The bugle horn sounded. All rise!
The slave soldiers reflexively tightened their grip on their spears and stood straight. After being repeatedly taught by whips and starvation, this was the quickest and most efficient movement they had ever made. Zhou Qingfeng's military link quickly connected to the three captains and seven ten-man squad leaders. With the help of a basic officer's facial features, he began to continuously issue orders, commanding the seventy-odd soldiers to slowly walk out of the forest.
When Mangurtai led his troops out of Liuhe Village, Zhou Qingfeng and Jia Gang were both frightened by the Earth Dragon. Zhou Qingfeng had never seen it before, but Jia Gang had seen it and knew how powerful it was. Other than the terrifying Earth Dragon, Mangurtai, who was riding on it, was even more powerful. He didn't conceal his strength at all, and the spiritual energy surging through his body shone with a five-colored radiance in the eyes of the Heaven's Eye.
When Zhou Qingfeng led his troops to Liuhe Village, he had thought about whether or not he would encounter any unexpected obstacles. But he didn't expect that it would be a ruthless character like Mangurtai.
When Mangurtai led his troops out of the village, the only thing Zhou Qingfeng could do was quickly retreat. He led his two hundred subordinates to hide in the forest on the side of the road leading to Liuhe Village, hoping to avoid Mangurtai.
Because he had discovered them early and hid far away, Mangurtai didn't notice the 'insignificant' character Zhou Qingfeng. But Chu Ying, who had also rushed to Liuhe Village, was also secretly hiding by the side of the road. But he launched a sneak attack on Mangurtai, who had swaggered out of the village.
Brothers fighting each other, flesh and blood. The two brothers, who had grown up together, viewed each other as mortal enemies. They fought fiercely, and the sky darkened.
Zhou Qingfeng, who was hiding on the side, was originally afraid of attracting the attention of these two experts. He carefully ordered his subordinates to stay away from the battlefield, wishing he could dig a hole and hide in it. But when he saw Daer Han and Yang Jian's team appear, Uncle Zhou's mind became active.
As the saying went, 'When the sandpiper and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits'. Chu Ying and Mangurtai would not be able to determine the winner within a short period of time. Both of their forces were about the same, and their main generals were experts with long endurance and rich experience. Chu Ying hadn't recovered to his peak, but he was experienced enough to injure Mangurtai as soon as he made a move. Mangurtai was young and vigorous, full of fighting spirit, so he wouldn't admit defeat easily.
On the other hand, Daer 'han and Yang Jian's team gave Zhou Qingfeng a lot of confidence. Their subordinates were too few, and they were unbelievably simple and crude. There were also too many miscellaneous soldiers mixed in, and the main general could not be considered very strong. This made Zhou Qingfeng, who was still worried that Liuhe Village still had a strong military force, willing to take a gamble.
Sound the horn, move out!
The three spear squads moved out in formation. When they were in a neat formation, Zhou Qingfeng switched the person who was controlling the formation to the vanguard soldiers in the first row. This stimulated their fighting spirit and boosted their morale. The defensive green light of the formation enveloped the front.
When Zhou Qingfeng heard Daer Han's order, the 'Heaven Mending Stone's' ability to discern location allowed Zhou Qingfeng to lock onto his position. He pulled the bowstring to its limit and shot out an arrow, intending to directly kill the enemy's commander.
Zhou Qingfeng could now shoot a fixed target with considerable accuracy, and the arrow imbued with light element energy was incomparably sharp. He didn't need to look directly at the enemy, so when the arrow flew through the forest, it suddenly closed in on Daer Han's head.
With Daer Han's Stage 4 Tendons cultivation, he was much stronger than Zhou Qingfeng in a head-on fight. Relying on his intuition gained from many years of battle, he slightly deviated from the position of his neck. A heavy arrow brushed past the flesh of his neck, and the spiritual energy imbued within the arrow carried the threat of death. Daer Han's neck involuntarily tightened, his muscles stiffened, and his mind went blank for a moment.
Daer Han was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the arrow, and saw that one of the white-armored soldiers behind him had been hit by the arrow. The arrow pierced through his shoulder, and the leather armor on his shoulder didn't provide any protection. The wound was so deep that bone could be seen.
The white-armored soldier who was hit by the arrow had already pulled out his saber and shield, but this arrow caused his saber-wielding hand to drop powerlessly. His body tilted, and he fell off his warhorse. Perhaps it was because he was enduring or because he couldn't feel the pain, the white-armored soldier didn't let out a scream. At most, he gritted his teeth and coldly grunted a few times.
This arrow struck first and broke the enemy's morale.
There were no obstacles on the road, and Daer Han originally wanted to wait for the enemy to attack from the side. But he couldn't just stand there and wait for the enemy to continuously shoot at him. After all, he didn't know military formations, so he couldn't gather his soldiers into a group to increase their defense.
Since he couldn't take a beating, he could only attack.
"Charge!" Daer Han waved the thick saber in his hand, jumped off his horse, and strode forward. The two white-armored soldiers behind him were even more courageous. They took the initiative to stand in front of Daer Han, intending to use the heavy armor they were wearing to block the enemy's attack, and fight to the death against this unknown enemy.
