The cold night wind blew through the bridgehead of the Macedonian defense line, the heights of Maideola, and the wise general of the Eight Demon Generals, Beowwufu, held his hands behind his back, and looked down with indifferent eyes on the temporary residence of the nomads stretching forward from the ruined fortress group under his feet, thousands of animal skin tents were scattered and orderly, and the blazing bonfires were like stars in the sky, even from a long distance, which made the wise general feel dazzling. Vertex X 23 U S

With a total of more than 50,000 and good at riding and shooting, the steppe eagles are the enemies they have to face when they are stationed in the defensive line. There are only 5,000 men on their side, and they are divided into three parts to take turns to rest and change defenses, so as not to lose energy and resist the enemy who takes turns to attack.

It was suggested that a sneak attack in the middle of the night and set fire to the enemy's weapons and grain and grass reserves, and Count Beowuffo looked at this young staff officer like a fool. How stupid it must be to make such a proposal that ignores the actual situation, it is simply a joke on the lives of the soldiers of the border army who have no backup.

Count Beowulfu didn't open his mouth to scold, or even blame him, naturally there were other senior staff officers who taught this young man a good lesson on what positional warfare was.

On the Macedonian defensive line, which runs 500 miles from north to south, there are not many places where a formation can be launched, and there is not a single steppe eagle in a dangerous position where no one can open a single man's pass, which shows that the enemy has no intention of taking chances, and his own side cannot have such a foolish idea of hoping for the enemy.

Earlier, to the west of the Macedonian Line, the Desert Empire's legions deployed a thick artillery array, and it only took one morning to easily destroy the hastily built improvised fortifications, seriously threatening the rear security of the Macedonian Defense Line.

To be honest, now that the enemy is on both sides, there is no so-called rear and front, only to fight to the end with the steppe eagles that come from the tribe, and to fight the victory with the desert empire armed with science.

"What do our allies, the Transylvanian Bloods, say, this is the closest faction to the Macedonian Line!"

In the case of two sides of the enemy, first considering the relatively weak western enemy, the Desert Legion armed with science, the first thing that comes to mind is the blood clan that has developed and risen rapidly under the nose, the king of the dark forces on the mysterious side, and the wolf clan that was uprooted and completely eradicated at the slightest show of ambition.

"Solomon, the king of the Bloods, thought about it for a long time, and finally agreed to send reinforcements. It is said to be a branch from the East, the ancestor of the demigod-level vampire zombies, who transformed the thousands of miles of fertile fields into a dry and barren land, with a radius of nine kilometers and a radius of thousands of miles!"

When Count Beowulfu heard this, he chuckled in his heart, and remembered the occult knowledge taught by his family: "Demigods, no demigod has an aura of thousands of miles! a radius of nine kilometers and a diameter of eighteen kilometers, in other words, this is at least 18 powerful divine powers. It is absolutely impossible that the poor wandering poor people of the Blood Clan would have such a strong branch in the East!"

From the many intelligence and news, the insights extracted by Count Beowulfu are getting closer and closer to the truth, and at the same time, he also feels inexplicable pressure.

"It's a good thing to have such strong reinforcements! Otherwise, the western cluster of the Macedonian defense line will have to use cold weapons to deal with the muskets and cannons of the desert legion, which is too unfair!"

At the same time, just below the high mountain fortress where the wise general Beo Wufu was located, a Mengding warrior who had been sitting in prison for a long time had finally adjusted his body and mind to a more perfect point and was receiving the final "Daigo empowerment"!

Soaking in a boiling medicine tank, the skin of the whole body looks like a boiled lobster, and the red flutter is very pleasant. Taking advantage of this heat, the elderly shaman elder reached into the black medicine jar with both hands, took out a large handful of milky white "jade ointment" with a medicinal fragrance, came to the back of the Mengding warrior, and gently placed it on his smooth and shiny bald head.

Due to the high body temperature, the jade paste slowly melts and then flows downwards to be absorbed by the open pores. The old shaman smeared the scattered "Daigo" on his grandson's whole body at a speed that ordinary people couldn't match, and he didn't let go of every corner.

It didn't take long for the medicinal power to penetrate into the skin, into the bloodlines, and even into the bone marrow before it began to work. The masked warrior swelled up like a blow, his muscles were like steel, the slightest texture was clearly visible, and his skin became thicker, like a piece of flesh armor.

The medical skills of the old enemy of the Central Plains, combined with the potions science of the Uszzang Demon Kingdom, in the hands of the shamans of the past generations and countless samurai who were willing to pay sacrifices, finally brewed the "Daigo Empowerment", a shamanic magic technique that far exceeds common sense, and the external human body transformation technology.

"Up!"

The old shaman gave an order, and the four surrounding warriors armed with iron rods, iron rulers, broadswords, and long swords took turns to step forward and conduct a tentative test on the masked warriors who had swelled in a circle.

Whether it is a powerful blunt weapon or an extremely sharp weapon, it is like an itchy dog's tail grass for the masked warrior, and it cannot cause any harm at all.

In the face of blunt instruments such as iron rods and iron rulers, his thick skin is like a sponge, able to resist any impact and transfer the force he has suffered to his whole body. When it was the turn of the broadsword and the long sword to slash and stab, the sponge skin armor was like an indestructible King Kong, and there were not even tiny scratches and white spots.

When the old shaman saw this scene, he couldn't help but nod slightly: "Very good! almost perfect!" After speaking, he raised his hand and raised it, and the four personal warriors withdrew their hands and retreated.

"Gulhan, let me see how much your fist has improved?"

When the Mengding warrior heard this, he immediately obeyed his grandfather's order, stood with his feet in order, his body squatted slightly, his left hand raised to his brow, and his right hand clenched into a fist at his waist, forming a starting gesture with strength.

"Ma Bu Chong Boxing! The boxing method of the Central Plains! Tsk...... Forget it!"

The old shaman was a little dissatisfied, but for the sake of his grandson, he gently lifted it. The Mengding Samurai's move is different. With the same boxing technique, he swung his fists 3,000 times a day, starting at the age of seven, and lasted for 20 years, and finally practiced a little experience, or something that can be said to belong to him.

In the beginning, it takes a seven-year-old child more than half a day to throw 3,000 punches, but as he grows older and stronger, especially in terms of muscles and bones, or realizes the rhythm of breathing and controls the speed of his heartbeat, the time it takes him to punch 3,000 times becomes shorter and shorter.

At his peak, the Mengding warrior punched with both hands at the same time, ten punches in one breath, and finished the fight in five minutes. This is still the level of normal practice, in his long years of cultivation, the Mengding warrior comprehended the most terrifying stunt in the dark, concentrating the fist power of three thousand punches into one punch, known as the Heaven and Earth Overlord Fist One blow kills!

The four old shaman's personal warriors teamed up to push a round stone projectile, and the two of them hugged the thick and thin diameter of the upper and lower diameters, and placed them in front of the masked warrior, and they also wanted to see the ability of the strongest hero of the tribe.

Everything was ready, and Gulhan was not welcome, and the power that was raised to the apex was concentrated in the right fist, which felt a little heavier than usual. At this moment, he doesn't need to say more, just blast forward and punch out!

"One hit kills!"