"Brother, I am not uncommon for this kind of false name! Not to mention hard work, it also affects cultivation. I only care about practical benefits. Deacon Zhu's face didn't matter.

"That's right, it's my brother who is in love. ”

The two talked for a long time before finally resting.

At the same time, other first-class sects in the Northern Alliance also held their own small meetings, but the core content was much the same.

Three days later, Zhou Xiang and the others came to a Northern Alliance Pass City on the south side of the Yuanling Mountains through the teleportation array, which was stuck at the southernmost end of the Jingcheng Passage. Even the most unresponsive monks knew that war was imminent, and everyone was nervous, and they might die one day.

The next night, Yang Ting was summoned to a meeting by the captain. After returning, she informed everyone to set off tomorrow and prepare to attack the front Nanshui Pass. The atmosphere in the squad immediately became solemn.

"Captain, what is the main task of our team regarding tomorrow's battle?" asked Sun Chen.

"What task can the cannon fodder unit have, of course, is to charge. Yang Ting was a little helpless.

In a word, send to death. Han Feidao concluded.

"But what if I don't want to die?" Han Feiming looked at his brother with a bitter face.

"I believe that everyone has no experience in battlefield fighting. According to the common people's thinking, the battle is either to rush forward or to hide backwards. But I think that the war must first obey the command, as long as the order is carried out, it is possible to win and survive, if you do not obey the command, even if you win, you will be killed by the Northern Alliance marching method. Therefore, in tomorrow's battle, we must first listen to the command. And then think about how to survive things. Yang Ting thought for a while and said.

"The captain is right, the individual strength in the melee of thousands of monks is too small, in addition to obeying the command, it is necessary to exert the collective strength of our squad to continue to survive. Zhou Xiang spoke in support.

Yang Ting nodded: "When the war starts, remember that the charge can't be too prominent, the so-called wood show in the forest, the wind will destroy it, but it can't be too backward, otherwise it will be the Northern Alliance's marching method." To sum up, it is to be herd and low-key, so as to listen to commands, not impulsive, and not lag behind. ”

Everyone nodded.

"And then there's always being in shape. As Zhou Xiang said just now, the strength of an individual on the battlefield is very small, and fighting alone will only lead to faster death. But after the five of us form a team, we can learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, and only perfect cooperation can ensure that we can all survive. ”

The crowd nodded again.

"Third, don't forget that in addition to decapitation, there are also captures, so in tomorrow's battle, Zhou Xiang, as the backup main attacker, will be responsible for collecting the storage bags and magic weapons of the enemy or his own dead monks in addition to cooperating with the team. ”

"Fourth, in the event of casualties in battle, the rest of the teammates should be treated and responded to in a timely manner, so that no one is left behind or lose their lives needlessly; ”

"That's all I have to say. After Yang Ting finished speaking, she looked at everyone, "Do you have anything else to add?"

"Captain, you are really good, did you have special battlefield training before?" said Elder Han with a laugh.

Zhou Xiang also looked up to Yang Ting a little more in his heart, but he didn't expect her to be really handsome.

"If you don't have an opinion, you need to have a good rest before the big war. Seeing that everyone was silent, Yang Ting made one last suggestion, and then took two long legs back to the tent.

After Zhou Xiang returned to his tent, he took out a few bottles of healing pills in the storage ring, and specially prepared a few drops of yang fruit wine, in addition to increasing cultivation and longevity, this thing can also be used for battlefield rescue, but the effect is too good, and it is easy to have an accident if you drink too much, but it is better to advance at the risk of exploding than to lose your life. Of course, none of this can be put in a storage bag, and it will be terrible if it is discovered. Zhou Xiang places them in the most prominent position of the storage ring, so that they can be easily reached at any time.

After preparing the healing items, Zhou Xiang put the pine wind robe inside, put the combat robe on the outside, and then took out the binding god, in order to shorten the activation time as much as possible, Zhou Xiang wrapped it around his waist, and looked down to see that it matched the combat uniform. Then he continued to cultivate the Shocking Sword, and the longer he refined the natal weapon, the more spiritual it became. After recuperating for almost an hour, Zhou Xiang began to meditate, striving to restore his spirit to its peak level before the battle.

Just after the ugly hour, Yang Ting began to beckon everyone to gather, everyone put away the tents and lined up, and gathered in the direction of the brigade under the leadership of Yang Ting, and then everyone raised the magic weapon and slaughtered towards the Nanshui Pass on the opposite side.

