Chapter 56: The Battle of the Spirits (Page 1/1)

Song Hongyang and the other two officers led the Lingshou soldiers from behind the ridge to outflank both sides, approaching the imperial people on the edge of the river beach from three directions. After receiving Luo Ling's order, they will attack at the same time, so that the Empire, who are still completely unaware, will lose one after the battle begins.

After about twenty minutes, the three troops were in their respective positions, reporting to Luo Ling through the contact between the spirit attendant and the host mage. Luo Ling had regained some of her spirit at this time, and she walked to a hillside in an invisible state, and once again condescended to the top of the camp.

Luo Ling's hands danced lightly, and an extended range of sleep techniques erupted from her hands, and fan-shaped ripples swept down the mountain, silently passing over the imperial soldiers. There was no sound in this sleep technique, but the spiritual magic swept over the people in the camp, and those who were originally asleep slept more deeply, and those who were awake but a little sleepy fell into a dream. Even those who were still awake suddenly felt sleepy, their eyes were a little fighting, and they wished they could fall asleep.

A young Imperial officer with two soldiers walking along the perimeter of the improvised camp on patrol sentry sentry let out a heavy yawn, thinking it was the natural drowsiness of a summer afternoon, and did not expect the prelude to the attack.

After walking a few more steps, he heard a plop behind him, and when he looked back, he saw that one of his soldiers had fallen to the ground. The other soldier was supposed to help someone, but he squatted down behind him, but he also sat next to the sleeping soldier and took a nap.

The officer was shocked, and dispelled his drowsiness by seven or eight points, he knew that only magic could produce such an effect, and immediately shouted loudly: "There is a magician attacking us!"

But the warning came too late, and as he shouted, there was a strange whistling sound in all directions, soft and high-pitched, like something tapping lightly against the armor, making a clicking sound.

Having fought with the Chinese for these years, the Imperial people already had a basic understanding of the Chinese's pneumatic weapons, and then there were screams one after another, making him realize that the enemy's sneak attack had been successful.

"Lord Morlett!" the officer rushed towards the center where the general was, and countless metal bullets shot out from the dense forest behind him, hitting the officer and his comrades, and his movements that burst out of the protective fighting spirit were a step slower, and his body was cut by four or five bloody holes from those bullets, and the officer felt a piercing pain in his back. His steps became messy, and he ran a few more steps, getting weaker and weaker under his legs, and finally fell to the ground. He saw the Imperial soldiers around him fall one by one, some were panicking and were knocked down by the bullets like him, and many more were killed while still asleep. As he lay dying, he vaguely saw General Moret in the center of the camp wake up and begin to organize his men, but it was already too late, as was his shout.

Song Hongyang and the others did not lead the team to rush out of the forest, but took advantage of the cover of the woods and the terrain height difference to shoot at the enemy from top to bottom, and the mages in the team would release fireball magic to the gathered enemies.

Because mages were better protected, there were far fewer mages who fell ill than warriors in the plague at Blackwood Pass this time. The configuration of Morlet's team was very deformed, with only one mid-level mage and two low-level mages among the more than five hundred people. The three mages had just cast some shield magic before they were taken care of by the acolytes, and the bullets and magic splashed against them. The dispel spell first lifted the shield, and then the three Imperial mages were beaten into a sieve.

Morlett organized several breakouts, but the mid-level and high-level under his command, even if they could withstand a certain amount of bullet damage, it was difficult to brave the mage's concentrated fire to rush into the forest, and there were more than twenty mages in Luo Ling's spirit attendant, although the highest was only the middle level, but they used the method of resonance casting to greatly increase the power of magic. The result of each breakout is to drop a few corpses, and then be smashed backwards by elemental magic.

One of Morette's guards said: "My lord, the Chinese occupy the mountains on three sides, and their magicians' advantage is too great, so we have no hope of fighting like this, we can only cross the river and go deeper into the forest." ”

Molett looked back at the river behind him, although the river was only more than ten meters wide, but the drop was very large, the water flow was turbulent, and it was basically impossible for the soldiers who were not strong enough or had poor water quality to cross the river.

"Do you want to abandon the majority and flee with only a few?" asked Morlett.

The guard said, "Your Excellency, you also know what the situation of our people is. What is the difference between dying here and dying in the enemy's town two days later? But it is very different for the enemy. Shouldn't we conserve our strength and deal the biggest blow to the enemy?"

Morette snorted coldly.

The guard hurriedly said: "Now is not the time for you to lead the black guard, there are no real masters under your command." It is useless to force a breakthrough, we, we have no other way to go. ”

Morette said: "Then you cross the river first and reconnoiter the situation on the other side." ”

The guard took the order, he was also a mid-level warrior, and the river more than ten meters wide was just a matter of jumping over for him. He rushed to the river and burst out of his fighting spirit and jumped to the opposite bank, but when he leaped to the highest point, an ice spear suddenly appeared from higher in the air, breaking through his fighting qi defense and penetrating his body.

A human figure appeared from the sky, and it was Luo Ling who came to the other side of the river at some point, blocking the last gap alone.

Morette looked at the corpse of the guard who had fallen into the water, and secretly let out a sneer.

Those imperial people who were originally looking forward to escaping across the river bent their bows and arrows at Luo Ling, but a light shield appeared in front of Luo Ling, and these weak attacks were easily blocked by her shield, she cast an ice storm towards the river bank, white ice crystals and snowflakes covered the sky above these attackers almost instantly, the cold air froze their movements, and the ice edge pierced their bodies, after the ice storm of the great magician, the river bank was in a mess, and there were few people standing.

Blocked on all sides, the Imperials' space was shrinking smaller and smaller, and they had to use stones, tree trunks, and terrain as cover to avoid bullets. But there weren't many places to hide, only the dozens of fighters around Moret still maintained a basic formation, and most of the fighters on the periphery were beaten to the ground.

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