"For the sake of your compatriots, spare your dog's life. Ye Shubai said coldly.

The three of them howled loudly on the ground, and the grief of the thousand-year-old road was mourned, and the grief can be imagined.

Ye Shubai walked up to them, looked at the three poor insects curled up on the ground, and asked, "Say, who instructed you?"

The three of them wailed to themselves and did not answer Ye Shubai's question.

Ye Shubai stopped talking nonsense, and a Yuan Qi finger hit the leader's shoulder, and in an instant, the Yuan Qi seemed to turn into countless Gu worms that drilled into his veins, biting wildly inside, and that kind of terrible itch was simply unbearable. The leader was a man with a will like steel, but at this time he couldn't help but shout and began to roll wildly on the ground. But this guy was really tough, until his two heels kicked on the ground, and his voice was hoarse, and he didn't reveal a word.

Such a tragic situation shocked the two men next to him, and when Ye Shubai wanted to let them taste it, one of the men cried and said, "Strong man, I said, I said! We are disciples of the Tianwu Sea, and it was the master who ordered us to come and attack and kill His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

What kind of sect is that?

Ye Shubai was stunned, he didn't know much about the gangs on the rivers and lakes after all. But Mr. Lu in the sea of qi knew it and said, "The Tianwu Sea is located in Tianchuan Mountain, and it is one of the largest sects in the north. Known as the King of the North. His grandmother's, this is not a master to mess with!"

"Where is Mt. Tianchuan?"

"In the Sunset Mountains, that's the territory of the elves. ”

"They're elves?"

"The head of the Heavenly Mist Sea is an elf, but there are also many humans in the sect. Elves are friendly to humans and not too repulsive. ”

"Okay. ”

After a little communication with Mr. Lu, Ye Shubai didn't have time to care about the man who was rolling and howling on the ground, he called the centurion who was hiding in the grass and trembling, and then the two walked back together.

Back in the barracks, due to the assassination of the prince that had just occurred, the camp was suddenly heavily guarded. Ye Shubai hurriedly went to visit the crown prince and learned that Yun Yejun had only suffered a few skin injuries and was fine, but being assassinated again not only made Yun Yejun hate and anger, but also made his depression fall to the bottom.

"Am I so hated? Ye Jun said through gritted teeth.

Ye Shubai didn't know how to comfort him for a while, so he could only choose to be silent.

The Lord of the Nights looked up at him and asked, "Who instructed him?"

Ye Shubai said: "The sea of mist in the sky. ”

Yun Yejun was stunned: "That sect in the Sunset Mountain Range?"

"I heard it was. ”

"Is there any more news?"

"No, if they really instructed them, they wouldn't have been able to ask anything about these small fish and shrimp. ”

"Hehe, hey, the elven sect will do everything!"

"Your Highness thinks that the ghost people will not be suspicious?"

"The suspicion is very small, the ghost people are a very arrogant race, they will not easily bow to others, let alone ask for help. ”

"But we don't have time to track it down right now. ”

"That's right, I don't know when this battle will be fought. ”

Since the assassination, the security in the army has been much stricter than usual, and those generals have felt a lot of pressure, and the determination and will to fight have become stronger.

Under this kind of slaughter and high morale, the prince came here and finally organized a large-scale battle to cross the river. And the sky is beautiful, several days of extreme cold, so that the Lengchuan River completely became a frozen river, before the river surface there was still a large amount of floating ice drifting with the current, now the entire river surface is frozen, a thick layer of ice on it, people and animals walk on it, there is no risk of collapse. If you can cross the river directly from the ice, it is of course more secure than rowing across the river, after all, the river surface of the river is ravaging by ice floe, and it is really not easy for boats to overcome.

It was a clear day, and the sun was rising slowly from the eastern sky, illuminating the white snow of the earth.

On the banks of the Lengchuan River, the war drums were beating, the banners were like clouds, and the Xianming army in armor and spears in their hands assembled in an open field by the river. The black pressed a large area of the military formation, the howls of the soldiers resounded through the clouds, and the cold light on the blades reflected half of the sky, and the murderous aura rushed straight to the bull fight.

The military appearance of the Xianming Army was completely new, as if it had been reborn.

The roar of the war drums was like thunder, and the army marched like a stream of iron pouring down the riverbank, and the majestic soldiers stepped on the frozen and thick river and marched across the river.

The strategy of the Xian Ming Army is very clear, that is, to advance step by step and crush the opponent with strength.

Because the equipment of the Xianming army is much better than that of the enemy, there are more soldiers, and the combat power is stronger, such a huge resource advantage, if it still can't pile up victory, it is a matter of morale and tactics. At present, the Xianming army is a conspiracy, an upright attack, and there is no problem with tactics. There is no shortage of morale, and this time in the attack, Yun Yejun can be said to be full of confidence.

