Zombies moved slowly and had low combat power. As long as they had enough courage, they could even deal with a villager with a manure fork. These things were not even cannon fodder on the battlefield. They were just materials for refining corpses that only ghost cultivators would collect.
Just when Zhou Qingfeng was at the end of his rope and was about to throw out the last Flame Talisman in his hand, the battlefield where he was located was suddenly surrounded by more than 200 zombies. The fierce flames lit up, and all the fierce soldiers of the Jian Province focused their attention on the boy from the Han family who was riding a goat puppet in the middle of the flames.
In order to deal with this Han kid, the fifty or so soldiers of Jian Province had paid a huge price. They had lost more than ten people, and twenty or thirty were injured. Many of them had broken arms or legs and were as good as dead. However, they were still unwilling to give up on the valuable target in front of them. They were like a group of wolves staring at fat meat, their eyes fierce and greedy.
The soldiers of Jian Province had a lot of experience with the talismans that appeared in Zhou Qingfeng's hand from time to time. They found that the talismans were convenient, but they needed to start burning when they were used, so they could not be activated immediately. With such an obvious sign, they could get an early warning. As soon as they saw Zhou Qingfeng throw out another talisman, they immediately spread out.
The Flame Talisman ignited into a raging fire, and the fire was full of ugly, demon-like faces that were laughing wildly. They wantonly shouted and walked back and forth, waiting for the fire to recede before pouncing on them again. At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng's arrows were used up, and his spiritual power was empty. Even the slave soldiers under him did not have many left. Their morale had also collapsed, and they could no longer form a military formation.
A soldier of Jian Province tried to step on the ashes on the ground that was still on fire. After feeling the temperature, he shouted and wanted to pounce forward. However, when he raised his sword and was about to shout, he suddenly felt someone pat his shoulder from behind. It was natural for such a sudden action to happen on the battlefield, so he quickly turned around.
Smack, smack, smack … Several arms slapped at him continuously.
The Jianzhou soldier turned his head and saw a large group of "people" standing behind him at some point in time. Their eyes were dull, and their faces were distorted. Under the light of the fire, their faces were ashen. In his horror, he turned around and fiercely slashed with his saber. He struggled to break free from these hindrances, but these fellows were not afraid at all. They just pounced on him and pressed him down.
Jian Province's valiant soldier immediately let out a shrill cry. He wanted to raise his saber again, but even his hand was bitten by someone. In a moment, several pieces of flesh were bitten off, and blood flowed everywhere.
The same thing happened one after another. Only then did the Jianzhou soldiers, who were standing on the brink of victory, turn around. Just now he was too excited to kill, and unknowingly he was surrounded by a large group of undead. This undead's combat strength was weak. It would fall with a single slash from the saber and die with a single chop from the axe. However, they were densely packed together. There were simply too many of them, and it was impossible to kill them all.
The remaining Jianzhou soldiers were immediately caught in a pincer attack. Zhou Qingfeng, who was inside, knew at a glance that this was the last chance to break out of the siege. He had exhausted his spiritual power and could no longer control the puppet goat. He simply grabbed a spear and charged out to fight for his life. He had practiced the spear thrust on foot for more than a month. Tonight was the first time he used it in actual combat.
A Jianzhou soldier turned around to deal with the undead that pounced on him. At the same time, he retreated step by step to increase the distance between them. Zhou Qingfeng took the opportunity to step on the still hot ground and rush out. The tip of the spear shook and stabbed into the back of the enemy. This Jianzhou soldier was wearing cotton armor, but the back of his waist was a little weaker. The spearhead pierced and twisted. He screamed, and his body became stiff and unable to move. Then, he was pounced on by the undead in front of him.
He withdrew his spear and looked for his opponent again. However, he saw that the ferocious Jianzhou soldiers were also in a mess. When faced with these undead that were not afraid of death, their best option was to retreat. However, they were surrounded on all sides. In addition, there was also Zhou Qingfeng causing trouble. The soldiers could only fight like cornered beasts.
After exchanging a few blows, more than half of the over 20 Jianzhou soldiers had fallen. A few of them wanted to break out of the encirclement, but they were surrounded by even more walking corpses. In the end, a few of them simply threw themselves at Zhou Qingfeng in despair. They shouted loudly, wanting to perish together with him.
"If you want to fight, then fight. I'm not afraid of you!" Zhou Qingfeng's blood boiled. The slave soldiers around him kept falling. In the end, he was the only one left. He directly thrust, aiming at the enemy's vital points and suddenly rushed over to stab them.
In the end, the corpses were piled on top of each other. Zhou Qingfeng did not even have a place to stand. His shoulder was also stabbed, and he almost became one-armed.
The undead were still approaching. Their target seemed to have changed to Zhou Qingfeng.
Zhou Qingfeng supported himself with his spear and panted. Seeing that the situation was not right, he hurriedly shouted, "Jia Gang, control your undead. They are coming towards me."
"Run, I can't control them." A weak voice came from the darkness. The undead army slightly opened up a gap in the encirclement.
Zhou Qingfeng simply threw away the spear in his hand and ran over the corpses on the ground, escaping the encirclement of the undead. Outside the encirclement, the ghost cultivator Jia Gang looked worse than Zhou Qingfeng. He seemed to have been slashed several times. His clothes were tattered, his hair was disheveled, and even the signature black smoke on his body was gone.
