As soon as the attacking formation moved, the slaves in charge of odd jobs immediately carried several large wooden planks to the front of the formation. These planks were as wide as a door and three to four meters long. They were actually the blackboards that Zhou Qingfeng had used for classes. They had been dismantled and placed on carts to increase the carrying capacity. Now, they were being used as earthen shields.
Zhou Qingfeng's attacking formation started about one hundred and fifty meters away from Liuhe Village and quickly advanced. The slaves carrying the wooden shields at the front all used their strength at the same time and took the lead. The walls of Liuhe Village immediately went into an uproar. Only now did the slaves who had been mobilized by Daer Han confirm that they were about to be attacked.
Even among the slaves, there were many female Enlightened Masters who were good at archery. However, they often didn't have strong enough longbows and didn't have enough strength to shoot from afar. Da 'er Han continued to issue orders from the top of the stronghold. Yang Jian, who was trembling in fear, saw a few dozen armored soldiers firing at the advancing enemy.
In the modern Olympic archery competition, the farthest target was ninety meters. This was the farthest distance that could be accurately shot. If ordinary people wanted to shoot further, they could only choose to shoot arrows that were less accurate.
Right now, the dozens of cloaked projectiles placed great emphasis on the character of both sides. Whoever had the better character would be able to hit their target on the way down. Whoever had bad luck would be hit by the arrows that were randomly shot.
The attacking formation that Zhou Qingfeng had organized was quite dense. At first glance, it seemed like it would increase the probability of being hit. But in reality, the spread of the arrows was quite large. After shrinking the area, the dense spears could be continuously waved overhead, and there was a high probability of hitting the arrows falling from above.
As the commander, Zhou Qingfeng didn't hide in the back to watch the show. Instead, he stood at the front of the formation, behind the wooden shields. When the formation was within a hundred meters, the number of arrows shot out decreased, and the number of arrows shot straight at them increased.
The slaves carrying the wooden shields were all panting. It was difficult to coordinate with several people carrying such a heavy thing. In addition, the ground was uneven, and they had to stop every ten meters to rest. The slaves used up a lot of energy.
But no matter how much energy they used up, they could only hold on. Zhou Qingfeng's spiritual power and spiritual power had not recovered, so he could not mobilize the army to provide support. He could only rely on himself to inspire the courage of the soldiers to complete this difficult attack.
The closer he got, the stronger the arrows from the other side. The sound of "Duang Duang" kept echoing from the wooden shield. Darhan still had one or two archers with heavy arrows left. Their arrows could pierce through wooden boards, and the sharp arrowheads came out from the other side of the wooden shields.
A heavy arrow pierced through the wooden plank and suddenly appeared in front of the slaves carrying the plank. The slave was stunned, and the strength he used to lift the wooden shield relaxed. This caused the wooden shield to be lifted without enough strength, and he had to stop.
"Advance, don't stop!" Zhou Qingfeng took out his Saber of Light and forced the slaves to continue. He was less than 50 meters away from the gate, and he knew that the road ahead would only get more difficult. At the same time, he shouted to the rear, "Ten people come up and replace this batch of shield-bearers."
Old Man Sun, who was at the rear, immediately arranged for people to come up from both sides to replace the exhausted slaves. At this time, the closer the troops got to the gate, the more arrows came from both sides. Many arrows shot through the gaps between the wooden shields and hit the slave soldiers holding spears.
Soldiers fell one after another, and even the slaves carrying the wooden shields were hit in the bare legs and feet. Zhou Qingfeng regretted not changing the cart into a shield cart and pushing it up, but he did not have time to regret that he did not react in time.
"Continue forward!" Zhou Qingfeng shouted angrily. "Only 30 steps left."
Duang! A heavy arrow pierced through the wooden shield and pierced through the hand of the slave who was holding the shield. Not only did the slave scream in pain, but he was also unable to break free, which made it difficult for the whole shield to move forward.
Zhou Qingfeng rode the puppet goat forward, grabbed the handle behind the shield, and lifted it up. At the same time, he swung his saber and chopped off the arm of the slave who was hit by the arrow.
