The monsters were not frightened by the sudden sound, but let out excited cries one by one, as if their eyes were a little brighter. They jumped off walls, leaped over fires, and plunged into the surging tide of monsters, scrambling to be the first, but not far enough to form a charge.

Yan Yong held his broadsword with both hands, and the entire body of the sword glowed red, as if it had turned into an extremely hot soldering iron. It was his natal supernatural power, the power of fire in the five elements poured in, turning an ordinary sword into a sword of flame!

The outermost monsters pounced, shouting in the array. A young warrior in the front row was no exception, holding his weapon and shouting to his throat: "I, fuck, you, mother!"

A terrifying stab, a massive impact that almost knocked the warrior's weapon out of his hands. He struck a monster in the skull, sending it flying and flipping a few times.

He wanted to stop and tie the monster into a hornet's nest, but it was like being in an unstoppable torrent, and there was only one way forward. The monster that fell was instantly trampled by countless feet and turned into a pulp.

Yan Yong also slashed a monster, his sword of fire against the flesh and blood, like a hot knife slashing tofu, effortlessly unloaded one of its shoulders, and the flat fracture was still "sizzling" scorched smoke.

Red Brew's awakening is also the power of fire, but his control of true qi and the five elements is not as subtle as Yan Yong's, and he can't skip the hilt of the sword to transfer power to the sword, so he can't use the "Sword of Fire".

The natal supernatural power he practiced was the "Burning Palm", a palm hit on the body, with the true qi of the flame poison submerged into the body, leaving a black palm print, causing internal injuries that were difficult to heal. But this trick is obviously not very useful against monsters.

His sword is thinner and not suitable for chopping. If you stab directly, it will be difficult to draw back the sword in the formation, which is also troublesome. So without waiting for head-on contact, he picked out one sword qi after another, knocking out the monsters that stood in the way, leaving long wounds on their bodies.

However, those wounds were very shallow, and they couldn't hurt the vitality of the monster at all. The most powerful sword qi that Chi Brew has ever seen is Shen Yinzi. Many years ago, a mad cow went on a rampage in the village of Wuliang Mountain, injuring people one after another. Shen Yinzi happened to pass by, and the sword slashed into the void, and the cow turned obliquely into two from the left hip to the right shoulder.

Today's sect master Fu Shaozi's sword qi is an inch into the wood within ten steps, and a sword can break people's wrists, with the power of Shen Yinzi. And the sword qi of Chi Brew is only a candle broken within five steps, and a little more powerful Dragon Seeking Realm can do it, which is not a skill.

The three-foot sword is not suitable for rushing and charging, and the sword qi alone does not have enough lethality, so he plans to find an opportunity to break into the pile of monsters and fight with his own methods.

The Thousand Formation broke up the pile of monsters gathered at the entrance of the stone fort in the southwest corner, and cut diagonally to the northwest. They came prepared and fought with skill, while the monsters were disorganized and reckless, and they were knocked into and trampled under the impact of the formation. Occasionally, there were sporadic casualties for the front-row warriors, and the back-row fighters were immediately replaced.

"If you don't fight now, when will you wait!" shouted to the people of the Stone Fort in the southwest. The wooden door opened, and two columns of warriors were slaughtered, their weapons slanted outward. The whole looks like a centipede with many pairs of figure-of-eight legs, coming and going, killing small groups of monsters in the vicinity with its chelicera.

When passing through the stone fort in the west, it was also concocted in the same way, and the brigade dispersed the demon tide in front of the door, and the remaining one or twenty flies seemed to be headless, and they were killed by the hundred-man team in the stone fort.

However, the good times did not last long, and the monster soon recovered. They chased after the Thousand-Man Formation, biting the back of the formation and the right flank.

"Weapons outward, don't mess up!" Fu Yaozi personally took over the central flag, the flagpole pointed to the right, and galloped in the air and shouted, "All turn to the right! Change the row into a column, and rush forward!" He wanted to use the stone castle on the north side to cut off some of the number of monsters dragging on the right flank of the formation.

This kind of high-speed mobile combat is very physically demanding, but after thinking about it, he still decided to use this tactic.

Ordinary people have a song about monsters: one husband urinates, two husbands escape, three husbands fight to the death, and four husbands howl. In other words, if an ordinary person is faced with a monster alone, he will be so frightened that he will become incontinent, two people will be so frightened that he will run away, three people will have to fight for their lives to dare to go up, and four people will have to shout loudly to strengthen their courage. Only five or more people can restrain their fears.

