Chapter 217: Non-Contact Battle
The two armies gradually approached, and the soldiers on both sides could only look at each other from a distance. The battle in the air had begun.
Pan Jufu did not intend to use cavalry. He believed that driving horses was an extremely professional skill. Only those soldiers who had undergone long-term training and lived on horseback for several years were qualified to fight as cavalry and maintain calm and direction in the chaotic battlefield. Otherwise, horses only provided them with a faster way to escape.
The demon tribe also rarely had cavalry, so Pan Jufu could safely and boldly use the full infantry tactics. The first row was the veterans he trusted, and the last row was also, and the middle rows were the defenders of the cities who had hardly participated in the war.
Infantry also has another advantage, which is that it can form a whole with the Taoist priests in the sky and the talisman masters behind them, so as not to be isolated and helpless because of running too fast.
Pan Jufu is worthy of being an experienced veteran. He arranged clear and specific tasks for everyone, making them believe that they are the most important force in this battle.
Xin Youtao stood on a wide chariot pulled by eight horses. There were soldiers on both sides, one driving and one guarding, following the army forward. He looked at the Xuanfu army formation in front of him and beat the leather drum in front of him with great concentration. The drum was engraved with complex talisman patterns and a few short-lived paper talismans were attached. The drum sound was deep and far-reaching, and could be heard hundreds of miles away, competing with the horns of the opposite demon army.
Xin Youtao's position was extremely important. His drum sound could inspire the morale of his own army and suppress the spirit of the enemy soldiers. He also controlled the pace of the Xuanfu army. For him, this was especially a battle that could not be lost. As the prince of Xijie Kingdom and the Taoist priest Pangshan, he could gain the greatest benefit from the victory, but naturally he had to pay the greatest price.
He thought that the worst outcome would be death.
The talisman master Liu Ding found his single-layer round crown and took another chariot to ride with His Royal Highness. Not far away, he had already sacrificed several paper talismans. Thanks to the old turtle Chen Zhiwei, he had hundreds of high-level paper talismans in his hand, which far exceeded the standard of Duanliu City and the strength of the Taoist priest of breathing.
These paper talismans are the most important weapon to defeat the demon soldiers. Even Generals Pan and Mu think so. Liu Ding is full of pride. He looks beyond his own army and looks far to the opposite side. With the help of a paper talisman, he can temporarily gain super vision and discover the demon soldiers' magic in advance.
A strange wind blew from the demon soldiers' team. Liu Ding immediately sacrificed a Liujia shield talisman. A warm wind passed by the Xuanfu Army soldiers, bringing them some comfort.
The two gusts of wind met in the middle of the battlefield. With a loud bang, dozens of horizontal shields appeared in a line of more than ten miles, blocking the arrows shot like a storm.
The earth shook.
Before the soldiers came into contact, the two sides fought remotely in this way, and the main force was the sorcerer and the talisman master.
Liu Ding was not afraid. He was defeated in the talisman master assessment. This time he wanted to prove his strength on the battlefield.
He thought that the worst outcome would be that he would be killed before the paper talismans in his hand were used up.
More than 600 Xuanfu Army soldiers marched steadily. The loud noise in front had nothing to do with them. General Pan made it clear that their duty was to fight with ordinary demon soldiers in close combat and eliminate them. Then they would go straight to the sorcerer, and the battle would be won.
It is said that the demon soldiers are not as strong as imagined. They come from different tribes and do not know each other at ordinary times. They only gather together when fighting. They do not know how to cooperate. They fight alone with brute force. At most, they can form the cooperation of six or seven demons. Therefore, as long as the Xuanfu Army soldiers are steady enough and fight tacitly, they can completely defeat the enemy that is twice their number.
In fact, the Xuanfu Army soldiers have no way to retreat. The Dongjie Kingdom on the other side of the Jie River is strengthening its defense and only allows civilians to cross the bridge. All soldiers have to change their armor and throw away their weapons. Then they are refugees with nothing, unable to find their relatives, and unable to get the trust of the Dongjie Kingdom.
They think that the worst outcome is to die under the blow of the sorcery before killing a demon soldier.
Thirty-six disciples of Zhiyong Institute wore the last armor in Duanliu City. Their duty was to protect Mu Xingqiu and ensure that he could challenge the most powerful warrior of the demon soldiers, the Zhenshan Bull. Although they were more than twenty miles away, they could already roughly see the appearance of the giant bull. They saw it moving slowly like a small hill, with a demon sitting on its back.
Defeating the Zhenshan Bull and the demon general on its back would be half the battle won. This was the most important task. The disciples of Zhiyong Institute felt that they had a heavy responsibility on their shoulders. Mu Xingqiu chose them instead of more experienced veterans as his personal soldiers. No one wanted to live up to such trust. The talisman spear was light and hard, but they felt heavy in their hands.
They thought that the worst outcome would be to die here together, following the footsteps of nearly four hundred Taoist priests from Laozu Peak.
The nine Taoist priests flying in the air were arranged in two rows, four in front and five in the back. They had to overcome their desire to fight and keep a proper distance from the team behind them, so that they could return to defend at any time and resist the attack from the sky.
In this team full of death, they were the first to prepare. Pangshan - these two words echoed in the hearts of every Taoist priest. Sometimes the burden cannot be chosen. When it falls, the Taoist priests have to catch it.
They wondered, what kind of scene would the souls with a trace of rationality see in the first seven days after death?
