The contingent supporting Xicheng included two groups, the first of which was 2,000 men composed of the regular army of the southeastern state, and had already taken the lead.

Hearing this news, Wang Hao keenly sensed that there seemed to be a master-slave difference between his group of aristocratic armies and Bang [***], it was likely that one group was used to cover consumption, and the other group was the real support force.

Xicheng is not far from Sanam Kangcheng, but there are no modern roads on this road, not even a slightly flat dirt road, all of them are ruins left by the war, and vehicles cannot pass at all, so they can only walk on their feet.

In the process of the troops' march, it was learned from the discussion of the surrounding nobles that it seemed that a part of the East Indian army was active in this area, and the headquarters of Sanam Kangcheng also sent troops to fight, but the other party was very cunning, and it was difficult to catch a large number of troops and retreat immediately, and the biggest trouble with this support may be this East Indians.

After walking in the dark for a while, there was a sound of fighting ahead. Judging by the intensity of the load, the place of the battle is not more than a kilometer away from the current position, and the number of people is about a thousand.

There can be a thousand people nearby, only the regular army sent out before, since it is fighting with the [***] team of the southeastern state, the identity of the other party is self-evident, it must be the East Indians.

There was a stirring in the aristocratic coalition, ready for the next battle.

Who knew that Huo XIV, who led the army, did not give any battle orders, but instead ordered the team to speed up and move towards Xicheng.

The team of more than 1,000 people slowly marched towards Xicheng under the noses of the East Indian Army, all sounds were forbidden, and the mouth of the mutant war beast was already covered with a chew, and the sponge was made into a cushion under the feet.

Looking at the flames of war in the distance, listening to the cries and screams of battle in Huaxia from afar, the nobles and private soldiers felt that their hands were trembling, and an invisible hat was buckled on the top of their group of people.

On one side of the hat is written the words "see death or not to save", and on the other side is written the word shame.

This kind of hat is not something that everyone can bear, not everyone can wear it, strictly speaking, as long as it is a person with a little blood surname, it can't stand it.

Finally, someone began to hold back, and quietly asked the supreme commander of the army, Huo Shishi, to fight.

Overrule.

Overrule.

Overrule.

Huo Shixi calmly and almost cruelly rejected one after another's willingness to ask for war, even if these nobles had already said that they didn't need any help, they brought their own private armies to help in the war, and even the large army didn't have to wait for them to come back.

Still rejected.

Any nobleman, any person, is the force to rescue Xicheng. Huo Shishi knew very well what Xicheng meant to the entire Sanan Kangcheng, and what Sanan Kangcheng meant to the entire battle situation.

The advancing ranks were quiet and terrible, and could erupt at any moment.

The young viscounts could no longer bear this humiliation, and they no longer despised Huo Shixi, and pulled the more than thirty people under their command, broke away from the large army, and began to rush in the direction of the battle in the distance.

With a leader, the remaining nobles began to move, and the entire team that was originally used to reinforce Xicheng began to stir.

A white horse descended from the sky in front of the viscount, and immediately sat a young man with a silver-white mask.

The viscount and his subordinates were finally treated as martyrs, and when the military judge of Huo XIV recorded the cause of their deaths, he wrote: Fought and died on the battlefield with the East Indian army.

So the team regained its calm, silently moved away from the battlefield, and marched quickly in the direction of Xicheng.

But there was still one less person in the ranks.

Wang Hao approached the battlefield in the dark with tiger teeth and cat waist.

Hiding behind a big tree and looking over, there was an open field in front of me, the open terrain was raised, like a not too high mound, and on the mound there was a group of soldiers wearing the uniforms of the southeastern states, forming a formation to resist in layers.

Around the mound was a large number of East Indian troops, which in numbers appeared to be at least twice as large as the people of the South-Eastern State.

This was the first time Wang Hao saw the East Indian Army.

Most of the East Indian soldiers were no longer soldiers, but beggars and slaves. They were dressed in shabby clothes, most of them were dark and thin, and most of the weapons in their hands were heavy weapons such as hammers and axes, and even shovels, shovels, axes, and chisels, but they were obviously not polished and forged, and they were very crude, and at first glance they did not look like weapons, but rather resembled the mining tools in the hands of a group of miners.

What surprised Wang Hao even more was that these East Indians were divided into groups of about ten people, and the feet of the ten people were connected by an iron chain, once someone was seriously injured or died, the other people first did not rescue, but took out the person's heart and brain and chewed it a few times and ate it, and then it was like taking a big tonic, and the combat power soared.

In other words, the more people who die in this team of ten, the stronger the combat effectiveness of the remaining people.

This is probably the lowest slave soldier in the East Indian army.

