Chapter 0832 Walking Soldiers
Talisman Master Liu Jianyi took off his robe and triple crown, put on the armor of the Yellow Talisman Army, and stood with the ordinary soldiers, but he was not holding a sword or a gun, but a copper talisman in his left hand and a stack of paper talismans in his right hand.
Only talisman masters with older qualifications and stronger strength are qualified to fight with the sorcerers at a distance. More than 30,000 low-level talisman masters were assigned to various teams. Their duty was to provide the last line of magic protection for ordinary soldiers. This was definitely not a conventional tactic. The talisman masters had poor self-protection ability in close combat. After offering the talisman, they were almost lambs to be slaughtered.
But they still obeyed the order and put on unfamiliar armor. All the young and middle-aged men in Fuhai City took up weapons. Some of them were even refugees who arrived last night. They had to say goodbye to their relatives before they had a hot meal or a good sleep. The talisman masters could not find a reason to hide in the city and wait for the result of the war.
Liu Jianyi volunteered to join the war, and he didn't feel any injustice at all. He was a little nervous because it was the first time he touched the precious copper talisman. He could feel something jumping inside, just like a person who was used to riding a bad horse suddenly sat on the back of a thousand-mile horse. His arms were stiff, and he was afraid that if he exerted a little more force, the horse would rush out.
Sergeant Shen Xiuming noticed the talisman master's emotions and nodded to him. The heavy helmet covered his face, and the two could only communicate with their eyes. They were about to fight side by side, but neither of them asked each other's name, because after the war, this might not mean anything.
Liu Jianyi also nodded. He wanted to protect the ten soldiers around him and give his life to them. This was a wonderful comradeship, which was completely different from the usual friendship. Calmness and panic, bravery and cowardice were fighting in everyone. The best friend in normal times might not be the most reliable comrade on the battlefield. A look or an inadvertent move from a stranger could make the veteran entrust his life.
Sergeant Shen Xiuming and the talisman master reached a "contract" on the battlefield.
When the bust of the self-sacrificing king appeared in the distance, panic and cowardice prevailed, but the light from the statue on the chest defeated them, and calmness and courage returned.
The first wave of 50,000 infantrymen stepped into the battlefield and faced the enemy on the opposite side. Shen Xiuming and Liu Jianyi were among them.
Due to the large number of new recruits, in order to prevent the formation from being scattered too early, these 50,000 people only moved forward at a normal walking speed, without running, and even without raising their weapons. The enemy on the opposite side seemed to be far away, as if they would not meet them even if they walked for a day, but the soldiers had been notified in advance that at a certain time and place, they would be suddenly teleported to the enemy and fight directly with death.
The spells above the head flew faster, one round after another. If it were not for the life-and-death crisis, such a scene would be very eye-catching. Light, smoke, fog, air, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth were mixed together, but in an orderly manner. Many spells were as gorgeous as fireworks, and even made people doubt whether they had any lethality.
When the talisman magic met a large number of demon magic more than ten miles away, no one would have any doubts.
The soldiers tried not to look up, but the scene in the distance naturally came into their eyes. Explosions, sparks, vibrations, sky collapse, ground cracks... all kinds of destructive scenes came all at once. The talisman masters accompanying the army began to offer talismans from then on to protect the soldiers' eyes and ears.
As for the soldiers' hearts, they were handed over to the statues. Their light was gradually weakening, but everyone didn't care much. They strictly followed the reminders they received before the war, staring only at the front, not looking up or looking around.
The smoke formed by the battle between magic and demon magic obscured the middle of the battlefield and blocked the demon soldiers rushing from the opposite side. The human soldiers who were walking forward had an illusion that they were not walking towards the living demons, but walking into a river formed purely by light, shadow and sound. What flowed in the river was not water, but only death itself.
The ground was shaking. It was the monks and the sorcerers fighting in the ground. A few dozen steps ahead, a patch of sharp stalagmites suddenly appeared, followed by a hot wind that seemed to carry fire... Every step the soldiers took was extremely difficult. They knew they had to move forward, but it was difficult to maintain their fighting spirit when they saw that there was no way forward.
The Eagle Eye Flying Talisman and the Messenger Flying Talisman in the air were floating like snowflakes. Hundreds of talisman masters, including Liu Jianyi, received orders to offer the copper talisman.
The copper talisman turned into a tiger shape and jumped out of his hand. Liu Jianyi was hit by the recoil and leaned back. He almost fell down and was pushed back by the soldiers in the back row. He blushed a little and took bigger steps in the next few steps.
Dozens of tigers landed and turned into a gust of wind that blew across the battlefield, blowing out the fire wind and breaking the stalagmites, opening a way for the soldiers to continue moving forward.
Liu Jianyi breathed a sigh of relief. His biggest fear was that he would die right after entering the battlefield, and he would not even have the chance to sacrifice the copper talisman, which was a talisman that many talisman masters might never touch in their lifetime. He took out seven paper talismans with his free left hand and clamped them between his fingers. This required a little skill, and he had practiced for a long time.
