Pei Zi Yun's face was devoid of joy. Compared to before, a mere wooden plank could block more than half of the damage.
"Shoot again!"
"Xiu xiu pu" sounds were heard as the arrows rained down like rain. This time, as they got closer, blood splattered everywhere. The arrows pierced through the wooden plank, injuring the people behind. Screams could be heard as they fell to the ground.
At this point, they were nearing the wooden fence. The leader of the bandits was clad in armor and wielded a long blade. He shouted, "Charge, continue charging. No one is allowed to retreat. Anyone who retreats will be killed!"
Not only that, the leader of the bandits howled as he charged forward. His bravery and bravery raised the morale of the bandits. They raised their blades and roared as they charged forward.
"Third shot!" At this point, they were less than ten meters away. "Pu pu" sounds could be heard. This time, the thin wooden plank was no longer able to withstand the arrows.
"Kill!" Several bandits were already in front of the fence and were about to climb over it.
Cai Yuanzhen shouted, "Release the spears!"
"Hua!" The archers retreated and the spearmen lowered their spears. In the space left behind by the fence, a row of spears fell down, gleaming with a cold light.
"Stab!"
The spears pierced forward as the bandits charged forward. At that point, blood rained down from the spears.
"Flank, release the arrows!"
"Xiu xiu, pu!" Facing the spears, the wooden plank was useless. More than half of it was lost. At this point, arrows rained down from both sides, and screams could be heard.
"Do not retreat, continue charging!" Fang Ji saw everything clearly from behind. He roared and waved his hands. Although his third brother Fang Tong was injured, he was clad in armor and was leading a group of old brothers to supervise the battle.
"Kill, kill, kill!" The bandits split into several groups and charged forward. Some of them even crashed into the wooden fence. The wooden fence was not made of stone, and shook slightly.
"Circle around and attack from all sides. We have the numbers, let's press forward together."
"Let's see how the soldiers defend!"
Fang Ji shouted, "The drums have not stopped, do not retreat. If you dare to retreat, you'll be killed. If you can't charge forward, there's no rush. Take a sack and fill it with sand."
"There's sand everywhere on the beach. Put it under the fence and climb up. The wall is as tall as a man, and we'll be able to charge in."
A commotion broke out as pirates carried sacks of sand and threw them over.
"The Thief General's reaction is impressive!" On top of the hill, Pei Zi Yun commanded plainly, "But you only have a thousand and five hundred men. In these few minutes, fifty of them have died. How long can you last?"
"Shoot!"
Another rain of arrows poured down, and the air was filled with whistling sounds.
"Pierce!"
Another row of spears pierced out from the gap left behind in the fence. There was only a series of miserable screams, but there were also continuous crackling sounds. Quite a few spears were broken.
"Keep going, don't stop!"
Seeing that the sandbag was thrown too high, a group of thieves roared and jumped with all their might. Sure enough, they flipped over the sandbag.
Everyone in the camp was prepared for this. As the formation advanced and retreated, the saber light fell like snow. Immediately, blood blossomed, and all kinds of severed bodies flew out like a waterfall.
The group of thieves was killed in an instant.
Fang Ji wasn't surprised. Instead, he was elated. As long as they could charge into the camp and risk their lives, they had over a thousand men on their side. How could they not be afraid of exhaustion? He then shouted, "Charge in again."
Another team leaped over and landed in the camp.
At this point, Pei Zi Yun had already donned his armour and was ready to attack.
"Bind!"
"Peng!"
The group of thieves who had charged in immediately felt their bodies turn sluggish. It was a matter of life and death, and there was no room for hesitation. All they could see was the remaining spears and sabers piercing through their bodies. Instantly, they became targets again.
The moment he killed them, Pei Zi Yun felt his chest tighten, as though he was about to vomit blood. At this point, the stars shifted, and the feeling of disgust dissipated.
"What's going on?" Fang Ji asked.
"It's a Dao Art!" A Daoist spoke out, "But this isn't a bad thing. The enemy must only have so few soldiers. Even their general has to fight."
"Continue to charge in. Using a Dao Art like this on the battlefield, even if it's a battle of a thousand men, the backlash would be huge. Every single soldier is burning their life force and body to fight. He's suppressing everyone's chances of survival."
"Kill!" Another twenty or so bandits rushed in.
"Kill!" Pei Zi Yun laughed coldly, his face was as calm as still water. Using it to bind a group of enemies would result in a huge backlash. But what if he used it on himself?
"Cloud Form Wind Body!"
His speed increased by several folds, as he transformed into a flash of light. The sword rays intertwined with each other, flickering and flickering. Everyone was stunned.
"Ah …. Ah …." Seven to eight people screamed out in terror. Their bodies swayed as they fell to the ground. Fresh blood and internal organs sprayed everywhere.
"Continue to charge in." This time, there was no need for the Daoist to say anything. Fang Ji calmly commanded, "No matter how strong you are, how long can you last?"
This situation was similar to what happened last night. No matter how many elites you had, you would still be overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies.
Looking down from above, one could only see a flood of water rushing in. Both sides were slashing at each other, causing blood to spurt out, soaking the entire camp.
After a few rounds of fighting, the thieves retreated several times before coming back.
"Bind!" All of a sudden, a loud shout rang out, causing the formation of the pirates to be thrown into chaos. The navy advanced and retreated in an orderly fashion, as they slashed at the enemy, not giving them any chance to breathe. In an instant, another batch of pirates were killed.
"Asshole, how many times has this happened?"
