Zhang Wu, Jiang Zhuzi, Iron Leg Long San and others were all transferred back from Xiaojie Temple by Zhao Ran, each of them as temporary small flags, and it was they who had the courage to face Bu Bazi face to face. Under their leadership, groups of 35 and 35 militia groups gathered around to block these steps, and under the desperate command of the training officers, they attacked in accordance with the rules and regulations of the previous drill.

A few of the more than a dozen officers on training were divided into several and commanded the archers of the regiment to fire a volley according to the beat of the drums to block the route of the infantry below.

Actual combat is the real teacher, after experiencing the initial panic, the militia gradually played some of the effects of the previous drills, which can be able to suppress the steps of the city.

The first few steps to the city are also brave, spontaneously cooperating in one place, desperately protecting the last battlement, ensuring the smooth flow of the last route to the city.

Seeing that the situation had stabilized a little, Pei Zhongze stopped Qu Fenghe and other monks who were inviting the battle to make a move, and used a few steps to enter the city to temper the combat power and bloodiness of the militia group, which was a good opportunity for military training.

At the city gate, Luo Zhiqing's big sword light was also photographed, and several monks who reacted quickly in the Buddhist gate immediately held the mantra, and the heavy armor worn by Bu Bazi was overflowing in the sound of the Buddha's mantra.

There was a bang of gold and iron fighting, and the ten foot soldiers actually worked together to resist Luo Zhiqing's sword!

Luo Zhiqing heard early in the morning that there was a big difference between the military formation killing and the ordinary fighting method, but he didn't expect the difference to be so big, and he was surprised and surprised at the moment, and with a move, the sword light rolled back into his hand.

He immediately pointed downward, and the sword light flew out again, this time adding eighty percent of mana!

A Buddhist monk took out a copper cymbal, flew to the golden pestle, and the heavy armor mana of the step boy immediately merged into the copper cymbal, together with the golden pestle, to form a large umbrella, and the ten step takers held the umbrella together, facing Luo Zhiqing's sword light.

There was another explosion, and a depression was smashed out of the copper cymbal, and the sword light was bounced away again and flew back into Luo Zhiqing's hand.

Pei Zhongze saw it clearly, and immediately shouted: "Bubazi is elite, you must stay!"

There are elites in the army, no matter how many, all of them are experienced and skilled fighters. What can be called elite is not how brave they are personally - the martial bravery of ordinary people in front of the monks is meaningless, but the ability to cooperate and cooperate that has been tempered in years of training and combat. This ability allows them to cooperate with the monks very well, or simply with magic weapons and magic runes, and gather a crowd to face the monks directly.

It is really amazing that these ten foot soldiers can carry the two swords of Luo Zhiqing, a Jindan master, even with the assistance of Buddhist monks, it is extremely difficult, and they must be elite. If these ten people can be kept, they will definitely leave a profound lesson for Wu Huawen.

Without Pei Zhongze's advice, Luo Zhiqing's fighting spirit was completely hooked, his eyes flashed, and the sword light suddenly doubled. He stepped on the battlements in one step, and did not fly out of the sword, so he slapped it with the sword in both hands.

The sword wind roared, and suddenly there was a thunderous sound, and even Wu Huawen, who was riding on a horse dozens of zhang away, felt the wind blowing on his cheeks, and he shouted: "Save people!"

All the Buddhist monks shot with all their might, and more than a dozen magic weapons were either intercepted, or attacked sideways, or directly hit Luo Zhiqing.

Luo Zhiqing instantly emitted more than ten sword lights of different sizes from the back of his head, and each of them greeted the flying Buddhist magic weapon, which was the light splitting sword shadow that he had recently practiced, and the giant sword in his hand still shot it regardless of it.

It was as if the Nine Heavens thunder exploded, and the rune culture on Wu Huawen's helmet made ripples, dissipating the sound waves, even so, there was a loud bang in his ears, which reverberated for a long time.

Ten Bubazi were knocked down by the sword light, five of them were slapped into flesh on the spot, and the other five were lying on the ground with blood vomiting in their mouths, the golden pestle was almost broken when pressed against their bodies, and the copper cymbals on the golden pestle were completely deformed, and they couldn't tell their original appearance.

Luo Zhiqing's light-splitting sword shadow blocked six or seven Buddhist weapons, but four or five did not, leaving several wounds on his body.

Luo Zhiqing didn't care, his feet stepped on the battlements, the sword light recovered, he glanced at the Western Xia military array, and slowly spit out two words: "Come again!"

Several Buddhist monks beckoned with both hands, dragging the broken golden pestle and copper cymbals, together with the elite of the Bu Bazi who were pressed underneath with heavy casualties, and no one dared to step forward to fight for a while.

With Luo Zhiqing's might, above the city, the militia besieging a few foot soldiers mustered up the courage to fight desperately and cleared the city wall. Several of the infanzamen were killed on the spot, and the remaining two were stabbed from the city with spears, fell to the ground, and vomited blood on the spot.

The sound of gold sounded, and the foot soldiers under the city retreated with their shields, and were injured by a rain of arrows from the militia at the head of the city.

The storm failed, and several generals asked for battle and asked to rush again.

"Commander, the defenders are very weak, let's rush again!"

"The last general is willing to ask for his life, and he will definitely go down with a drum!"

Wu Huawen also saw the weakness of the defenders in the city, not to mention anything else, just now it was just a round of temptation, dozens of steps stepped forward, and they directly turned over without climbing the city, and changed to the Ming army elsewhere, how is this possible?

It's just that the defenders are weak, but the monks seem to be very strong, especially the Daomen monk at the head of the city, whose sword light is really powerful, and it is necessary for a master to come forward and entangle.

So he said to a monk beside him: "Zen Master Zhishen, please ask the Zen master to take action and entangle the Taoist priest, I don't know if it's okay?"

Zhishen Heten: "The general is relieved." He also said to the disciples he brought from his house: "Guangcheng, you go and break the door and fight for the demon road in the city!"

At the head of the city, Pei Zhongze saw the two monks coming out of the crowd, took a closer look, and suddenly remembered, isn't this the two monks who fought with Zhao Zhiran when they were blocked in a small temple on the way to escape from Bayan Kala Mountain?

These two monks, especially the fat and strong monk, beat themselves and Zhao Zhiran extremely embarrassed, if they hadn't discovered the tunnel in the temple, they were afraid that they would have disappeared at that time.

Pei Zhongze saw it right, these two are the Zhishen and Guangcheng masters and apprentices of the Gao Richang Temple in Bayan Kala Mountain. Ten years have passed in a flash, Zhishen has cultivated for diligence, and has entered the Arhat realm, which is equivalent to the cultivation of Daomen practitioners, and Guangcheng has also entered the bhikshu realm, which is slightly the same as Daomen Jindan Master.

Eight years ago, Zhishen was ordered by the Tianlong Academy to go to the White Horse Mountain to help in the war, experienced many wars, he is good at the phantom array, this specialty makes him like a fish in water in the war, has repeatedly performed well, widely praised by the army, and has also been valued by the Tianlong Academy, was incorporated into the White Horse Supervision Military Division, and became one of the few masters in the Western Xia side of the Baihe line.

In this raid on Hongyuan, Wu Huawen invited Zhishen to lead the monks, and the phantom array of the Ghost Fang Cliff was from his handwriting.

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