Zhou Qingfeng had opened up a small training ground at the construction site outside Ekulen City. At this moment, under the illumination of several bonfires on the training ground, there were more than thirty corpses lying on the ground. Most of them were shot and hacked to death by Yang Jian's assassination squad. The invaders were all elites from the Jianzhou Division. Their sudden attack on the slave soldiers that Zhou Qingfeng had assembled at the last minute was practically a massacre.
When the enemy attacked, the entire construction site fell into a short period of chaos, but Yang Jian's side failed to seize the opportunity to expand the destruction. Their appearance was originally a coincidence when they were chasing the Woodland Servant, and their target was only Zhou Qingfeng. When Zhou Qingfeng stabilized the situation, the situation was very different.
At this moment, the entire construction site was quiet. In places where the bonfires and torches could not illuminate, the people on Zhou Qingfeng's side were constantly moving. The slave leaders in charge of the construction site received various orders from Zhou Qingfeng. They effectively stabilized the mood of the slave laborers and constantly extinguished the flames on the construction site.
The entire construction site gradually darkened.
In the darkness, most of the slave soldiers were ordered not to move until they were beaten to death, and if they moved, they would be shot. This was to avoid further chaos. And a small number of soldiers were organized by Zhou Qingfeng into a military formation. Chu Ying taught Zhou Qingfeng to forcibly invade the minds of the soldiers to control them. This method was not suitable for the current Zhou Qingfeng. But now, a new method had appeared.
Chu Ying said that his martial arts were honed in battle and killing, and this was not without reason. No matter how many times he practiced on the training ground, in the eyes of the slave soldiers, Zhou Qingfeng was just a little master who was' not tall, not old, and not very strong in martial arts'.
But when the soldiers were crazily slaughtered by the enemy in panic, and everyone's life was at stake, only Zhou Qingfeng fought against the tide and bravely broke through the strong enemy. In battle, this image of the forest was more effective than thousands of words on the training ground.
Under the threat of death, Zhou Qingfeng's heroic posture immediately made the slave soldiers recognize him, and hoped to follow under his command. The slaves opened their minds to receive information, which formed a good link channel for the formation of the military formation. All of this was not easy to come by, and it was completely different from the military formation that Chu Ying 'forcibly controlled'.
When Zhou Qingfeng issued another order to 'form the formation', more than twenty soldiers responded and approached him. In theory, the 'soul' level could only control ten soldiers, but when the subordinates actively sought command, the consciousness of more than twenty people could easily link.
Chu Ying once said that if he linked too many soldiers, his brain would not be able to bear the complex thoughts from different minds. But now, Zhou Qingfeng was connected to the sea of consciousness of more than twenty soldiers, and what he felt was a unified hatred for the enemy — all the soldiers were filled with anger, and only wanted to kill the enemy for revenge.
The twenty people did not need to speak, and only relied on the command to form a solid formation. Zhou Qingfeng 'mind. Everyone's courage gathered and condensed, and a green light appeared naturally, becoming the protection of the formation.
Zhou Qingfeng did not even need to provide any spiritual power, and the fighting will of more than twenty soldiers could instead feed back to him, replenishing the spiritual power that he had just consumed, and allowing him to cast powerful spells.
Working together, the will of the people, this was the true essence of the military formation.
"Advance!" After the formation was completed, Zhou Qingfeng supervised the battle from the back of the two formations. With a low shout, more than twenty people stepped forward together, raised their spears, and killed their way out of the darkness.
And on the opposite side …
Yang Jian's bad habit of not having a mind of his own appeared again. From dominating the battlefield at the beginning to killing, in the blink of an eye, his own people had no choice but to retreat, the whole reversal happened in the blink of an eye. Although not many people died, he did not know what to do.
Immediately after, Zhou Qingfeng used the Sky-Mending Stone to determine the location of the sound, and used the pulley bow to shoot a light arrow right at Jia Gang. Jia Gang was originally full of hatred and wanted to settle the score with Zhou Qingfeng, but he was so timid that he immediately ran away after being hit by the arrow. Now, Yang Jian could not find him even if he wanted to discuss it with him.
