Zhao Feichen didn't understand what was going on at all, he stubbornly followed the sergeants to charge, and in an instant, the situation changed drastically.

I don't know how many witches flew in all directions, and the black pressure was like a locust plague passing through, completely blocking them at the intersection of the street where they had planned to ambush before, and the team that was in the rush was blinded when they landed, and the formation almost collapsed.

Fortunately, these sergeants are all experienced in a hundred battles, and they don't need to be commanded by General Zhang Bai at all, they all know what they should do, and they immediately shrink their formations and defend them.

The wide street could not even be crowded with so many people, and it was also a loss that a large number of witches were still flying in the air with nowhere to stay, unable to launch a full-scale attack.

The intersection is indeed a good place to set up an ambush, otherwise I would not have chosen this place to set up an ambush just now, although the witch army can attack from all sides, but the four nearby courtyards can also provide strong support.

Seeing this sudden situation, they rushed to the tall and sturdy stone wall and threw flying spears in rows.

Whether flying from the sky or walking from the street, if the shaman only wants to storm this crossing, he must be baptized by the flying spears from the courtyards on all sides and the eight high walls. This scene fell in Zhao Feichen's eyes, and he suddenly felt like he was playing TD tower defense.

Unfortunately, he is at the crossroads, not a player with a god's perspective, but a base heavily defended by many turrets, and a target that monsters desperately want to break.

After all, the number of soldiers under General Zhang Bai's command is too small, even if they fight bravely, they can't stop the huge difference in strength between people and witches, especially the strength is far behind, as long as the outermost heavy shield soldiers are broken through, none of the eight people in the whole team can survive.

The physique of the witches is very different from that of the human race, and there is no fatal damage except for the head. It is also strong and brute, and the strength is infinite.

Terran warriors must hold a heavy military shield in order to barely resist the brute force attack of the witch, once the heavy shield is breached, at most rely on the ordnance and sharp weapons to fight together, but more often, desperate death can only leave a wound on the witch's body, unload an arm. As long as you don't cut off their heads, it's useless to make an opening in the chest.

It is difficult for the Terran warriors to resist the brute force of the shamans, and it is difficult for the shamans to resist the Dao skills of the cultivators.

The ten people of the existence battalion were all powerful, and the witches fell in rows, most of them were torn apart by the fierce Dao arts, and the whole gray and gray were not a few, and the spears flying on the eight high walls were like hailstones, although the witch army was still swarming like locusts, after all, it was not as caught off guard as when it was first attacked.

General Zhang Bai finally led the robes to stand firm, and after a little counting, he found that the hastily set up four-layer defense line had broken through two layers, more than half of the soldiers were killed and wounded, and only about 40 people remained, divided into seven or eight teams to form a shield formation, and protected the people in the camp in the middle.

As long as there are soldiers in front, the dead soldiers in each battalion are equivalent to a machine gun, the ammunition is inexhaustible, killing people is like mowing grass, and the casualties of the Witch army are worse and heavier than those of the Terran soldiers.

However, in the face of the vast number of witch barbarians, there are only more than 40 people, how long can they resist?

"Witches are hateful." There was a loud shout on the left wall, and a burly man in black armor suddenly slid down a zipline, and in mid-air, he swung the machete in his hand and slashed at the neck of the witch below, cutting it in two, swinging left and right twice, and two heads flew into the sky.

A lot of ziplines were thrown out of the high wall one after another, and more than a dozen people slid down one after another, all of them were full sets of armor, black and gray, almost completely seamless, only revealing a slit in the eye, and you knew how heavy it was when you looked at it.

The fierce man stepped on a heavy pace, charging first, the sword flashed, and kept pulling out the cold full moon, killing witches like chopping melons and vegetables, and he actually cleared a passage and led everyone to rush directly to Zhang Baijiang's side.

General Zhang Bai obviously recognized this hideous armor, and said happily: "Quickly let go of the shield wall and let General Wu in." ”

The sergeants obviously also recognized who this General Wu was, and their morale was greatly boosted for a while.

"Go in and get a P, Lao Tzu will kill ...... outside"

General Wu swung his sword, cut off a witch man at the waist, and then kicked him in the face, and the whole head was deeply deformed, and he couldn't see his original appearance at all.

He laughed while waving his knife: "Lao Tzu drank too much wine, and as a result, he slept for three days, and when he woke up, Wu Man actually dared to run to attack the city, how can he fuck it, if he doesn't come early or late, he just comes at this time, so that Lao Tzu can't go to the battlefield with the prince and ......die."

Another witch's head was split in half with a knife from the top door, Zhao Feichen's eyes were straight, is this black-armored man still a human? It's more like a witch than a witch!

The white pigeon seemed to consume a lot, and was stopping to rest, seeing Zhao Feichen stunned, he couldn't help laughing: "He is Wu Qian's general who broke the strong warrior battalion of the jumping army, and he led the team several times when I went out on missions, a typical Fengling man, bold, love to make friends, just hate the little white face, Feng Yudu slapped him, almost died, you kid be careful." ”

"You're just a little white face...... Zhao Feichen glanced at him angrily, but when he heard that this man had slapped Feng Yudu, his good feelings rose sharply.

Li said coldly: "You two have rested enough!" ”

The white pigeon spread his hands and smiled bitterly: "I have run out of flying knives, and my ability has gone to eighty percent, and I can't use it strongly!" ”

I said "oh" vigorously and didn't say anything more.

The white dove is different from other cultivators, who have cultivated half-body and half-dao techniques, and must cooperate with the flying knife that has been refined by their spiritual power, and fly out with one sword, which is not inferior to the powerful fire spear, and the accuracy is not inferior to the flying sword of the animal god. If he runs out of knives, he will only have the ability to run for his life.

Turning his gaze to Zhao Feichen.

The whole battalion is very hard, after all, no one wants to die if they can live, only Zhao Feichen is useless, his hand flying sword looks similar to the animal god, the actual power is far behind, it is indeed a hundred shots, but no sword has ever hit the vital point, for the witch, it is not harmful at all.

It's embarrassing to chat, and he is so angry that he can't do it.

Zhao Feichen touched his nose in embarrassment, and opened his hand to cast the flying sword.

He is also considered to be a good learner, and he does not shout mantras as loudly as before, but like the people in the camp, it is enough to recite lightly, and shouting so loudly is not a warning to the enemy!

Zhao Feichen didn't expect it before, because when Yangshan Town participated in the competition of candidates, it was purely a competition of martial arts, and the battle for victory and defeat was not for life and death. And Fei Xian is a priest who manages the people, of course, the more solemn and authoritative the Taoist technique is, the better, and it must be upright. Therefore, Zhao Feichen always thought that Taoism needed to shout out every word, but in fact, it was not necessary.

The white dove leaned into his ear and said, "You know, I used to look down on you, but now I admire you a little, you are a natural person who is suitable for war." The first time I went to the battlefield, I was so cruel, I didn't pee my pants, I actually fought well, although my strength was almost good, but it wasn't simple! ”

…… z=z^2+c……