Zhang Lisheng inherited the bloodline of the ancient Chinese gods of the earth, read through the Chinese classics since he was a child, and was imprinted by his civilization, convinced that "when things go wrong, there must be demons", as soon as he saw the heavy infantry and artillery that looked out of place with the land soldiers fighting around, a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

And then the scene that appeared in the water curtain was exactly as the young man expected, the team of infantry in armor and shining armor escorted the artillery forward with their bare hands, which attracted quite attention on the battlefield, and soon there were Wuli soldiers who sporadically pierced the charging battle formation of the continental alliance in the counterattack, and they all launched an attack on it.

Those who can break through the formation are of course the most heroic and elite of the native warriors, although they are not many in number, but as soon as they gather and roar and charge bloodily, they naturally reveal a monstrous murderous aura.

The land-based knights who turned to stop them engaged them for a moment, and then the bloody rout dispersed, while the Wuli warriors urged their hideous mounts, their crotch-stained crotches, and their faces contorted and roared as they accelerated towards the coalition artillery array.

A hundred meters were approaching in an instant, and at the moment of engagement, they raised their spears, and with the momentum of the impact, they stabbed straight into the chests of the unsuspecting hoplites guarding the artillery.

The next scene is as common sense as a well-textured spear piercing through the chest, and the miserable coalition foot soldier is lifted high by the Wuli warrior and falls to his death on the slope.

Surprisingly, when the spear and infantry armor came into contact, a conch-like cyclone suddenly appeared on the armor, enveloping the tip of the spear entirely. Shrinking inward, it tore into metal shards.

The weapon that shot with all its strength was damaged, and under the loss of strength, a few native warriors fell directly from the riding beast, and were cut in two by the air blade formed by the heavy infantry waving their hands and squeezing the void;

Most of the Wuli warriors showed amazing combat skills at this life-and-death juncture, although they also stumbled but stabilized their figures, and with the strength of leaning forward, they drew their swords and slashed at the enemy's head, but unfortunately after a mistake, they were still cut in half by the air blade.

"What is this, a magical version of a transformer who has mastered a mysterious barometric weapon..."In the water curtain, he watched as the strongest of the believers was helpless and was killed by the coalition artillery infantry. Zhang Lisheng blurted out with wide eyes.

He didn't finish speaking. After killing the invading enemy, the hoplites who had brought their guns to a suitable distance in front of the formation slowly stopped, moved their barrels to the sky, and pressed the handles of a group of five on the barrels.

The moment when the formation on the gauntlet of the foot soldier and the magic circle engraved on the outside of the cannon barrel were combined. A cyan glow erupted from all around the artillery. The muzzle of the cannon began to sound a shrill 'zizzle...'. Immediately afterwards, the massive air above the muzzle began to rub against each other, spontaneously igniting a red glow. A column of air was formed that went straight into the sky, which was sucked into the barrel of the cannon.

After more than ten seconds, the column of air slowly disappeared, and the hoplites moved to lower the cannon again, towards the barbarian fortifications in the distance.

After that, their palms slammed off the cannon body, and suddenly a sharp shelling sound that seemed to penetrate the eardrum rang out, and the inside of the mass was compressed by a large amount of air, and the appearance was like an invisible projectile wrapped in magma because of the friction of breaking through the air, drawing a long parabola, and falling towards the defensive wall of the fallen area.

Two or three seconds later, when there were still twenty or thirty meters above the ground, projectiles with a diameter of more than one meter suddenly burst into the air, and the overflowing flames formed magic runes one after another, burning up a large area of air.

Patches of vacuum formed one after another over the fortifications of Hellfire, merging into one, and the air around them formed a whirlpool strong enough to tear everything apart, shattering the walls of the fallen land and the barbarian armies that defended it, and sucking the ruins of countless wrecks into the air, forming a rain of flesh and earth.

Under the Gordon hills, Zhang Lisheng subconsciously shifted the perspective of the water curtain, looked at the unchanging corpses of the rubble, and muttered a little sluggishly for the second time, "Artillery infantry phalanx...", and there was no trace of contempt in his tone.

After being stunned for a long time, the young man gritted his teeth bitterly and said: "This is simply a large-scale meteorological weapon, no, no, this should be said, it is... Hell, whatever weapon it is, it shouldn't be called an artillery infantry phalanx, although it does consist of infantry and fire-breathing artillery..."

"Your Majesty, the Yasen infantry artillery array is indeed unexpectedly powerful, but it is difficult to change anything with a mere army of tens of thousands of people, and the victory is still yours. Tu'an, who was also stunned and amazed by the combat power of the 'artillery infantry phalanx', came back to his senses, and looked at the water curtain after the fortifications were destroyed, not only did he not fear, but instead no longer cared about the defense, and the Wuli army, which was attacking with all his might, said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Zhang Lisheng thought about his grand ambitions, and subconsciously blurted out: "But among the 340 million believers in Wuli, these more than 30 million elite soldiers selected through thousands of actual battles are still of great use.