The slave screamed even louder, and half of his arm was hanging on the wooden shield, dripping blood. The surrounding slaves were all shocked. Zhou Qingfeng shouted, "What are you waiting for? Continue forward! "
Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng, as the main commander, had actually come forward, the slaves could only grit their teeth and continue forward. Zhou Qingfeng slightly poked his head out and saw that there were only about ten meters left before the gate. He took out a Tracking Talisman from the talisman pouch hanging on his waist and threw it out.
Thick smoke immediately spread out, covering the entire attacking formation. Zhou Qingfeng shouted, "Throw away the shields, slaves with shields, get down, and soldiers, follow me forward!"
As the smoke rose, Yang Jian, who was standing on the wall, shouted, "Not good!" Daer Han, who was nocking an arrow, shot out the last arrow, then took out his thick saber and waited for Zhou Qingfeng to come forward. But in the smoke, it was impossible to tell what was happening on the other side. They could only hear the rapid footsteps and the howling of the wind.
The Jianzhou soldiers on the wall were still shooting arrows, trying to take advantage of this last opportunity to attack the enemy's weak points. But just as Zhou Qingfeng shouted, a huge fireball suddenly flew out of the smoke and slammed into the gate.
The gate of Liuhe Village was made of wood. It was no more than three meters tall, and it couldn't be considered very thick. The fireball was about the size of a volleyball, and it exploded as soon as it hit the gate. The gate was the weakest point of the village, so Daer Han had only ordered people to pile up some debris behind the gate to protect it. With the explosion of the fireball, the thick wooden gate of the village was blasted open, and the broken pieces behind it flew all over the sky.
The sound of the explosion was like thunder!
There were many Jianzhou soldiers on the wall, but after the explosion, they lost their balance and fell down. Some were too close to the explosion, and the intense change in air pressure caused their ears to ring. Those who were directly hit by the explosion were like Daer Han. He really fell from the top of the wall and was in a daze, his eyes seeing stars.
On the other side, Yang Jian saw the opportunity and jumped down from the wall of the village gate. But when the explosion happened behind him, countless wooden thorns shot out and pierced his back with more than ten of them.
A hole was blasted open on the gate, and it opened to the two sides. Zhou Qingfeng's stern voice could be heard in the smoke. "Push forward, open the gate, and kill your way in. If you can't, you'll all die here. "
From time to time, a few screaming slaves with spears would rush in through the hole in the gate. There were even more slave soldiers pushing open the blocked gate. Some of the attacking slave soldiers simply jumped over the wall and rushed in, killing in all directions. Daer Han hurriedly led people to stop the slave soldiers, but the fact that the village had been broken could not be changed.
The gate was finally pushed open, and a large group of slave soldiers surged in. Yang Jian saw a person suddenly jump out of the black smoke — this person was not very old, and he was riding on a horned goat puppet. He held a snow-white Saber of Light in his hand, and he rushed over while howling.
The two brothers met again.
Seeing Yang Jian in a sorry state, Zhou Qingfeng immediately decided to beat him when he was down. The goat puppet he was riding quickly rushed over, the saber in his hand shining brightly, and was about to hack at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian was crying out in pain from the wooden spikes on his back, and when he saw Zhou Qingfeng approaching, he did not dare to be careless. His cultivation was higher than Zhou Qingfeng's, and with a wave of his hand, several golden swords flew toward Zhou Qingfeng.
But Zhou Qingfeng only needed to slightly twist his direction on the goat puppet a few times to avoid the golden swords and close in on Yang Jian. Just as the saber of light was about to cut off Yang Jian's head, a golden ring on his neck suddenly flashed, turning into a translucent golden bell that covered Yang Jian.
The saber and the golden bell collided, and with a clang, it canceled out Zhou Qingfeng's attack. Inside the golden bell, Yang Jian subconsciously made a posture of waiting for death, and only realized after a long time that he had been saved by a protective artifact.
