Chapter 630: Breaking the enemy, charging tide

Oh, I just noticed the top ten of the Great God Light, and then, Lao An, vomited blood and retreated. I honestly asked for recommendation votes."《》

At noon, the red sun is in the sky, dispelling a little chill.

Wang Ce was wearing a purple and gold military uniform and a handsome purple and gold crown on his head. He was dressed in a luxurious and dazzling manner.

A large number of senior generals such as Jie Shixian, Gong Taiping, Zhu Haitang, and Xi Hanzhi surrounded Wang Ce and slowly rode out of the camp and came to the front line.

Wang Ce smiled: "Li Zicheng, has the assembly been completed?"

"Go back to the lord, our troops have been assembled!" Li Zicheng said respectfully from the side.

Wang Ce narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "Then, attack the whole line!"

"As for orders! Lord!" Li Zicheng rode his horse horizontally, and about ten generals of war spirits followed behind him: "Liu Fangliang, Hao Yongzhong, Tian Jianxiu, reorganize the army!"

The two million treasury kings arranged in a front line of 300 miles long, which seemed a little messy.

Li Zicheng rode his horse, waved his sword, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, charge!"

The generals of the King of Chuangjun each commanded a group of troops and slowly advanced forward. In the first wave, 300,000 slowly advanced forward, and then accelerated the charge.

The first-level battle spirit is actually very weak and its attack power is also very weak. But as Wang Ce said, the biggest advantage of the rebel army is its absolutely amazing number.

The middle road front is about 300 miles, and the front line is too long. After the military staff studied the enemy situation, they divided it into fifteen sections, which is mainly fifteen offensive and defensive points.

The first wave of the 300,000-strong army of the King of Rebellion was running wildly. It was actually not appropriate to say that it was running, because the first-level war spirit did not even have a virtual image of the calf, and could only be a suspended charge.

Even so, looking down from the sky, the scene is absolutely spectacular.

The 300,000 war spirits were crazy and fearless, and launched a charge towards the Shangyang Army. There was no footsteps, but instead there was an alternative, strange, and depressing feeling.

Li Zicheng stood coldly in the center, shouting in a low voice, and the secret technique of fighting spirit was silently released, turning into starlight in the sky, sprinkling into the body of every fighting spirit.

"Welcome the King of Breaking, and do not pay food"!

Under the cover of the secret technique of fighting spirit, the two million fighting spirit troops quickly expanded in a way that could be perceived by the naked eye. In an extremely short moment, they were all promoted from the first-level lower level to the first-level intermediate level.

"Master, is it reliable?" Jie Shixian and others were all surprised. It was not that they did not believe in Wang Ce, but that it was difficult to believe in the combat power of the first-level combat spirit.

Even the Ghost Army doesn’t want a first-level ghost spirit. The first-level battle spirit has a very bad combat power, and it’s just a bad combat power with a lower than five…

Wang Ce narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You'll know if you look!"

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"What the hell is it!"

On the defense line built by stacking stones, Ma Fuxiang showed up half of his body, staring at the war spirits all over the mountains in a daze, and after a long time he cursed: "It's a bitch!"

"What's it?"

Ma Fuxiang's performance was the true reaction of the Shangyang soldiers. Not everyone can treat such fresh things calmly, and not everyone can calmly sit still and watch countless enemies.

"put!"

On the front line, a thousand catapults threw countless situations frantically, bombarding the War Spirit Army like artillery.

The first-level battle spirit is a semi-virtual body, but it definitely does not mean that the physical attack is invalid. Countless battle spirits were killed before they could even scream.

"put!"

A huge rock throw is really like a cannon on the front line, rumbling and bringing destructiveness.

"put!"

Unlike rock throwing and bed crossbows, the lethality of heavy crossbows to first-level battle spirits is not as great as expected.

Several general towns on the Shangyang defense line saw the war spirits all over the mountains and fields with their own eyes, and actually ignored all the killing and injuries. As if they were unconscious and fearless in life and death, they launched a crazy charge, and suddenly felt distressed.

But I also felt a little comforted. If Wang Ce's Battle Spirit Army had this combat power, it would not seem difficult to deal with it.

No matter how many measures you have in field offense and defense, you can't stand the fear of the war spirit. No matter how many war spirits you kill, people will not be afraid at all.

Among the first wave of 300,000 battle spirits, most of them fell on the way to charge, but there were still about one-third, and they forced themselves to rush to the defense line in a daze.

A group of war spirit generals rushed forward, and several servants rushed forward, and fought against each other after a few blows. They killed seven or eight war spirits, but were finally entangled by the next wave of war spirits and torn to pieces by the dense war spirits.

Just like waves hit the coast, after the rumbling, the coast remained unmoved.

After hanging in the air and observing, the generals of the generals wanted to speak but stopped. Because he came to the general field of intelligence in person, he was not inconvenient to interrupt.

Jie Shixian met him, nodded and whispered: "Master, it's time to let the second wave of war spirits charge forward." The generals agreed deeply.

All the generals underestimated Wang Ce's tactical level and military literacy. How could such an obvious thing be unaware of it: "Li Zicheng, send an additional 300,000 yuan to launch a second wave of charge!"

Looking down on the uncle? Wang Ce sneered in his stomach, and turned around calmly and said, "Zhong Yunji, I order to gather troops and tell the soldiers to carefully observe the combat mode of the War Spirit Army. After the third wave, it's time for you to attack."

Wang Ce originally wanted to talk about coordinated combat, but no one had any experience in this kind of thing. It is better to fight alternately first, get familiar with it, and then consider coordinated combat.

