Yang Ping was the first to rush into the entrance, and when he first entered the prison of no regrets, Yang Ping was startled, and not far from the door was surrounded by an army of trolls lined up, leaving only a passage road about a few people wide in the center. If you fight like this, your side will simply be sent to death, even if you win by numbers in the end, it will be a miserable victory, and the individual strength of trolls is much stronger than that of ghosts.

Although Yang Ping had never led his troops into battle, he had heard Du Xian say that when charging, if more than half of the number of people died, even a well-trained army might retreat. Those armies that can fight to the last soldier rely not only on strict military discipline, but also on the soul of the army.

And these improvised ghost armies, even if there is now a belief in the goddess of salvation, but after all, the faith is not stable, and the army has not been baptized by war, once there is a big battle damage, it is really difficult to say whether everyone is united or cannot form an army.

Now we are facing the first battle in the true sense after the ghost army uprising, and of course it may also be the last battle, so this first wave is very important.

Yang Ping calmed down, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, how could such an important matter not be planned in advance? Du Xian, who played the role of a military advisor, had already arranged everything.

Yang Ping was no longer flustered, and walked towards the passage under the stunned gaze of the troll.

And Yang Ping's appearance also startled the troll army. After the white mist and the white knife came out of the entrance, no one ever came out of here. Not long after the black envoy entered, such a ghost in filial piety clothes suddenly appeared, which was too incomprehensible. And this guy just showed his head a little, and then came out again after a while.

"Stop!" called the Troll Leader.

"What's the matter?" Yang Ping asked.

"What are you doing here?" said the Troll Leader.

"We've been stuck at the door for a long time, and the Black Messenger has just gone in to clear the ghosts that are blocking the doorway, and let us take refuge in the Prison of No Regrets for the time being. Yang Ping said.

"Evacuate, you are a ghost, why don't you go to help the Black Envoy capture the criminal?" said the troll angrily.

"There are still a lot of ghosts over there with torches in their hands, and the Black Envoy said that we can only be a burden to stay, and there are many ghosts behind. Yang Ping said.

As soon as Yang Ping finished speaking, a few ghosts walked out of the passage, and then more and more.

The leader of the trolls believed it, and secretly said in his heart that these cultivators were too wasteful, and as soon as the envoy made a move, the riot immediately subsided.

So the troll leader waved his hand and said, "Okay, you guys go over, but don't run around in the back, you can't blame others for falling into the fire pit." ”

Yang Ping stopped talking and walked straight towards the passage, and the ghosts who poured in behind followed Yang Ping without saying a word.

After Yang Ping walked behind the trolls, they scattered and stood up, but the trolls didn't notice that the group of ghosts had surrounded them from the rear again.

There are more and more ghosts dressed in filial piety, but at this time, the passage is blocked by a few ghosts who are walking slowly, and for a while, the open space in front of the entrance is already crowded with ghosts. And the ghost behind seemed to be chasing behind, desperately squeezing forward.

With this squeeze, the ghost in front of him simply stopped walking through the blocked passage, but drilled through the gap between the trolls.

"A group of cowardly ghosts, they also ignore us on weekdays, and today the ghosts rioted, and they all knew how to run backwards. The troll leader said disdainfully.

After all, the ghosts are smaller, and the trolls are more than two meters big, so the gap between each two trolls is still relatively spacious, and it doesn't cause any chaos.

Finally, the onicha seemed to be gone, but the last two onicha stood at the door as if they were frozen, and did not move forward.

Seeing this, the leader of the trolls was about to step forward to inquire, when he saw a flash of fire at the entrance, and several ghosts with torches rushed in. The leader of the trolls was startled and hurriedly ordered the passage to be closed and prepared to meet the enemy, but the passage was blocked by the ghosts. The troll leader hurriedly stepped forward to urge the demon to speed up.

At this time, more and more ghosts had entered, but they all stopped a dozen steps away from the trolls, torches in their hands, and they didn't know what they were waiting for.

The troll leader looked at the flames jumping on the torches, as if he suddenly thought of something, and stretched out his head to look at the door, and sure enough, the two ghosts in filial clothes were still at the door.

