The iron mask has a ghost-faced fangs, and the holes of the two black holes are like the big eyes of copper bells and ghosts that eat people and ghosts, and the snow-bright big knives held in both hands reflect the bleak sunlight in the sky in the heavy rain, which makes people feel palpitations and tremble.

The Dali soldiers in the front line were in a commotion, and the uneasy mood spread like a wave, and some people who had seen the battle in Shimen Fan cried out in fear.

"Ghost pawn, that's the Shimen Fan ghost pawn!"

"They are people who crawled out of hell, invulnerable, and they can't die no matter how they fight!"

"How could we run into them, it's over, it's over, we can't win."

"The ghost pawn is a yin soldier, a yin soldier summoned by the ghost king of Shimenfan, it is raining today, there is no sun, no wonder we are so unlucky to run into it."

Fear can be contagious, especially on such a rainy day, the already hazy sky increases the psychological burden of the Dali soldiers, and the dark and dull light makes the ghost pawns who are pressed over step by step look particularly terrifying. The words circulated in the ears of each other, and the fearful Dali soldiers began to be confused.

"Ghost?" It was the first time he had seen it, and he stared at it for a while, and the ghost mask made him quite uncomfortable, so he turned around and asked the person behind him sharply, "Does anyone know what it is?" ”

Among the generals behind, there were people under the king of Zhenbei, who had fought with Shimenfan, and replied tremblingly when he heard it: "Great, my lord, Shimenfan ghost pawns, I heard that they are hell ghost pawns that can only be summoned by the ghost king of the thirty-six barbarian tribes, they are undead, and they will become soldiers after death, and they can't be killed......

Before he finished speaking, Xin Zhifu raised his eyebrows, and drew the knife in his hand like lightning, and before others could react, he threw the long knife at his waist like a javelin, and inserted it into the chest of the person who spoke, without a handle.

The blood rushed out, and the mouth of the person who spoke was not closed, and he looked at the handle of the knife on his chest in disbelief with bulging eyes, raised his head, and wanted to point his finger at Xinzhifu, but before he could raise his hand, he fell off the horse and died.

"Evil words confuse the crowd and disturb the hearts of our army! Damn it! Xin Zhifu roared angrily, and scanned the generals with red eyes: "What undead soul that can't be killed?" Absurd! Whoever dares to say such a thing again, don't blame me for the ruthlessness of military law! ”

The generals were silent, looking at the dead people, and did not dare to make a sound.

Xin Zhifu's face darkened, and he glared at a confidant general and said: "You lead people to patrol the formation, if someone is like him who demagogues people's hearts and messes with my formation, he will be cut with a knife!" No mercy! ”

The general started a fire, and the horror was not much worse than that of a person wearing a ghost mask, and his henchmen led the order with a loud voice and took people away.

After a short time, in the phalanx in front, several people were dragged out, crying and being killed on the spot, and blood flowed all over the ground, staining a large area of rain in the muddy field.

Looking at the corpse of the head of the family, the military formation that was still a little shaken just now was much more stable, although the Dali soldiers were afraid of the ghost pawns who oppressed them, but the blood knives of their own people also made them afraid.

Changsun Hong and the others clearly saw this scene through the rain curtain.

"It's really decisive, Shin Naofu is worthy of being a veteran of the war, and he knows what to do." The eldest grandson almost applauded and admired: "Don't be chaotic in battle, don't panic in case of trouble, Dali has good generals!" ”

Duan Wu had a straight face, looked at the lying corpse opposite, and said with a slight puzzlement: "Why is Sir cheering for the enemy army?" ”

"Hey, Duan Wu, be generous." Changsun Hong said with a smile: "Chess is a great joy in life, otherwise it is a great pleasure to win, otherwise what is the meaning of winning like chopping melons and vegetables?" Since the ghost soldiers became an army, they have never encountered an enemy in a combination, and it is rare that there are good generals to fight today, so that the people of Kowloon can practice their hands, isn't it just right? ”

He restrained his smile and said: "You must know that Dali is just a small country, and the enemies we will face in the future will be a hundred times more ferocious than them, if we don't rush to train an iron-blooded soldier, once we encounter a real strong enemy, the price we pay will be even more tragic, and the fierce soldiers are crawling out of the pile of the dead, and it is not a good thing to have no opponents." ”

Duan Wu listened silently, did not speak, just squeezed the handle of the knife in his hand and nodded gently.

