Between the runes on the sweat-absorbing cloth, a faint white light flashed.

Flames emanated from the light, flames wound around the tip of the blade.

The brown and yellow armor showed red brilliance in the firelight, and the veteran surnamed the house with a snow-white long beard under his chin raised his head slightly.

The gates of the camp were still closed, and the soldiers with bows and arrows and wearing various armor were already gathered on the baffle behind the fence.

His eyes were fixed on the camp gate in the distance, and his ears lingered from outside the camp, and the sound of clear passwords gradually became louder.

The veteran frowned slightly, and he turned his head to look behind him.

He saw sixteen generals sitting on their horses, each with the blade of the inscription in his hand.

Since they can lead troops to be stationed outside, these people are not rookies who have just experienced the battlefield, but this time they are facing cultivators, and the situation is completely different.

As commanders of the army, they instinctively remained silent when they were about to fight, but at this time, on those sixteen faces, they all showed more or less fear and panic.

Behind the generals, there are soldiers and generals who have already held their weapons, but their armor is still not neat.

Turning around, the veteran of the house looked gloomy, and the knuckles of the fingers on the silk cloth with the handle gradually turned white.

Outside the camp, in Liu Heng's army, Liu Heng untied the hemp rope of the bolted cloth and took out the halberd wrapped in linen.

The fire-like light on the runes flickered, and the red color enveloped the halberd in an instant.

The restless fire element passed through the newly cast silver armor, and Liu Heng was covered in flames, and bursts of red glow emanated from his eyes.

"Stop!"

After the thunderous sound of the order, a thunderous response was heard from the advancing military formation.

"One, two!"

In the sound of the same command, the soldiers in the seven formations stepped out neatly and stopped.

At this time, in Liu Heng's army, the most advanced row of soldiers was only ten miles away from the camp wall.

"Whew!"

Behind the stacked wooden wall, Liu Hengjun, who had been looking nervously outside the wall, the archer who didn't blink his eyes because of excessive nervousness, trembled in the last thunderous roar and the unanimous shout of more than 6,000 soldiers, and let go of the hand pulling the string.

The arrow from the string disappeared into the night in an instant, and when the arrow was still halfway, Yougen, who was riding a horse behind Liu Heng, had already stretched out his right arm towards the sky.

His right hand clenched into a fist, and the smoky river of golden qi surging out of his dantian quickly rushed into his neck along the countless meridians.

"Arrange the front formation, and the thousand-person team will form a shield-shaped armor formation!"

The rooted body overflowed with golden rays, and the brilliance was even more brilliant than Liu Heng, who was not far from him, surrounded by fire.

The earth trembled slightly as it shook the eardrums of ordinary people.

All the ordinary soldiers in Liu Heng's army raised their shields in their hands, and in the six phalanxes advancing side by side, all the soldiers in the front row took a small step forward and squatted down and touched the ground on one knee, and skillfully raised their shields with one hand to block the sky.

The soldiers in the second row went straight forward and raised their round shields in the same way.

High in the air, the two shields were directly together.

The same is true for the third row, the same is true for the fourth row, and the same is true for the fifth row, and all the ordinary soldiers in Liu Heng's army are like this.

Only the barbarians who were walking in the rear, still twenty miles from the camp walls, did not raise their shields.

It was useless for them to raise their shields, their shields could not stop them, and the arrows that had flown twenty miles in the night could not cause great damage to them who had been forging their bodies all year round.

When the ordinary soldiers had already formed a shield array, the arrow finally hit the iron shield raised by the soldiers.

"Boom!"

The sharp tip of the arrow grazed a few sparks on the surface of the shield, and the thin shaft of the arrow folded under the force and broke in the fold.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

On the camp wall, the soldiers standing on the baffle shot arrows one after another.

The arrows rained down on the iron wall of the iron shield.

"Ding, ding, ding~!"

Continuously, in the crisp sound of gold and iron impact, countless broken rods and arrows were bounced up and scattered.

Sporadic arrows shot through the gaps between the shields and into the shield array.

The arrow struck the body of the soldier under the shield.

Some of the soldiers fell as a result, and when their vacated positions were immediately topped by other soldiers, they were already surrounded by arrows.

Some of the soldiers gritted their teeth and held on, covering the bleeding wound with one hand and moving the iron shield above their heads with the other, adjusting the position of the shield.

The archers behind the baffles on the camp wall repeatedly pulled the bowstrings of the upper arrows, and many of them had their fingers bursting with blood.

In the camp, behind the huge and strong gate, the veteran of the house surnamed who rode a horse and stopped in front of the soldiers, but his face had turned as white as paper.

With the blessing of vitality, the thunderous command sound presents a completely different tone and timbre.

What does this mean?

The forehead scarf under the brown armor helmet was soaked with sweat, and between the frowning brows, the old general, who was the commander-in-chief, turned his head sharply to look behind him.

Sixteen generals stood behind him in turn, and the look of fear on the faces of these sixteen men became clearer and thicker.

The veteran of the house quickly turned his head, and on his bloodless face, a trace of remorse flashed in his eyes, which had changed from the cloudy and shiny eyes of the past.

Secretly gritted his teeth, the veteran raised the iron hook with both hands, and was about to drink the soldiers next to him to open the gate of the village.

Outside the camp gate, behind the six shield arrays, in front of the barbarian army array, Liu Heng raised his head slightly, and several arrows flew towards his face, but finally crashed into the flame-like red air curtain.

The air curtain did not move, but the arrow was bounced aside, and on the arrow that was bounced away by the air curtain, the sharp ends of the arrow were scorched black.

Liu Heng frowned slightly, turned sideways with the halberd shaft of the ancient halberd in his right hand, and tightened the reins of the horse with his left hand.

The black dragon, which was also wrapped in red rays, immediately stood up and opened its mouth to let out a piercing hiss.

"Buzz~!"

The long, soft but shrill and unusual sound suddenly resounded throughout the battlefield.

Liu Heng raised the halberd slightly towards the sky, and the halberd became excited with the owner's excited mood, and the halberd rod held by Liu Heng kept trembling, and countless afterimages swayed around the halberd body.

On the clean face, the red thin lips were slightly curled, and the smiling Liu Heng's right hand was slightly forced, the halberd stopped trembling, and the sound of "humming" in the air stopped abruptly.

The next moment, Liu Heng, who was sitting on horseback, bent down slightly, arched his body, and slightly clamped the horse's belly with his legs.

As soon as the front hooves hit the ground, the black steed immediately leaped forward, and it was ten miles in one leap.

Jumping in front of the closed gate, Liu Heng swung his halberd and slashed towards the wide wooden door.

"Click!"

The five-meter-high gate shattered with a loud bang along with the beams on the gates, and the ten archers standing on the backsplash of the beams were immediately smashed into pieces by the scattered fire energy and swept into the sky.

The scorching wave of qi mixed with countless broken wood slag quickly greeted him, and although the veteran surnamed Wu who bore the brunt of the attack was not a cultivator, the weapon in his hand was engraved with a rune that could disperse flames, and his movement of raising his hand to protect his cheek with the crook of his arm was several times faster than usual.

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