Now that the assassination had failed, the secret operation would be meaningless once it was exposed, and there was no point in continuing the stalemate. But whether it was Yang Jian or his Jianzhou elites, none of them thought of running away immediately, because they heard the sound of orderly footsteps coming from the opposite side. It was a team coming to kill them.
If Zhou Qingfeng did not move, Yang Jian would have to think for a while before making a decision. But Zhou Qingfeng actually took the initiative to kill them, which was equivalent to making a decision for Yang Jian — if you want to fight, I will fight.
The massacre just now gave Yang Jian the illusion that Zhou Qingfeng was the only one who could fight, and the other soldiers were trash that could be easily defeated. Instead, he was worried that Zhou Qingfeng would hide and could not be found, and the entire assassination team would naturally return without success. Since Zhou Qingfeng could take the initiative to attack, he actually hoped to be able to kill him in a head-on confrontation.
The Jianzhou warriors in the assassination team were also very unconvinced. They felt that the blinding light just now was a sneak attack. If they were prepared, they would not have been easily defeated. Yang Jian used the "Raging Fire Burns the Heavens" move, and under the illumination of the red fire, the army that was advancing in formation was revealed. Seeing only two rows of soldiers charge out, the white-armored soldiers and archers all laughed.
There was no need for Yang Jian to say more. His six archers immediately aimed at Zhou Qingfeng's thin army and shot continuously. Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh! Heavy arrows were shot out in quick succession, their target being the slave soldiers who had no armor or protection. Just now, these six archers had shot arrows continuously, and they had taken down more than ten of Zhou Qingfeng's subordinates as if they were harvesting wheat.
However, this time, the six heavy arrows hit the front of the formation and fell powerlessly about half a meter away. Before Yang Jian and the others could figure out what was going on, the slave soldiers who formed the formation on the opposite side roared in unison, and their morale soared. When the formation went out, there were a large number of people who had been shot dead lying on the ground. Whether they could resist the enemy's heavy arrows was something that no one was sure about.
When the green shield condensed by courage worked, the soldiers all cheered. The surge in morale made the invisible shield more condensed and thicker. This roar was heard by the other slave soldiers. Under the illumination of Yang Jian's magic flame, the other slave soldiers also saw the heroic posture of their comrades bravely moving forward.
Many slave soldiers were stimulated by this scene, and they also grabbed the spears in their hands, climbed up, and ran to Zhou Qingfeng, taking the initiative to join the formation. As long as the soldiers were willing to open their sea of consciousness and accept the command of Zhou Qingfeng, they could become a member of the army without a problem. The army formation quickly changed from two rows to three rows, and it was even more powerful.
"Soul technique, the way of the army formation?" Yang Jian was a person who had received formal cultivation education. He saw at a glance that Zhou Qingfeng's formation was different. But how could a group of slaves who had just been mercilessly slaughtered like melons and vegetables be integrated into a rough square formation by Zhou Qingfeng in the blink of an eye? The great shock made him unwilling to believe that this was true.
"Archers, move to the sides. The side and back of this formation is the weak point, especially Zhou Qingfeng who is commanding at the back. Just shoot him dead. "Yang Jian shouted, ordering the archers behind him to change their shooting position. And as soon as he finished speaking, an arrow was shot at him from the opposite formation. Yang Jian sensed it, and a golden shield suddenly appeared in front of him. With a clang, a heavy arrow was blocked.
But before Yang Jian could feel lucky, he heard the screams of the archers who ran out from his side fall to the ground. He saw a continuous stream of arrows from the opposite side, all aimed at his own archers. These heavy arrows were all fast, fierce, and powerful. Almost all who were hit died immediately, and even if they didn't die, they would be crippled.
