The battle in the high-level class pays attention to momentum and suppression, and as soon as the "Forty Feather Forest" appeared, the rhythm of the entire battle was immediately taken away.

As the forbidden army of the Son of Heaven who has received the profit of the national fortune, even if it is only such a small team, it still has the momentum of all the other miscellaneous armies. And the rest of the troops, no matter how fierce they are, are still absolutely suppressed by the officers and soldiers in this kind of official army, and this suppression is not only reflected in the attributes, but also in skills and characteristics.

Because at this time, the vast majority of the Yulin Army were the orphans of martyrs who chose to die for the country, called "Yulin orphans", and they were angry at the blood left by their ancestors, who would dare to disrespect them?

The beggar army in the middle of the battlefield reacted immediately.

"The C-level beggar army has been suppressed by about 20% of all attributes, and the D-level has been suppressed by 35%, and the following are basically incapacitated." Zhao Gao's discerning knowledge quickly came up with specific data, which made his originally stable matter a little variable.

The characteristics of these so-called ace classes are too amazing, and once they are put on the battlefield, before the battle begins, the strategic significance is extremely great.

On the battlefield, whether it is the "Danyang Pawn" or the "Qilin Army", or even the "Bow God Miao Descendant" whose rank is not lower than it, they have all been affected by them to varying degrees, and their combat effectiveness has immediately decreased a lot.

Immediately after that, Forty Feathers officially entered the battle.

I saw that these forty Yulin soldiers, after taking two steps in unison, bowed down and took the carved bow from their waists, and took out the white feather tooth arrows from the delicate quiver, made a simple aiming action, and shot out with the bow, all of which were pleasing to the eye.

It wasn't until the shrill roar of the wind pierced everyone's eardrums that people realized that it was their attack.

These fucking bows and arrows weren't meant to be decorative!

This group of richly dressed and brightly armored sons and brothers can really fight!

Isn't that scientific?

How can an army fighting on the battlefield wear a heavy helmet that is only used by honor guards? Besides, every part of this heavy helmet was carefully wiped clean and carefully oiled?

How can there be a strong bow carved with the patterns of fierce beasts everywhere? In addition to being good-looking, this only has a negative impact on combat effectiveness, right?

How can a quiver be so small that it can only hold three or five arrows, where is this enough to shoot? Not even a round of covering attacks will take shape!

How can every feather arrow be finely carved with expensive fangs, and the tail of the arrow is made of white feathers that look expensive, and the lethality will not increase a little because the material is a little more expensive?

All in all, this equipment is so beautiful that everyone will think that this is an ornament when they see the Yulin Army, and ignore that it is also a weapon that can be used to kill people.

It is necessary to maintain the demeanor and temperament that the Forbidden Army of Heaven should have, but also to have matching combat effectiveness, every Yulin orphan under the glamorous appearance is to achieve this with extraordinary efforts in ordinary times, and at this time it is finally reflected, and anyone who underestimates them will pay a huge price!

"Sure! Penetrate! Bleed! There are already three special effects. Fang Jingshu looked at the dozens of people who fell under the first round of attacks, many of them were high-level soldiers, and sighed.

Gu Zhang's subordinates, the A-level troops of the Zhang clan, known as the "Bow God Miao Descendant", were completely suppressed by the Yulin Army of the same rank at the first time.

"And knockback and ballistic haste." Zhao Gao smiled bitterly and made a supplement. Fortunately, he has always been cautious, and if he acted rashly, this round of attacks alone would be a devastating blow to his beggar army, which was not yet fully formed.

"Five special effects!" Fang Jingshu said in a cold voice. Ballistic Rapid is not visible for the time being, but it is undoubtedly the strongest of the five effects, and ranged attack classes with this effect can often form an absolute suppressive effect on opponents of the same level.

With these five special effects, it only takes two or three more rounds to smooth out the wave of people in front of you.

