When Stuka and Lin Yuqing rushed to the front line defense area in the starry night, it was a cold morning with slightly white autumn colors.

The first wave of the alien attack had been repulsed, and the large force had returned to the defense area more than a dozen miles away, stopping at a sand dune. Far more than Valhalla expected tens of thousands of alien races, spread into a mountain all over the field, looking at the mountain pass in the distance.

Half a day's drive from the camp, the air had already changed its smell.

A faint fishy smell floated under the blue and white curtain, and at first it was faintly suspicious that people had smelled it wrong, but as the two of them got closer and closer to the mountain pass checkpoint, the nauseating smell became heavier and more sticky—when Lin Yuqing turned over and dismounted, a stream of sour water rushed up his throat and eyes, almost causing him to vomit on the spot.

I heard that the scale of the alien race that came this time was huge, as many as 20,000 or 30,000, and their short attack left a fishy residue in the checkpoints and camps, as if even the tents and rice bowls were soaked with the smell of aliens.

As soon as he entered the camp, Lin Yuqing was suddenly lined with all kinds of fierce warriors and turned into a little chicken.

At this moment, the rest in the camp were all soldiers who had already fought with the alien race once, and the tents of the various tribes were close to each other amid the smoke and laughter, but they were distinct. Lin Yuqing led the horse and followed Stuka through one after another leather tents, fires, and weapon racks to the front of the mountain pass checkpoint.

The mountain pass is a steel fortress built against the mountain, and for thousands of years, it has stood like a silent black beast between the continent and the aliens. Before the founding of the Fang Kingdom, all countries relied on mountains and checkpoints to resist foreign invasions, so Lin Yuqing felt a little relieved when he saw it from a distance—but he didn't feel at ease for long, and followed Stuka's Blade tribe out of the checkpoint and into the frontline defense area.

It was only on the edge of a sea of quicksand, and as far as the eye could see, it was already a long yellow sand. Even though there was still a distance of twenty miles between Lin Yuqing and the alien army, he still really felt their existence—the subtle friction of tens of thousands of alien tails across the sand and insect shells one by one, buzzing into one, like a constant tinnitus, everywhere and straight into the human brain.

That wasn't all, but the boy was truly surprised when he stood on a sand dune and looked into the distance.

In his sixteen years of life, he had never seen such a terrible number of alien races: their dorsal armor and scales were covered with yellow sand, which looked like an endless, dense, tumbling tide of insects, and the brown and ugly colors covered every corner of the field of vision, as if they were about to overturn and swallow the tender green human world in one gulp.

It was just the immobile alien race that made the young man can't help but turn white—he couldn't imagine how huge and terrifying the tsunami-like scene must have been when these tens of thousands of hard and stout aliens in scaly carapace screamed and rushed up. For thousands of years, the people of Fangguo have used their own flesh and blood to block such an enemy?

"This is the battlefield of our Fangguo, and although we are friends, you don't have to come with us. Stuka glanced at Lin Yuqing and removed a heavy set of leather armor from his horse. "When the battle begins, I won't be able to take care of you, your fate is all in the arrangement of the god of war. ”

"The injury on your body is just right, in fact, you don't have to come," Lin Yuqing said stiffly, taking the leather armor, "My life is fine, so I won't let the aliens take it." ”

Stuka laughed and kicked the horse's buttocks, and the two horses trotted back: "Then you can get on!"

The words were high-sounding, but when Lin Yuqing was sunk by the leather armor, he still beat a drum in his heart.

The High Priest rescued Bai Jiu and Ada, and began to inquire about the whereabouts of the villagers for him, which was too helpful to Lin Yuqing, and he couldn't tolerate watching his friends fight in battle when the alien race was invading, but he sat down in Valhalla and drank tea—not to mention, he had tossed the Fang people the day before yesterday.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Lin Yuqing held the knife tightly.

By his side, the warriors of the Blade Tribe had assembled. Unlike the Holy Alliance, the Fangs do not have a top-down military system, and the defense line has always been composed of several different tribes, relying only on the simple sound of a horn to complete the unified defense and attack.

But this does not affect the power of this meat grinder in the slightest.

The wind whistled through the yellow sand, and nearly 10,000 soldiers of the Fang Kingdom quickly completed the change of guard in silence. Except for the clash of swords, guns, bows and arrows, there was not even a single shout from the centurion—the people of the Fang Kingdom were born warriors, and once they were placed on the battlefield, all the worlds outside of battle would dissolve, and all that remained between heaven and earth was their iron will and bloody murderous aura.

No one shouted, no one mobilized, and the blood surging in the body of every soldier had already merged into a monstrous battle intent. Even though Lin Yuqing stood in the battle formation without saying a word, he was soaked in this sharp and vivid murderous aura, and he clearly felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, and his heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

The standoff lasted only half a morning, and was quickly torn apart by a loud horn at the back of the checkpoint.

As soon as the attack horn of the fang country sounded, both sides moved at the same time, like two fierce beasts that had just woken up, and took heavy steps towards each other.

