"Have an egg?" After looking at the Xiongqu camp, Jiaoqiu looked at the remnants of the cathode beside him again. After a moment, he thought a little dejectedly. Now the remnants of the cathode have no intention of fighting at all, their eyes wander, their bodies are moving uneasily, if it weren't for Jiaoqiu still holding on here, they would have scattered and fled long ago.

"I'm just going to get ready for the army, my God, are you going to play with me like this?"

"It's going to kill me!"

"This is my new battalion that has cut us off!"

......

The grievances and anger in Jiaoqiu's heart were like huge waves in the sky, one after another, lapping against his heart, which was no longer hard. "I'm going to die. He muttered softly.

"Yes, I want you to die!" Jiao Qiu's soft murmur was heard by Yang Ren, and then a smile appeared on Yang Ren's face.

Some of them have big smiles, but they are full of murderous intent.

"Ya!" Yang Ren roared.

The next moment, there were arrows like flying locusts, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, dispelling all the diffuse miasma, revealing a clear sky.

"Get out of the way!"

Jiaoqiu's voice was full of anxiety and fear, and the battle a few days ago suddenly appeared in his mind, the rain of arrows in the sky, without stopping at all, and countless cathode soldiers died tragically. Their eyes were not closed, and there was still a slight doubt in their dead eyes, why was there no gap in the rain of arrows of the human race?

Triple hit!

Just now, while Yang Ren roared angrily, he made a gesture, which meant a three-stage strike. The so-called three-stage strike is when the archers are divided into three teams, one team after another, so that the bows and arrows shot are like flowing water, never stopping.

"Tremble!" the iceberg in Yang Ren's eyes froze.

More than 500 cathode soldiers fled back and forth, but under the rain of arrows, there was nowhere to hide?

"Formation!

"Organize a counterattack, or everyone will die!"

"Don't run away anymore!"

......

As an officer in the Cathode War Regiment, Kakuaki is not useless. After discovering that there was no way to avoid it, he bravely carried his shield and shouted at the cathode soldiers while blocking the arrows.

Under his hoarse shouts, some of the cathode soldiers began to react, and some hastily formed defensive formations. You know, the power of example on the battlefield is endless. Martial arts give birth to martial arts, and rout leads to rout. When the defensive formations of some cathode soldiers were completely formed, more and more cathode soldiers began to join them.

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

......

After about a hundred lives, the remaining cathode soldiers finally got together. The overwhelming rain of arrows gradually lost its meaning, and could only burst out with dazzling sparks with dense shields.

"Turtle shell?" Yang Ren frowned. The next moment, he drank coldly, "Crossbow!"

Under Yang Ren's order, many Xiongqu soldiers took out a huge crossbow. These crossbows require three soldiers to complete the shot, one in front and one in the back, acting as the base of the crossbow while the other soldier is responsible for calibrating the firing.

The sound of the tooth-aching crossbow bolts winding came and went, and through the gaps in the shield, Jiaoqiu's face was embarrassed. He didn't have any confidence in the current rudimentary shield array, and he felt that this arm-thick crossbow arrow was enough to knock the shield array into pieces. Without the slightest hesitation, he shouted, "Scatter!"

As soon as the words fell, many cathode soldiers scattered with shields. And at the moment of their action, the roar of the crossbow arrow piercing the air suddenly came, and the waves of air were like the tail of the crossbow arrow, stretching thick and long.

The next moment.

"Ahh

Although the many cathode soldiers are scattered, there are always some unlucky ones who need to withstand the wrath of thunder. Some of the cathode soldiers were pinned into the swamp by the Shield Belt.

"Ahh

"Ahh

......

Different tones, but the same misery can be heard. When this round of crossbow arrows passed, the remnants of the cathode were reduced by nearly 100 people, some were killed by the crossbow arrows, and some were swallowed up by the swamp.

Jiaoqiu's face was ugly, and he was thinking, if he didn't just wipe his neck. This kind of death notice that maybe it will be your turn in the next moment is too heartbreaking.

"Ya!" Yang Ren's cold drink interrupted Jiaoqiu's contemplation.

Then his face became even more ugly, as if several layers of dark clouds overlapped, and water could drip at any moment, "Come again!" he scolded.

"Again. The corners of Yang Ren's mouth curled up a curl. On the battlefield, the way to kill the enemy is the best way.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

......

It covers the sky and the sun again, like migratory birds flying south, densely stirring up the air to create a circle of ripples.

"Damn blood food! brothers, fight with them!"

......

"Pan Yue, have you figured out how to answer me?" Outside the miasma swamp, the purple-gold robed warrior looked at a warrior in red armor lightly. This bright red-armored warrior has a square face and a broad forehead, and he should have a dignified appearance, but a pair of triangular eyes makes his temperament a little evil and ruthless.

"Young City Lord, I don't have anything to say. The red-armored warrior, that is, Pan Yue in the mouth of the purple-gold robed warrior, said.

"Really?" a smile appeared on the corner of the purple-robed warrior's mouth, very cold. Pan Yue's heart suddenly tightened, and he was about to open his mouth to explain something. The voice of the purple-gold robed warrior came again.

"Break his leg!"

Pan Yue was stunned for a moment, and then became furious, "Zhao Ming, I respect you as the Young City Lord, but my Fire Gathering Battle Group is not under the jurisdiction of the City Lord's Mansion. Break my leg, I'm afraid you don't have the right to do it, right?"

At the same time, the spiritual power in his body surged out, like a huge wave emptying, and the space within a radius of several zhang shook sharply, as if he had been hit by something.

"Really?" said the purple-gold robed martial artist, or rather Zhao Ming's eyes narrowed slightly.

Pan Yue pursed his lips, and the uneasiness in his heart became even more intense. So he stepped back a little, ready to flee at any moment. As long as he can return to the battle group, he doesn't believe that Zhao Ming and these people can still turn the sky upside down.

"Are you counting on your Gathering Fire Battle Group?" Although Pan Yue's movements were light, he did not hide Zhao Ming's torch-like bright eyes, and he asked lightly.

Seeing Zhao Mingshipo, Pan Yue did not deny it. He looked at Zhao Ming and said, "Young City Lord, our well water does not interfere with the river water, and I hope you don't embarrass your brother." Otherwise......" He pointed to the fire-gathering warbands that were pouring towards him, and the threat was palpable.

"They're all rubbish. Regarding Pan Yue's threat, Zhao Ming didn't bother to raise his eyelids.

"You ......" Pan Yue was furious.

"There are 3,000 people, but they were broken by a Xiongqu battalion of less than 1,000 people, and their side suffered heavy damage, but the Xiongqu camp was unscathed. Zhao Ming's tone was still light, as if he was expounding a fact.

But in the end, he suddenly said in a sonorous tone, like a shocking divine thunder, "It's not waste, what is it?"