Half an hour later, Nanshui Pass was in sight, and the cannon fodder troops landed one after another and set up a formation.

On the opposite side, the voice of vigilance in the Nanshui Pass was loud, and the flags were constantly unfurled. Zhou Xiang looked from afar, and the ground and air in front of the pass were densely packed with a team of monks from the Southern District, preparing to meet the attack.

In the command post of the Northern Alliance, dozens of Jindan monks are gathering together, and sitting at the front are the representatives of the three first-class sects of the Northern Alliance, among which the main seat is the high deacon of the Wuji Sect, and there is a jade stone standing in front of the command post, showing the real scene of the battlefield in front of everyone.

"It seems that the southern district has been prepared for a long time!

"Hehe, it doesn't matter. When the battlefield was placed at Nanshuiguan, they had already fallen behind. Deacon Gao smiled, "How about it?

"We have long been unanimous in our opinion, as the number one faction in this alliance, the command of this first battle should be presided over by Senior Brother. ”

"Okay, then you're welcome. Deacon Gao nodded proudly, then pointed with his right hand, and with a stroke of spiritual power, he selected the Chinese army commanding the cannon fodder monks on the stone, and then slashed forward.

The hearts of the thousands of cannon fodder monks in the battlefield were beating violently, and their spiritual power was also very fast. Just as he was nervous, the small spar in front of the combat uniform of the Chinese army suddenly emitted a dazzling red color, and everyone's faces immediately turned pale, and then under the scolding of their respective captains, they held up colorful defensive shields, and the only remaining defensive magic weapon was also summoned to block in front of them.

"Kill!" shouted as soon as the Chinese army began to charge, and at this moment the behavior of the cannon fodder monks was also different, some of them were as white as earth, their legs and feet were weak, and they were carried forward by the army; some of the monks screamed and rushed around regardless of the formation; and even more, the extremely arrogant Imperial Sword flew up, and soon overtook all the monks and rushed to the front; of course, there were many people who were so frightened that they turned around and fled, or dodged to the sides, but they were soon killed by the monks of the Northern Alliance who supervised the battle.

Zhou Xiang and his team were fortunately assigned to the right flank, and they did not receive the order to attack, so they could stand in place or fly slightly off the ground. Zhou Xiang turned his head to look around, and found that there were almost a thousand cannon fodder monks on the right flank, and then there were well-equipped Northern Alliance disciples, and they looked at their people as if they were looking at dead people, which made Zhou Xiang very annoyed in his heart. He secretly swore that if he could escape from Ascension after this war, he would never forget what the Northern Alliance had done today.

"Boom!", there was a loud noise in front, attracting Zhou Xiang's attention to the battlefield, and the cannon fodder Chinese army finally fought with the other party. However, it was obvious that the southern district was more prepared, and their forwards faintly put on some kind of formation, and in the face of the surging cannon fodder troops, they released a formation attack. Seeing that under the operation of spiritual power, dozens of huge wind spells swirled and attacked, and the first to bear the brunt were those monks who were full of confidence and flew to the front. Under the raging tornado, the personal defense of the monks who were in chaos on the ground was also vulnerable at all, and they were directly swept into the sky and torn apart, and their flesh and blood were scattered. On the contrary, several groups of monks who always maintained the formation combined to neutralize part of the attack, and although they were also killed in the end, they won a chance for the troops behind to survive.

After losing a third of the monks, the cannon fodder troops finally fought with the other party, and for a while, magic weapons fluttered, spiritual power was horizontal, and flesh and blood were flying.

The fighting between the two sides was extremely tragic, and the monks who watched the battle all changed color, and at the same time learned the lesson of blood, this is the battlefield, and personal life and death are nothing at all. When they are dead, they are ashes and rot like dirt, and those who are alive will continue to fight desperately for survival.

"It finally worked!" the Northern Alliance monk who was watching the battle in the command center looked at the picture and spit out a sentence.

"The southern district is not very good, it actually made a group of cannon fodder monks mess up, and then the left and right flanks will also go up. The old man will be able to make the other party retreat back to the city today. Deacon Gao was in high spirits, and with a wave of his left and right hands at the same time, all the remaining cannon fodder monks on the jade were selected and began to charge.