In the deafening shouts, the footsteps of tens of thousands of people charged, shaking the earth and trembling. The stirred yellow sand spread in the air, obscuring the sky like a thick fog. The countless scimitars, spears, bows and arrows in the two camps formed a cold torrent of metal in the yellow sand mist, roaring towards each other.

After being suppressed by a round of bows and arrows like a dense rain of arrows from the warriors of the Fang Kingdom, the alien race that rushed to the front was suddenly full of arrows and staggered to the ground. However, more aliens stepped on the corpses of their companions and poured up, and the forwards of both sides were like two long knives, "dang" together, and they tore and staggered, and fell into a fiercer fight.

If you compare a foreign race with a human race, the strength and size of the alien race have a slight advantage, not to mention that they are protected by scales and insect shells, but in the sea of quicksand, it is not ordinary human beings who meet them - in front of the tall and fierce Fang warriors, every step that the alien race takes forward, will leave countless corpses at the price.

However, the last thing that aliens are afraid of is death.

They rushed up in waves, as if endlessly, just to die, and when the rudimentary spears in their hands were knocked away, they bit with their teeth and tore with their claws. Lin Yuqing saw with his own eyes that the face of an alien race was pierced by a knife, and his hands still hugged the Fang country warrior in front of him - once a Fang country person was trapped, the surrounding foreign races were like sharks that smelled blood, and pounced on the sword behind him, exchanging his countless lives for the life of an enemy.

The besieged warriors of the Fang Kingdom often end up dying together with several alien races.

The blood enraged the Fangnation troops, and the aliens fell to pieces in front of the steel, and none of the aliens rushed up to the ground, and the aliens kept rolling to the ground by stepping on the corpses of their companions, either trampled to death by the army behind them, or stabbed to death by the Fangs.

The two sides had only been fighting for a moment, and the yellow sand had been soaked in blood and turned into a slimy mud swamp.

When Lin Yuqing slashed at an alien in the back, and the blades and scales splashed with sparks, he was almost numb to the kill—despite the bravery of the Fang warriors, they suffered a loss in numbers. This time the scale of the alien sortie was staggering, and behind the frontal battle line between the two sides, there were countless aliens who were ready to rush forward, and the Fang people had to guard against both sides and make sure that the front army did not penetrate too deep, and soon felt the struggle.

No one would notice that no one would notice that a team of white-clothed priests rushed out of the mountain pass at this moment.

Led by a slender priestess, they rode up into the battlefield and rose from their horses one after another. The priestess said a long, crisp tone, like a great bird with its wings spread, and circled into the sky, and more priests joined in, and the high-pitched and melodious song echoed across the battlefield, faintly higher and thicker, as if it were not these few people who sang the sacrifice, but thousands.

"Come, come! Praise the God of War!"

In the deafening cheers of the soldiers of Fangguo, the early morning sky light passed through the clouds, jumping over the battlefield one after another, Lin Yuqing looked up and was immediately stunned.

In the changing light, a Valhalla floating in the sky gradually emerged.

Valhalla's majestic and empty projections are bathed in daylight, reflecting dazzling colors, like a morning sun born from the waves in a sea of clouds. Countless shadows of all kinds leaped from Valhalla into the battlefield - after the fallen spirits landed on the warriors of the Fang Kingdom who had been fighting hard for a long time, they were suddenly shaken, and in the sudden fierce shouts of killing, the warriors rushed out with the fallen spirits towards the alien race in front of them, like a sickle slashing at the rice in front of them.

It was the first time Lin Yuqing had seen so many fallen spirits of different shapes: a long black shadow suddenly exploded in the air, filling it into a cloud of smoke and enveloping a large area of aliens; a huge iron-gray stone statue smashed into the center of the alien race, splashing a piece of flesh and mud; and a warrior of the Fang Kingdom was even swept in the air by a wind-shaped falling spirit, sweeping the battlefield back and forth with the wind, and everywhere it passed was flying heads.

In the face of such a death harvest, the foreign race suddenly erupted in high and low screams, except for the part at the front that was still fighting with the Fangguo, the back saw that the situation was not good, and immediately turned around and fled.

Not every Fang can get a fallen spirit, and the rest of the warriors follow the fallen spirit to cooperate in the battle. Speaking of battles, in fact, after the Fallen Spirits joined, the situation had become a one-sided slaughter - the reason why the priests had to summon the Spirits in the later stages of the battle was precisely because they wanted to use their lethality to establish victory in one fell swoop.

On the entire battlefield, Stuka was probably the only one who was depressed.

Although he said that he didn't care, his feet were never too far away from Lin Yuqing; as soon as the spirit came out, Stuka's face turned black - he grabbed the little blue old man who kept shouting and cheering on his shoulder, and he didn't do anything else, and threw it to Lin Yuqing with his backhand: "You take it, I'll be angry when I see it now!"

"Where are you going?" the boy asked, scrambling to grab the slippery Scurry.

"Go ahead and kill a few more aliens to relieve your anger!" Stuka roared, pulling his legs and running.

It's just that Stuka's simple wish almost failed.

The High Priest had commented that the alien race, regardless of whether it was a sword mountain or a sea of swords in front of it, would crash upwards as if they were sent to death, but when Lin Yuqing ran to catch up with Stuka, he found that this was not the case.

