"Why do we have to remember each other's faces? On the battlefield, the situation changes rapidly. Isn't it easier to recognize each other's voices and clothes? "a young Yankang divine arts practitioner asked.
The old soldier with a scar saw that he still had a childish look and laughed. "It's not the battlefield that distinguishes between friend and foe. It's after the battle."
He didn't elaborate.
Qin Mu knew what he meant. Comrades remembered each other's faces so that they could clean up the battlefield and find the corpses after the battle.
This was too shocking, so the old soldier didn't elaborate.
The war in the southern borders was already very urgent. Recruits like them would have to train for three to five months to familiarize themselves with each other before they could go to the battlefield.
However, Celestial Venerable Huo's power occupied South Earth, and their attacks were too tight, resulting in a shortage of soldiers. Many scholars joined the army. The frontlines suffered too many casualties, so these scholars had to go to the battlefield before they could train themselves.
Compared to Southern Heaven under Celestial Venerable Huo's rule, Yankang had too few divine arts practitioners and gods. One soldier could only be used as ten soldiers.
The flag in the sky fluttered, and the soldiers stood up to look at it. There were sounds of armor clashing earlier, but now, other than the fluttering of the flag in the sky, there was no other sound.
After a moment, the first drumbeat sounded, and flying ships rose into the sky. The bronze beasts at the bottom of the ships spewed out flames, and flying carriages sped on the ground. The noise instantly became noisy.
The flying carriages ran wildly on the ground, their wheels gradually leaving the ground as they rose into the sky. The divine arts practitioners on the flying carriages were in high spirits, and in front of each of them were sword pellets and knife pellets of various sizes.
"Don't move, that's not the flag of our infantry," the old soldier with a scar said nervously.
His gaze was still fixed on the army in the sky. Among the tens of thousands of flying ships and flying carriages, their speed wasn't fast. However, opposite them, the army of Southern Heaven was surging forward like a tide.
The divine arts practitioners and gods of the human race and the divine arts practitioners and gods of the half-gods of Southern Heaven were divided into two camps. The human race charged at the front while the army of the half-gods followed behind.
Those Demigods were tall and sturdy, and they were born with all kinds of strange phenomena. In front of the army were the Southern Heaven's ships. There were even more ships, and they were all made of divine gold. The bow of the ships was shaped like a vermillion bird or a nine-headed phoenix.
It was an old ship from Heaven.
The Southern Sky's army didn't have flying vehicles.
When the two armies were only three hundred li away from each other, the Yankang army in the north took the lead and opened fire. True Yuan cannons on the ships gathered energy, and beams of light shot through the sky, drawing out magnificent rays of light that instantly darkened the battlefield!
That was because the light from the cannons was too bright, causing the sun in the sky to lose its luster, and the other places immediately became dark.
Behind them, waves of restlessness came from the infantry.
Suddenly, the drums of the infantrymen rang out, and the vanguard troops started to move out. As the drumbeats became more and more concentrated, the divine arts practitioners of the vanguard troops started to sprint forward, taking ten steps with each drum!
The commotion quickly spread to the troops where Qin Mu and the others were. The veteran shouted, "Everyone, don't run around. Don't go to crowded places! Spread out as much as you can! Remember, don't stray too far from our group. Three hundred yards, stay three hundred yards at most! "
They started to run.
In front of them, ships fell from the sky with flames trailing behind them. They smashed into the ground and burst into huge fireballs. Following that, the sound and air waves of the explosions surged and surged in all directions!
The frontmost battleships were already in close contact with the ships. Although the range of the Southern Heaven's ships wasn't as good as that of Yankang's, they were made of divine gold and were rich. They could withstand the bombardment of the cannons. Although many of them were shot down, they rushed into the range of the enemy and immediately opened fire!
The southern borders were still in darkness. The ships of both sides changed directions and sped through the sky, weaving in and out. The hulls of the ships of Eternal Peace were still slightly thinner, and they weren't as rich and overbearing. Thus, there were still quite a number of ships that were struck down.
At that moment, flying vehicles intersected behind the ships and rushed into the battlefield. They agilely avoided the cannons of the enemy ships and rushed into the enemy camp.
Suddenly, a grand consciousness burst forth. "Flying Swords Wash the Ground!"
Qin Mu and the rest who were running at the back raised their heads to take a look and saw millions of flying swords pouring down from the flying carriages. The slanted sword lights were like a downpour in front of them, washing over a hundred miles in an instant!
On the flying ships of Southern Heaven, gods burst forth and attacked the flying chariots. There were also gods of Eternal Peace who flew forward to intercept them. The divine arts of the gods in the sky landed from time to time, and no matter where they landed, people and horses were thrown off their feet.
Against the gods, the abilities of the divine arts practitioners were still too weak and insignificant. They could only rely on luck.
The infantrymen of both sides continued to run. Now, the infantrymen hadn't entered the stage of direct confrontation, but the ground was already littered with corpses.
Suddenly, someone beside Qin Mu tripped over a corpse. Qin Mu was about to stop when he saw that the person had already been drowned by the flood of divine arts practitioners.
"Be careful of the flowing swords!" the scar-faced veteran shouted.
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