Jie Shixian and others made a big furious face. As a veteran general in the army, he actually asked Wang Ce to remind him of this, which made him feel a little slapped in the face.

The generals looked at each other with a burning face and secretly corrected their original ideas. The young commander not only had a strategic plan, but also had a tactical level and military literacy.

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"ah!"

Several screams were heard, and Ma Fuxiang slashed with force and took advantage of the opportunity to turn around. He saw that several of his subordinates were surrounded by a large number of war spirits, and were crushed to death by number.

"My husband!" Ma Fuxiang was furious and rushed forward and slashed these battle spirits crazily.

The panting Ma Fuxiang was about to retreat, and several gasping subordinates looked ahead with their eyes straight: "It's coming again!"

Yes, it's here again. This seems to be the third wave. Ma Fuxiang was so tired that he just wanted to sit down and never get up again. It was not only because of his fatigue, but also because of his exhaustion.

The third wave of the spirit army is here, 800 meters, 500 meters!

Ma Fuxiang, an old family member of the family, looked up lazily: "How many people are alive, let me say a word!"

"Me!" "And I." "I'm still alive!"

Ma Fuxiang looked up and counted. There were more than one hundred people, only more than seventy left. He turned around, held the knife again, looked at the Zhan Lingjun viciously, and roared: "Brothers, kill with me!"

While shouting like this, he took the opportunity to look back, as if he remembered something, but he seemed to have found nothing.

It seems... no injured!

Fu Xiwen soon discovered it, and his heart skipped a beat, and an abnormal blush appeared on his face: "How are the casualties on the defense line?"

Unlike other war spirit troops, the first-level legion relies on the offensive of the sea of ​​people. Anyone who is surrounded by an absolute number of war spirits may be injured and not killed?

"I don't know for the time being. The estimated loss of war is 20,000 to 30,000." The military officer next to him shook his head,

Fu Xiwen was shocked: "What?" The second line of defense in the middle lane deployed about 100,000 troops, annihilated 600,000 war spirit troops, and the casualties were estimated to be 20,000 to 30,000. It seemed brilliant, but the damage to this battle far exceeded his vision.

Just a level one battle spirit, a good player in the third level of sword light can easily kill fifty level one battle spirits.

From this point of view, the number of casualties was too large. The others soon changed their qualities. Fu Xiwen concentrated and racked his brains to think, and suddenly his eyes lit up and his qualities changed: "No, it's a tactic of exhausted soldiers!"

"The soldiers on the front line are tired." Fu Xiwen's face turned blue. He thought that Ma Fuxiang and others on the front line would definitely be able to support two more rounds, but they were negligent. The Zhan Ling Army launched a charge continuously, and for the soldiers on the front line, the physical and mental pressure was too great.

If you are under great pressure, you will easily become tired. Once you are tired on the battlefield, it means that casualties will be greatly amplified.

Fu Xiwen was decisive in killing and fighting: "Transfer the order, the reserve for the third line of defense, immediately reinforce!"

"The tactics of exhausted soldiers work! Fu Xiwen is very powerful, I hope he can find out a little later."

Wang Ce smiled with satisfaction, but he didn't believe that with such a steady stream of cannon fodder tactics, the soldiers on the Shangyang Army's defense line could always maintain full spirit and combat will.

The Zhan Ling Army restrains the enemy and does not charge at this time, and then when will it be?

"First Legion, attack!"

"asshole!"

Ma Fuxiang became hysterically manic, and he watched with his own eyes the waves of 300,000 battle spirit troops flooded like sea water.

One by one, his subordinates were swallowed up by this amazing number of War Spirit Army.

After wave after wave, it was like an endless charge. Ma Fuxiang was a professional veteran with a firm will, but he couldn't help but be shaken in front of the Zhan Ling Army, which was invading like the sea.

In the past, he killed no enemy on the battlefield, but this time he annihilated two waves of the Battle Spirit Army in a row. Facing the third wave, he felt a sense of power and true energy, but he felt that his arms were almost unable to lift up.

His subordinates all showed signs of distraction and madness on such a tense battlefield.

Ma Fuxiang didn't know what kind of exhausted soldiers was, but he knew that this uninterrupted battle made him feel extremely stressed.

Just like a spring, in the Death Charge of the War Spirit Army, it was compressed to the limit again and again. A spring might have stretched and rebounded, and they? Wang Ce had enough War Spirit Army to completely compress them to collapse.

So tired! So tired!

Ma Fuxiang was in a daze, and he didn't pay attention. He was only instinct to fight, and he was in a daze. He didn't even notice the reinforcements coming from behind.

So fucking tired!

Wang Ce, who was raised by the bitch, thought to himself, Wang Ce must not be a good person, otherwise why would he send so many spirit troops to kill humans?

Ma Fuxiang thought resentfully, maybe Wang Ce and Zhan Lingjun were originally from the same group, and were originally here to massacre humans.

He was thinking in a daze, and was surrounded by countless black war spirits in the center without realizing it!

The Zhan Ling Army charged forward, and the Xice Legion then became black and overwhelmed with all the pressure like a surging tide.

The three hundred miles of defense line was opened intermittently, and countless battle spirits rushed into the defense line like ants, and countless elite Xice Legion rushed into the defense line!

The second line of defense collapses!

Fu Xiwen had a expressionless expression: "Let the reinforcements respond to the soldiers on the second line of defense, retreat, and retreat to the third line of defense!"

"Send elite troops to reinforce the third line of defense."

"Build the fourth and fifth line of defense!"

Fu Xiwen looked to the north with expressionless face! Maybe Wang Ce was in the north with a look to the south.
Chapter completed!