"Rush out and kill them! Don't let Xunyang City be destroyed by them like other cities! Loved ones are behind you, enemies are in front of you! If you can't stop it, your parents will be killed by them, your sisters will be humiliated by them, and your home will be destroyed by them! ”

"Stop them! Kill them! Remember, our mission is to rush out and kill them! You are protecting your relatives and protecting Xunyang City! ”

"You train every day, you don't need to say any more, I just remind you of one more thing: look up at your general, he is watching you. Remember, General Kawaishi was once just like you, just a scholar with no family background! How did he become a negative general and become the ninth son of Weiyang who everyone admires? ”

"Remember: those who bravely move forward will have a time to worship the marquis; Whoever takes a step back, die! ”

"Now listen to the order, enter—"

The heavy riverside water gate was slowly opened, and the seven iron grates slowly opened with a sour sound, like a desolate monster showing a full mouth of fangs, waiting to taste those young and fresh lives.

The half-grown children of the 10,000 new barracks, operating five hundred old warships, straightened up with a little courage aroused by Fang Cai's generous reprimands, listened to the increasingly dense war drums, and began to cross the Linjiang Gate, past the already dilapidated Linjiang wharf, and rushed towards the Moon Shadow River.

The sound of the war drums at the head of the city became more and more noisy and dense, and the enemy's warships were seen approaching in the distance, and in the silent shouting, the wooden oars rowed across the water, arousing a cool feeling, and rowing through the hearts of everyone.

Han Bo looked at the army of the Purple Lotus Sect in amazement, as well as the tall warship surrounded by many small boats. After a year of siege, Han Bo has not seen the enemy's warship, but the warship used by the general enemy is only two stories high, five zhang long, even if standing on its bow, facing the Xunyang city wall as high as ten zhang can still only look at the ocean and sigh.

But this time, the warship launched by the Purple Lotus Army—no, it can't be called a warship anymore, it's simply a moving Void Behemoth—the giant ship transformed from an ancient Behemoth is eight zhang tall and dozens of zhang long.

Originally, the skeleton of the whole body was installed with a wall panel made of spirit wood, and the drive was not by manpower, but by the remaining soul will of the giant beast to swim forward, although it was bulky, but as fierce as a beast.

Looking at its surging momentum, it was not much shorter than the towering Xunyang City Wall, and it was hard for Han Bo to imagine what method those Purple Lotus Sect disciples used to tame the will of this Void Giant Beast and transform it into the giant ship it is today.

But now is not the time to think about this, Han Bo was just a little distracted, and felt a burst of heat in his ears, and then he heard a loud bang, two fireballs had already fallen into his own warship array, and the shattered wood chips were flying everywhere, and the miserable screams had begun to sound.

"Spread out!" This is Captain Shi Jian's hoarse shout, and the flag on the command ship also began to fly: "Plum Blossom Armor Breaking Formation!" Rush—"

Han Bo only felt as if his body was no longer his own. The huge fireball that suddenly flew from the enemy's huge ship came again, and although the boat had been nimly dodged by the sailors' oars, they were still stained with a little splash of fire. Once the fire was touched, it lingered, and in an instant it consumed the sailor's life.

In the captain's roar, Han Bo's body preceded his consciousness, tucked the remnant knife in his hand, took the wooden oar of the sailor who fell into the water and died, stabilized the boat, rocked the oar vigorously, and rushed out.

As his spiritual eyes opened, the spiritual world returned to him. He saw countless spiritual threads intersecting in the air, flying towards his eyes. He knew that the end of each spiritual thread meant devouring a living being.

His soul was running at high speed, trying his best to calculate the landing point of each spiritual thread, and the wooden paddle in his hand was constantly flying. Until all the warships were scattered, plum blossoms formed on the surface of the river, and flags were heard from the flagship of the command.

Han Bo almost jumped to the center of the ship and photographed the button. As a fluctuation of spiritual power spread, the plum blossoms were all connected to each other, forming a large array that was both scattered and connected with each other.

This plum blossom armor-breaking array is the handiwork of Shuofeng Lingzun, except for the huge spirit crossbow in the center of the ship that has been put on the winch, this knot button is already the largest transformation of these warships transformed from fishing boats.

However, although this large array that emitted a thin aura could block the fireballs thrown by the enemy army, it did not have much effect on this close-range fight. But in a moment, the warships of both sides collided together, and the bloody melee began.

During nearly half a year of training, each of these ships had twenty warriors, five of whom were rotating hand water, five shield men, five spearmen, five archers, and five short knife men.