In fact, as long as you work together and advance and retreat together, three to one is no problem at all. The ratio of humans and demons in this battle is also about three to one.

But as long as one of the three is lost, the rest will lose their fighting spirit. A thick, dynamic formation must last longer than a thin, static formation. Just as a running herd is fearless, because most of them can't see how many beasts are around, the bravest can lead the herd.

Therefore, Fuyaozi's idea is to use the Thousand Formations as a huge hammer and the five stone castles as magnets, and the hammers are like wheels, passing by the magnets every time, constantly washing away, attracting, getting rid of, and then dispersing most of the monsters. The five hundred-man teams inside the stone fort rushed out to kill them while they were in disarray.

As long as you can hold out for two quarters of an hour and slaughter two or three hundred monsters, the rest don't need to pay attention to the formation. One against the other, it is enough to easily annihilate. If the plan runs smoothly, the number of casualties can be controlled within 300.

As for those who were the first to die, it was by no means the brave men in the front row.

At the end of the formation, there were overwhelming monsters hanging in the back. Someone looked sideways and stabbed his weapon behind him. Someone turned around and ran backwards, attacking as they ran, but the speed could not keep up, and they were soon overwhelmed by the demon tide. There are also people who are directly knocked down by the monsters that jump up.

Someone else tried to squeeze to the front, but the shakster flew down and dragged him out and threw him into the monster pile.

"Rebel, kill!"

This scene was seen by the people behind him, and he hated it in his heart. If you know that this is better than going to the front, if you are surviving, you can return with a beauty. Who would have thought that the last row that everyone thought was safe was actually the most dangerous.

With each person who fell, the tide weakened a little, as some stopped to eat. The blood of the person is not cold, and the white bones are seen in the upper and lower mouths. Thousands of people stepped on the ground to kill strongly, and they did not hear the sound of their compatriots' death.

This is also the benefit of the formation, such a tragic scene, being seen by them will definitely affect morale.

But how could Fuyaozi keep letting the brigade be chased by monsters? When the Thousand Formations arrived in a straight line with the stone forts to the west and north, it was an opportunity.

At the moment when Fuyaozi shouted "turn to the right", the long flat formation facing northwest drifted and turned into a vertical north. These people are idle in Wuliang Mountain, and they are trained by Longjila every three or five days, which can be said to be no different from being a soldier.

Most of the people move in unison, except for the last row. Some of them were immortal when they were chased by the demon tide just now, and some of them were made up from the inside, crying one by one.

At this time, the back row has changed to the right column, looking down from the angle of the Fuyaozi, the long formation is diagonally upward and to the right, like a swimming dragon wrapped around the magic tide and crashed into the stone castle to the north.

The monsters chased after the dragon formation, and by the time they realized that there was an obstacle in front of them, it was too late, and they were caught up by the surging latecomers. A large pile of monsters slammed into the west wall of the stone fort on the north side like a meatloaf, stacked on top of each other and unable to move. A handful of weapons stretched out from the right flank of the formation moved at high speed, cutting wounds on them.

This one wounded at least fifty monsters. When they struggled to get up and chase the Thousand Men again, one of them who was seriously wounded and slow to move would be killed by the 100 team of the Stone Fort to the north.

In this way, Fuyaozi wringed the number of monsters. After some time, there were seventy or eighty monsters that fell to the ground. And the demon tide also tore layers of skin at the edge of the formation, and some even jumped over the top of the people and plunged into the formation without fear of death.

The shakyard will fly down to solve it for them quickly, but the monsters that leap in make the formation more and more disjointed. Clicking on the number of ranks, he found that the death toll was more than a hundred, and he had a bad feeling.

After another quarter of an hour, some people could not keep up with their physical strength, stopped to catch their breath, and "patronized and ran...... Didn't even touch the skin of the monster, isn't it a waste of effort?" Coupled with the continuous intrusion of monsters, the formation was gradually torn into pieces.

Seeing that the team was slowing down and the monsters were no longer so concentrated, Chi Brew stepped forward and fought the monsters with his sword at will. Yan Yong naturally went with his brother and took care of each other. The two of them restrained a dozen or so monsters.

"What's the matter with you two, get back to the battle!" Fuyaozi shouted anxiously in mid-air.

