"Ding~Bang~" The weapons of the sacrificial army collided with the iron shield of the trapped camp, making a deafening sound. The spear slammed into the iron shield, sending out dazzling sparks. The shield wall trapped in the camp blocked the charge of the sacrificial army, and the soldiers who formed the shield wall did not retreat a single step.

The murderous sacrificial wine army rushed to the front of the battle, only to suddenly find that their opponent was also invulnerable. The tightly fitting shield wall is stronger and more effective than Shijun Zhang Lu's charm.

"Chop off their legs and feet!" When he found that the sacrificial wine army was doing useless work, Zhang Lu, who followed the soldiers to the front of the battle, shouted loudly to remind his soldiers.

Nan Ye smiled slightly when he heard Zhang Lu's shout, and he didn't give an order to deal with it. At this time of hand-to-hand combat, the soldiers trapped in the camp no longer need superfluous orders, they have their own set of methods to meet the enemy.

The legs and feet without the protection of the iron shield seem to be the weakness of the trapped camp, but in fact, it is not easy to cut it. If the enemy uses a short weapon to lean down and slash downward, the upper body will be exposed, and the trapped soldier can easily harvest the opponent's head. And soldiers who use long weapons like the sacrificial wine army must pull a distance if they want to cut the legs and feet of the trapped camp, so that the weapons have room to stab downward, and once they enter close combat, long weapons are not as flexible as short weapons.

When the sacrificial wine army heard Zhang Lu's order, they also wanted to carry it out, but they found that if they wanted to carry out this order, they had to retreat one after another, otherwise the spear that had been set up on the shield would not be able to retract the stabbing legs and feet. They wanted to retreat, but they were trapped in the camp but they were not given this opportunity. In the eyes of the soldiers trapped in the camp, the sacrificial army was like a group of beasts that did not know how to cooperate, although they had sharp claws and bloodthirsty ferocity, they had no fear at all. The trapping camp that had been defending just now put down its shield at this time, revealing its sharp knife, and pounced fiercely towards the sacrificial wine army.

The sacrificial army, which was about to retreat and open up the distance, did not expect the attack and defense of the trapped camp to switch so quickly, and was caught off guard by the trapped camp. The trapped camp has been battle-hardened for a long time, and both combat skills and combat experience are more than a step stronger than the sacrificial wine army. They had long discovered the weakness of the Wine Sacrifice Army, and the steel knife slashed directly at the head and neck of the Wine Sacrifice Army.

The sacrificial army aimed at the legs and feet of the trapped camp, and the trapped camp aimed at the neck of the sacrificial army, so it is conceivable who wins and who loses. The key is that there are shin armor on the legs of the trapped camp and combat boots on the feet, so even if they are really cut, they will not necessarily be injured. However, the neck of the sacrificial army was unprotected, and once it was slashed, it would definitely be a corpse.

"Blessed Master! Invulnerable! Ah~" As soon as a sacrificial soldier finished shouting the slogan, he was slashed in the face by a soldier trapped in the camp, cutting one eye blind. Even if there was Zhang Lu's elixir, the pain of the loss of sight still made the sacrificial soldier scream. What frightened the sacrificial army even more was that his Changge slashed on the armor of the soldiers in the trapping camp but could not hurt the other party in the slightest, as if the other party was invulnerable.

The fierce and unafraid of the enemy is not as good as the ingenious cooperation of the trapped camp, and the fear of pain of the sacrificial army is not as good as the double armor of the trapped camp. The brave and fierce soldiers of the camp set off a storm of blood and rain in the sacrificial army, perhaps in the eyes of the soldiers of the trapped camp, the sacrificial army is just a more tenacious enemy.

Zhang Luyuan stared at the battlefield with his eyes open, his hands fell to the sword, the head of the sacrificial soldier fell to the ground, and the blood splattered from his neck stained the battlefield red. Zhang Lu never imagined that his elite soldiers would be so vulnerable, and the sacrificial wine army, which had reduced one-third of its troops before the battle, was not an opponent in the camp at all. Although these fanatics fought to the death, they could not break through the double armor of the soldiers of the trapped camp.

The tenacious will of the sacrificial army was not unlimited, and when more than half of the soldiers died under the sword of the trapped camp, the rest of the sacrificial army went crazy. They couldn't understand why their robes had been beheaded off by the other party, and the other party was unharmed. After discovering that the spear could not break through the rattan armor, a sacrificial sergeant abandoned his blade like a madman and fought hand-to-hand with the soldiers of the trapping camp on the opposite side. While punching and kicking, he shouted: "Make you invulnerable, watch me kill you!" Looking at him, he obviously thought that his flesh and blood could break the invulnerability spell on the other party's body.

The soldier who was beaten in the camp had obviously never experienced such a thing, so he was stunned for a moment, and he received a few punches in his body. But how could an armor that couldn't be pierced by a spear be shattered after a few punches? The soldiers in the trapping camp were not injured by these punches, but they were brought back to their senses by these punches. He quickly regained his composure, glanced at the frantic sacrificial army with pity, and slashed at his neck.

This knife is very accurate, but not too ruthless, this is due to the fact that the two of them are too close to each other and it is difficult to exert force. Although this knife failed to cut off the neck bone of the wine priest and cut off his head, it also cut off his carotid artery. Hot blood spurted from the side of his neck, and the sacrificial soldier fell into the arms of the trapped soldier.

