Early the next morning, ten kilometers from the mine, an army of 50,000 men was assembled. [with _ dream]ā

From the top of the mountain, there was a large area of yellow in the distance, the color of the iconic armor of the Sand Sword Country, like endless yellow sand.

There is no more than Yan Guan imagined, and there is no less.

Compared to the strength of the troops here, it is about ten to one.

Purely in terms of numbers, this is a must-lose.

In fact, in the morning he received another piece of bad news -

Indeed, as they had imagined before, the troops sent to Fanyang not only did not obtain the support of the Taishou, but suffered a severe blow because of the heavy troops deployed by the other side in advance.

A thousand men were almost wiped out, and less than a hundred remnants came back to deliver the news.

Considering the danger that might occur, the Beisha Army in Kedong had slowly retreated along the western desert, preparing for a harsh winter guerrilla war before there were more changes.

Fortunately, the other party did not pursue.

The situation was no harder or simpler than he had imagined.

The team trained in Beisha already has the courage to face all difficulties, because no matter how bad the environment is, it can't compare to the winter in Beisha, and since the situation can't be worse, it will only get better and better.

The 50,000 army covered the 500,000 people of Beisha, from the western desert, to the south of Ruishan, and then it is estimated that they will slightly cross the border of Mansha, and then return here, this process will last about ten days to a month.

All they need to do is buy more time.

According to his arrangement, the miners have begun to pave roads in the back mountains to move the materials in the mines to the south.

Moreover, Yan Guan raised his head and looked at the huge translucent dome suspended above his head, and he didn't know why he always felt that sometimes, it was not a bad thing to let go and fight.

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As several sword lights slipped down from the sky like meteors, Jian Kuobei smiled kindly at the human figures that descended.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, several masters of the Eightfold Realm arrived as scheduled, and the youngest of them had short black hair, an oval face, and black eyes, which was the eldest son of the general, Feng Dan.

They were accompanied by about two elite people.

Jian Kuobei hurriedly greeted him.

The crowd exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then got to the point.

According to the arrangement of the great general Feng Zhuo, although there are several high-level generals here, such as the eldest son Feng Dan, whose rank is higher than Jian Kuobei, but this is the territory of Chen Zhou, and the unified deployment of the team is fully handed over to Jian Kuobei for management.

On the one hand, this is in line with the rules of the army, and it is taboo for soldiers to be handsome, on the other hand, considering Jian Kuobei's behavior of kicking the ball, Feng Zhuo feels that this arrangement will better tie this old fox in place, after all, he is the magistrate of Chen Zhou, and he wants to throw away all the responsibilities on his shoulders, in Feng Zhuo's words

- Dreaming.

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At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the Nansha Army launched a general attack.

The first thing that appeared in the field of vision of the Beisha Army was a long row of thin lines.

Then it gradually turned into an endless tide.

The first line hidden in the woods couldn't help but clench the sword in his hand.

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"What the hell is that?"

In front of the Nansha soldiers who charged on the front line, among the huge lush forests and bare white stone mountain walls, a point of light the size of an eggshell first appeared.

When I flew a little more, I realized that the eggshell was much larger than I expected, and it was quietly covering several mountains, blocking the pit below.

And the huge turtle shell was facing the direction of Chen Zhou, and there was a fine black line left underneath, which was completely different from the color of the surrounding rocks, which was extremely abrupt.

As the Nansha Corps flew closer, it was less than a kilometer away from the entire pit at this time.

According to the order, these warriors in yellow armor spread out in the air, forming a huge cube formation.

The tortoise shell was so huge in their eyes, the hemispherical shell above shimmered with a strange metallic sheen, like bright window glass.

The light flickered, dazzling the soldier's eyes.

It was at this moment that the soldiers on the front line suddenly realized that those points of light floating in the air were not all from the huge metal turtle shell.

With a whoosh, a ray of light struck one of the soldiers, and the man flew down from the sky like a bird that had been shot.

"Whoosh ......"

This was followed by another ......

Before everyone could react, a large array of sword light poured out from the translucent turtle shell, bombarding like a tide.

The yellow figures in the air fell one after another, like a rain of sand in the sky.

As the soldiers in the first row fell, everyone immediately realized that the attacks were coming entirely from beneath the giant tortoise shell.

"Switch formations, bypass the front, and spread out the front!"

Jian Kuobei commanded loudly.

Because of the role of the Qiankun Mirror, he was not hoarse enough to convey instructions to everyone.

Like a crow in the sky, the Nansha army circled around the circular dome below at a rapid speed, healing like a wave from both directions to the rear of the circle.

The overwhelming Nansha Army was completely spread out in a larger hemispherical shape, obscuring the entire sky.

The people who were defending inside the turtle shell felt a sense of oppression like never before.

With Jian Kuobei's order, the Nansha army outside launched a fierce attack on the spherical giant shell.

Sword light poured down from the vast black curtain and bombarded the translucent giant tortoise shell.

Because of the violent blow, there was a loud vibration and roar on the turtle shell.

But this translucent turtle shell was obviously much stronger than they imagined, and after the first round of bombardment like a storm, the outermost metallic luster had not completely faded, leaving only dense sword marks on it.

Beisha's army shot out from a small window blocked inside, and after the opponent spread out, the team below also spread out in the same hemispherical shape inside the turtle shell.

Occasionally, sword qi penetrated through the window, and a Beisha soldier was immediately pierced.

He clutched his chest, and before he could make a sound, he fell headlong through the air.

Immediately another man flew over and blocked the void he had left behind.

The Spratly army in the air was almost defenseless, and was subjected to heavy bombardment from below.

As a protective soldier in the front row, he could only support the elemental shield for a moment, and he was immediately shattered by the attack from below.

Explosions, endless explosions and counter-bombardments, exploding violently and continuously in the air.

The soldiers of Nansha were shot down from the air like rain and fell to the ground, blood splattered.

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