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The army covered by the ancestors winds for more than ten miles above the gorge, and at first glance, the dense crowds of people are staggering on the road to Xuangu Pass.

The army's food and grass had been exhausted, and the rumors spread by Xu Wenjing led to the fact that there was no grain of food when I came here for several days. The Yan army soldiers walked empty-handedly, their eyes were straight, their legs were as unstable as if they were stepping on the clouds, and the array was even more embarrassed, with no rules at all.

"Plop~"

After walking a few steps, a soldier fell unsteadily on the side of the road and never got up again. The companions next to him did not help him, nor did they have the strength to help him. They just held the spear in their hands and forced their body to pass by him indifferently.

Along the way, thousands of soldiers who had died of starvation had fallen down. Although they were numerous at this moment, they were a group of sheep without combat effectiveness. Each of them had a numb and tired look on their faces. If they encountered an enemy army blocking the road here, they could be defeated without any effort.

"We are almost at Xuangu Pass in front. When you enter the Pass, everyone should have a good rest. Let's go quickly, hurry up..."

Zubi was wearing golden iron armor and horses, looking at the tilted soldiers, with a look of disgust on his face, and instructed with dissatisfaction.

In fact, Zubi was also extremely harsh on these young and strong people who were recruited. The families of soldiers who died in battle never had a pension of a pension. The injured soldiers thought they were both troubled and either ordered people to assassinate secretly or left them to fend for themselves. They were completely driven by slaves. Over time, these soldiers had long complained in their hearts, and only took care that their families were all in Zubi's hands as qualifying, so they would let Zubi's drive to work their lives.

"Drink~~"

Suddenly, a majestic shout sounded melodiously in front of the army, which surprised Zubi and the Yan soldiers who were walking in front of him, and quickly looked at them.

I saw a thick spear standing on the slope more than a hundred steps ahead and the clouds. The three neat and solemn battle formations firmly grasped the path they must pass.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, array, quickly line up to meet the enemy!"

Zu Bi was shocked. Although he didn't know what the army was, the aura that came from them made him understand that the visitor was not good, the enemy was not a friend, and he quickly ordered the army to form a formation to meet the enemy.

However, the hungry Yan soldiers did not have the strength and energy to make a formation? When they saw the team ahead joining the team, they immediately started to mess up and pushed back, and the scene became very embarrassing and chaotic.

Battle formation, expecting hungry soldiers to form battle formations? It's a joke. Since ancient times, the army that wants to use military formations to fight the enemy, whether in the East or the West, if you want to do these, the most basic point is that food and clothing must be solved. Once you can't even do this most basic thing, you should learn the servant system of officers from all over the late Ming Dynasty, which at least has some use...

"Hmph, the rabble is vulnerable, and except for the large number of people, it is useless!"

Sun Cheng, who saw the chaotic scene of Yan Jun from the viewing mirror, snorted disdainfully, and finally raised his hand...

“Woo~~”

"Drink~~"

The sharp horn horn sounded in Sun Cheng's army and spread throughout the crowded valley. However, when the shouts of murderous intent were heard again into the eardrums of Zubi's army, many soldiers were already scared and collapsed on the ground, and the rest were staring with their eyes and retreating.

After the horn horn stopped shouting, the spear battle formations on both sides of the left and right sides that were standing still began to slowly move towards the Zuma army. The blade of the four-meter spear that swayed slightly on the clouds flashed with cold light, and the iron boots stepped on the ground and emitted neat steps. The only thing that brought the Yan soldiers was a suffocating and oppressive feeling that rushed towards them...

"What are you doing? Why don't you form a formation to meet the enemy? They only have a few thousand people, but you have more than 100,000 people. One person can drown them all! Come on, kill them all for me, otherwise I will kill your whole family!"

Zubi's threat finally had some effect. For the lives of his family, many soldiers gritted their teeth in the front row, forcing the last breath of blood in their bodies to raise a two-meter long spear and a sword shield, and lined up into a distorted formation, trying to resist the troops of Sun Cheng's troops.

"Spikeman!"

"Drink~~"

"Pyr~~"

The commanders of the two battle formations issued a loud order at the same time, and a sharp copper whistle whistle sounded immediately in the formation. The next moment, the two rows of spearmen behind the sword and shield hand pressed down the erected spears, like a dark cloud pressing down the top of the head, which shocked the Yan soldiers on the opposite side, and were trembling with their hearts.

"Arrowman ready~~"

When they reached a distance of fifty steps, the tight military formation suddenly became loose. Teams of archers stood in the gap where the military formation was dispersed, raised their bows and opened the strings, and took an arrow to aim at the downhill Yan soldiers.

"Where is our archer? Not ready yet~"

When the monk Zubi Youde heard the sound of the military formation opening opposite, he immediately blushed and ordered the archers in his army to prepare.