At the last moment of his life, the sacrificial wine army hugged the soldiers of the trapped camp and bit the rattan armor fiercely with their teeth, which was a last effort. But this effort was destined to be futile, and it only made an extra piece of blood mixed with saliva on the vine armor.

"......Invulnerability," the sacrificial soldier muttered, and the corpse slipped in front of the trapped soldiers, eyes wide open, dead and dead.

Such a fierce and crazy wine army is destined to be a minority, and many more wine soldiers begin to feel fear when faced with a truly invulnerable camp, and their faith begins to waver.

The way of thinking of fanatics is often difficult for ordinary people to understand. The belief of the sacrificial wine army was shaken, not because he suspected that Zhang Lu's invulnerability spells were not incompetent, but because he thought that the national teacher Nan Ye's spells were superior. It was the spell of Nanye Guoshi that restrained Zhang Lushijun's spell, so he was invulnerable when he fell into the camp, and the sacrificial wine army was defeated. This battle is won by Nanye National Teacher!

The casualties of the sacrificial army had already exceeded two-thirds, and the remaining soldiers were no longer bloodthirsty for their lives, and began to show signs of defeat.

Nan Ye, like Zhang Lu, had a full view of the performance of the soldiers on both sides. Nan Ye's soul, who activated the soul control and divine eye skills, left his body and watched the battle from the perspective of God, so he observed more carefully than Zhang Lu. The bravery of the trapped camp certainly made Nan Ye feel happy, but the madness of the sacrificial wine army also made Nan Ye feel frightened. Although the trapped camp had an absolute advantage in the overall situation, there were still a few soldiers who were stabbed by the sacrificial wine army and dragged out of the battle formation and torn to pieces.

Whenever he saw the sacrifice of a soldier trapped in the camp, Nan Ye had an urge to control Bai Zhen to kill. However, the soldiers on both sides were entangled together, and the military formation trapped in the camp was in front of Nan Ye, and Nan Ye could only destroy his own military formation at that time, so that the soldiers suffered more casualties. At this moment, the defeated appearance of the sacrificial wine army has begun to shrink its formation, and the trapping camp has also begun to gradually compress and surround it. The narrowing of the positions of the two sides inadvertently revealed the position of the commanders of the two armies, and Nan Ye and Zhang Lu were far away.

The moment Nan Ye noticed Zhang Lu, he knew that his opportunity had come. The duel between the soldiers of the two sides, Nan Ye has no chance to intervene and does not need to intervene, the contest between the king and the king is the goal pursued by Nan Ye.

"Woohoo~" Nan Ye controlled Bai Zhenren to stand up and let out an angry roar, and then he landed on all fours and rushed towards Zhang Lu.

Bai Zhen's roar momentum could be clearly felt by Zhang Lu across the two armies. Seeing Nan Ye riding a bear coming, Zhang Lu's face turned pale with fright, and the colorful zebra under his crotch also landed on the ground uneasily, obviously also frightened.

Without waiting for Nan Ye to run to him on Bai Zheng, Zhang Lu turned his head and ran. Let Zhang Lu and Nan Ye go head-to-head? Isn't that a joke! In Zhang Lu's view, a national teacher and a master are not better at martial arts, but with whose mount is better. Aren't the powerful immortals in the legend also riding a lion and tiger unicorn to symbolize their mana and identity! Whoever has a good mount often means who has the highest mana. Obviously, Nan Ye, who rode Bai Zhen, had more than one step higher mana than Zhang Lu, who rode a zebra, how could Zhang Lu not escape?

Nan Ye didn't know that in Zhang Lu's heart, this was an era of carpooling. He only knew that the enemy was tired and I would fight, and I would chase after the enemy when he retreated, and he would chase after Zhang Lu's buttocks.

Zhang Lu and Nan Ye's escape and pursuit formed a stark contrast, and it also became the last straw that crushed the sacrificial wine army. As soon as the sacrificial wine army, which had already begun to collapse in faith, saw the national teacher chasing Shijun and fighting, they realized that the national teacher had won this battle. This realization made them change their previous madness and tenacity, and suddenly gave up resistance, and some even knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. This move made the soldiers in the camp a little uncomfortable.

Faith gives power to man, and faith also makes man lose power. The collapse of the sacrificial army was both unexpected and reasonable. There are many examples of such failures in armies due to the collapse of faith.

Legend has it that there was once a barbarian people in Australia. The clansmen, old and young, are all powerful and powerful, and they can fight with lions and tigers with their bare hands. Their brutal temperament combined with their natural strength have caused other vulnerable groups to live under their bullying for a long time. And this people has a strange belief - it is forbidden to bathe.

They believe that the dirt of the body is a gift from God, and if it is washed away, its strength will disappear, and they will be like weak rabbits, unable to resist but to be slaughtered by their enemies. So several small and weak tribes banded together and on a stormy night, they channeled the swollen waters of the river into the cave where they lived.

The sudden rush of the river caused them to let out a frightened wail. All of a sudden, it was as if he had lost all his strength, and one by one he collapsed to the ground in a daze. When a stone knife stabbed them in the chest, they did not put up any resistance, despite the blood splattering, believing that their strength had completely disappeared.

At this time, the sacrificial army was like the barbarians who had taken a bath, and they became panicked and vulnerable. It was not only the sacrificial army that had this symptom, but also the 30,000 soldiers behind Yang Bai, the 100,000 people watching the battle at the head of the city, and all those who believed in Zhang Lu were all hit hard. And the more faithful the believer, the harder the blow. On the contrary, those people who did not believe in Zhang Lu did not react.