In the Dali army, the hasty drum and trumpet sound sounded like a continuous mountain, and the sound of the cowhide drum and horn in Shimenfan in the distance was intertwined, like a loud urge, echoing above the battlefield.

The officers roared desperately, and the soldiers under their command either drove away or led, and rushed forward in the phalanx against the bright broadswords of the ghost-faced soldiers.

"Kill!"

The roar can strengthen courage, can surging people's blood, can make people temporarily forget their fear, Dali army instantly like chicken blood, gushing out of the array, spears and knives raised at the same time, braving the heavy rain, stepping on the mud under their feet, roaring and screaming instinctively.

The distance between the two sides was rapidly shortened, and it was already within fifty paces, and the soldiers in front could already see the wet water marks on each other's clothes and armor through the rain curtain.

For Dali Bing, those jumping ghost masks are, of course, more real.

The iron mask is black and lifeless, and the shape of the blue-faced fangs and the dark iron armor are even more terrifying, and when they are closer, it seems that it is not a group of people who have stepped over, but a group of iron bumps without emotion.

Dali archers began to shoot arrows, they followed the forward rush of the foot soldiers, followed behind the throw, bursts of arrows broke through the air and rain, and shot at the slowly coming Shimen Fan army in a parabola, the first to bear the brunt, it was the ghost pawn in the front.

"Keep your head down!"

Kowloon Onde, who was in the forefront, heard the sound and saw the whistling arrows in the eyes of his mask, and he let out a loud cry, lowered his head slightly, and protected his neck with the protruding brim of his helmet.

"Bell!"

Most of the unkempt arrows fell with the rain, and most of them fell into the muddy water, and a few fell on the ghost.

An arrow accurately hit Kowloon Onde's head, and because of the angle of the projectile, the iron arrow is most likely to hit the part of the human body, which is the head.

The iron arrowhead flew diagonally across the iron helmet, splashing a spark, and then flew over the heads of the second-row of ghost-pawns and into the mud beneath the feet of the third-row of ghost-pawns.

"Scatter!"

Kowloon Onde let out a loud cry again, his eyes slanted from under the brim of his hat, staring at the oncoming soldier whose face was slightly distorted because of his unpretentious roar.

With his shouting, the five rows of dense ghost pawns changed in the process, the first and third rows of people widened the distance between the sides, from tight to loose, the second row and the fourth row of people familiarly inserted between them, and the entire row instantly changed from five rows to three rows.

The suddenly elongated queue of ghost pawns suddenly turned into three stragglers, and at the same time, the speed of the ghost pawns on both sides slowed down slightly, and the middle one protruded slightly forward, and a simple arrow-shaped array changed.

"Stay!"

The Dali soldiers who rushed over were only ten steps away, and their fanatical and fearful faces were close at hand, and Kowloon Angde took one last step, stood on his two feet in a T-shape, and fixed his body firmly on the ground.

The arrow-shaped array also stopped at the same time as he paused, and the ghost pawns on both sides passed his shouts one after another, although the battlefield was noisy with the sound of wind and rain, shouts and drums, and Kowloon's orders entered the ears of every ghost pawn without delay.

"Royal!"

Jiulong roared loudly, clenched the knife in his hand, the handle wrapped in linen cloth was soaked by the rain, but it still felt firm, he took the long knife down, the blade was up, the lunge was accumulating, and he put on a posture of lifting the long knife at any time.

"Imperial !!"

A thousand ghost pawns shouted at the same time, and the sharp blades of a thousand long knives were as sharp as dazzling stars, and the raindrops fell on the blades, and the icy cold air was almost about to break through.

Black armor, snow-bright knives, and masks like ghost faces, the scattered ghost pawns stood in the rain like a black wall, with the breath of death as if they came from hell.

The queue of Dali soldiers continued to attack, the sound of thousands of people running and shouting was still like a raging wave, thousands of feet stepped on the ground, and the earth trembled.

Kowloon Onde's eyes were fixed on the person who was the fastest and closest to him through his eyes, this was a burly and sturdy Dali soldier, wearing a full body of iron armor and using a mountain axe, and those who generally used this weapon were people with great strength.

He is probably an extremely strong person in the Dali army, maybe a low-level officer, otherwise he would not have rushed to the front, the scary ghost mask of Kowloon Onde does not seem to have much effect on him, and the red and manic eyes are closely matched with Kowloon's eyes, and the gaze seems to be about to collide with sparks.

"Ahh The distance of ten steps passed in an instant, and the Dali officer held the axe obliquely, and his whole body exerted his strength, like an angry King Kong, and when he reached the eyes of Jiulong, the roar from the depths of his throat was like the night howl of a wild beast, which was extremely piercing.

The quiet Jiulong Angde moved like a rabbit in an instant, and the muscles of the whole body radiated an amazing explosive power in an instant, and the back legs of the lunge kicked the ground, and the front foot stepped violently, gathering the strength of the whole body to the waist, and then twisting and concentrating, the strength of the two arms penetrated through the long knife body, and the hands suddenly rose, and the thick back knife of the same length as the human body was shockingly raised.

"Hit!"

In a flash of cold light, the big knife cut in from the crotch of the only officer in Dali who was not protected by armor, and the blood rushed like rain, and the long knife cut into a section of human-shaped tofu like a broken bamboo, and the lightning broke him in half!

The great axe, which was held high above the head, died before it could be cut.

With the shout of Kowloon Angde, the ghost pawns in the first row raised their knives at the same time, and in a snowflake-like knife light, the Dali soldiers who rushed to the front were like a row of ripe wheat, screaming and being cut melons and vegetables, as if they had hit a solid wall and poured a large piece.

With a successful blow, the ghost pawns of the second row ravaged up from the gap in the first row, jumped up, and burst out with an inhuman shouting and killing sound from under the mask with a big knife, and slashed the big knife that was raised above his head at the heads of the Dali soldiers who came one after another.

The big knife is heavy, one weighs about thirty catties, the spine is as thick as an inch, plus the weight of the ghost pawn wearing the whole body iron armor, this knife is like a thousand pounds, and the Dali soldiers who were almost stunned by the amazing manpower shown by the first blow of the ghost pawn parried in a hurry, but where can they stand it?

Another bloody dance, the Dali soldiers who were cut were cut off, the barrel of the gun was cut off, the big knife continued to chop down from the broken space, whether the iron helmet or leather helmet worn by the Dali soldiers, they were as useless as the mud under their feet, and in the frightened eyes of the Dali soldiers, the blade cut into their heads or shoulders and necks without hindrance.

Once again, the wheat stubble was cut, and another scream fell to the ground.

There is no one left in the front Dali soldiers.

The two rows of ghost pawns instantly changed positions, and the second row stood still and stood still. The first row went up from the gap, and after a few steps, the long knife went down, the blade went up, and it didn't move quietly.

The two rows of people were calm and silent, except for the blood stains on their bodies, as if they had just looked like this and had not moved.

The dead man's feet were severed, and rivers of blood flowed.

The ghost pawns in the third row were not idle, they also kept a distance from the first two rows, and stabbed the ground with knives to kill those who were not dead.

Is this still a human?

(End of chapter)