But no one listened to him. The people in the front row also felt that this kind of play was a wretch, one moment facing the monster, and the other ass facing the monster, I don't know what it means. Why keep running, why don't you stop and have a good time?

The two real people started, and the hundred-man team in the first row immediately dispersed, and they fought separately in units of even or wu. The second and third rows had no place to continue to rush, and naturally they scattered into small teams. The people in the back thought it was an order and dispersed.

"Kill!" shouted the man in the middle, who finally had a chance to wield their weapons. It seems that the monsters are not so terrible, aren't the buddies in the front row still alive and well? Let the formation spread out above, it must be the end of the battle, why don't you hurry up and harvest the monster heads, so that you can go back and receive the reward?

The hundred-man teams of each stone castle saw that the brothers' brigades spread out and attacked monsters in all directions, and at the behest of the real people, they also joined them. After a while, the entire battlefield was in chaos.

Fuyaozi watched in a daze in the sky, the time for this formation to last was far from what was expected, and at the moment our number of people did not have a great advantage over the number of monsters. Hopefully, they can maintain their fighting spirit in the melee and don't break down.

However, it often backfires.

A guy who was in the middle of the formation just now, he was relatively timid, and he had never fought a monster head-on for so many years, and it was the first time that he had participated in a real battle in a circle back to back with his fire companion.

A monster flew at him, looking terrifying, and he held his weapon but forgot all the tricks.

"Raise your left arm and let it bite!" shouted his captain, who stood still stupidly.

Captain Wu slammed his body into him, stabbing out his weapon and being knocked down by the monster. His "cut throat" shaved off a piece of flesh from the monster's waist, and it was too late to withdraw it, and his two hands tightly choked the monster's neck that was close at hand, and he would be bitten if his strength was weak.

"Fast Motion...... Hands!" said Wu Chang through gritted teeth. The monster's strength is so great that he can't resist it.

The young man who had been frightened earlier came back to his senses and raised his weapon in a panic to stab the monster. One of the other three fire companions also had his hands free to come to the rescue.

The little young man didn't have much strength, and because his arm trembled, every time he attacked, he was fluttering and oblique, and the blade could only pierce into the small half of the monster's body. Fortunately, the other man had a good way, and stabbed the monster in the abdomen more than a dozen times in a row, and dragged a lot of intestines to Wu Chang's legs.

It was too late, and the monster slashed Wu Chang's throat with its claws, and he died. Although the monster was seriously injured and no longer able to attack the others, it was not dead, and it lay on Wu Chang's body and began to gnaw on the neck.

"You brute!" the man who stabbed it in the abdomen kicked it in the head, kicking it a few times to bite the corpse. With one last blow, the monster was kicked to the point of tilting its head, and a piece of meat spat out of its mouth. Wu Chang's neck was broken, and there was rough flesh on both sides, and a few tendons were left in the middle.

The young man sat down on the ground, got up and ran to the grain road, shouting as he ran: "I want to go back, I want to go back!" Suddenly there was a pain in his throat, blood splashed three feet in front of him, he fell backwards, and he didn't know anything. But it was Fu Yaozi, a sword qi fell from the sky and slashed his throat.

"Escapees, kill!"

This scuffle turned out to be not a good option. Forming a formation can at least take the initiative to attack, but now it is five or eight in a circle, and two or three monsters can be shocked.

Most people don't have much actual combat experience, and they don't know how to cooperate, so they can't show the martial arts they learned in the mountains when they are nervous. Once the monster attacks a little more ferociously, those with slightly inferior psychological quality will be frightened to abandon their teammates and shout and run around.

And fear will spread, more and more people are running aimlessly on the battlefield, forgetting to attack and defend, and no weapons, these people are dying faster.

"Woo...... Oh my God...... Woo......"

"It's horrible, I won't fight...... Those monsters can't be killed......"

"I'm going to live, spare me, let me live......"

There were cries on the battlefield, and Fuyaozi pressed this end, but he couldn't stop that end.

"Don't run away, run away, go home!" someone shouted. Fuyaozi saw who the man was, but he didn't stop it. These people have been overwhelmed by fear, and it is better to flee than to be slowly consumed like lambs. So he watched as people ran in droves up the grain road.

Fu Yaozi flew down, "I live and die with you! The monks of Wuliang Mountain do not escape, the clan relatives do not escape, and the liver is spilled blood, just today!"