Among the slave soldiers, there were some bald monks, who were dressed in all gray cloth robes and barefoot, and from the way they dressed, these people were the ascetics of the Eastern Indians. Their combat effectiveness was obviously a level higher than that of the slave soldiers, and whenever only the last one of the slave soldiers died in a group, the ascetic monks would take out the core organs of the last slave soldier and eat them, and their combat power still increased dramatically.

Seeing this scene, Wang Hao probably guessed why the East Indian Army had become extremely difficult. In a general battle, as long as the death of the opponent's troops reaches one-third, there is no need to fight at all, and the entire army will be shaken and scattered, but the East Indian army in front of it is just the opposite, the more people die, the stronger the combat effectiveness.

However, the armies of their opponents, the southeastern states, have been greatly reduced in number as their physical strength continues to deplete, but their combat strength is rapidly declining.

When you encounter a force like East India, you can't fight, and you can't fight it.

In addition, more than a dozen white-robed monks sat cross-legged at the end of the battlefield, their hands folded, and they were chanting something in their mouths, as if they were chanting scriptures. It looks like a higher level of doctrinal monks.

As they continued to chant the scriptures, an extremely faint red light emanated from their mouths and fell on the ascetics, and the ascetics' combat effectiveness suddenly increased to a higher level, and the blessed ascetics would have a red ripple rippling around, and all the slave soldiers who were pierced by the ripples were like red-eyed beasts, not knowing the pain, and rushing forward without fear of death.

A barrage of bullets shot from behind a makeshift defensive line made of sacks from the East Indian Army, accurately hitting the brains of a small group of slave soldiers, but after a red ripple flashed, this group of slave soldiers still rushed forward, rushed into the defense line under the rain of bullets, and died like a pack of beasts and the two thermal weapon control superpowers behind the defense line.

An ascetic monk who obviously only had two third-order abilities jumped into the defense line after him, and devoured his heart while the last slave soldier was still alive, and actually had a difficult fight with a fifth-order state [***] captain who dared to come to relieve the siege.

This is the case everywhere on the battlefield, and the soldiers of the southeastern states are no longer fighting against humans, but in the face of a group of fanatical beasts that do not know the pain, and will not die even after being hit.

The defense line of the people of the southeastern state [***] is like an onion, which is peeled away and weakened layer by layer.

Wang Hao quietly touched the edge of the battlefield and wanted to secretly attack, but found that because the slave soldiers were all strung together in groups of ten, as long as one was killed, it would alarm the others, which was very troublesome.

As for those ascetic monks, they are all at the front line, and it is too long to find a cheap place to go, and although the white-robed monks are behind, they are also gathered together, surrounded by a large group of slave soldiers. It seems that they have been chanting scriptures and blessings without making a move, but who knows, anyway, from the Pupil of Insight, they all have several fifth- or sixth-order abilities on their bodies.

But since he came, he saw it, but he didn't do anything, which is obviously not Wang Hao's surname.

Wait patiently, there is always a chance, often say that there is no chance, that is because you can't hold your breath.

This opportunity came very strangely, and even Wang Hao didn't expect it.

In the crowd, a white-robed monk suddenly stood up, said a few words to the people around him, and then turned and ran towards the side of the grove.

Wang Hao secretly followed, only to see that after the white-robed monk entered the grove, he took out a roll of toilet paper from his waist, and immediately began to untie his belt.

Wang Hao directly reacted with the sudden slash.

This slash had the effect of "heavy injury to death", and the white-robed monk was killed in an instant.

The poor white-robed monk didn't know that he would lose his life when he came to a big one, and with his true combat strength, even if the ordinary holy domain of the southeast state came, although he couldn't fight and escape, he could barely do it, who knew that he met Wang Hao, who had a certain chance of killing the opponent in seconds.

A few fifth- and sixth-order abilities in the blood of the white-robed monk were nothing to be, but a fourth-order ability caught Wang Hao's attention.

Worship God Superpower.

This is the second time Wang Hao has encountered this ability, the first time is in the noble alliance of the blood ox, but he didn't pay much attention to it at that time. The god-worshipping superpowers obtained from the doctrinal monks this time seem to be more powerful than ordinary god-worshipping superpowers.

You can improve your all-round combat power through some kind of extreme worship, and after entering the fourth order, you can obtain a "divine light" ability to bless others.

From this point of view, the reason why those slave soldiers and precept monks in the East India were so fierce was because they were blessed by the divine light.

Moreover, the superpower of the god worship system can be improved differently according to the characteristics of the object of worship. For example, the blessing of the blood-red light on the battlefield in front of him made the East Indian Army crazy, which seemed to be because of the effect of worshipping some kind of murderous god.

Soon, there was a sound of footsteps, and an ascetic led two groups of slave soldiers running towards the side of the grove, presumably because the white-robed priest had not returned, which had attracted their attention.

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