Shen Xiuming's footsteps became heavier and heavier. He knew very well that this was just the beginning of the battle. The most important duty of the first batch of 50,000 soldiers was to test, and it might be a test that would never return.
"Let me see the demon soldiers..." Shen Xiuming whispered to himself, and glanced at both sides with his peripheral vision, trying to keep in line with everyone. He could feel that the speed of marching, which was not fast to begin with, was slowing down. This was not someone's idea or someone's fault, but a choice made by everyone, as if this would delay death.
The battle in the middle of the battlefield continued, becoming more and more intense. The dust stirred up by the explosion was hundreds of feet high, but not many people paid attention to this scene. Hundreds of boulders like small hills were rolling towards the soldiers. The monks in the bunkers in the rear tried their best to resolve the attack, and then a flame or a water column would suddenly spurt out from the ground, smashing the boulders into pieces.
The boulders were getting fewer and fewer, but they were not completely destroyed. There were still more than a dozen rolling in front of the army.
The talisman masters accompanying the army did not need to wait for orders from the rear, especially those who were the first to bear the brunt of the talisman masters, who swung their hands and kept offering talismans.
In the end, more than a dozen boulders were also destroyed. At this time, the value of experience and carefulness was reflected. The cautious talisman masters did not stop offering talismans and continued to cast spells to protect themselves. The soldiers also raised their shields, but the careless ones thought that the danger was over. When they were about to breathe a sigh of relief, they were hit by the flying pebbles.
Each stone was like a red-hot charcoal, which could instantly penetrate the talisman armor. The people inside wailed and screamed, but it was useless.
Strangely, when death really came, the whole team's forward speed accelerated involuntarily. Everyone was eager to escape from this area dominated by magic and eager to fight with real flesh and blood.
The air was temporarily safe. Magic and magic were deadlocked in the middle of the battlefield. No one could cross the line. The threat underground was getting bigger and bigger. There were constant flames, stones, and winds... The bunker monks and the talisman masters who accompanied the army stopped most of the attacks, but some of the magic that slipped through the net fell on the soldiers, killing more than a hundred people each time.
Liu Jianyi felt his legs heavy and his hands were shaking. His talismans were used up. He carried more than a hundred talismans with him, and he had sacrificed them all before he saw the demon soldiers. Not a single one was left. This feeling was like walking into a tiger's den with his hands tied.
Liu Jianyi hurriedly drew out his sword, feeling a little more at ease, and nodded gratefully to the captain.
Some people couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed on the battlefield. The old soldiers in the last row kicked and kicked, forcing some people to return to the team. Some people refused to move and were left there. Not long after, the magic surged from the ground, and no one stopped them.
This road was so long that Shen Xiuming began to doubt that he would never reach the end. The whole team would be swallowed up by the magic, and nothing would be left in the end.
In a battlefield controlled by magic and magic, what is the meaning of ordinary humans?
This thought flashed through his mind, and Shen Xiuming was soon relieved. He still remembered that when he was in Duanliu City, the magic defense of the human side was much weaker than it is now. Many soldiers died inexplicably from magic, but the living had to keep moving forward, because magic and magic could only kill, but not occupy. If you want to win a war, you must occupy the opponent's position.
"Stop!" The paper talisman flying in the air shouted the human voice.
The soldiers understood what this meant, and immediately stopped, raised their swords, and made an offensive gesture. At this time, there were no other enemies in front of them except for the endless magic arts.
In the air, three thousand paper talismans burned at the same time, and tens of thousands of soldiers disappeared on the ground.
This was a comprehensive teleportation, allowing the soldiers to cross the most dangerous section. Not only did they consume a large number of talismans, but many valuable magic tools were buried underground in advance.
Shen Xiuming's eyes went dark, and then he felt suffocated. It was very short, but it was quite uncomfortable. When the darkness disappeared, he immediately took a deep breath, and then saw a large number of demon soldiers a hundred steps away.
Those were the regular demon soldiers of the Sheshen Kingdom. They were all half-demons who were not much different from humans. They were wearing iron armor and the weapons in their hands were also swords and guns.
Both sides were stunned for a while and quickly judged the situation in front of them. The Huang Fu Army found that they had crossed the middle fighting area, which meant that the human side had a slight advantage.
Soldiers should not look back, but the talisman master Liu Jianyi could not control his curiosity and turned around to take a look. The battles in the air and underground had all come to an end. The smoke had not yet dissipated, but the light and electricity were no longer flickering. Only the flames were still burning... He could no longer see the human camp.
Fighting was so simple, and death was so direct. Liu Jianyi turned around and raised the long sword in his hand high, no longer considering himself a talisman master.
Like all soldiers, he was a survivor facing death.
Humans and half-demons shouted at the same time with vitality and charged forward.