Chapter 742: The Source of Corpse Qi
The earth was filled with gunsmoke.
The war drums of the two sides are like the churning waves on the sea, one wave after another, one stack after another, sometimes resounding through the sky, sometimes low and whimpering, like a weak wife who has just died of her husband.
"Arrange your troops!"
Yang Feng never fought unprepared battles, since he fought to the death, he had to deploy the army in advance, and in another world, he had also studied the art of war.
Not to mention the master of strategy, in the midst of strategizing, the decisive victory is thousands of miles away.
But he still doesn't have a problem killing this little bit of people in front of him.
"Shield soldiers, do the front row, protect the crossbowmen, the cavalry charge from the flanks of the army, remember not to be afraid, charge me to the death, break up the formation of the place, and then the swordsman, to attract firepower for the crossbowmen and help the shield soldiers share the pressure."
Yang Feng arranged tactics in an orderly manner.
"Yes!"
"Order!"
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The shield soldiers were led by Jiang Xiong, the crossbowmen were personally commanded by Jiang Kui, and the cavalry was led by Jiang Tian and Jiang Prison.
"Yang An, I, and my Heavenly Mandate Organization, what do we need to do?"
"You guys? Take charge of the harvest and remember that to be merciful to your enemies is to be cruel to your own people. β
Throwing down these words, Yang Feng continued to stand on the city wall.
His opponent is Xia Yuan, as well as the land slaves and human slaves around Xia Yuan.
On Xia Yuan's side, corresponding measures were also taken, and the two sides officially began to usher in a big showdown.
"Holy Lord, this battle ......"
"You don't have to keep your hands, the grievances we have accumulated with Jiang Chao over the years should also be over."
From beginning to end, all Xia Yuan cared about was the art of immortality.
Nothing else matters to him.
The baptism of blood and fire, the interweaving of light and darkness.
Collide with the most brilliant sparks
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An army of 50,000 Jiang Dynasty against an army of 100,000 Xia Dynasty.
However, it can be seen that the 100,000 army of the Xia Dynasty had low morale and showed cowardice in the process of charging into battle.
On the other hand, the 50,000 Jiang Dynasty army under Yang Feng was extremely high.
There is endless blood in the chest.
Yang Feng made a strategic deployment in advance, and the 50,000 army, according to his statement, went to fight.
The shield soldier raised his heavy shield, and one shield after another followed, and the huge shield soldier itself was like a wall.
He blocked, the imperial army, wave after wave of attacks.
Behind the shield soldiers, there were five thousand crossbowmen in an orderly manner, firing ten thousand arrows in unison!
And there are also "rockets" with flames on the clusters of arrows.
For the night sky, which is already invisible to the five fingers, a group of "shooting stars" is dotted.
The arrows in the sky, the arc that crossed, were like meteors flashing in the sky.
Yes, the meteor is short-lived, but it shines brightly.
"It's a rocket!"
"Shieldmen! Shield Soldier Ready! β
Shield soldiers are indispensable to any well-trained army.
The shield soldiers of the dynasty are holding a black iron shield, and the material is much easier than the stone shield.
Black shield, up!
A black "wall".
Nothing.
Rumble!
Bang!
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On the ground, as early as nightfall, Yang Feng had already ordered his subordinates to go to ordinary civilians, borrow his hands, and pour fire oil in the place where the imperial army was located.
Now, the rocket fell to the ground, the black iron shield, and with the blessing of the oil and the fire, the fire became bigger and bigger.
There was a sea of fire, and the shield soldiers were caught in the fire.
"How so? Xiaohu, I'm here to save you! β
Hou Chonglong, look
Under the city, the sea of fire ignited, and at the same time he was shocked, he remembered that it was his younger brother Hou Chonghu who led the shield soldiers.
The sword god, in this sea of fire, is also difficult to escape.
"Xiaolong, if you go now, you can't do anything, and you will take your life in vain."
