late at night.

In the north of Luoyan Peak, there was no light at night, and heavy snow fell in the sky. The weather in the north was always so cold. In a forest covered with heavy snow, a whistle rider rode his horse and could not tell the direction in the heavy snow. In an instant, a blood-colored silk thread flew past, and the head of the whistle rider rolled down from his body, and the unintentional war horse swam in the snow forest.

"Hmph~~~"

A strange figure flashed, and it was a man in a red dress who looked like a woman. He picked up the head of the whistle driver from the ground, raised his head and drank the blood. After throwing it away, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled: "Chu Huaixi of the Great Chen Dynasty really regarded himself as the number one person. If it weren't for the planning of Wenhou of the Great Shang Dynasty, you just a Tianchi army really wanted to block my demon army?"

...

In the northeast, snow falls thousands of miles.

A night patrolman rode a horse galloping in the snow. He suddenly stopped the war horse and stopped too fast that the war horse stood up on the snow and made a loud and loud neigh.

"Not good!"

The whistleblower belonging to the Chengfeng Camp sniffed his nose and noticed a trace of weirdness. He immediately took out a signal firework from his arms and pulled the fire line directly. For a moment, a red light exploded in the air. Under the illumination of the light, his scalp was numb, and he saw hunched figures appearing in the originally dark snow forest, densely packed with people.

The main force of the Ghost Clan has been dispatched!

"Roar~~~"

The sharp roar broke through the tranquility of the night sky, and the black shadows surged from all directions like a tide. Although the whistleman rode his horse, he was still submerged.

...

"Enemy attack!"

In the Tianchi Army Commander's tent, Chu Huaixi stepped out of the tent and roared: "Teleman commanders, immediately warn each battalion and prepare to face the enemy!"

The sound of the horn echoed in the night sky instantly.

"ah?!"

Lin Zhao suddenly woke up from his dream and listened to the sound of the horn outside: "What is this... an order?"

"Enemy attack!"

The old fish head turned over and shouted in a low voice: "Everyone immediately put on his armor, pick up your war shield and long sword, the people of the Huotou Camp lit torches and went out to guard the position!"

Lin Zhao jumped up, picked up his long sword, held the shield, and ran out with Lao Yutou. He saw that torches had been lit outside. The soldiers of the Iron Bu Battalion formed a formation one by one, with a total of three arrays. There were about 5-8 meters apart from each other. Behind were the archers sent by other battalions, all of whom had already picked up bows and posed arrows.

"Lin Zhao, go behind me!"

The old fish head held a shield in his hand and pressed it into the first heavy infantry sequence, saying, "Are you a new recruit, run to the first row to die?"

Lin Zhao frowned: "I should be able..."

"Listen to my order!"

Old Fish Head gritted his teeth and said, "Is it true that you are sick? You can just be killed by a new recruit. If you are all veterans, you will talk about it. If you don't die, don't think about this first position."

"I understand, old fish head!"

Lin Zhao immediately came to the second column with his shield.

"Get out."

A middle-aged warrior smiled and said, "Go to the third row! Old Fish Head, are you right?"

"right!"

The old fish head smiled.

At this time, a centurion wearing Rong armor and two silver stars on the neckline walked out and shouted in a low voice: "Everyone cheer me up, they are coming!"

"Yes, sir!"

Everyone nodded together.

Lin Zhao came to the third row. At this time, he was a little bit away from the front line, but he felt that he could actually be closer. Moreover, the sword blade and shield in his hand were always cumbersome. For a third-level martial artist with a solid foundation, fists are the best weapon. After taking the weapon, he felt a little bit bound to his hands and feet.

...

The cold wind was biting, and snowflakes fell on Lin Zhao's shoulder armor and helmet. He narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance, maintaining absolute attention, while the rest of the people remained motionless. The new soldiers and veterans of the entire Iron Bus Camp were like sculptures in the snow, motionless.

"Shit~~~"

A strange sound came from afar.

"Here you come!"

A general rode his horse and walked behind everyone. It was Zhang Yanping, the battalion commander of the Iron Bu Battalion. Su Liang's deputy general was now in the new command. He rode a war horse, his sword was unsheathed, pointed to the distance, and shouted: "Archer, change the rockets, take a picture of these beasts for me!"

Suddenly, a group of archers shot out flame arrows. In the sound of "swish swish swish swish", a group of hunched figures, kneeling on the ground and slowly moving. They looked like ghosts, with a human head, but their bodies were very strange, skinny and bone-skinned, and the surface of the skin was filled with oily substances, which looked very creepy.

"Oh shit!"

The old fish head in the front row shouted: "It is a ghoul raised by the ghost clan. Brothers, be careful, the ghoul's teeth and claws are very sharp. Never break through the defense line by them!"

After being illuminated, a scream came from the distant mountains and forests, followed by a large army of ghouls like a tide.

"Archers, shoot in scattered shots to kill the enemy!"

A battalion commander shouted in the distance.

Behind him, the sound of arrows leaving the strings was constantly thrusting, stimulating the eardrums, and Lin Zhao's body was always low, squinting his eyes and looking ahead. Just under the illumination of the fire in front, the figure of the ghoul was getting closer and closer. Soon, the ghoul in the front had already hit the shield formation, with sharp claws tearing and scratching the shield.

"defense!"

