The remnant sun is like blood, and it invades into the fire.

Are the remnants of the Chu State menacing, and they want to catch me off guard?

Han Xin's hand waved forward three times, and the herald had been waiting for the order, and when he saw this, he immediately shouted for the order.

"One round of projectiles, two rounds of flat shots!"

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the arrows shot out like locusts. "Bang! Boom! Two more muffled sounds, like a sledgehammer striking out.

The projectile is a white feather eagle feather, and the flat shot is an armor-piercing iron arrow, and the iron arrow comes first. The elite Qin pawn carried one bow and two crossbows, and three rounds were shot out in turn, and the first fell into the enemy formation, and the interval would not exceed one breath.

This is Han Shin's improved tactics, three arrows in one, concentrated burst out three times the number of soldiers.

A dense rain of arrows crashed against the reef like a black wave, crashing and flying arrows in all directions.

No one in the red armor battle array raised a shield, ignoring the feathered arrows falling from the sky, and only used the sword in his hand to block the oncoming iron arrows.

The feather arrows landed on the armor with a crisp sound, and more feather arrows hit the battle robe, and the bare body failed to form effective damage, and fell to the ground weakly.

Only the armor-piercing arrows posed some threats, and in the rain of arrows like an iron curtain, sporadic iron arrows finally penetrated through the sword-like barrier, carrying a huge impact through the robes. However, it was only a few threats, this empire's strongest individual long-range weapon, less than an inch into the flesh, the wounded were unconscious, still holding their sword forward, as if their pace had not changed.

Han Xin was unmoved, and nodded towards Fan Shi who was not far away.

Fan Shiyun's fingers were like flying, sketching quickly in the void.

With the final stroke, a huge cyan rune volleyed into the air and flew out. The thirty-six formation divisions behind him took out the formation flags at the same time and threw them forward.

The fog around the Red Armor Army was everywhere, and a white expanse enveloped them, and countless wind blades attacked from all directions, bringing up a puff of blood mist.

"Shield!" The red armor will stop drinking.

There was a sound of wind blades slamming like blades slashing against metal armor.

The white mist on the battlefield contracted sharply inward, and then swelled outwards violently. The maze and killing formations launched by the thirty-six formation divisions with all their might only lasted for a very short time before collapsing.

The red armor reappeared, like a red sun jumping out of the sea of clouds.

"Xuanwu Dunjia!" One of the formation divisions in charge of monitoring the battlefield exclaimed. As he spoke, he stretched and magnified the phantom in his hands with his hands open, pushing it into the air so that others could see it.

In the shadow, a layer of transparent spirit armor appeared on the body of a red-armored sergeant, and the spirit armor covered the whole body, and the wind blade struck it and sparked everywhere.

The sergeant's attire was slightly different from that of the soldiers around him, and he was supposed to be a junior officer like a sergeant.

In the gaze of everyone, pieces of spirit armor opened outward, converging from all parts of the body to the chest, and closing side to side, forming a six-sided spirit shield that was more than a person tall.

The spirit shield in front of several soldiers flew out and combined with it to form a larger shield.

"No, it's not Dunjia, it's a shield attack, a Xuanwu shield attack!" Another formation master exclaimed.

Even Master Fan couldn't keep his composure anymore.

Xuanwu Dunjia is only a high-level defensive spell, and it can't move him yet, while Xuanwu Shield Strike is different, although the name is similar, it is a completely different level. It is a kind of military formation spell, which only exists in ancient documents, and there is no actual combat record after the Western Zhou Dynasty.

The conditions for its establishment are extremely harsh, including the number of initiators is not less than 100 people, the gap between the soldiers and soldiers is no more than a small realm at most, it is presided over by a powerhouse of the Transformation God Realm, and the main general must have the Jiuli bloodline, etc.

Once the Xuanwu shield attack is launched, the entire military array will be united into a will through the soul lock, and the main general will be the master of the battlefield.

On the battlefield, the spirit shield continues to close, and finally turns into seven giant shields as high as more than ten zhang, which are the seven gods of fighting, bull, female, void, danger, room, and wall, and then overlap in turn, and the seven houses are integrated into an entity, which is the Xuanwu shield.

The shield is covered with metallic luster, and the ancient tortoiseshell coat of arms forms a beautiful pattern, which makes people deeply feel that there is an inexplicable harmony between themselves and the nature they worship.

Chijia pushed his left palm forward and Xuanwu shielded out. Then he turned his back to the sky, his fingers flexed and stretched three times, and shouted: "Spear! ”

Phantoms appeared in the Red Armor Army, and the phantoms rose, like the images of the Red Armor Army, and they all threw themselves into the main general and submerged into his body.

His momentum continued to rise, his arms were wide open like a bow, his mount under his crotch hissed, and the man stood up, and the iron spear in his hand shot out.

The runes in the void shone, and a barrier appeared, which was the main defensive array.

The iron spear slashed through a brilliant arc and slammed into the barrier with a piercing grinding screech.

The Xuanwu shield followed, like a heavy hammer, slamming into the tail of the iron spear.

The iron spear shattered, and along with the iron spear, there was also a large defensive array, and the barrier turned into countless fragments and scattered in the air.

Han Xin only felt that the ground shook and the tiles on the roof fell down like snowflakes. He stumbled under his feet, and a hand grabbed his arm.

He had been engrossed in observing the situation on the battlefield, not noticing that Lan Yuexi didn't know when he was already standing behind him.

"County Lord, it's dangerous here, go down quickly."

Lan Yuexi said something loudly, his ears were buzzing, filled with a deafening explosion sound, and he couldn't hear anything.

After the Xuanwu shield shattered the large array, it swept towards the Qin army with the power of destroying everything. Like the end of the world, it covers the sky and the sun, and it is unstoppable.