"How did you end up like this?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
"I saw more than 50 Jianzhou soldiers coming from behind, so I separated more than 100 undead to stop them. Who knew that there were a few good cultivators in that group of soldiers. I couldn't beat them at all. If it wasn't for the fact that the sky was dark, I would have died. " Jia Gang said while waving his hand, "Let's go, let's go. There are too many strong cultivators in this place. We can't stay for long."
Jia Gang still had some spiritual energy, so Zhou Qingfeng borrowed it to control the puppet goat. The two of them ran away from the undead and quickly returned to their stronghold. The situation in the stronghold was neither good nor bad. Because Zhou Qingfeng had attracted more than half of the Jianzhou soldiers, less than 30 people could enter the stronghold. They were also suppressed by the black warrior that Zhou Qingfeng had casually released.
The black warrior was controlled by Uța's spirit. It had become an emotionless machine that only knew how to kill. The wood it was made from was very tough. Ordinary swords couldn't break its defense. Combined with Uța's many years of combat experience, he was able to fight well.
The black warrior injured the enemy leader, Niu Lu, as soon as it attacked. After killing several Jianzhou soldiers, it spontaneously organized a defense force of more than 20 people. This time, it was Barzhai's turn to have a hard time. They had been stubbornly resisting for more than half an hour. The reinforcements that should have caught up didn't appear at all.
When Zhou Qingfeng rushed back, he saw that the situation hadn't completely collapsed. He sighed and said, "It's good, it's good. The situation can still be saved."
Jia Gang was seriously injured and couldn't walk. When he heard Zhou Qingfeng say it was good, he immediately mocked, "Your wooden wall has been broken, and this is good? There are still more than 50 Jianzhou soldiers coming. I only sent more than 100 useless corpses to stop them. They'll appear soon. "
Zhou Qingfeng was still happy and said, "You don't understand. Fighting a war is about momentum. The enemy couldn't directly defeat my slave soldiers, so their morale came back. Especially when the enemy is small in number and can only defend, this is an opportunity. You have to know that there are at least a few hundred people in my stronghold. "
There were more than 500 people in Zhou Qingfeng's stronghold. Not many died. Most of them retreated after the wooden wall was broken. When they recovered, they found that the enemy wasn't as strong as they thought. The situation was very different. As soon as he came back, he began to repeat the previous mobilization propaganda. One enemy's head could restore their civilian status and become 'Zhu Shen'. Two heads could be divided into fields!
This time, Zhou Qingfeng didn't rush to the front. He acted as the 'political commissar' to boost morale and the supervision team to maintain military discipline. He even called back the black warrior who had made a great contribution to protect his safety. He organized the slave soldiers into groups and repeatedly sent them out to attack and harass, forming a wave of attacks. It didn't matter if they couldn't win, but they had to have enough momentum.
When the second batch of Jianzhou soldiers got rid of the corpses blocking the way, they found that the situation in front of them had completely turned into a mess. They were small in number, so once they split up, it was easy for them to be alone. Once they were alone, it was easy for them to be surrounded by the people sent by Zhou Qingfeng. The entire stronghold didn't have enough light, and it was dark everywhere. The 'Heaven Mending Stone's' ability to hear and locate was especially suitable for this kind of dark and chaotic battle.
Ba Zhai was injured, but he was still the commander of this attack. He had a few more white-armored leaders and two Niu Lu's who came to support him. But after a simple count, he found that he only had 60 to 70 people on hand. This amount of people couldn't go deep into the stronghold to eliminate Zhou Qingfeng. Uncle Zhou relied on his familiarity with the environment and gave up on the walls to fight in the streets.
"Why did Five Beilei send so few people?" Ba Zhai saw that there were so few reinforcements and was very disappointed. They were about to take over the stronghold, but they still needed people to occupy it.
One of the Niu Lu's who came to support said in a low voice, "Master doesn't have many people around him. He still has to guard against Chu Ying in the city. "
"What about Chu Ying?" Ba Zhai asked in confusion.
"Master suspects that this is a trap to lure us into it. He said that Chu Ying might have brought people to ambush us near this small stronghold and are waiting for our master to appear."
"Then what does Master want now?" Ba Zhai asked.
"He wants you to take over this stronghold, but he can't give you more people."
Just with these 60 people in front of him?
When they had just broken through the wooden walls of the stronghold, Ba Zhai might have thought that it was not a difficult task. But now that they had been fighting back and forth for half a day, he really didn't have any confidence.
"Most of the people in this stronghold are Paha, but for some reason, they're becoming more and more fearless of death." Ba Zhai was so angry that he wanted to swing his knife, but when he moved his hand, the wound under his ribs hurt so much that he could only grimace. "In the beginning, they would retreat as soon as we crossed the walls. But now, they're actually coming over to kill us, tossing us around endlessly. "
While they were talking, there was a sudden whoosh in the air. This sound was different from the sound of an arrow being shot. Instead, it was the sound of something big being thrown over. Not long after, the thing that flew over landed on the ground and smashed into the ground about 10 meters away from Ba Zhai. It was a rotten clay pot.
Ba Zhai pointed at the rotten clay pot and cursed, "It's so dark at night, but there are those lowly slaves everywhere. They don't dare to fight us head on, so they just secretly shoot arrows or throw something over.
If I send people to kill them, they won't be able to return. If they send too many people, they won't be able to get anything. Even if they are caught, they will just chop off a few slaves' heads. After a while, someone will come to cause trouble again. "
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