In the night, the 20,000 troops of the Zhao army rampaged through the Wei army camp like a storm, shouting and killing sounded loudly, and raging fires rose in the camp.

In the face of this sudden attack, Wu Qi did not panic and quickly calmed down.

Judging from the information he obtained, it is true that these Zhao troops on the opposite side are stronger than Wei Wushu in terms of individual strength, but they have not reached the point of being extremely exaggerated and invincible.

Wu Qi's eyes kept scanning the camp, looking at such movements, the Zhao army that came to sneak attack was almost about 20,000, which was more than the number of troops he had detected.

If the intelligence is correct, these are almost all of the Zhao army.

And he now has a total of 400,000 Wei troops in his hands, and 80,000 Wei Wushu, which is almost dozens of times that of Zhao's army.

Even if the Zhao army can be one of five, in the face of such a huge number of people, as long as it is properly commanded, it is enough to make up for the lack of its individual combat power.

Seeing Zhao Jun menacing, the corners of Wu Qi's mouth hooked up a sneer, and he already had a plan in his heart.

He turned his head to the adjutant general beside him and said: "Pass my order, take the east camp as the boundary, divide the battlefield, the 400,000 troops will meet the battle in four ways, and the 80,000 Wei soldiers will break through from the middle, I will divide and surround the 20,000 Zhao troops, so that they will not come back!" ”

Seeing that Wu Qi was so calm and confident, the deputy general was immediately relieved, and hurriedly said, "Yes!" Checkmate! ”

The lieutenant general took the order and left.

Soon, the Wei army moved according to Wu Qi's deployment.

The 400,000 army was divided into four routes and greeted the Zhao army from all directions, while the 80,000 Wei soldiers were like a sharp knife, piercing directly into the hinterland of the raiding Zhao army.

"Kill!"

In the night, the drums of war burst into flames.

The sound of shouts of killing, the sound of war drums, and the sound of iron hooves are intertwined.

Most of the two sides involved in the war were in good physical condition and did not suffer from night blindness, while some martial artists with high cultivation regarded night as day without any effect.

The two sides fought together, killing red eyes.

Every time the sword collided, dazzling sparks burst out, flashing like meteors.

The air was filled with a heavy smell of blood and scorched earth, which was disgusting.

Wei Wushu was a well-trained elite of the Wei army, and after understanding the intentions of the commanders, they changed from the original five-man formation to a ten-man formation, like wolves, constantly tempting, dividing the Zhao army into scattered places.

The Zhao army was divided into several small pieces, each of which was surrounded by several times the size of the Wei army.

Although the Zhao army was brave and good at fighting, in the face of the absolute superiority of the Wei army's numbers, it still fell into a bitter battle and gradually showed defeat.

In the corner of the war, a dozen Wei soldiers surrounded a Zhao regiment.

These Wei troops were all cultivators of the Tongqi Realm, and the Zhao Jun they surrounded was a martial artist of the Innate Realm.

Although their individual strength was inferior to that of the innate martial artist, with their exquisite military formation, they also forced this Zhao Jun innate martial artist into a desperate situation step by step.

"Just because you want to kill me, dream!"

As an innate martial artist, Zhao Junkou used his powerful true qi to constantly swing his palms and slash out, each palm contained incomparable power, as if opening a golden cracking stone.

But what he didn't expect was that the military formation formed by this group of Tongqi Realm martial artists was like a moving mountain, calm and powerful, immovable.

The more he fought, the more ugly his face became.

The warriors of the Wei army moved according to the established formation, and each of them landed precisely in a predetermined position like a chess piece.

Their movements are uniform, as if they have been rehearsed countless times, bringing their forces together to form a powerful potential energy.

The innate martial artist was in the middle of the military formation and felt unprecedented pressure.

He originally thought that with his combat power, he could easily get rid of the entanglement of these Skill Realm martial artists and kill them.

However, he soon discovered that the military formation formed by these Martial Artists of the Passage Realm was not only extremely strong, but it was able to prevent him from exerting his full strength without giving him the slightest opportunity to breathe.

Wei Wushu, composed of ten people, someone took out a bow and crossbow, and one arrow after another was taken out of the quiver and pointed at him from afar.

Woohoo!

Arrows rained down one by one.

In the blink of an eye, it covered all the circuitous spaces of Zhao Jun's innate martial arts.

Zhao Jun's innate realm martial arts are not good.

In the midst of the loud cheers, he had to use his true qi to fend off the arrows shot by the bow and crossbow.

But before he could breathe, another rain of arrows followed, falling on his area with a whistling sound.

The arrows seemed to be endless, round after round, and he had to devote some of his energy to deal with them all the time.

