After three months, Ji Lin finally completed his battle weapon.

If this weapon is preserved in this war, it will definitely become the symbol of Yuanyang's mansion; if its design drawings are preserved, the machinery will definitely replace the traditional cold weapon; if Ji Lin stays in Yuanyang, someone will definitely make a statue for him to commemorate him forever.

Whether in terms of shape, construction, performance, or otherwise, this weapon is impeccable, and it is completely for the sake of war!

Its shell is made of Moyun steel, which is tough but has a strong hardness, and the blade cannot be injured, water cannot invade, and fire cannot attack. The appearance is rough and hideous, strong as a cow, and the body is pitch black and glows with a pale cyan light, majestic.

It has a pair of thick curved corners on its head, crafted from dark iron, that deal great damage to the front when sprinting. The end of the nose has a concave surface, covered by a thin membrane, and there should be a small hole underneath.

The curved fangs on both sides of its mouth are murderous, and there is also a temporarily closed capsule in the middle, which is connected to a contraction sac, which contains a highly corrosive liquid.

It has six limbs like an insect with many sharp blades and sharp spines. The forelimbs are as thick as an adult's legs, with hideous claws, while the last two pairs are as thick and short as crocodiles, giving the impression that they are as sluggish as those of a crocodile on land.

It also has a crocodile-like tail covered with greenish-purple barbs, two pairs of bat-like wings stuck on its back, and a wingspan of up to nine feet, large enough to take its bulky body into flight. There are also many concave surfaces on both sides of its back and waist like the end of its nose, and it is also known from the connection of its body that it must have some strange abilities.

However, the only thing it consumes for such a fierce weapon is the power of source ink. However, unlike ordinary ink spirit puppets, they generally only need to consume the core part.

Ji Lin named it "Crocodile Slaughter". As soon as the crocodile slaughter, which was four zhang long (of which the tail accounted for half of the length) and weighed more than 7,000 catties, was completed, he threw its design drawings into the refining furnace, drove it, and left Yuanyang County with unkempt hair and heavy dark circles.

Even with four wings, the flight speed of the crocodile is not enough, and it can only fly up to ten feet. If this continues, it will take at least a day and a half to reach Lingye.

At the beginning of April, Lingye.

"Uhhh

The hornhorn sounded. In the plain of Lingye, the two sides are separated by ten miles, and they are lined up neatly and ready for battle.

After two months of fighting, both sides had very few troops left. On the side of the Yuan Yang army, the last dozens of shield guards, the last 200 infinite, cavalry, and the remaining 1,000 archers were lined up in four phalanxes; on the side of the Rongge army, 500 infantry armed with single swords stood in the front, and 500 cavalry stood in the back, without shield guards and archers, and the soldiers were all heavily armored and had hideous faces.

The flags of both sides fluttered at the head of the team, the blood-red sword flags were murderous, like bloodthirsty beasts, and the dark golden hammer and axe flags were domineering and hidden, like restrained edges.

"Knock, knock, knock!" the war drums of the Ronge army began to beat. The soldiers raised the weapons in their hands and shouted loudly, and the weapons in their hands fell together, and the shouts became higher and higher.

"Knock! knock!" Yuan Yangjun's war drums also sounded, the drums were heavy and tragic, and the soldiers roared heartbreakingly, everyone's faces were swollen red, and their eyes were covered with a layer of blood mist.

"Kill!" shouted from the other side, and five hundred infantry rushed over like crazy cheetahs.

The archers of the third and fourth formations were well-trained to mount their bows and arrows together, and to hold the full moon with bows and crossbows.

"Shoot the arrows!" the general of the Yuanyang army gave an order, and thousands of arrows were fired in unison, shooting at the infantry of the Rongge army like a torrential rain. Then the general of Yuan Yang shouted, pointed to the front with a halberd in one hand, whipped the horse's buttocks with the other, sat down and neighed and rushed towards the enemy. The soldiers behind him were full of blood, the shield guards held up their heavy shields, and the infantry cavalry followed closely behind, charging forward with weapons in hand.

The archers immediately replaced another arrow after firing one arrow, holding it full, and shooting it in a volley, methodically and neatly.

The arrows of the archers were razor-sharp, and the heavy armor of the enemy was as brittle as paper, and it was easily pierced. The enemy troops on the opposite side fell one by one, and the rest of the soldiers continued to rush forward as if nothing had happened. The horses trampled the fallen soldiers into mud, and the smell was immediately terrifying.

After several "rainstorms", the enemy army was killed and wounded, but there were still many enemy troops who followed one after another.

"Boom!" nearly a hundred shields paused on the ground in unison, forming a low wall, and as soon as the enemy arrived, one hundred and ten guns poked out of the gap, like a python out of a hole, and was taken by surprise.

The infantry jumped out on the shoulders of the shield guards, and as soon as the spears pierced through the wind, the Ronggo infantry, which bore the brunt of the attack, snorted in unison, blood splattered, and corpses were all in place. The cavalry leaped out on horseback, driving straight in, the halberd waving, stabbing and stabbing the dead under the halberd.

The enemy infantry specially sought the mounts of the Yuanyang cavalry to attack, and slashed with their swords, often causing the opponent to turn over on their backs.

Even if they are mortally wounded, if they are not properly killed, they will add a sharp knife to the attacker. What's more, his body was pierced into a hedgehog, and he still slashed like a madman until his last breath.

