how good it is, it will end like this, anyway , now the old man believes in you, we can at least stick to this bald mountain for five days, and then die."
Zhang Yang looked at the old man and didn't want to say anything.
The old man didn't let him go, he still said meaningfully: "Boy, you have a bad character, the old man's eyes can't be wrong. If you are a minister, the old man will suggest that your majesty kill you, but if you are a servant Wang, then it's not a problem."
"But at the moment, the old man only said one sentence, Da Wei's anger is not exhausted."
The corners of Zhang Yang's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.
The old man suddenly smiled,
"It's too early to talk about this, let's figure out how to survive first, boy, we now have 6,000 crossbows, enough food and water for ten days, but we can't take advantage of the general trend anymore, you see, Zhang Yeting has already withdrawn his troops, and in the coming days, if we are not dead, they will not launch a counterattack, and the magic soldiers will launch a strong attack on Balduling before tonight at the latest."