The warriors of the Heavenly Machine Hall showed desperate expressions one after another.

Master Fan put his hand into his arms, hesitated for a moment, and slowly stretched out his hand, holding a golden array disk in his palm. Every senior formation master has a hole card, and his hole card is the streamer.

The function of the streamer is to change the time, the range of the effect is very small, you can adjust the shape, but it cannot exceed an inch square space, and the time in this inch square will be slower than the outside for a moment.

Streamers have many uses, and the most typical use is attack. For example, if a streamer passes over a running person, when he runs more than a kilometer away, his heart still stays in place, which will undoubtedly lead to death.

In fact, everything is different in the previous moment and the next, even if it is still and still. The streamer is an indestructible sword, and no one can stop the streamer, not even the gods.

This is the last remaining streamer array disk in the world, and after throwing it out, there will be no streamer in the world, and there will be no chance to comprehend the mystery of time.

The Great Dao was ruthless, but he couldn't ignore the fact that so many Great Qin warriors died in front of him, and finally let out a long sigh and threw out the array plate in his hand.

The golden array disk swirled with brilliant brilliance in the air, and then with a flash of brilliance, it turned into a transparent square plane the size of three feet, and spun and flew towards the Xuanwu Shield.

The streamer cut into the Xuanwu shield and penetrated through the middle without any hindrance.

The perfect structure of the Xuanwu Shield collapsed in an instant, silently shattering into countless fragments of spirit armor, scattered all over the ground, stirring up dust in the sky.

The streamer was inexhaustible, cutting through the dust and smoke towards the red armor, and the red armor would not have time to dodge, and rolled off the horse's back in embarrassment.

A knight behind him subconsciously raised his spear to pick it up, and the streamer slashed across the spear, across his waist, past the two companions behind him, and flew into the distance, finally disappearing into the sky.

The tip of the spear fell and stuck in the frozen ground, and the knight's upper body slid with it, and the two heads rolled on the ground, staining the dead grass and snow red.

A cheer erupted in the Qin army's array, and the commander of the army was in high spirits, shouting an order: "Sword!" ”

The Qin army abandoned the crossbow and drew its sword, preparing to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

The Red Armor General was silent, this was the first time he had lost his robe since he came to this world.

He turned on his horse with a pale face, and pointed his spear forward: "Praetorian Guard, you will win!" ”

The Red Armor Army responded aggressively: "Praetorian Guard, you will win!" ”

A cloud of red like flames crashed into the Black Legion.

The dozens of Qin soldiers who were facing him were violently rushed and flew out, blood spraying wildly over the top of the robe's head.

The most elite troops of the Great Qin Empire are the Northern Legion under the command of Meng Tian, which is the Iron Army that crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood in the baptism of war, and the highest quality of individual soldiers is the Iron Eagle Ruishi of the Tianji Palace.

The realm of monks is divided into four major realms: foundation building, qi refining, god transformation, and Taoism, and each realm is divided into three small realms: the early stage, the middle stage, and the late stage.

The monk who has reached the realm of transforming into a god is already an existence at the top of the tower.

This time, the people brought out by Han Xin were mainly selected from the Iron Eagle Sharp Soldiers, except for some people with special talents, the others were the best in the army, and the proportion of monks reached a terrifying ninety percent. The junior officers above the rank of chief were all in the early stage of qi refining, and several lieutenants had even reached the middle stage of qi refining.

However, the combat effectiveness of the monks does not strictly correspond to the realm, and due to the difference in exercises and combat skills, it is common for low-level monks to defeat high-level monks.

In war, the lives of high-ranking monks are even more like mustard.

There were constantly Qi refining cultivators being beheaded, their limbs broken and falling to the ground, and the lowly ones being trampled into a pool of flesh of unknown shape.

Another hundred generals flew the long sword, and a sharp sword came diagonally through the side, plunged into his lower abdomen, and then a long sword swept over, cutting off his head.

This is the third hundred generals who died in battle today, Han Xin's heart is dripping blood, after this period of running-in, these people will be his rising team in the future, so they were lost in vain.

More than half of the 500 casualties were showing signs of collapse, and the other side paid the price of less than 10 people.

Without hesitation, Han Xin threw the two thousand-person teams that had just finished the whole team.

The Monk Army is different from a regular army. Ordinary cold weapon troops, no matter how large the number of people, can only make the strength of the people on the front side of the confrontation, and the others can only slowly line up in the back.

The so-called terrain, battle formations, and tactics in the history of cold weapon warfare for thousands of years all revolve around expanding or limiting the front, the side with a large number of people hopes to expand the front and can invest more troops, and the side with a small number of people hopes to limit the front.

The opposite example of war is to set up ambushes and besiege the side with more people, and the side with fewer people will be besieged.

As the encirclement continues to compress, more and more soldiers on the trapped side are forced to withdraw from the front, while the outer side can use bows and arrows to kill and wound the trapped rear personnel with impunity.

The army of high-ranking monks is completely different, and the existence of the sword art has brought the advantage of numbers to the extreme.

All the junior officers, plus some of the strong men who had reached the early stage of qi refining, had a total of more than a hundred flying swords interspersed in the battlefield. Under the precise control of the swordfight, accidental injuries are extremely rare, and the Iron Eagle Warrior can completely ignore the flying sword of the robe, while the Red Armor Army is inevitably in a hurry.

The balance of war began to tip to the Heavenly Machine Palace, Han Xin turned his head and discussed with Lan Yuexi for a while, and after obtaining her approval, he summoned another herald and explained a few words in a low voice.

Han Shin is adept at maximizing every advantage of every point, and now that the tide of battle is starting to turn, it's time to think about how to end the fight.