Xia Yuan stopped Hou Chonglong.
"Holy Lord, I want to save my brother! Don't stop me! β
"Hey! Fire oil is flammable when it encounters fire, and now that the fire has burned a sea of fire by the wind, your current actions are tantamount to death. β
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The five thousand shield soldiers of the dynasty were burned by rockets.
There are no bones left.
Looking at the nameless fire that fell from the sky, more soldiers of the dynasty were shaken.
Their military spirit was dissipated at this moment.
"Good opportunity, take advantage of the moment to break up their formation."
Jiang Tian and Jiang Prison also understood that time was running out, and they seized the opportunity to lead their cavalry to rush the 90,000 troops of the imperial dynasty.
At this time, the imperial army was already disheartened, and the soldiers suffered heavy losses, and they had no intention of fighting again.
Jiang Kui knew the truth of taking advantage of his illness to kill him, led 20,000 swordsmen, and began to kill the enemy.
Bloody skulls rolled down.
"Ahh Don't kill us, we're willing to surrender! β
The sea of fire that had just come from not only burned 5,000 corpses, but also carried their hearts.
The heart, which was already full of holes, large and small holes, seemed to be about to leave at any time.
When the cavalry of 10,000 people scattered the formation with lightning speed.
It was not only the formation that collapsed, but also the crumbling military spirit at that moment.
Rumble!
The only faith in the heart, and faith.
They are all annihilated, and to be an army, to lose faith, to lose faith, is to be destroyed.
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Those who disarm and surrender will be given a way out, and those who dare to resist will be killed. β
Jiang Kui has never been a good person, but he is not a murderer, and he can't bear to slaughter all these soldiers.
Hearing Jiang Kui's words, many soldiers of the dynasty laid down their weapons and surrendered.
For a time, the battlefield was full of flags.
"We're defeated!"
Earth slaves, human slaves, their eyes reveal incredible.
An army of 100,000 against 50,000!
With twice as many troops as the enemy, they were the ones who lost in the end.
"Lost? No! It's a win! β
Xia Yuan, the corners of his mouth lifted a wicked smile.
Corpses were strewn all over the field, bleeding and drifting.
A prison in the depths of the palace.
In the corner of the prison, an old man with a hunched body.
Severe coughing.
The palms of his hands covering his mouth were full of blood.
dragged the stump and stepped into the prison step by step.
Deep.
The smell of rotting corpses was in the air.
It smells of vomiting.
At the same time, in the depths of this prison, there is a breath that is not available in the outside world.
The breath emanated from every corpse on the ground.
What sealed this corpse qi was a door.
These are two iron doors made of deep sea silver iron.
Completely isolated from this corpse qi.
Now the door is open.
Tiannu, exhausted the last trace of physical strength in the body.
Slowly pushed open the door made of deep sea silver.
A corpse breath, fluttering in the wind.
Due to the velocity of the air, the corpse gas quickly drifted to the battlefield where the two armies were fighting.
"Hahaha! Yang An, you lost this war. β
The corpse qi in the air is actually the source of the dead qi in the prison and even Xia Yuan himself.
What remains before death is called dead air.
After the death of a person
The corpse gas that is produced out of thin air is called corpse gas.
"All soldiers, wear gas masks!"
Yang Feng had expected this.
50,000 soldiers, immediately fully armed, put on gas masks.
"Damn! But do you think this way your soldiers will be able to avoid being corrupted by corpse energy? You are so naΓ―ve. β
Xia Yuan really didn't expect this, but just now Jiang Kui didn't wipe out the imperial army, which led to the remaining thirty or fifty thousand imperial troops, and they did not anticipate it in advance, and prepared gas masks.
Under the erosion of corpse qi, many soldiers were recruited.
Seeing this terrifying scene, Jiang Kui suddenly remembered a sentence that Yang Feng had specially told him before.
"To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to one's own people."
He was moved by compassion for a moment.
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