Fifteen minutes later, the human race and the Water Race began to retreat. There were already more than five hundred thousand Barbarians standing on each side of the city wall, and more and more Barbarians were climbing up the city wall.
Now, more than half of the human race's forces were attacking the Barbarians on the city wall. As a result, the Barbarians outside the city wall would not suffer heavy casualties even if they were in a dense formation.
When the number of Barbarians on each side of the city wall exceeded one million, the Barbarians finally blew the horn to charge.
More than ten million Barbarians from all four sides of Ning An City rushed up the city wall.
Tens of millions of Barbarians rushed up like huge waves. Their momentum was soaring, and their killing intent filled the air. It was as if as long as they climbed up the city wall, they would crush the human army and obtain a decisive victory. Then, they would attack the city together with the other kings.
In the sky, Niu Shan was fighting with Wolf Plains.
Fang Yun continued to command, but everyone could see that as the number of Barbarians on the city wall increased, the human race suffered more and more casualties. No matter how perfect the command was, it was useless.
After all, the Barbarians were using their lives to gain an advantage.
Amidst the sound of the Barbarian Tribe's horn, millions of Barbarian Tribe members ran like ants trying to devour an elephant. They climbed up the city walls, climbed up the city walls, and attacked the humans …
Ning An City seemed to be about to be drowned by the Barbarians.
Suddenly, a green gas gushed out from behind Fang Yun. A black iron writing desk filled with the smell of blood and metal rose to the sky and crazily absorbed the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
All the scholars, as well as those with demon ranks higher than demon generals, instinctively glanced at the strange black and shiny desk.
On the writing desk, there was a building. It was a temple.
On the plaque of the temple, there were the words "Martial Arts King Temple".
The writing desk of the Martial Arts Temple.
Everyone was attracted by the writing desk and instinctively looked into the temple.
The gate of the Martial Arts Temple was open. A statue of an old man stood in the deepest part of the Martial Arts Temple. His forehead was high, and his white beard was fluttering in the wind.
The Barbarians could not recognize him, but many scholars recognized him immediately. He was Jiang Shang, Jiang Ziya. People called him Taigong, and he was given the title of Martial Arts King.
Jiang Ziya had another title, Weapon Ancestor, the ancestor of the Military School.
Jiang Ziya was like a king, and the statues of his subjects were lined up on both sides.
Some of the faces of the two rows of statues were clear, while others were blurry. As long as their faces were clear, every scholar would be able to name them.
Han Xin, Wei Qing, Li Guang, and Li Mu.
A few people immediately remembered that aside from Jiang Ziya, all the people with clear faces in the Guanlin Temple were related to Fang Yun's works.
Everyone was both happy and surprised. They were happy because Fang Yun had actually created a brand new Military Style Literary Platform. Moreover, this Literary Platform's aura was incomparably murderous. It would definitely be ranked as one of the strongest Literary Platforms. They were surprised because Fang Yun had already condensed seven Literary Platforms. Although it was said that the more Literary Platforms the better, seven Literary Platforms were far inferior to one Literary Platform if one could not master it.
Jiang Ziya, the Weapon Ancestor, blinked his eyes and disappeared.
Then, Jiang Ziya's shadow appeared behind Fang Yun. A book appeared in front of his chest, and an invisible force enveloped the entire Ning An City.
A ray of light flashed across the entire city.
Only the Great Confucian scholars could see that the book in Jiang Ziya's hand was the Six Secret Strategies, also known as Tai Gong's Art of War. The book was flipped to the Earth Defense volume, which was Tai Gong's guide to King Wen on how to protect the country.
All the soldiers in Ning An City felt that they had gained the trust of the Empress Dowager, the monarch, and Fang Yun. All their fatigue and hesitation were swept away.
At the same time, all the weapons in Ning An City let out a soft hum, and the power of the weapons increased!
A Crab Demon Commander looked at his two pincers in surprise. He did not know what was going on, but the pincers' power suddenly increased greatly. Originally, it would consume a large amount of Qi and blood to clamp a Demon Commander to death, but just now, it had easily split a Demon Commander into two.
A Military Scholar suddenly revealed a surprised expression. Just now, he had used the Art of War on a battalion of archers in a spurt of energy. He could make the archers stronger in a short period of time and shoot more arrows, but he did not expect the effect to be twice as strong as before!
A newly promoted Great Confucian Scholar blinked. His Great Confucian Scholar's Defensive War Poem was obviously very weak, but just now, it had withstood seven demonic arts and still remained.
"Fang Xusheng's New Literature Platform is effective for everyone! It can strengthen weapons, strengthen the bodies of the Water Tribe, and also improve all the Art of War! "
"Not only that! All the defensive power has also been strengthened. All the Art of War Poems of the Human Race have been strengthened by at least fifty percent, or even several times! "
"What kind of Literature Platform is this? How terrifying! "
"The power of weapons has been strengthened, the Art of War has been strengthened, and the Art of War Poems has been strengthened. Our power has at least doubled!"
All the Military Scholars were wild with joy. The Military Scholars had many different Literature Platforms, but none of them could be compared to this Martial Temple's Literature Platform.
Jiang Ziya's shadow suddenly disappeared and returned to the Martial Temple.
After receiving the power of Jiang Ziya, the Human Race became more and more courageous.
Everyone continued to fight, but some people noticed that a translucent figure appeared behind Fang Yun. It was the Arrow Saint Li Guang.
The statue of Li Guang in the Martial Temple disappeared.
Wei Qing was good at attacking, and Li Guang was good at defending. Wei Qing was good at strategizing, and Li Guang was good at fighting.
Wherever Wei Qing went, the Barbarians fled. The Barbarians were never able to break through the city where Li Guang was.
The two Military Scholars of the same generation had powers that others could not match in their own fields.
When Li Guang appeared, a layer of faint white light appeared on the bodies of the Human Race's archers, their bows, and arrows.
The sky was filled with arrows.
Puff! Puff! Puff …
One after another, the Barbarians were hit by the arrows.
Many Military Scholars who had been recording the battle were dumbfounded. Because just one round of arrows from the northern city wall had killed ten thousand Barbarians and seriously injured six thousand.
Then, an even more unbelievable scene appeared. All the arrows shot by the Art of War Poems and Soldiers were also strengthened!
The Art of War Poems and Soldiers were glowing. Although Li Guang's power had been strengthened on them, no one could see it.
Fang Yun ordered more scholars to summon the Art of War Poems and Soldiers who used bows.
Then, the Human Race shot arrows at the Barbarians.
Swathes of Barbarians fell to the ground and died. Tribes were even exterminated one after another.
The Barbarian Kings were stunned in the air. It took them a while to react. They ordered the army to retreat three miles and give up on the dense formation to attack the city.
Because, just a few breaths ago, the most powerful round of arrows from the Art of War Poems and Archers had killed one hundred and twenty thousand Barbarians!
They were not injured. They were killed.
However, the Human Race did not stop shooting.
The retreating Barbarians had become living targets.
When the last Barbarian retreated three miles away, deafening cheers came from the top of Ning An City.
The Barbarian Kings were not in the mood to care about the Human Race. They were calculating the number of casualties and came up with a number that made them shudder.
From the appearance of the Art of War Poems to the last Barbarian's retreat, more than six million Barbarians had died in this short period of time!
Usually, only this many Barbarians could die in a day.
How did they die?
The Barbarian Kings looked at Ning An City with regret. If they had known, they would not have used the dense formation to charge.
The leader of the rebels gritted his teeth and said, "Fang Yun had built this Art of War Poems long ago. He had been waiting for us to use the dense formation to charge!"
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