its 083: big scuffle

The cavalry and the cattle finally collided head-on.

The rock cow, with the help of the impact of running, and the hardness of the skin and horns like rocks, easily knocked the knight and the horse to the ground; the knight, with the help of the end of the horse's sprint and the centrifugal force waved by the axe, easily broke the hard skin of the rock cow and cut the axe into the meat of the rock cow.

The skin is as hard as a rock, but the muscles are still muscles. The hardness of the surface rock cannot stop the heavy axe formed by the combination of man and horse.

Impact, smash, and then entanglement and stagnation. More than 20 horses on the side of Hu Huangyi fell down, but most of the horses that died were those that had withstood the impact of the rock cow. The knights were only about three or four, and were trampled to death by the rock cow that rushed up. The rest jumped up and took off the long handle of the big axe, reducing the length of the handle of the axe in half and turning it into a suitable weapon for close combat. , and then cut at the rock cow.

In the impact, more than a dozen rock cows fell down, of which only two or three of them struggled to get up again. At this time, the other twelve generals had come to their senses and commanded their soldiers to rush up, cutting swords, sticks and axes. The rock cow that just stood up fell down again.

Long Lao came and fought for a moment, and he was able to kill a rock cow. When the long roaring sounded, he added countless confidence to the generals of Shenmiaomen.

"FUCK!" Long Meng's eyes finally turned red. In addition to the beast soldiers he lost before, more than 30 rock cattle have disappeared from the battlefield. As a general of a hundred generals, it is difficult for him to accept this level of loss.

"Don't worry." An Yu walked to him with a smile, "I'll help you..."

As soon as the words fell, twenty gates had been opened around the square. From those doors, a team of soldiers with machetes quickly rushed out. These soldiers kept pouring out of the door, filling the whole square in an instant.

"This...this...is this a thousand-person general?" Elder Wang exclaimed, and Elder Liu's face was like dead ashes.

"There are almost 800 people..." Shan Shusheng took another sip of wine with a smile on his face. "It seems that we will lose this time, hahahaha!"

In the laughter, more than 50 soldiers suddenly appeared in the east of the square. These soldiers held two-handed swords more than four feet in their hands and killed the soldiers released by An Yu's array with expressionless faces.

Then, another fifty horses appeared around the square. The knight, with a two-handed sword more than six feet long, hit the horse forward, and rushed to the enemy soldiers on the periphery.

"Is the general coming out?" An Yuzhen smiled and said, "Half a pawn, half a cavalry, but it's still not enough to see. There are only a hundred soldiers. How can I be the opponent of the 500 masters?"

"If you had come out earlier, why would I have lost so much?" Long suddenly stared at him fiercely, and An Yu smiled and said, "I can't do it. No wonder others."

In the door of the hall, several teenagers were all dumbfounded.

"This, this, this, this strength gap is too big, isn't it?" Cheng Xing star stared at the mirror of the battlefield, and his hands trembling a little.

In the past, when I saw some superheroes in the novel, one person killed thousands of people with his bare hands. He didn't feel it at all. It was like a hero in the novel. He could only kill hundreds of people. He was embarrassed to tell others that he could do martial arts. Only when thousands of people waved their hands were destroyed, that was the real ability.

But when you really see thousands of people fighting, you will become a star to understand that, not to mention thousands of people fighting together, that scene is absolutely shocking.

What is the concept of a hundred people? Ten people stand in a row, and then come back in such a row.

What is the concept of a thousand people? Ten people stand in a row, and then come back in the ninety-nine rows!

At this time, there were sixty or seventy rock cattle and more than a thousand soldiers in the square of Shenmiaomen. Together, the whole square was immediately occupied, and there was almost no gap. Their shouts and fighting alone made people's ears buzz.

In the mirror of the battlefield, the star is sweating in addition to sweating. Thanks to Long Lao, who didn't need his command, otherwise, he would have stood there stupidly, either killed by a cow or hacked to death.

"There is no chance of winning..." Cheng Xingxing muttered in his heart. But for some reason, although he was sweating at this time, there was no fear in his heart. On the contrary, he felt very excited. His blood was boiling, and his trembling was not because of fear, but excitement.

The waving weapons, roaring strange beasts, and roaring soldiers all make Cheng Xingxing feel an unprecedented impact. He has experienced many battles, but it is the first time he has experienced such a thousand-person battle. He found that this was the real battlefield. Compared with it, the previous battle was obviously only a group fight.

"This is the war!" He couldn't help sighing.

"War?" Long Lao in the battle heard the sigh of the star through the mirror of the battlefield and couldn't help smiling tiredly: "Silly boy, this is just a casual melee. The real war is the deployment of thousands of troops and horses, the tactics of war, and corpses all over the field! That's where it is."

"Thousands of troops and horses? The art of war?" Cheng Xingxing medited on these words and couldn't help shivering twice.

It's a chill of excitement.