As soon as the Falling Spirit appeared, the troops behind these bugs immediately turned around. They don't want to fight, they just flee backwards in groups and in a big way. If you look down from mid-air, you will find that a large open space is rapidly separating the front line from the fleeing aliens, and the fleeing aliens are like a frightened colony of ants, surging behind them like the ebb tide, exposing more and more sand.

After destroying all the enemies in front of them, although the Fang people clenched on, slashed and pursued behind, and left behind the corpses along the way, the remaining alien races still retreated into the depths of the sea of quicksand as fast as possible, retreating into the hinterland where humans could no longer venture even if they had fallen spirits.

There were still flying spirits hovering in circles in the sky, and the battle on the ground was over, and only the follow-up work of counting the battlefield remained.

Nearly 30,000 people were dispatched by the alien race, and more than 20,000 were killed and wounded in one morning, and this battle can be regarded as a complete victory. But the people of Fang Country all felt a little aggrieved by the victory - they had been fighting for so long, just to be able to completely crucify the enemy with a fatal blow, so that they would no longer have the power to resist, but no one expected that as soon as they saw the falling spirit, the alien race in the rear actually turned around and ran, and in the end nearly 10,000 alien races survived.

"They never ran before," Stuka scolded sullenly, kicking away an alien corpse on the ground: "It seems that they can't fight hard all the time, so I'm afraid of them, and I've learned to run away!"

Lin Yuqing's energy has been completely overdrawn, and he didn't feel anything when he was excited just now, but now as soon as he relaxed, he immediately softened on the ground, and his muscles trembled. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath for a long time, frowning and dazed.

"Something doesn't seem right," the boy muttered suddenly, "I don't think they're scared, but more like they've been ready to run away." ”

As soon as Stuka raised his eyebrows, his face covered in blood also revealed a bit of incredulity: "Why do you say that?"

At the time of the falling spirit, there happened to be a warrior in front of Lin Yuqing who got a lake-shaped falling spirit - the surging waves of water poured down from the sky, and suddenly dispersed a large area of aliens in front of him, tearing a hole in the battle line of the aliens, revealing the endless desert behind.

At that time, during the battle, his eyes were red, and he didn't have time to think about anything, but now once he calmed down, Lin Yuqing couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"They seem to be split into two groups...... The alien forces that are fighting with us are a group, and behind them, across a large area of sand, is the other half of them. Lin Yuqing recalled a few scenes of chaos and short-lived, trying to reconstruct the battle situation at that time in his mind: "I don't know when they were divided into two parts, but you think that when the falling spirit attacked, almost none of the alien races in front of them retreated, and they were all annihilated by us." And in the latter part, none of them stayed to fight, and they only fled without a second of delay. Isn't their division of labor clear enough?"

Stuka was stunned, wiped the blood on his face, and sat down.

"You mean, they've learned to divide a portion of the queen as well?"

"It's more like sacrificing your life to intercept. ”

"The alien doesn't have the ability to think about the big picture, let alone retreat in a planned way......" Stuka shook his head, "Even if you're right, what's the purpose of doing this?"

"Save your strength!"

"Don't forget, it's the big army that's left to fight. More than 20,000 people were sacrificed just to save the remaining six or seven thousand? This number of people will not be enough to plug our teeth in the next attack. ”

Lin Yuqing was speechless for a while, and after thinking for a while, he couldn't figure it out. Also, if it was really to preserve strength, wouldn't it be enough to only go up to half of the people at the beginning? It's not the first time that the aliens and the people of the Fang Kingdom have fought, and they both know that the Fang Country troops are going to send out to fall into the spirits......

If you can't think of it, you don't want to think about it - the young man has already been overdrawn, so he immediately waved his hand to admit defeat, and then planted it on the battlefield, and became one with the corpses around him.

Stuka was also injured and tired, and sat beside him with cold air, looking at the gray-blue sky in a daze. As soon as the battle was over, the old man jumped up and down again, and he realized that he had become acquainted with Nagarjuna, and he talked back and forth in circles around each other, and for a moment only his endless muttering was left in the wind.

"Over there, do you see it, there are two over there!"

In the distance, someone shouted as if he had discovered a new continent, his voice urgent and happy.

Lin Yuqing and Stuka were stunned, glanced at each other, and got up - the people who came were three or four wounded youths, and the tattoos on their shoulders happened to be a team of the Blade Tribe. A few people approached, and when they saw Stuka, they swept to his side, and they were also stunned: "It turned out to be the two of you?"

"What's wrong?"

The young man in the lead paused and sighed: "It's nothing, we thought it was ...... These two fallen spirits belong to Valhalla. ”

"What's going on?, haven't all the fallen spirits in Valhalla been taken away?"

The leading young man furrowed his thick black eyebrows, and a deep Sichuan character sank between his eyebrows. For Lin Yuqing, who had fought together in a bloody battle, he didn't seem to be an outsider anymore, thought about it and said in a low voice: "The priests seem to say...... There are fewer fallen spirits that have been recovered. ”