"The foot soldiers changed formations, and turned defense into offense. Knights on both wings, attacking the enemy's flanks. ”

Long Aotian raised his voice to order, and the golden drum banner passed the order to the whole army.

Then he said to Zen Master Xuezhai: "Teacher, the commander-in-chief of the whole army, I will hand it over to you now." I will personally command the archery team and destroy the enemy army. ”

He ordered to Gang Yuanxin again: "Yuanxin, take your team to hold the rear, and block Su Can's department no matter what!"

After discovering the plan, Su Can will definitely evacuate Dao Miyagi with his troops and return from the north, trying to impact the Shenxiao Army from the rear.

If you can unexpectedly flank the Shenxiao Army back and forth, there is still a chance to turn the tables.

But now Gang Yuanxin retreated several miles with his subordinates, lined up in a wall-like formation, and the strength of his troops was similar to that of Su Can's troops.

Although Ji Hongyan is brave, Gang Yuanxin is also a master of conquering the sky, which is enough to be an enemy.

Then there is no hope for the Shentang army.

The thick formation of the Shenxiao Army began to stretch to the sides, stabbing towards the Shentang Army's formation like sharp scissors.

The army of the Divine Hall was divided into two teams, the east and the west, and the Su Mengzhen department in the west was the main force, and it was also the target of Long Aotian's heavy attack.

He took over the command of the Arrow Team on the west side from Gu Xichao.

The arrow team stepped forward step by step, unhurried, and as steady as Mount Tai.

The lethality of the pulley bow far exceeded the imagination of the temple samurai, and everyone did not understand how such a strange-looking bow and arrow could be more terrifying than an iron cannon!

The formation of the Divine Temple Army, which was originally as solid as a rock, began to tremble like fallen leaves in the wind.

"Steady!" Su Mengzhen shouted violently: "Line up the shield wall to resist the enemy's volley!"

Only then did the soldiers of the temple hurriedly lower their tall iron shields.

However, this heavy shield array was long enough to resist the charge of cavalry and infantry, but it lacked the protection effect of bows and arrows.

The sound of the dwarp began again, and the sharp arrows were thrown in, and some of them were blocked by the shield array, but many of them fell over the shield wall, splashing blood and splashing torrents.

Shenxiao Dao's famous strong archers, coupled with a pulley bow that can crack stones, the lethality is self-evident.

Long Aotian hung in the air, his eyes were like lightning, and he shot towards the soldiers of the Quartet.

He sensed everyone's battle intentions and thoughts with his heart.

In the middle of the night, the entire Arrow Team suddenly brightened.

The substantiated battle spirit is rushing straight to Xiaohan!

Long Aotian suddenly shook the Heavenly Bow, and the general electric light tore through the sky, roaring out, extremely dazzling.

For a moment, a strong wind swept through.

All the archers fired their arrows, not scattered in the slightest, but they became more and more violent because of the wind.

Brilliant white light, hovering across the night sky, whistling endlessly.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the arrow is like a heavenly punishment.

It's for--shoot cut!

The giant shield could not resist the violent energy of the battle method, and they were cut off one after another and swept into the air. The soldiers in the front of the Shentang Army lay in wait on the ground one after another, their flesh and blood flowing, and they were miserable.

It was obviously an arrow, but it was like an invisible ten thousand sharp blades cutting by, and it was impossible to dodge.

This is the power of the advanced archer method of warfare - shooting and cutting.

The soldiers of the temple looked at each other, each with a chill.

Su Mengzhen hurriedly said: "General Jiang Rui, quickly take your troops and fill the gap!"

Jiang Rui is over fifty years old this year, and he is the sixth brother of Jiang Ren, the head of the Jiang family, and led the Jiang family's subordinates in this battle.

Hearing Su Mengzhen's order, Jiang Rui faintly showed a reluctant look.

His thirteenth brother Jiang Chuan died in the last battle of Burning Beanzaka by Long Aotian's tactic "Shooting and Cutting". Now that "Shoot Cut" is coming again, it really arouses his fear.

