Chapter 932

"Confirm the formation again."

Hill instructed the people around him.

"Behind us is the Dead Sea, and in front of us is the Grand Canyon. There are still remnants of formations on the old city walls. The Qin soldiers have to pass through here if they want to attack. We don't care if they can really dig through the mountain, we should at least focus on what we're doing.

Don't keep anything to yourselves. Set up whatever formations you have, and I'll mediate. "

Hill was in charge of overseeing the situation. There were three high-ranking Western listeners beside him, all of whom knew formations. On the other side were Fatso, Monk, and Hill, a total of six Formation Masters. They had set up more than thirty formations, each of which were connected to each other. Even if a big shot came personally, it would not be easy for them to break through.

Moreover, there were remnants of ancient formations on the old city walls of the nearby canyon, which could be used when necessary. At the very least, they were basically impregnable. Most importantly, the Qin soldiers arranged by the broadcaster would not all be at the level of generals, comparable to the big shots. Otherwise, there would be no need for them to fight.

Lord Zeng sat at the back, with more than ten high-level listeners from both the East and the West. Everyone got along well with each other. Some of them knew each other, while others had never met each other before, but they had never been on bad terms with each other. The broadcaster must have its own arrangements for selecting people for this kind of story world this time, so there was no need to match those listeners with hatred with each other.

Although this kind of overall planning was not really perfect, as it could not gather the strength of all the listeners together, it was still much better than the previous batch of big shots fighting on their own. After all, it was impossible for the radio station to organize a martial arts convention where everyone would elect a leader to lead everyone.

When everything was set up, there were less than twenty people sitting on the ground, recuperating.

"Where's Da Bai?" Fatso asked as he bit into a sweet potato he dug.

"I don't know." Lord Zeng shook his head. "Logically speaking, he should be teleported with us."

That's right. Since the broadcaster wanted to use this story world as a training ground, Da Bai should be part of this team. Putting aside his relationship with them, Da Bai was also on good terms with Hill, so Su Bai should not be matched with other teams.

"Amitabha." Monk put his palms together and chanted.

"Monk, just say what you want to say," Fatso urged.

"What Poor Monk wants to say is that Da Bai's position might be different from ours. He wants revenge, and the biggest possibility is that we can't defeat the Qin army in that world. If that happens, his parents will fall apart, but we, too, will …"

"Hehe." Fatty smiled. Actually, he already knew this a long time ago. "We'll just take it one step at a time and go wherever it's exciting. Back then, we cooperated with Da Bai to help Su. At this time, we don't have any other thoughts. Whether it's defeating the Qin soldiers or the broadcast collapse, I feel that both results are good and acceptable."

We'll take it. "Lord Zeng nodded.

Just as everyone was quietly chatting with each other, the sound of a bugle suddenly came from afar. Everyone immediately stood up. They knew that the real test was about to come.

Although the broadcast was reluctant to waste the audience's energy, it was not without danger since it was a test and a simulation. Otherwise, the test would not achieve its real effect.

Lord Zeng took out his chopper and stood with a group of audience members who were enhanced in close combat. Monk, Fatso, and the other Array Masters began to take over the array again. Hills stood in the middle. He had great attainments in array formation, and at the same time, his close combat ability was definitely not weak, so he could play a role in linking up the array formation.

On the other side of the cliff in the distance, nearly a hundred Qin soldiers were ready to go. Most of these Qin soldiers had the strength of a beginner advanced listener. Only five of them had the strength of an intermediate listener, and only one of them had the strength of an advanced listener. Logically speaking, the twenty or so advanced listeners should not be afraid of the enemy. However, the most terrifying thing about the Qin soldiers was their array formation. As long as they formed an array formation, they could often unleash power that was several times stronger than their own strength.

These Qin soldiers were slightly different from the real Qin soldiers. Their armors were dyed with a layer of grey, and their faces were also tinged with a dark yellow. They looked like evil spirits that had just crawled out of hell. For some reason, the broadcast did not completely simulate them. Instead, it deliberately developed their image and temperament in a different direction.

The array formation had begun to move. The hundred-man array formation looked a little small, far from the grandeur of an army of hundreds of thousands. However, every step these Qin soldiers took in unison seemed to be able to shake the area within a hundred miles.

"Get ready." Hills raised his hand. The Qin soldiers in front were about to enter the array formation.

Tyrant and the others immersed their minds into their own formations.

As for the Qin army, they stopped right in front of the formation.