"Daw, there are too many people on the other side." Long Lao fought and gasped, saying to Cheng Xingxing. Boy, get ready. Maybe we will be separated forever today... Don't hold on. If you don't, run quickly. Your future has infinite light. Don't die here..."

Long Lao sighed and pulled Cheng Xingxing back from excitement. Only then did he realize the seriousness of the situation and was anxious. Long Lao obviously didn't have much physical strength. He used powerful moves repeatedly to consume most of his strength, and the other party added 800 combat strength, including 16 village chiefs, eight hundred generals, and one 500 masters. With this force alone, if he kills Long Lao's side, the old man will definitely fall down.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Cheng Xingxing was sweating anxiously, "Long Lao needs support, but the door owner has done it. Who else..."

In anxiety, he couldn't help pressing his hand on the tiger charm of his left big arm. In the heat, a carved small sandalwood wooden door slowly opened in front of him. Zheng suddenly jumped out of the door and rushed into his arms: "Brother, hug! Brother, hug!"

"Conquest?" Only then did he realize that he had inadvertently brought this boy out. But what's the use of him coming out at this time? Change your mood? That's not necessary.

He patted the head of the expedition: "Kid, go cool! I don't have time to take care of you!"

Zheng Zheng turned his head in surprise and immediately saw Long Lao, who was fighting in the chaotic army in the mirror of the battlefield: "Ah, grandpa is so strong! You need more strength!"

With that, the little hand reached into the mirror of the battlefield, which penetrated the mirror of the battlefield like crossing the surface of the water.

"This, this, what's the situation?" Cheng Xingxing's eyes widened in surprise and looked at the mirror of the battlefield in disbelief. In the mirror, the hand that Zheng entered turned into a smoke and quickly penetrated into Long Lao's body. When the smoke completely entered, Long Lao's eyes suddenly flashed.

"Great!" Long Lao roared excitedly. With a wave of his hand, a rock cow was smashed by his claws and immediately fell to the ground.

"Conscription, you are indeed worthy of being a 500-level soldier!" Long Lao laughed and struggled to enter the enemy group. When dozens of enemy soldiers surrounded him, a beam of light suddenly flashed on his body. In the light flashed, four yellow gas surged around the beam of light, and four rays stabbed out in four directions. More than 20 enemy soldiers either fell to the ground and turned into smoke on the spot or flew out!

"That old guy is awesome!" An Yuzhen stared at the mirrors of the battlefield in front of him and frowned: "Why is it suddenly full of power? No, we have to get rid of him first!"

In his mind, the officers under his subordinates broke through the crowd and rushed towards Long Lao.

"Oh no!" Cheng Mingxing saw this situation in the mirror of the battlefield and shouted badly. If so many officer-level soldiers came over, even if Long Lao's physical strength was fully recovered, it would be very dangerous.

There are more than 100 soldiers with a single tree sound, and the two elders are more than 100 together. Then go back to the 100 people in yellow clothes, and the remaining nearly 200 soldiers of the twelve altar masters. On this side of the divine door, there are more than 500 soldiers in total. In addition, the power of the dragon elder alone can also be worth a hundred soldiers. On the side of the divine gate, it is There are six hundred soldiers.

And the other party, with only one person, led 800 soldiers. The difference in strength is self-evident.

The single tree frowned slightly and whispered to himself, "What a melee. The people on both sides are in a mess, and neither side can use aggressive tactics. I don't know whether it is beneficial or bad for us..."

As he spoke, he sighed and slowly closed his eyes. A force circled around his chest, and then suddenly flew out. In an instant, a rain fell from the sky and fell on the soldiers in the melee in the square.

The light is like a creature with eyes, swimming in the air, looking for soldiers with the sound of a single tree, but avoiding other people's soldiers. Obviously, this is the art of war made by the sound of a single tree, and the target is only a soldier with a sound of a single tree.

After these soldiers with the sound of a single tree were drenched by the light rain, the wounds on their bodies healed quickly. In a blink of an eye, the minor injured recovered as usual, and the injured could also have the ability to fight, wave weapons, and fight with the enemy again.

"Healing?" Wu Zhao nodded, "The iron antler array that can make the ambush so amazing and know how to defend the strong, and can also use good healing skills. Well, this general has a little way. It's really a pity to destroy it.

"Is it embarrassing to show off in front of me?" At this time, An Yuzhen smiled and suddenly waved his hand. An invisible force rose to the sky and turned into a strong wind, sweeping the whole battlefield. In an instant, countless smoke began to condense, forming more than 50 soldiers, but it was the number of soldiers killed in An Yu's battle during this period.

"Rebirth?" A trace of horror flashed in Shan Shusheng's eyes, and then he nod: "Yes, only if you can use such a magic skill can you be worthy of being a 500-level general."

"It's a waste of time." Lin Shaowu slowly shook his head and moved the stick on his shoulder, "Son, I'll go."

After saying that, the man shot into the battlefield like a flash of lightning.

At the beginning of the stick, the smoke is flying.