There were so many casualties in just one battle...", and suddenly he remembered that some secrets were not yet exposed, and he sighed and closed his mouth.

"Your Majesty, after winning this decisive battle, the Green Leaf Continent has no strength to stop you from spreading your faith, and after conquering the most powerful continent in the Gaia World Continent, the entire World Continent will inevitably be in your pocket.

Why care about the lives of millions of indigenous warriors? "No matter how wise the chief priest of the land people is, it is impossible to know that the real enemy of the Dao in the eyes of the gods he believes in is a powerful light energy civilization that has occupied and colonized dozens of 'worldly realms', and said respectfully.

"You're right, Tuan. Zhang Lisheng, who was depressed, replied and didn't say more, turned his head to the water curtain, calmed down, and quietly watched the battle situation that continued to develop...

The Continental Alliance, which was unable to support the stalemate with heavy supplies, had decided before the battle to defeat the barbarian army in a battle, and the only order given by the ground sergeant Wuli was to fight a decisive battle to the end, so the two warring sides did not stop fighting from early morning to noon, and they still charged each other with undiminished intensity.

Although this kind of naked death battle without any pursuit and guerrilla fighting, and the rest of the battle was only a few hours, the tragedy was beyond ordinary people's imagination, and both sides of the fierce battle had already exhausted their hole cards, and the topography of the Gordon Hills was completely changed.

On the side of the continental coalition forces, the forbidden spells have been released one after another, at least one-third of the infantry soldiers of the artillery infantry phalanx have been besieged and killed by the Wuli warriors, and the remaining artillery has also been slightly damaged due to the continuous firing of the Yin Carving Circle, which must be repaired before it can continue to be used.

On the side of Wu Li's army, less than thirty percent of the millions of sergeants have survived, and less than a hundred of the hundreds of biological warships can still fly in the air under the attack of powerful artillery arrays and coalition forbidden spells, and although these ships are scarred and still desperately unable to retreat, they are obviously at the end of the crossbow.

By this time, the battle situation had slowly become clear, and although the losses of the continental alliance were also extremely heavy, they were much better than the death throes of the barbarians.

Soaring through the air under the escort of thousands of powerful griffin knights and spellcasters, and watching the battle at the end of the battle, the King of Dignity drove the golden-crowned eagle under his crotch back to the center of the coalition position for a long time.

"Your Majesty, congratulations on winning this glorious victory that will surely go down in the annals of history and achieving the name of 'Holy King'. The white-bearded elder, who was the head of the Yasen royal court's think tank, looked at the lonely back of the dignity king, took a few steps forward, and looked up at his king and congratulated loudly.

"Claremont, though they are barbarians, they are the most tenacious and fierce warriors I have ever seen on the battlefield," King Yasin sniffed the strong smell of blood on the tip of his nose, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to cross the battlefield above the high ground and said, "After defeating them, I am afraid that I will never find such a strong opponent again."

I hope that after attacking the fallen land, the newborn god will be able to give me an even greater 'surprise'. ”

"Your Majesty, if you think so, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed," Claremont said in a high-pitched voice, "The gods are powerful because of the beliefs of mortals.

Having suffered such a fiasco, it was a fluke that a newborn god whose faith had wavered was able to keep his 'divine position', and if he was wise, he would have consciously retreated to the Hell Islands with the remnants of the barbarians. ”

Hearing his words, the expressions of the hundreds of prominent lords and nobles of the continent who were pale because of the tragic battle situation and the heavy losses of the army finally turned a little bloody, but the dignity king said in a dull voice: "So do you think that now is the most glorious moment of my life, Claremont?"

Looking at the King of Athan, who was bathed in the bright sunlight and looked like a cast of gold, Claremont smiled bitterly and said in a tactful low voice: "Your Majesty, a great king like you who only appears once in a thousand years in the mortal world will of course want to climb one seemingly unconquerable peak after another and defeat one powerful opponent after another.

But for ordinary people like me, a peaceful life is the true meaning of life.

And my king, with all due respect, I'm afraid the mainland will not be able to withstand the 'surprise' you wanted..."

"Okay, Claremont, I understand what you mean, even if the Hell God is defeated, the Green Leaf Continent will still experience a tragic catastrophe, and I will not force the coalition to cross the sea to retaliate. The King of Dignity glanced down at his own wisdom and said boredly, looking like a child who had finally gotten a favorite toy with great difficulty, but was tired of playing with it.

Hearing his promise, Claremont smiled with relief, pulled out the monocular in his hand, stood on the hillside and looked back into the distance and said, "Your Majesty, the barbarian army has been completely divided, and even a thousand-person battle formation cannot be organized.

At most one more charge, you'll be able to blow the horn of victory. ”

"Yes, what's going on in the western theater where that old fellow is located?" asked the King of Franc casually.

Claremont took out a crystal mirror from his bosom, stared at the spell in his mouth for a while, and replied with a smile: "The French army has not slackened at all, and is still fighting bloodily, it seems that His Majesty Odo is not playing any tricks, and as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the solid soil under his feet became soft... (To be continued......)