The group of flying monsters on the opposite side accelerated and flew over. There was no trace of Yin Yu among them for the time being. Yang Qingyin, Xiao Qingtao and two other Taoist priests in the first row went to meet them.
The first round of battle took place between the sorcerer and the talisman master, and the second round of battle will begin above the soldiers' heads.
Mu Xingqiu didn't think about anything, he was feeling.
The mind-reading spells pointed directly at people's hearts. Mu Xingqiu could clearly feel the emotional changes on the battlefield, but he couldn't do anything. These emotions were too complicated. He didn't know which one was more beneficial to the battle: bravery was always good, but it would make individual soldiers take too big steps and disrupt the front line; fear seemed to be harmful, but everyone had a little in their hearts, and it was this fear that made hundreds of soldiers form a powerful whole.
Mu Xingqiu's mission today was to kill the mountain-shaking bull opposite and the commander on the bull's back.
The eyes of the bull demon were full of hatred for the Taoist priests. It was very likely that he had relatives who died at the hands of the Taoist priests.
In the war of more than 100,000 years, new and old hatreds were piled up layer by layer. Mu Xingqiu thought that there was no demon without hatred in his heart.
The demon master and the talisman master each made five moves, all meeting in the middle of the battlefield, evenly matched, and then both sides stopped fighting, leaving a pile of ashes, and gave the battlefield to the warriors in the sky.
The flying demon is closer to a beast than a demon, but it has human-like arms to hold weapons, and its head is still like a bird, and its brain is just as simple. Once it receives the order to attack, it immediately flies forward regardless of everything, opens its beak and makes a piercing cry, throws a javelin from a high altitude when it is still far away, and then changes to a short sword and dives diagonally downward.
The four Taoist priests responsible for the attack speed up, easily avoid those javelins, and cast a few five-element spells to lure the flying demon closer. The five Taoist priests behind Shen Hao began to attack. Each of them held two magic weapons in his hand.
The sudden sound of the copper bell confused the flying demon's mind, and even threw away the sword and shield to cover his ears and scream wildly; the light of the copper mirror swept everywhere, looking for hidden flying demons and magic; shields flew out of the copper seal one after another. Blocked the most dangerous attacks... Each Taoist priest used their best spells to protect the Taoist priests in front. They had only practiced a few times beforehand, but they were not confused at all.
Each magic weapon was attached with a small paper talisman, an inconspicuous spell of the talisman master. Now it played a significant role, it could let the Taoist priests' spells show their true form, even mortal eyes could see the gorgeous traces of spells.
This was useless to the Taoist priests. For the Xuanfu Army soldiers who were advancing steadily on the ground, this was a huge source of confidence. Although General Pan ordered not to look up, everyone still glanced up at the sky from time to time, seeing the flying monsters being shot down one by one, their fighting spirit surged, and their steps became more determined.
Mu Xingqiu felt this change. In fact, his own fighting spirit was also rising, and he even wanted to suppress it intentionally. The little Qilin sitting down wanted to run away long ago. Mu Xingqiu had to gently stroke its neck to calm it down. The adult Qilins on both sides also prohibited their children from making reckless moves. Their biggest purpose in coming to the battlefield was not to help humans win, but to protect their only offspring.
Yang Qingyin finally realized her dream of killing people. She was a disciple of the Honglu Department, but she had learned more and more powerful five-element spells than Xiao Qingtao of the Five-element Department. Her fire spells were also the most gorgeous. Fireballs, fire knives, and fire lines appeared in an endless stream, almost covering half of the sky.
Xiao Qingtao's cultivation level was relatively low. She once again proved that she was much more courageous than ordinary people in battle. She was not as good as Yang Qingyin in spells, so she flew closer and only chose the ice spike spell. Although it was not so eye-catching, every move was sure to hit.
Xin Youtao's drumbeats gradually accelerated, and the trumpets on the opposite side became more and more excited. Both armies sped up.
There were a total of 10 flying monsters, and more than half of them were injured or killed under the attack of the nine Taoist priests. Their bodies fell to the ground, and every passing Xuanfu Army soldier would step on them hard.
Yin Yu appeared at this time.
It turned out that he had been in the air all along, but he had hidden his body until a beam of light from the bronze mirror shone over him. He felt that it was time to make a move, and then he finally revealed his true form.
He was a man with a white body, even his hair was white, braided into dozens of small braids hanging behind his head, his upper body was naked, and he wore white leather pants on his lower body. He was completely different from ordinary flying monsters. He did not grow human arms under his wings, but grew two wings more than ten feet long behind his human body.
He did not spread his wings and fly, .a.c. just stood straight in the air, with his wings spread out, like a white wall.
Everyone may have different opinions on whether he is a handsome man, but everyone admits in their hearts that this is an image that only exists in dreams, which makes people stare at him involuntarily and breathe slower.
Yang Qingyin didn't care, and casually sent out a ball of fire, attacking Yin Yu several miles away.
Yin Yu didn't dodge, and the right wing was folded back to block in front of him - the fireball exploded and disappeared, not even a feather was burned.
Mu Xingqiu only looked up at the sky, and his battle was about to begin. At the same time that Yin Yu appeared, the Zhenshan Niu broke away from the team and rushed over at an accelerated speed, targeting him.
The little Qilin jumped high from the ground with four hooves, and suddenly jumped out at the moment of landing, faster than lightning, and only a Taoist like Mu Xingqiu could sit on it steadily.
The two adult Qilins tightly protected the left and right, and the thirty-six disciples of Zhiyong Institute ran at full speed, but were still far behind.
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