"The distance is almost there, Kowloon goes a little further, and it is time to meet the enemy." Changsun Hong observed for a while, estimating the advancing speed of the ghost pawn in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Duan Wu, it's your turn." ”

Duan Wu's eyes brightened, and the eyes under the thick eyebrows seemed to be on fire, and he bowed his head at Changsun Hong, and said in a loud voice: "Yes!" ”

Then he pulled out his horse and galloped towards the front army, which had regrouped into a square after waiting for the ghost pawns to pass, and a group of standard-bearers followed him, carrying the red flag of Shimenfan, which was soaked in rain.

The drums of the war drums intensified, and several shirtless brute soldiers had blue tendons on their foreheads, and the thick drumsticks in their hands slammed into the cowhide drums, and the drums of "dong dong dong" were stirred in the rain, and the bass-heavy drums shrouded the battlefield full of knives and guns, making everyone's blood boil.

The large array of Shimen Fan barbarians began to move, stepping forward at a speed twice as fast as the heavily armored ghost pawns in front, the large array was divided into three squares on the left, middle and right, and the neat frequency did not change because of the advance of thousands of people, because there was no cavalry, all leather armor foot soldiers, so the drum beat was the rhythm of the phalanx's movement, neatly and uniformly.

Changsun Hong led the guards, leading the Chinese army cube to follow behind the middle square of the front army, with a distance of about thirty paces, and those cowhide drums were left in place, protected by the last phalanx of the rear army, the battlefield was empty, and the drum sound could be transmitted far away.

The ghost pawn at the front no longer paid attention to the drum beat, but moved forward with the pace of Kowloon Angde's footsteps in the front, slowly but powerfully, maintaining his own rhythm and moving forward slowly.

According to the speed difference between the two sides, probably two breaths after the ghost pawn and the Dali soldiers collided, the Shimen Fan Great Array would catch up.

This is exactly the consistent trick of Shimen Fan to break the formation.

In the Dali array on the opposite side, the panic has not been waved.

Killed some chaotic soldiers, but did not stop the fear in the hearts of the soldiers.

The powerful effect of strange forces on the psychology of people in this era is almost impossible to remove.

Nobu Naofuku felt it keenly, as the guards around him seemed to be trembling.

"I heard that there was a general in the Song Dynasty in the past, named Di Qing, who liked to wear a bronze ghost mask with a green face and fangs when he was fighting, and he was very afraid of people." Xin Zhifu laughed angrily, gritted his teeth and said to the people around him: "I didn't expect that Changsun Hong also learned to use such means to scare people!" ”

"The so-called ghost pawn is just a foot soldier wearing a mask, in my opinion, people wear heavy armor and hold long knives, what is the difference between the heavy armor and the foot soldiers of the Song Dynasty who wore foot armor? Pretend to be a ghost! ”

He shouted angrily, raised the bloody knife drawn from the dead man, and shouted hoarsely, "Beat the drum and trumpet! Infantry marches forward and engages the enemy! ”

"Kill the retreat! Kill those who don't see blood with a knife! ”

He knew that he couldn't wait any longer, his morale had plummeted, and if he stood still and waited for Shimenfan's soldiers to rush up and rush into battle, the psychological shock brought by those ghost-faced soldiers alone could crush the Dali army.

The only way to do this is to rush out and use the threat of death to boost morale between life and death.

(End of chapter)