It's just that these Yulin soldiers didn't finish shooting the arrows in the quiver after the first round, but hung them back on their waists, which made them still look handsome and chic.

When they drew their swords from their sheaths, no one dared to underestimate them, even if the swords were not suitable for the battlefield, and even if these swords full of inscriptions looked more like ornaments than bows, it did not change that.

Proving yourself with strength is always the fastest and most effective way.

With the addition of this new force, the situation on the battlefield suddenly turned one-sided, which was not good news for Zhao Gao, who wanted to reap the benefits of the fisherman, but he still breathed a sigh of relief.

The melee combat ability of the Yulin people is also strong, but after all, it is still within the acceptable range, and Zhao Gao still has a move to make a move, so his confidence in this battle has not been affected.

Seeing the feather forest under his command, Lu Daolong did not have half a point of joy in his heart.

Strictly speaking, these forty feather forests are not completely subordinate to the Lu family, but the royal family chose to reward him because of Lu Wan's great merits back then. Now that time has passed, there is no land play, and there is a limit to the number of times these Yulin troops can be used, unlike other rules that need to die in battle to disappear, they will consume some every time they fight, and when the rules are exhausted, these Yulin troops will return to the royal family.

"Come on!" Lu Daolong was now depressed and angry in his heart, and roared at Zhao Gao. He didn't know why, but the coalition forces, who were fine during the day, made this field in one night. Gu Cheng and Zhang Ran's death did have their own negligence, but after fighting with Gu Zhang's subordinates to the present, they always felt that there was something more critical missing.

"Damn Zhu Yan, not only can't even beat those pigs who are not even scum, but also wronged himself inexplicably, once he returns to the Lu family, he must teach him a good lesson!"

With his level of intelligence, even now, he still hadn't figured out if there was any connection between the two. For Zhao Gao, just because he was leaning against the fire and could see it clearly in the firelight, he became the target of his emotions.

"As you wish." Zhao Gao's tone was relaxed. The layout of his outer circle has been basically completed, and the seven members of the Feng family, who have turned a corner, have also returned to the battlefield, and directly attacked Lu Daolong, who was not guarded by forty feathers.

"Sure enough, I got you, these rats!" Lu Daolong was furious, and the momentum of the whole person actually climbed steadily, just like this, he directly advanced all the way from the historical F level to the historical C level!

"How can this happen?" Zhao Gao's eyeballs almost fell out of his sockets, this method of directly upgrading the ranks of historical figures was unheard of, and it was even more surprising than the appearance of "ace troops".

The history of the C-level, with the current ability of the Feng team, is tantamount to a sheep in the mouth of a tiger. Feng Yi immediately retreated with the six people behind him, only Zhang San stubbornly met him, and the blood sprayed directly by a slap.

"It's not an illusion, it's a real ascension." Zhao Gao said in shock. Zhang San has reached the B level of the plot under his domination aura, and losing in one round is certainly insufficient in his ability after forcibly improving, and it can be seen that Lu Daolong's strength is strong at this time.

This is clearly another form of rule inheritance, and Zhao Gao immediately realized that he had an understanding of the plot world.

At this time, the beggar army on the periphery had already stepped on Zhao Gao's aura of domination and entered the battlefield, and the Lu clan's subordinates, who had not been covered by the halo, were much thinner, and their combat effectiveness was not optimistic after the hard battle, and in the face of a large group of beggar troops who were almost in full state, it was natural for them to fall into the disadvantage.

"Duh!" Lu Dao snorted violently, and a rich dark purple aura emanated from his side, extending out in the form of a wave with him as the center, and then every soldier of the Lu clan stepped on this halo under his feet.

"General Wushang, Prime Minister, Lou Hou Lu Xun are here."

Behind Lu Daolong, a coercive phantom flashed by, leaving only the majesty that permeated the heavens and the earth.

Lu Daolong, a loser, actually activated the rules left by the epic historical figure Lu Xun!