Although the tactics of the Yuan Yang army can bring heavy casualties to the other side, the brutal and brutal style of the Rong Ge army also makes the soldiers of the Yuan Yang army tremble. They seem to be like emotionless puppets, killing people like hemp, ruthlessly harvesting fresh lives, even their own people.

The enemy cavalry also caught up.

"Shoot the arrows!" General Yuan Yang roared in the chaotic battlefield, and the archers in the rear began to fire one after another. The enemy cavalry, before they could meet their infantry, fell one by one, leaving only the horses to rush ahead in a frustrated manner, and then they were hacked to death with swords.

The originally dominant Yuanyang army finally showed their fatal shortcomings - there were few infantry, cavalry, and shield guards left, and many enemy infantry took advantage of the gap, and even the archers were no longer tightly protected.

Yuan Yang's side only had a few dozen steps, cavalry and a few shield guards left, less than a hundred people. On the other hand, there were more than 700 people in the Ronge army - more than 200 infantry and more than 400 cavalry.

"Shoot me at all costs!" General Yuan Yang saw that the enemy army had broken through the defense line, and now there were only a few dozen remnants left still struggling to fight the enemy, he closed his eyes tightly and screamed bitterly, "Let the arrows! Don't let those thugs trample on Yuan Yang's dignity!"

The remaining 800 or so archers had to pick up their bows again and put on their arrows......

Something terrible is finally here. The sky was getting dark, and the afterglow of the remnant sun reflected a crimson golden light on the torn armor, and the tattered banner hung low in the sea of corpses and blood. To the east, the hazy moon can already be seen.

As night fell, the archers' horizons shortened dramatically. On the other side, only scattered black shadows could be seen, and the enemy made the most correct choice for them, scattering and outflanking them from different directions.

Behind the Ronge army, a few fires seemed to be visible flickering in the distance. The flames grew bigger and bigger, and they joined together, and the black and oppressive enemy troops came to help.

Although the soldiers of the Rong Ge army did not shout anything, whether it was the generals of Yuanyang or the archers, their eyes were covered with a layer of dead ashes at this moment: at this time, there were not a few arrows left in the quivers of the archers, could they still hold it?

"General, what should we do?" Sure enough, everyone began to be at a loss. A young voice asked the general anxiously.

What should I do? You ask me, who do I ask? General Yuan Yang was also confused, but he still forced himself to say calmly: "Don't panic, our reinforcements are coming soon, let's hold first and wait for reinforcements!"

The bright eyes of the archers who asked him showed hope in the dark night, and he turned back to the others and said loudly: "The general said, our reinforcements are almost here, tell us to hold first! The general said, our reinforcements are coming, let us hold on!"

He was obviously overly excited, and he said it twice in a row, and everyone heard it. More than 800 archers regained their vitality and morale. The general's heart is a little complicated, and the words of reinforcements are unnecessary, but now he is also exhausted. He simply gave another order: "Ready!"

Once again, the archers mounted their bows and arrows.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Yuanyang Daying.

Yang Wu stayed in the camp and took care of the wounded with the pharmacists. Wounded soldiers were constantly being sent back outside, and Yang Wu's heart became heavier and heavier while waiting.

Finally, he finally waited for hope.

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

This batch of reinforcements was led by the Fan brothers, and Fan Cai, who was the eldest brother, unceremoniously pushed his younger brother out to report the news.

Yang Wu personally stepped forward to receive him and asked, "How many reinforcements are there?"

"Five hundred infantry, six hundred cavalry!" Fan Zhoumu did not squint, and said with his head held high.

Soon, this support army was on the battlefield. When the general saw them, he looked at these faces with wide eyes in disbelief, and his heart was shocked and ecstatic at the same time, and he raised his halberd and pointed forward: "Good boy, kill the Quartet with General Ben!"

"Kill!" the reinforcements shouted in unison, staggering past the archers and rushing forward.

The archers, physically and mentally exhausted, retreated. Back in the barracks, the young archer sat down on the ground with his butt down, his hands trembling.

He glanced at the quiver and shuddered—it was empty. He couldn't help but think: If the reinforcements were a little more late, I am afraid that he and the others would already be in a different place.

This batch of reinforcements are all high-level ink warriors with extraordinary strength, and after several months of training, they are able to destroy the withering and decay on the battlefield. Among them, the highest cultivation is the Fan brothers, who are already in the Moyuan Realm. The two brothers are invincible with a sword and a sword, and no one can match it!

The spirit of General Yuan Yang was a little excited, and he kept going, shuttling among the enemy troops, and rampage. In front, the murderous Rong Ge general held Ge in front of Yuan Yang general, his face was gloomy, and he couldn't see the pupils in his eyes, which was extremely weird.

"Ping-pong!" the halberds collided, and the generals of the two sides finally met and fought in the dusty battlefield. Not to be outdone, the horses on which the two sat down glared angrily, and cooperated with their masters in battle.

The battlefield was littered with sand and gravel, the neighing of horses, the clashing of metal, the sound of maniacal laughter, shouts, and screams. At the same time, it is also fishy, under the cold silver-white light of the crescent moon, the solidified blood is purple, and the silver-white heavy armor of the Rong Ge army reflects the moonlight and looks brilliant, becoming the live target of the Yuan Yang army.

It wasn't until darkness completely enveloped the field, and even the moonlight and starlight were eclipsed, that the two sides returned to their camps.