Bang bang bang!

Zhao Jun's innate martial arts were strong, and the wooden arrows were crushed by his true qi.

The arrows of the bow and crossbow have a force of hundreds of catties, and each arrow has a huge impact.

One negligence will sink into the flesh and blood.

Zhao Jun's innate martial artist must concentrate all his attention to deal with it.

When he dodged and avoided the arrows, a long knife whistled at him.

Zhao Jun, who had not yet come to remember the ventilation, could only resist in the face of Wei Wushu's long knife.

He slapped out his palms and knocked the two knives that rushed up to the side, quickly pulling away the distance.

It's a pity that after the knife is over, there are still people behind the knife.

Knife after knife, the coordination is like flowing water, without any sense of stagnation.

made Zhao Jun's innate martial artist lose the spirit he had at the beginning, and he was bitter in his heart.

This is a martial arts master specially used by the Wei army to deal with some realms higher than himself.

The more people there are, the more power it can generate and the better it will be.

With the close cooperation of the Wei army, the situation of the innate martial artist became more and more difficult.

His physical strength is constantly depleting, but the military array is like a machine that never wears out, always maintaining a strong suppressive force.

Gradually, the innate martial artist began to feel powerless.

His movements became more and more sluggish, and every breath became extremely difficult.

If this continues, it will be sooner or later to be hanged.

He let out a loud shout, exerting all his true qi, constantly trying to break through the encirclement of the military formation, but each time he failed.

Under the continuous suppression of the military formation, the innate martial artist exhausted his strength, so much so that one of his movements was deformed, revealing a flaw.

Wei Wushu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stabbed at this flaw.

Poof!

Zhao Jun's innate martial artist fell to the ground.

His eyes were full of unwillingness and helplessness.

The martial artists of the Tongqiao Realm swarmed up to the situation, constantly replenishing their knives, and after stabbing him into a hedgehog, they swallowed their last breath before giving up.

Such a scene is constantly playing out in other places on the battlefield.

Wu Qi stood in a watchtower in the barracks, coldly watching the changes on the battlefield, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the Wei army had gradually gained the upper hand.

He knew that his strategy had worked, and as long as he continued like this, the Zhao army would definitely be defeated.

Sure enough, as time went on, Zhao's resistance became weaker and weaker.

Their formation had been completely disrupted, and the soldiers could only fight on their own under the rhythm of the Wei army.

The Wei army, on the other hand, took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, relying on excellent command and numerical superiority to push the Zhao army into a desperate situation step by step.

At the same time, under the low night, Pang Hao and Zuo Jian quietly appeared outside the Wei army's barracks.

They looked at Zhao Jun, who was already showing a defeated army in the distance, and their faces couldn't help but be a little moved.

"It seems that the Wei army really lives up to its reputation." Pang Hao said softly, revealing a hint of fear in his tone.

If it weren't for the god-worshipping army, their Zhao army would not be an opponent at all.

"Prime Minister Pang doesn't have to be arrogant, our god-worshipping army is no worse than them, it's just that the number is less." Zuo Jian's gaze flickered in the darkness, and he said with deep meaning.

Pang Hao smiled bitterly.

There are more than 300,000 Wei warriors in the Wei State, and there are many elites among them.

If you want to be comparable, he Zhao Guo almost needs 150,000 god-worshipping troops.

In other words, nearly three million ordinary people would have to be sacrificed.

This is an exaggerated figure.

If this is done, it is a question of whether Zhao Guo can still exist.

Zuo Jian, the owner of Sword Casting Villa, understood Pang Hao's thoughts, and did not say anything more.

The two were silent for a while, and Zuo Jiancai slowly spoke: "Prime Minister Pang, now the time is almost up, do you want me to do it?" ”

Hearing this, Pang Hao raised his eyebrows slightly and then calmed down again, took a deep breath and said, "Let's start!" ”

An unknown smile flashed on Zuo Jian's face and he stepped forward.

He took out a blood-colored dagger and held it in his hand, and slashed it on his hand, blood splattered out.

"Heaven and earth are arrays, all living beings are chess, blood is the guide, and sacrifice is made. God is back! ”

Crimson blood flowed from his hands, slowly floating, gradually melting into the darkness in front of him.

As the blood continued to flow, it seemed that someone in the void had broken a certain seal, and a powerful force fell from the sky.

The furious force swept out, causing the air to be mixed with bursts of purple lightning.

A chill that chilled into the bone marrow permeated it.

A slightly pale human face gradually took shape in front of the two of them.

The pale face glanced to the left, then stared at the battlefield in front of him, revealing a greedy and hideous smile.