"Shield! Whoosh! "

The shield-bearers at the front of the array pressed forward with their shields. They were the main defensive force of the array formation.

At the same time, more than thirty soldiers wearing rough leather armors charged forward from the flanks of the army formation. Each of them had a tattoo on their face. This was a special unit within the Qin army. They were usually made up of slaves and criminals. They relied on killing enemies on the battlefield and seizing the heads of their enemies in exchange for freedom and merit. Therefore, their equipment was usually not as good as that of the regular army.

However, the combat strength of this army was not weak at all. Often, when two armies were in a stalemate, the addition of this army could change the course of the battlefield. This was because they loved to fight, and only through war and slaughter could they change the fate of themselves and their families. In history, during the last years of the Qin Dynasty, General Zhang Hanfa formed an army of hundreds of thousands of mausoleum prisoners and defeated many rebel armies. If not for Overlord Chu, he would have almost succeeded in prolonging the life of the Qin Dynasty.

Twenty shield-bearers led the way, while thirty Tattooed Bearers spread out to attack. Behind them, fifty Qin soldiers with the brightest and most complete armor were waiting in formation.

"Begin!" Sills gave the order.

In an instant, several formation masters began to activate the array formation. Terrifying forces such as landslides, flame eruptions, lava, ice, and sword manipulation swept out.

"Surround!"

The twenty shield-bearers formed a circle around the city, blocking the destruction of the array formation. More than half of the thirty Tattooed Bearers were annihilated in an instant. However, they showed no fear and continued to charge toward the array formation. They were probably carrying some kind of artifact that could destroy and control the array formation. Wherever they went, all the array formations that had been set up would be triggered and activated.

When the remaining Tattooed Bearers were all dead, there were not many array formations left that had not been activated. The shield-bearers behind them crushed the remaining array formations, and they only lost less than half of their men.

This was using human lives to fill up the array formation!

If the broadcast fully displayed the battlefield discipline and tactics of the Qin army in the past, all the listeners present would unconsciously feel sorry for the listeners who had invaded this world in the past. The enemies they faced were truly too terrifying.

After clearing all the obstacles.

The fifty Qin soldiers who had been waiting at the back raised their long spears, raised their swords, and began to charge.

"Construct the second defensive array formation." Sills spread his hands, and two long swords appeared in his hands.

Fatso, Tyrant, and a few other formation masters began to construct the second defensive array formation, while Sills charged over with Lord Zeng and the others. This was a drill, a drill on the battlefield, but everyone had to give it their all.

If they failed in the drill, they would have to face this group of enemies in the future, or even the even more terrifying group of fiends.

Would there still be any hope of winning?

…

The endless grassland displayed its wonderful beauty. Su Yuhang was still waiting for Su Bai's answer.

"Am I important to you?" Su Bai asked.

"Originally, we wanted to kill you," Su Yuhang answered straightforwardly. Su Yuhang replied bluntly, "But we didn't succeed. Now, we see your potential in you.

No matter what, you have my and Liu Mengyu's blood flowing in your veins. Our child cannot be lacking in aptitude. Moreover, Fugui also thinks highly of you.

As long as you are willing to accept this condition, we will help you prove your Dao. Just like what your fat friend said, we will make up for what we owe you and make you a true prince of the broadcasting industry.

One thousand four hundred years is the limit that I can give, because I can't change the rules. I can only guide the rules. You should be clear about this. "

A woman appeared in the distance. She wore a red dress, just like the mother in the oil painting. The frost on her face seemed to have receded a little. She was no longer as loving as before, but at least she was no longer cold and distant.

One thousand four hundred years.

It was enough for a person to live for twenty lifetimes. He could accompany the little fellow as he grew up, and he could enjoy everything in peace.

"This promise applies to your friends as well. As long as you promise to let them survive the war," Su Yuhang added.

Tyrant, Fatso, Lord Zeng, and Sills, could they come along as well?

"Have you thought it through? You can choose not to give me an answer now. I can wait … "

"Heh …" Su Bai suddenly laughed.

Su Yuhang didn't say anything because the meaning behind Su Bai's laughter was very clear and piercing to the ears.

Su Bai took out another cigarette. This time, he didn't pass it to Su Yuhang. Instead, he lit it himself, took a deep puff, and exhaled a ring of smoke.

He said:

"There's no need to wait. I can give you my answer now.

Your conditions are very tempting, not only to me, but also to my friends.

However …

I don't ask for a thousand years to last forever.

I only wish for the two of you to rot away. "