Everyone cooperates with each other to form a small array, which can attack from afar and defend closely, and advance and retreat freely.

But in the face of the influx of enemy ships, the countless rain of arrows like flying locusts, and the broken spears and the enemy troops who jumped into the ships, this array that had matured day by day was like a drifting bird in the ocean, and it soon crumbled.

Han Bo found that the enemy's battleships were taller than those on his side, and countless enemy ships squeezed the plum blossom armor-breaking array on his side, and the enemy jumped off the ship as if it were flat ground. If it weren't for the blessing of this plum blossom armor-breaking array, I am afraid that I would be crushed by this enemy ship at this moment and become a rout deserter.

Han Bo stood on top of the warship, his body as if it was not his own. His oar was taken by another sailor, and he drew his sword and fought the surging enemy. Don't be afraid of the enemy, as long as you stand and stay in formation, your comrades will help you block the enemy. But when you retreat, you will die!

Don't be afraid of the enemy, and if you're afraid of death, don't be afraid of the enemy...... It's not a man, it's the devil, it's the devil who burned down your house and killed your relatives......

What else? The lessons that the captain kept repeating in his ears with all his might on weekdays lost their meaning at the moment. Han Bo felt that his body was no longer controlled by reason, as if an elf that suddenly appeared took control of his body. And his soul seems to have wandered away from this warship, and only silently watched from the side.

Knife flash!

At this moment when the sword light flickered, beyond the blood-stained blade, Lu Shi saw a face, a wooden, youthful face, distorted by fear.

He'd seen a face like this countless times. Xiao Chen, a coolie who carried work on the dock together, the little guy who made friends with him in the Fishing Dragon Gang, and Xiao Li who trained and fought together around him...... Or...... Myself......

The enemy's sword had broken through the outer shield and slashed in front of his eyes!

His mind was still in chaos, but his body seemed to have a life of his own, and the rusty remnant knife in his hand went straight to him. Although the start was a moment slow, Han Bo's knife came first, just in time to meet the slashing knife accurately, with a crisp sound, the two knives intersected, and the enemy knife was unexpectedly cut in two.

However, he ignored the length of the enemy's sword, and although it was broken, the blade of the knife was still cut straight without hindrance. The blade stopped in front of him, and blood dripped down the blade and dripped in front of his eyes.

The knife did not hit him, and a comrade with a short knife next to him was kicked by the enemy, turned over, and fell off the ship, making a splash. It turned out that it was his comrades-in-arms who blocked this knife with their own bodies and saved his life!

He roared, and the remnant knife swung out again, and the man drew his knife to block back, but the knife in his hand plunged into the enemy's body without any hindrance.

Blood. That's not their own blood. I'm alive!

Only then did Han Bo feel a strange sensation in his hand, which was a viscous and warm liquid, the blood of the enemy. He looked at the broken knife in his hand in amazement, and forgot where he was for a moment. He found that his teammates around him fell one by one, and the enemies that kept coming in were killed by his teammates, and then they all rolled down and fell into the river, and the blood gushed like a spring......

At the head of the city, Xunchuan Shi's white beard fluttered, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the melee in front of him. As long as the giant ship took a step forward, the huge fireball shot from the ship was enough to hit this section of the city wall, but whether it was Xunchuan Shi, Shuofeng Lingzun behind him, or even the guards and soldiers standing straight around him, none of them had the slightest look of panic, let alone leave to avoid it.

"It's really hard to find an ancient giant for the sake of the Purple Lotus Sect's gang of traitors. It's a pity, although they don't know how they tamed the remnants of the will of the giant taki, but they can't exert one-tenth of their power, how can they be able to defeat the legendary spirit king who left behind the city protection array. Shuo Feng sneered, but his face did not move: "After all, they still don't dare to step into the range of the negative spirit beast, and our soldiers are about to attack his ship." ”

"I can still vaguely maintain the formation at this time, and the quality of this batch of recruits is good." Xunchuan Shi was slightly silent, and after a while, he muttered: "Shuofeng, this plum blossom armor-breaking array you designed is also very good, it seems that I will lose this bet." ”

"Shi Jian, who trained them this time, is a talent personally selected by you, General, so naturally he can't be wrong." Shuo Feng said expressionlessly: "Looking at the rabble of the Purple Lotus Sect, it has already become a mess, it seems that it will not take a moment for our army to win a big victory." ”

"Don't jump to conclusions, this is just a test for them, and even if we win, it doesn't matter the big picture." Xunchuan Shi shook his head slightly: "But this Shi Jian is good, after coming back, he will be transferred back to the Xunzi battalion and promoted to guerrilla leader." This time, this batch of recruits can come back, and they will be reviewed together and put into the Xunzi battalion. ”

Shuo Feng nodded yes, but suddenly his tone changed: "It's not good, the crazy woman of Red Lotus has come to charge the battle in person again!" ”

The warships of Xunyang City were still advancing, slowly cutting through the enemy's ship formation. However, the battle did not stop, and became more and more bloody.