"Well, there's a trick!" cried the troll leader, but it didn't do anything, as the ghosts had already begun to act.

The ghost cha in the passage and mixed into the troll battle array suddenly tore off his filial piety clothes like crazy, and put it on the head of the nearest ghost, and then started with the short knife, hook, axe and other sharp weapons in the sleeve, and stabbed at the troll, or slashed, or split, all towards the vital parts of the troll, the action was simple and neat, and it was obviously practiced many times.

This is not over, the group of ghosts with torches have already thrown the torches at the trolls, and the broken filial piety clothes immediately burst into flames after encountering the fire.

Although the trolls are not as flammable and afraid of fire as the ghosts, they are by no means immune to fire, and at this time, the fire burns themselves, coupled with the sudden attack of the ghosts, and immediately becomes chaotic.

Du Xian at the entrance looked at everything in front of him, and secretly scolded angrily in his heart, let you devils taste the torture tools used to torture us on weekdays.

Although it is chaotic, the combat power of the trolls is indeed good, especially the existence of some troll leaders among the trolls, with vitality and destructive power, and the ghosts around him did not hurt him at all, but were torn to pieces. The torn ghost emitted a black mist, and then its body turned into a pile of mud and fell to the ground.

The entrance had already been captured by the ghosts, and only a few troll leaders were still resisting, and the rear of the troll army, due to the distance, could not see the situation ahead. Yang Ping saw the fire in front of him, and knew that the plan had worked, but it was not yet time for him to perform, so he could only continue to wait for the opportunity.

At this time, several ghosts dressed in filial piety clothes were unconsciously heading towards the depths of the prison of no regrets.

As the group of ghosts continued to advance, the troll's resistance gradually became fierce, and the group of ghosts won in large numbers, often unable to strike a blow, and immediately retreated, and the ghosts in the rear made up again. Although there are not many trolls, they are full of combat power, and most of the trolls' weapons are long weapons, so they have to have some upper hand in group battles.

On the other hand, the ghosts use a variety of weapons, which are torture instruments they have obtained from the Prison of No Defense, but most of them are short iron weapons. Some of the long weapons are made by tying sharper torture instruments to long sticks, and these things are vulnerable to trolls.

However, there are also more effective guys, such as chains, some ghosts specialize in waving chains in their hands, and when they are replaced, they throw chains at trolls, and they also specialize in the next plate, often tying the trolls' legs and feet, and then being killed by several ghosts.

However, this offensive is gradually detected by the trolls in the rear, and the legs are divided into front and rear combat forces, so that both feet are not tied with chains at the same time.

After fighting hundreds of trolls, the two sides finally formed an equilibrium, and the ghost army could hardly advance an inch.

Du Xian looked at the battle situation in front of him, knowing that these ghosts in front of him who had not much training were already very good to be able to do this, and now the time had come.

Du Xian made a color to several ghosts behind him, only to see a ghost with a bow and arrow stepping on the backs of several other ghosts, igniting the ignite at the end of the bow and arrow in his hand on the torch, and then identifying the direction and distance, bending the bow and shooting arrows.

This ghost used to be a hunter, and the bow was obtained from a family when the gates of the ghost city were opened. He fell in love with the bow when he saw it hanging on the wall, and the family didn't want to annoy a ghost, so they gave it to him. It was not uncommon to bring back something from the sun, so the bow was brought into the ghost town until it appeared here.

Whoosh! A rocket leaps over the battle circle and flies forward. However, the rocket failed to reach the planned location, and instead shot into the shoulder of one of the trolls in the array, and the troll was pained, and immediately pulled the arrow down, swearing in his mouth.

When the archer saw this, he shot his bow again, and this time the bow was drawn fuller, and then the bowstring broke with a snap.

In terms of age, the bow is considered to be dead, but it is clear that the bowstring is too broken out of time.

Du Xian was anxious, this rocket was going to be shot at Yang Ping in the rear of the battle array, if it didn't use the fire, with the help of Yang Ping's combat power, they were not the opponent of the troll at all, once they started, the consequences would be unimaginable.