Seeing that the generals on the other side of the river were like clouds, the soldiers were like rain, and the iron streams were rolling and roaring, and the murderous atmosphere of the big battle was overwhelming. If it had been an ordinary person, I am afraid that they would have abandoned their positions and fled for their lives, but the ghost people here were not afraid at all, they strengthened the defense line by the river, and piled up a large number of warriors, like a group of dense beasts, let out waves of howling and screaming. These wild screams and the sound of war drums on the other side are intertwined into a symphony of war over the Lengchuan River.

The heavy armored battalion of the Xianming Army took the lead, they were holding large shields and spears, and the soldiers formed a tight and seamless whole, like a mallet, knocking towards the enemy's position.

Although the ghost people are extremely strong, their discipline and tactical literacy are obviously much worse than those of the immortal clan. Therefore, when the Xianming army stepped on the river, some crazy ghost people jumped down from the defense line by the river like a rampaging bull and rushed towards the Xianming army.

This act is tantamount to moths to a fire, but they do it anyway. And their commanders did not prevent such a tragic act of suicide.

The impact of the small number of people did not change the formation of the Xianming Army, and the crazy ghosts who pounced were quickly pierced through the body by the spears that stabbed diagonally, and when those sharp spears pierced through the human body, the blood mist that exploded stained the ice on the surface of the river. The corpse of the ghost man who fell to the ground failed to stop the Immortal Ming Army's iron flow.

The suicide of the dozens of ghosts like moths to the fire did not set off the slightest wave of fear on the other side of the river, on the contrary, the tragic sacrifice here aroused their fighting spirit, and their howls became more and more intense.

The commander standing on the high place had a grim smile in his eyes. In fact, the suicide attack of the dozen or so ghost people is their usual way of fighting, and some people have been arranged in advance to sacrifice their lives to provoke the greatest murder in the bones of the clansmen. However, this kind of suicidal behavior will only be used when a strong enemy appears, firstly, to test the reality of the enemy's combat power, and secondly, to arouse the fighting spirit and bloodiness.

The river surface of more than 100 zhang was quickly conquered at the feet of the Xianming army, and the speed of the Xianming army's advance was not fast, but wherever the ironclad torrent went, it was an unstoppable force.

The commander stared coldly, opened his mouth, and let out a strange roar.

This strange roar is the howl of the general attack!

A large wave of ghost warriors grabbed their long knives and pounced on the Xianming army that had been pushed into the river.

There were hundreds of people in this wave, like a herd of wounded bulls, and pounced.

However, these monstrous creatures did not pounce indiscriminately and purposelessly like Fang Cai's suicidal comrades. The attack wave of these hundreds of people twisted into a single force the moment they pounced, like a huge spear stabbing towards the black-pressed enemy in front of them.

The belief they uphold is that they concentrate their strength, crit in one place, and break up the formation of the Xianming army, as long as the opponent's formation is scattered, it is their specialty to disrupt the chaos masters. When the enemy's formation is out of order, their subsequent attacks will have a high probability of taking the initiative.

Hu Xiaoqi is a military man drawn from the Xianxia Army, because of his burly and strong, extremely powerful, this attack he is one of the soldiers at the forefront of the heavy armor battalion, when the first wave of ghosts flew over, he was also hit by the long knife of a ghost warrior, but the thick shield in front of him blocked the impact of the opponent, and then the spear he raised pierced the opponent, a puddle of blood burst out, and some blood splashed on his face. But as a soldier who kills people like hemp on the battlefield, a little blood is a drizzle at all, and he doesn't feel it at all. However, the momentum of the opponent's attack made him pause slightly, and although his comrades behind him gave him strong forward strength, he could still feel the strong impact from the enemy.

After the second wave of attacks came, the direction where Hu Xiaoqi was located unfortunately became the critical attack of the opponent's arrow.

Bang!

The first ghost man rushed in front of him and hit the big shield, his body had been pierced by Hu Xiaoqi's spear, but the long knife in his hand still flew over, slashed on the big shield, exploded some sparks, and the knife was shocked to the ground. Hu Xiaoqi felt a tingling pain in his arm. Before he could lay the corpse on the spear, another ghost man pounced on him, and was pierced by the spear again, and thud! Hu Xiaoqi had already picked the corpses of two enemies on his spear, and he had to hurriedly put the spear down in order to remove the weight on his hand. But he had just laid down his spear. Another ghost man pounced, he raised the big shield with his left hand, and bang! The opponent's long knife directly crossed him, slashing at the big shield of his comrade behind him, and then the ghost man was also pierced by the spear of his comrade, but the blood sprayed out directly on his face, so that he couldn't open his eyes at all for a while, and the ghost man behind continued to pounce, pounced, and blasted through the defense line of the ironclad wargroup with one fresh life.