Zhang Yanping drew his sword and pointed forward: "Move the shield and attack and kill!"

Suddenly, the soldiers of the Iron Bu Battalion in the front row slowly moved their shields away, and then the sword pierced out. Suddenly, the sound of the sword blade piercing the flesh and blood was constantly sounding. Above everyone's heads, countless arrows that could not be seen fell into the crowd of the ghost army, and the ghouls kept falling to the ground, and scarlet blood was flowing out.

Lin Zhao frowned.

In my ears, the roar of the ghoul was endless, very unpleasant, and the sound of the claws and sharp teeth attacking the shield kept ringing. Moreover, the ghoul was short and conscientious and extremely powerful. With constant impact, there were already soldiers in the front row that could not resist. When a young warrior's shield was knocked away, a ghoul immediately rushed into his arms, opened his bloody mouth and bit his entire throat to pieces!

"Damn it!"

A middle-aged soldier in the back row swung his sword and slashed the ghoul and made up for the gap, but the gap in the front row continued to appear.

"Hold it down!"

At the rear, Zhang Yanping shouted: "The front row is injured, and the back row is repaired immediately, so hurry up! Archers, the speed of replenishing arrows is faster, and there are too many ghost tribes!"

Further away, someone shouted: "Torch Stone Car, start attacking!"

Suddenly, the torch stone chariots that followed the army began to launch, projecting the newly lit torch stones, burning them into pieces among the ghouls, and the air above the battlefield was filled with a smell of burnt smell.

...

Behind the crowd, Chu Huaixi clenched his fists and stood on a not-too-high viewing platform. He said to Huang Tingyu beside him: "The monks in the army can do it. In addition, how are the formation masters ready?"

"The Qianlong formation in the abyss has been arranged, don't worry."

"That's fine."

At this time, there were fewer and fewer heavy infantry on the front line in front of Lin Zhao, so he immediately came to the second row with his shield and long sword. Just after he got in the position, he saw a war soldier bitten on his thigh by a ghoul and screamed and retreated.

"What are you waiting for!?"

A middle-aged warrior looked at Lin Zhao: "Fill in the gap!"

Without saying a word, Lin Zhao rushed over with a single arrow, and his fist flowed, kicked out with a heavy kick. With a "peng", he kicked a zombie out, and fell far away in the snow, hurting many companions before stopping. Lin Zhao used his true energy in his body, penetrated the true energy into the long sword, and stabbed a sword in front!

"Chew!"

A ghoul was directly penetrated through his throat by a sword and fell softly, but the next ghoul had already rushed over, and the speed was extremely fast. Lin Zhao didn't expect it. He spinned his body and smashed the ghoul hard with the shield in his left hand. The sword fell from top to bottom, and divided the fourth ghoul into two with a "chi" sound, and blood splashed everywhere!

"this……"

Several soldiers on the side, including Lao Yutou, were shocked. Who would have thought that the young man in the town, who had originally been unknown, had such terrifying combat power?

"Kill with force!"

The old fish head laughed: "In this battle, you will be happy to have a centurion for me!"

Lin Zhao couldn't laugh. He was not a soldier who was used to life and death. When he saw the soldiers of the Iron Buying slumped in front of him and became corpses, he felt very uncomfortable, but he couldn't do anything, so he simply threw away his sword and shield and directly used his fists to fight the enemy with his fists. His fists were flowing all over his body, and his true energy burst out in strands, fists to the flesh, and he punched without mercy, turning the zombie ghouls into a rain of blood.

"This kid..."

From afar, Zhang Yanping glanced at Lin Zhao and smiled to himself, "It's interesting, the boxing style is strong and the essence of boxing. Our Great Chen Dynasty's martial arts are considered to be successors!"

...

In the distance, the sound of horns came from the direction of the demon clan. Then, soldiers from the third and fourth realms of demon clan appeared on the battlefield. Suddenly, the defeated camp of the front-line positions began to collapse, and the position was constantly compressed backwards.

"No retreat is allowed!"

A seventh-level martial artist descended from the sky, like a god descending to earth. He handed out a punch, and suddenly a whole piece of demon race turned into blood rain. The force of the fist expanded, compressing the entire space to extremely distorted. The one who took action was Zhang Han, the commander of the Slaying Camp!

"Sir, God's martial arts!"

Behind him, a centurion cheered repeatedly, which was Huang Yan and Huang Lin's uncle.

"snort!"

Zhang Han snorted coldly, ignored him and punched himself.

...

"Not good!"

Huang Tingyu, who was in charge of the central army, suddenly shook his body and disappeared in an instant. When he appeared, he had already swung a sword. The sword light swept out the sky, forming a sword curtain. At this moment, a long blood-colored sword hit the sword curtain and bounced out instantly, returning to the hand of a female cultivator in a red robe. The corner of her mouth raised and said, "Tsk tsk, it's only a little bit. The rule of the eight camps of Tianchi will be about to fall to the ground!"

"Um!?"

Zhang Han looked stern, and then smiled heartily and said, "What's the matter? Shuai Chu will be promoted to another commander. How can you kill the commander of our Tianchi Army?"

"snort!"

In the distance, Chu Huaixi was silent. He could take action, but there was no need. Once even Chu Huaixi went out to fight, the other party's killer move hidden in the dark would naturally be used.
Chapter completed!