Unfortunately, the hungry Yanjun archers had no strength to pull the bowstring string of the step bow, and put their trembling hands on the string and pulled it hard, but they could not use any strength.

"Shoot the arrow~"

"Shit..."

The Yan army is not ready yet, but Sun Cheng will not tell you about gentlemanly etiquette. He directly ordered the ready-made archers to carry out the first round of shooting. But when the two military formations were four hundred archers loosened the strings, the painted black feathered locust roared towards the Zuma Army formation dozens of steps away like a cold star chasing the moon.

"Puff~"

A Yan soldier with a gun was pierced through the forehead by a feather arrow piercing his head. The extremely sharp cone-shaped armor-breaking arrowhead ruthlessly tore his skull, bringing out a scattered blood beads and a pale yellow serous liquid. The soldier fell down on his back without even making a sound of screaming and fell into darkness immediately. His eyes were wide open when he died, and his face was full of fear...

Another Yan army spearman watched the arrow of a feather arrow grow bigger and bigger in his pupils, but his legs were unable to move and avoid it for half a step. In the end, he could only gently turn his neck and try to avoid the fatal arrow. However, the arrow of the shuttle blade brushed across his left neck and cut off the artery on his neck. A red blood mark popped out of his neck, sprinkled in the air, and then, there was nothing...

"Puff puff puff puff~"

With three light sounds of arrows entering the body, the three archers were each hit by an arrow on the facade, chest and abdominal cavity.

The Yan army archer who was shot at the store immediately dropped the arch in his hand, covering the wound that had been cut by the arrow, opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make any sound at all. At this moment, he couldn't make any sound, because the arrow branches had nowhere to enter his throat, and only blood mixed with saliva slowly flowed from his mouth...

The Yan army soldier who was shot with an arrow in his chest just lay on his back on the ground, trembling all over, as if trying to dispel the endless coldness that had penetrated into his blood...

The archer with an arrow in his abdomen leaned against a companion's body, gritted his teeth and pulled his hand holding the arrow branch in his abdomen hard. The arrow branch left in his body slowly moved outward. Every inch he pulled out, a pool of bright red liquid poured out from his abdomen, and his face was extremely painful. When he roared and finally pulled out the arrow, something seemed to be taken out. Looking closely, his intestines were hanging on the barb of the arrow and fainted...

"Shit ~"

“Ah~~”

Another four hundred feather arrows were thrown from the Sun Cheng battlefield formation fifty steps away towards the Yan army formation. The shrill screams echoed on the entire ancestral wilderness path...

"Puff~"

“Uh~”

Shang Youde, who was watching the game, accidentally got pierced by two feather arrows and his left chest and thighs. He only shouted softly, covered his left chest and fell off the horse's back with disbelief.

Soon, the scenery in his eyes gradually turned gray and white. Finally, the darkness surrounded him from all directions. He tried hard to disperse them, but everything was futile. He shot through his heart with an arrow on his left chest, and finally ended his life in a rapid breathing and ended his mission as the "Prime Minister".

"Ding~"

“Waste ~”

Zubi swept the arrows that shot towards him with a sword, glanced back at Shang Youde's corpse, cursed angrily, and then began to order loudly.

"Roar over, if you don't want to be shot to death, rush forward and disrupt their formation! Don't let them shoot arrows again!"

"Aoah..."

In order to survive, these hungry soldiers burst into a wave of wolf howlings and rushed towards the neat battle formation ahead like crazy...

"Haha, I'm really not afraid of death..."

Sun Cheng, who had been using a mirror to observe the changes in the battlefield in the back formation, saw the enemy soldiers starting to rush to the formation in a panic, and the cold smile on his face became stronger.

"If you want to tear the spear formation such a scattered formation? Then let Jingwei Camp teach them a good lesson..."

Sun Cheng's confidence comes from the heart. Jingwei Camp started with spears. It gradually evolved from a meter of bamboo guns of hundreds of people to its current mixed formation. The spear formation was simply perfect. Any enemy who wanted to break through the spear formation of Jingwei Camp, whether it was a bandit, a rioter or even Hu Nu's iron cavalry, was declared to fail and paid a heavy price.

And the Yan soldiers in front of them were the same...

"Pitch the gun~"

"Let it go~"

"Huh~"

Fifteen steps away, black "giant pythons" emerged from the solemn spear battle formation, as if torn the air around the surroundings toward the battle formation.

"Puff puff puff puff puff..."

Within fifteen steps, a series of broken bodies roared one after another, and shrill screams mixed with stirring blood bloomed on this extremely cruel land. The heavy guns were harvested without any mercy and the lives of the Yan soldiers who were already desperate in front of them.

The blood mist filled the formation, and the scene ahead could no longer be seen clearly. Only one felled body after another rolled down the slope. All the leaves of long blood marks were left on the gorge. Everything in front of you could no longer be described in words. If you had to have it, there were only four words...
Chapter completed!