Daer Han, on the other hand, was much more useful than Yang Jian. Seeing that he could not stop the large number of slave soldiers, he turned and rushed toward Zhou Qingfeng. He casually grabbed a spear from the ground, and after infusing it with spiritual energy, he rushed in front of Zhou Qingfeng.
When Chu Ying was training Zhou Qingfeng, Daer Han was often caught to teach Zhou Qingfeng techniques. In a direct confrontation, Zhou Qingfeng often couldn't even withstand a single blow. The main reason was that he didn't dare to fight with his life on the line like Daer Han, and always relied on Daer Han to survive. Because of this, Chu Ying had mocked Zhou Qingfeng countless times.
But now that Daer Han was forced into a corner by Zhou Qingfeng, the anger in his heart could no longer be quenched, and he wanted nothing more than to stab Zhou Qingfeng to death with his spear. He strode forward, the tip of the spear in his hand randomly stabbing out, and the foot-long spiritual energy covered Zhou Qingfeng from all directions, forcing him to fight with him.
Daer Han was a hundred percent sure that as long as he could fight with Zhou Qingfeng, even if he couldn't kill him on the spot, he would be able to force him off this damned goat puppet. This was also the simplest spear thrust, but it was much more ferocious than the technique Zhou Qingfeng had practiced for a month.
Zhou Qingfeng, on the other hand, didn't panic. He moved horizontally on the goat puppet, and the spear tip was about to pierce through his heart. The talisman in his hand had just burned out, and a large golden shield suddenly appeared, firmly protecting Zhou Qingfeng.
The two sides clashed, and the sound of metal rang out. Yang Jian, who was hiding inside the golden bell, saw everything clearly and hurriedly exclaimed, "Brat Zhou, how do you know the 'Golden Shield Technique' that Shifu taught you?"
On the other side, Zhou Qingfeng only patted the talisman pouch hanging on his waist and laughed. Just as Daer Han was about to use up all his attacks, he threw out another talisman, creating a huge fire that caused the temperature of the ground around Daer Han to skyrocket. It was as hot as hell.
This kind of killing technique was too difficult to defend against, and Daer Han couldn't just stand in the fire and let Zhou Qingfeng burn him. He chose to roar and continue to advance, the spear in his hand pushing against the talisman-formed golden shield. At the same time, he dashed to the left of the shield, thrusting his spear towards Zhou Qingfeng, who was hiding behind him.
But when Daer Han went around the golden shield, he was shocked to find two cultivators standing in front of him. One was Zhou Qingfeng, who was using the back of the golden shield to jump around on the goat puppet, and the other was Jia Gang, who had come out of Zhou Qingfeng's shadow and was performing the 'Demon Rope Knot'.
A pitch-black rope suddenly shot out of the ground, tightly wrapped around Daer Han's left leg, and forcefully pulled him towards the ground. At the same time, Zhou Qingfeng swung his saber at Daer Han's side, aiming for his neck.
One after another, he was waiting for Daer Han to crash into him. In this moment of danger, Daer Han didn't choose to lower his head. Instead, he suddenly stomped his feet to break free from the 'Demon Rope Knot', jumping half a meter into the air and using his back to block Zhou Qingfeng's attack. As long as he could dodge quickly, it was better to take a hit than to be tied down and unable to move.
The [Army of Light Saber] landed on Daer Han's back. First, it cut through the spiritual energy protecting his body, and then it cut through the leather armor on his back. Underneath the leather armor was a body of flesh and blood. After the saber's flash, the skin and flesh split open, and the lines of muscles could be seen clearly. Then, blood splattered everywhere, and he cried out in pain.
This strike almost cut open Daer Han's back. But this female cultivator continued to run at high speed. Her feet didn't stop, and in a single breath, she ran more than ten meters away, jumping over the wall and escaping.
Even someone with a high cultivation level wouldn't be able to withstand a 'two on one'. In a moment of carelessness, Daer Han was injured by the combined attack of Zhou Qingfeng and Jia Gang. His combat ability was greatly reduced, and he could only retreat. On the other side, Yang Jian didn't dare to stay. He took out a few life-saving magical treasures and quickly retreated as well.
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