Han Bo's face was stained with blood, and he didn't have time to reach out and wipe it. There are fewer and fewer comrades-in-arms around him, and more and more enemies have jumped into the warship, always breaking through the outer shields from time to time and rushing into the array.

He did his best to maintain formation with his teammates, and the remnant knife in his hand kept swinging and stabbing out. He didn't know if he had stabbed the enemy, so he and his comrades could only maintain a gradually narrowing position, trying their best to protect the only remaining sailor who was still desperately rocking the oars, and the most precious crossbow of all.

If it weren't for his spiritual eyesight, which allowed him to see the path of the enemy's sword cut down one step earlier, in such a rain of swords and guns, I am afraid that he would have died long ago.

All he could rely on was this remnant knife in his own hand, and it was only then that he truly realized his sharpness and unparalleled superiority. But every sword that touches it will be broken.

Several more comrades-in-arms fell, and the array of tacit cooperation finally failed to take shape, and the battleship fell into a complete melee. The comrades-in-arms around him died one by one, and he just subconsciously protected the spirit crossbow and kept slashing at the enemy.

However, he is still alive in the end. He had already seen the enemy's giant battleship, the ancient Void Behemoth. That was the end of his trip, and the banner of their victory. Just destroy it, destroy it, and we'll be able to go back alive!

Han Bo noticed that his own warship had broken through the enemy line, and shot a Dao spirit crossbow at the huge and somewhat bulky ship. With each crossbow, the boat twisted. With each crossbow, its massive body swayed and hissed, making a splash.

Seeing an opportunity, Han Bo swung a knife and forced back an enemy army. Turning around and severing the rope of the winch, the crossbow shot out and pierced through the enemy, carrying his body and flying towards the giant ship.

But almost at the same time, Han Bo suddenly felt a tingling pain in his forehead, as if the spirit crossbow was not shooting at the ship, but at his spirit sea. He felt that his eyes were dark, and the whole world seemed to slow down.

All the killings around him, the swinging swords and guns, even the huge crossbows that were fired at the Giant Ship, paused for a moment. The river suddenly became desolate, and a red lotus rose into the air and jumped into his eyes.

This red lotus is hazy, swimming in the sea of blood, like the wind fluttering, miserable and self-reliant. Where it was shrouded, the illusion was formed, and the blood-colored silk threads of the Dao Dao were filled with the lotus petals, and the sound of the ghost crying demon horn sounded. Whenever anyone hears about it, they first stagnate, and their faces are smiling. Then it was penetrated by this blood, and then the blood veins collapsed, and the whole body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

And around that blood lotus, there were demon girls with blood veils on their faces following them. They are armed with double blades, flying from side to side, like ghosts. But looking at the places where the twin blades passed, all the wreckage was shattered, and the severed limbs flew around.

Blood Mist Spirit King Red Lotus!

This nightmare of Xunyang City, the first fierce general under the Purple Lotus Hades King Hong Yibing, the commander-in-chief of the siege of Xunyang City, can make this moon shadow and the fierce god of babies up and down the river stop crying, Red Lotus!

"Celestial Blood!" An imperceptible light flashed in the eyes of Xunchuan Shi at the head of the city, he stared carefully at the swaying and miserable red lotus, and sighed heavily in his heart: "What a heavy grievance!" ”

Shuofeng Lingzun on the side was speechless for a while, and muttered to himself: "This bloodthirsty madman actually came out to charge the battle in person!" ”

Suddenly, the iron armor rattled, and several lieutenant generals standing around knelt down together: "General, that red lotus is so rampant, the last general is willing to lead his troops out of the city to fight and take the head of this anti-thief!" ”

Xunchuan Shi didn't seem to hear his subordinates' request to fight, and only stared at the constantly diffusing blood mist above the big river under the city, and fell into silence.

The recruits of Xunyang City are on the battlefield for the first time, and they can hold on to the formation so far, which is really a miracle created by the captain Shi Jian, and the biggest reason is that they are still the enemy's army, which is mainly composed of displaced people who are coerced by the Purple Lotus Sect.