"Enjoy, sir!"

The face opened its mouth, and a devouring force descended.

"Ahh

Suddenly, in the barracks of the Wei army, a terrible scream came out, which was particularly abrupt among the many fighting sounds.

In the Wei army camp, whether it was the Wei army or the Zhao army, the wounded soldiers grabbed their throats one after another, showing painful expressions.

Soon, their faces turned red, and their bodies were actually lifted by some kind of force from him, and they continued to struggle in mid-air.

On the lookout, Wu Qi's face changed drastically when he saw this strange scene.

He almost subconsciously looked at the position where the face appeared, and saw the two blurred figures of Zuo Jian and Pang Hao.

Wu Qi shouted: "It's you!?" ”

The screams in the Wei army's camp came and went, making the Wei army, who saw this posture for the first time, a little helpless.

Wu Qi immediately issued an order and commanded a group of Wei troops to rush towards the location of Pang Hao and the others.

However, just as this team of Wei troops rushed over, outside the battlefield, about three innate martial artists appeared in front of everyone.

Looking at their dress, they are all Zhao people.

After these three people appeared, the rest of the Zhao army who were still alive seemed to have received an order, and they came back to help one after another, stopping in front of the Wei army.

Looking at this posture, it is clear that you are prepared.

As the worship ceremony progresses, the atmosphere around becomes more and more solemn.

Everyone on the battlefield could feel a mysterious force slowly converging, as if it was about to break through the sky.

Finally, at the moment when the ritual reached its climax, that mysterious power completely exploded.

The pale human face was intoxicated, and he spat out three bloody red flowers at the three people on the battlefield.

The three innate realm Zhao Guo martial artists led by him only felt trembling all over, as if they were enveloped by an invisible force.

Click!

After a burst of abnormal noises, the three people led by them obtained the divine power of the heavens, and their breath continued to rise.

In the blink of an eye, he broke through from the cultivation of the innate realm to the martial courage realm.

And before they broke through to the Martial Courage Realm, as their qi and blood were deprived, the corpses of the Wei army killed on the battlefield and the seriously injured people who had been reduced to sacrifices were all turned into flying sand.

Looking at this scene, Wu Qi's mind suddenly appeared with the fine sand contained in the bamboo tube, and he knew Pang Hao's plan.

They wanted to use the dead on the battlefield as sacrificial sacrifices to further worship the gods, so that some real innate martial artists could gain the power of the martial arts realm further.

Just after the three Zhao State innate martial artists broke through the martial arts realm, they didn't hesitate without any hesitation and went straight to Wu Qi.

"Protect the General!"

Someone saw Zhao Jun's attempt and hurriedly guarded it.

But their cultivation is at most an innate level, and they can't be stopped at all.

The three Zhao State martial artists with the combat power of the martial arts realm rushed all the way to kill, and the momentum was like a bamboo.

The guards around Wu Qi fell one by one and rushed straight towards Wu Qi.

A smile appeared on Zuomi's face in the distance.

With the ability to worship the gods, Takefu is a consumable and can be as much as he wants.

But even so, the 20,000 Zhao army wants to break through the 400,000 Wei army plus the 80,000 Wei soldiers It is also wishful thinking, that is, it is not easy to sneak attack and kill Wu Qi in the army.

Therefore, after several times of communication, they used 20,000 god-worshipping troops to break out of the gap through night attacks, and then used god-worshipping methods to sacrifice a group of people to expand the Wei army's battle losses, and at the same time create several high-level martial artists to achieve the goal of beheading.

So far, it seems that their plan is going well.

There were no martial arts realm martial artists in the Wei army, and under their gaze, the three martial arts masters of the Zhao State who had successfully worshiped God rushed to Wu Qi's front in one breath.

"It's going to be done!"

Zuo Jian and Pang Hao couldn't help but clench their fists and took half a step forward.

As long as Wu Qi is killed, then the dragons will be leaderless.

The Wei army's attack on Zhao is afraid that it will break the sand and sink the halberd.

"Die!"

At the moment when the three Zhao Guowu Martial Realm martial artists rushed in front of Wu Qi and wanted to kill Wu Qi, a thunderous roar suddenly sounded.

"Bold!"

A thunderbolt of light fell from the sky and landed beside Wu Qi.

It was Zhao Hongming, he was wearing a thunder armor and holding a god and demon blade, as if a god had descended to earth.

Poof!

Zhao Hongming swung out with a sword, and the oncoming martial arts of the Martial Courage Realm were instantly cut in half and flew down from mid-air.

"My general, how can you demons and outsiders touch it?" (End of chapter)