Behind Daer Han, a few archers and hunters took the initiative to move to the sides and blindly shoot. Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh! Arrows flew into the forest. The Female Enlightened Master relied on fishing and hunting for a living, and all she used were strong bows and heavy arrows. If she didn't do that, she wouldn't be able to deal with the ferocious beasts of Liaodong. Every arrow was full of power, and if it hit its target, it would skewer two people into a bloody pulp.
But after a dozen or so arrows, not even a single sound could be heard from the forest. On the other hand, that terrifying green light was still steadily approaching. Yang Jian, who was standing outside the forest, had already taken out his golden shield and sword. When he took a closer look, he realized that the green light was very familiar. He suddenly yelled, "Da 'er Han, have your men retreat!"
A few ferocious white-armored soldiers had already stepped into the forest, about to clash with the enemy.
Daer Han was startled, asking, "Why?"
"Military formations!" Yang Jian shouted with all his might, "It's that Zhou brat hiding inside, be careful of his spear attack!"
Hearing the words' military formations' and 'Zhou brat', Daer Han immediately understood why Yang Jian was so depressed after returning from Ehekulun, and cursed, "You piece of trash, why didn't you say so earlier?"
It was too late to say anything!
Yang Jian didn't mean to hide it, because even he himself was confused by his previous failures. He didn't understand how Zhou Qingfeng managed to learn something as advanced as military formations — — — mastering military formations meant that a cultivator either had an extremely high level of cultivation that allowed them to practice military formations, such as Chu Ying or Mangurtai, or they had to focus on soul spells and have a large group of people by their side all year round.
Cultivators who practiced military formations were too simplistic, so they basically couldn't do anything else besides fighting. After Zhou Qingfeng chose the path of soul, he would have to rely on a large number of people to fight in the future. Otherwise, if he only relied on himself, it would be the same as having both his hands and legs cut off, causing his strength to plummet.
There wasn't much time to explain. Yang Jian had already seen how powerful Zhou Qingfeng's ultimate attack was, so he could only pour as much spirit energy as he could into his golden shield and push it to the front. Daer Han also roared, "Raise your shields, retreat!"
The golden shield suddenly expanded in front of them, and at this moment, Zhou Qingfeng's order came from the forest, "First row, stop and prepare."
Two heavy footsteps signified that the army had stopped. Daer Han ordered his men to retreat as he stared at the forest by the side of the road. He could already vaguely see the excited faces of many slave soldiers wielding spears. They were like bloodthirsty maniacs, thirsting for the blood of their defeated enemies.
"Attack!" Zhou Qingfeng finally shouted this order, the roar of a dragon and the roar of a tiger.
The first row of soldiers suddenly moved, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed out of the dense foliage of the forest. With the support of the military formation, they moved as fast as they could, and in the blink of an eye, they were already close to Daer Han and the others.
When the first row of soldiers appeared, Daer Han finally realized that Zhou Qingfeng was very sneaky. He changed the direction of his army's attack, and the ten spear soldiers that had rushed out were directly aimed at the archers on his side. Behind the archers were a large number of slaves that had followed them out of the stronghold. They were so shocked that they abandoned their carriages and fled in all directions.
The green light converged, forming a giant invisible spear. The sharp tip of the spear was condensed from the courage and morale of the soldiers in the army. The more fearless, fanatical, and excited they were, the more unstoppable this Spear of Courage was.
The tip of the spear first collided with Yang Jian's giant golden shield.
With a clang, the golden shield was sent flying, cracked, and quickly shrunk. Yang Jian, who was controlling the golden shield, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He had basically lost half of his life. Without his talisman pouch, his combat ability was greatly reduced, and the number of spells he could use could be counted on one hand.
After the golden shield was sent flying, the Spear of Courage immediately rushed into the group of archers behind him. These archers were not wearing armor, nor did they have strong bodies, so when they were hit by the invisible spear, they exploded like meatballs. Blood splattered everywhere, even staining half of Daer Han's body.
In the thick smell of blood, the invisible Spear of Courage did not dissipate. It continued to advance, and in a single breath, it crashed into the group of Willow River Stronghold slaves that were running around. The various means of transport that had been casually thrown away all fell apart from the impact, and the slaves that were still running in all directions felt as if they had been hit by a heavy artillery shell. Their bones were broken, and their tendons snapped.
The sky was filled with broken limbs. The scene was too tragic, and the place where the Spear of Courage had struck was like an alley of flesh and blood.
Daer Han broke out in a cold sweat. It took a lot of effort for him to divert his attention from the alley of flesh and blood to the battlefield that was still changing. The first row of soldiers that had rushed out were already exhausted, and it was obvious that they were all panting in excitement. This was the perfect time to kill them. They couldn't even resist.
"White Armor soldiers on horseback, ram them! Break their formation! Don't let them gather together!" Daer Han was still yelling out orders. He was still worried that he would be hit by Zhou Qingfeng's heavy arrows, so he immediately urged his horse to retreat.
Previously, Daer Han had arranged for a few White Armor soldiers to attack from the side, but he didn't expect Zhou Qingfeng's army to move so quickly and fiercely. Now was the perfect time to wipe out the first row of soldiers. The White Armor soldiers on the side immediately yelled and charged forward, brandishing their weapons.
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