However, Pei Zi Yun did not budge at all. Wherever he went, blood splattered everywhere. Whenever he was in danger, he would use his Dao arts. Although those who were bound would roar out in anger, within a few breaths of time, they would be pierced by arrows and spears. They would be killed instantly. This continued for a few more times. Finally, the soldiers in front of the camp could no longer endure the heavy casualties and turned to retreat.
"Do not retreat, continue to charge!" Third Brother Fang Tong was clad in full armor as he led the troops in front of him. He shouted out in anger as he took a step forward. All that could be seen was the flash of a blade. Several soldiers were killed in an instant. The bugle horn sounded, urging the soldiers to charge forward once more. However, Fang Ji's face was ashen. He knew that the pressure he was under was reaching its limit.
"Impossible, how can he last so long?" The Daoist was shocked as well. Fang Ji looked at this useless Daoist and wanted to kill him.
"Bind!" Another ray of light flashed past, and Pei Zi Yun groaned in pain. Fresh blood flowed from his nose. One of the bandits saw the opportunity and shouted out as he slashed down with his blade. Pei Zi Yun dodged, and was slowed down by a split second. Although the bandits were killed by his bodyguards, Fang Ji was overjoyed and ordered, "Let's charge once more, the enemy is exhausted!"
"I'm exhausted, but it's not like I don't have a trump card." Pei Zi Yun watched as the corpses of the enemy soldiers piled up into a small hill. There were at least three hundred corpses inside and outside the camp.
"The most important thing is that I've held on for an hour. The enemy soldiers have been led astray by me, and are exhausted."
A man wearing armor could only last for twenty minutes. The bandits' repeated attacks could not last for more than half an hour. This was the reason why in ancient times, they had to attack in waves.
"Kill!" At this point, the bugle horn sounded, causing the entire battlefield to come to a halt.
The wooden gates within the camp opened up, and groups of soldiers rushed out. At this point, the fences seemed to have some sort of mechanism, and could not be opened from the outside. However, there were thick ropes inside that could be pulled, and a group of bandits fell to the ground.
Four to five hundred of these soldiers rushed out in a formation. Their swords flashed, and the bandits who were charging forward could not stop themselves. They slammed into the rocks, and fresh blood sprayed out from their wounds. Limbs flew everywhere, and the soldiers rushed forward like a tidal wave. In just a short while, hundreds of bandits had been killed.
At this point, even the guards could not hold on any longer. The bandits who were close to them were already exhausted, and were barely holding on. Now that the tables had turned, they could not hold on any longer. They screamed out and tried to escape.
"Don't run, don't run!" Third Leader Fang Tong knew that something was wrong, and rushed forward to stop the bandits. At this point, one of the bandits shouted out, "Third Leader, run!"
One of the bandits who had fallen to the ground let out a desperate cry. Fang Tong looked over and saw that it was Pei Zi Yun who was rushing towards him.
His sword flashed, and Pei Zi Yun was already upon him. Fang Tong was a bandit who had been on the brink of death for a long time. Realizing that he could not escape, he shouted out and turned around, intending to take Pei Zi Yun down with him.
"Zhng!" Sparks flew everywhere as the sword pierced through the air. Fang Tong's roar was stuck in his throat as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Third Leader is dead, Third Leader is dead."
This was like a command, as the bandits all screamed out in fear as they scrambled to escape towards the beach. They were terrified, and wished their parents had given them an extra pair of legs.
At this critical juncture, the archers' hands were swollen and swollen, but they continued to shoot arrows at the bandits. Another batch of bandits fell to the ground.
The bandit who had led the attack this morning staggered as he looked at his chest. An arrow had pierced through his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His heavy body fell to the ground.
"Kill the bandits!"
"Kill the bandits!"
The bandits screamed out as they huddled together and ran towards the ship. Some of them even fell to the ground and were trampled on by their comrades, as they screamed out in pain.
Blood splattered everywhere, as the stench of blood filled the air. Fang Ji screamed out, "Third Leader!"
But at this moment, he was supported by the last core group of people and escaped towards the ship. Just at this moment, someone screamed. Looking back, he saw the warships of the officers and soldiers slowly raising their sails and moving towards the sea in an orderly manner.
"The soldiers are going to kill us all!" Fang Ji understood their intentions and spat out a mouthful of blood. He knew that they had lost this battle. His eldest brother and third brother had died in battle, and all the elite soldiers had been killed. Even if he managed to escape, there would be no place for him in this thousand mile stretch of sea.
The Fang family was finished, and so was the Dragon King's banner.
"We've won, but we've suffered many casualties as well." Pei Zi Yun wiped his face and realized that it was covered in blood. He felt extremely drained.
It wasn't just his physical strength, but his spiritual energy as well.
"Fortunately, I had the Stars Transposition, and managed to hold on." Although it was tough, Pei Zi Yun heaved a sigh of relief and smiled.
If he had sent out his troops from the beginning, the bandits would have been quick-witted and would have retreated immediately. As long as he had troops, he could always rebuild his base. That would be troublesome.
It was precisely because he didn't send out his troops to ambush them that the enemy would make the wrong judgment and think that they could defeat him with just a little more strength.
Finally, he had exhausted the enemy. Furthermore, the bandits had suffered a huge loss of thirty percent of their troops. This was the critical point for any troop to collapse. Hence, the new elites had attacked and defeated the bandits.
Now that he was chasing after the deserters, the bandits were finally defeated. The bandits who had been running amok for decades were finally destroyed by his own hands.
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