But Jiang Rui didn't dare to disobey the order after all, so he had to lead the team and meet it slowly.

Seeing this, Su Mengzhen had no choice but to say to Su Guang: "Guang'er, you also take your troops and cooperate with General Jiang Rui! As long as you can repel this round of strong attacks by the enemy, this battle can be regarded as ......a draw."

He did not dare to say that defeat would turn into victory, because most of the soldiers had lost their fighting spirit.

This extremely strengthened strong archer is not without restraint.

But Su Mengzhen hadn't expected this kind of thing before, so he was completely unprepared. In addition, because of the desire to underestimate the enemy, the pre-war mobilization was not enough, and it was completely unfeasible to fill it with human lives.

Otherwise, the number of enemy strong archers is limited, and the way of exchanging a few lives for one life should be able to consume them.

A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Long Aotian's mouth.

"General Jing Naomori, let's go into battle. ”

In the midst of the cavalry, a tall man suddenly took off his dark robe.

The mask is like fire, and the armor is better than blood.

"Iya Knight, charge with me!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the enemy army was hit by a round of "shooting and cutting", Jing Naosheng led the knights of Ii Valley, like a river of blood, towards the opposite Shindo army!

Akakii Yi, show the edge again.

Jing Zhisheng took the lead, and a fire dragon erupted from his palm, burning a Shentang heavy infantry company with a shield to ashes.

If he has the courage of ghosts and gods, he burned three people to death one after another, and the war horse under his crotch stepped one person directly into a meat patty.

It seemed that in an instant, he had already come to the side of Jiang Rui, a veteran of the Divine Hall.

Jiang Rui's old face changed color.

Then he plucked up his courage and gritted his teeth and said, "Piff, dare!"

A meteor hammer was swung, and the air burst into flames, and it went straight to the door.

Jing Zhisheng snorted coldly.

The blazing wind swept in.

The meteor hammer touched an invisible wall, and with a thud, it flew backwards.

Jiang Rui was dumbfounded, and was counterattacked by his own meteor hammer, hitting the door in the middle, shattering his head, and killing him instantly.

Originally, this was in the army formation of his own army, with Jiang Rui's cultivation, even Jing Zhisheng, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Shangshenxiao, should not have been defeated and died so quickly, so that others had no time to support.

However, the ancients had a saying: where the battlefield of war and the place of corpses stand, if you die, you will live, and if you are lucky, you will die.

Jiang Rui's soul was eroded by fear, he lost his fighting spirit, and only thought about evacuating the battlefield as soon as possible.

So he died faster than anyone else.

As soon as Jiang Rui died, the Jiang family's subordinates burst into tears of crying father and mother, and collapsed in a panic!

The Jing Yi cavalry was like a sharp knife, interspersed into the Shentang military formation.

Su Guangda was shocked and hurriedly ordered the soldiers to resist.

However, his command and control over his subordinates were inadequate.

Facing Jing Zhisheng, who was like a war ghost, Su Guangbu was also torn apart like a wave in the bloody killing.

Thinking of Jiang Rui's fate, Su Guang was secretly frightened, and said in his heart: Father, I'm sorry!

He led the already chaotic soldiers back first.

The formation of the temple army was wide open.

The long snake formation lacked depth, and Su Mengzhen's main formation was exposed in front of the enemy cavalry in a blink of an eye.

Jing Zhisheng slapped his horse and shouted: "Red Ghost Jingyi, please ask the master of the Su Hall to fight!"

Su Mengzhen sighed, held the red sleeve knife, and floated out.

His eyes were still cold, and he said categorically: "Jing Zhisheng, you are not my opponent." ”

"So, what about one more me?"

Another horse galloped in.

Dressed in heavy black armor, his face is like ice and iron.

"Zhao Zhonggao, the commander of the Three Rivers Blood Killing Battalion, is here. ”

Zhao Zhonggao's words were flat, his left hand was placed on his chest, and he prayed silently.

Brethren of the Bloodslaughter Camp, avenge your shame today.