"White Armor, go forward and hold them." Yang Jian didn't bring many people, and if a few died, it would be equivalent to losing a small half. He took out a few Vajra Talismans from his pocket and burned them. The remaining four White Armor soldiers immediately seemed to be wearing a layer of shiny golden armor, and their defense was greatly increased. "Hold them up, hold them up, we can't let the enemy's formation rush up."
The four White Armor soldiers were already charging forward, and after their defense was greatly increased, they were even more fearless. They didn't directly attack the front of Zhou Qingfeng's formation, but moved forward for a distance and then outflanked them. The green shield of the army was the thickest at the front, and the two wings and the back were much weaker, so it was really difficult to defend.
Zhou Qingfeng pulled out a heavy arrow, nocked it, and shot. But he wasn't good at archery, and he couldn't grasp the direction of the target moving horizontally, and the arrow flew past. The four White Armor soldiers easily attacked his two wings, and the slave soldiers on the side of the formation suddenly became a little restless and frightened, worried that their own shield defense could not withstand the enemy's attack.
"Change formation, the last two rows spread out to the left and right." Zhou Qingfeng only needed to give the order in his mind, and the army he commanded would respond. The first row of slave soldiers continued to move forward steadily, approaching Yang Jian. The last two rows separated to the left and right to stop the White Armor soldiers from flanking, and at the same time to protect Zhou Qingfeng in the back.
The advantage of the army formation was that all the soldiers could be unified and coordinated, and there would be no chaos easily. Zhou Qingfeng's response was quite timely. When the four White Armor soldiers rushed up, they were already facing a diagonal thrust of spears.
But these veterans were not helpless because of this. They actually carried short bows with them. Although they were not as strong as the longbows used by professional archers, they were still sharp and accurate within a distance of ten meters.
The two White Armor soldiers on the left were the most arrogant. They were actually about five meters away from the formation, and they shot while retreating. A single row of shields was weaker than a triple row. If they continued to shoot like this, it would collapse sooner or later.
"F * ck them." Zhou Qingfeng wanted to look at the overall situation, but he found that if he was too passive, he would soon be unable to hold on. Now, Yang Jian kept bombarding the army formation with talismans, and there were four archers moving a little further away, constantly shooting. And he couldn't shoot accurately at moving targets, so the only thing he could do now were the two White Armor soldiers on the left.
"Left wing, get ready." Zhou Qingfeng shouted, and at the same time, he injected his light spiritual power into the spears of the slave soldiers on the left. The slave soldiers on the left were advancing step by step. When they heard this, they immediately bowed and held the spears with both hands. The tips of the spears lit up with white light.
The two White Armor soldiers on the left retreated step by step, shooting arrows at Zhou Qingfeng's left wing as if they were playing with him. When they saw the row of slave soldiers in front of them stop and stabilize their feet, they immediately knew that the other side was enraged and was about to make a big move. They quickly retreated, trying to get out of the attack range.
"Left wing, attack!" Zhou Qingfeng's loud order came from the 'electric loudspeaker'.
The row of ten slave soldiers on the left wing responded loudly. After they finished getting ready, they received the support of Zhou Qingfeng's spiritual power. Their feet suddenly burst forward, and they rushed forward quickly.
One, two, three. In just three steps, they had covered a distance of seven to eight meters, and in an instant, they burst forward like a violent storm. After three steps, the ten people in the whole row suddenly stepped on the ground, exerting all their strength in their thighs and waists, and the spears in their hands moved forward with all their might.
Sudden thrust!
Under the effect of the army formation, the power of the ten people in the whole row was gathered in one place by Zhou Qingfeng, and the green shield that was originally used for defense suddenly changed. From a flat layer to a concentrated beam, it gathered forward to form a thick, invisible, snow-white spear, and fiercely stabbed towards the two White Armor soldiers who were running for their lives.
The two White Armor soldiers couldn't dodge at all, and they were instantly hit by the spear formed by courage, anger, and spiritual power. The two bodies weren't penetrated, but like meatballs hit by a huge force, they turned into two balls of blood and fell apart.
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