Online game myth of the Three Kingdoms

After all, Moro still possessed the so-called wisdom of God. After discovering the problem, he immediately abandoned Arvind's thinking of catching the loopholes in the battle line.

Completely switch your own thinking to the perspective of God's thinking, and then stop playing the game of catching loopholes with Guo Ziyi.

Instead, they directly set up a formation, placing heavy infantry, heavy cavalry, and spear shield soldiers in the center, and placing lancers, scimitar cavalry, and large-scale spearmen on the two wings.

Then he directly moved towards Guo Ziyi's front.

This wave of play is stupid, but it is very effective, especially when the terrain has been completely reduced to mud, and everyone can't move as fast as before under the clouds.

However, Guo Ziyi is not afraid of this kind of confrontation. Whether it is the Rattan Armored Soldiers, the Yellow Turban Warriors, or his own army, the Modao Squad, they are all good at attacking difficulties head-on.

Head-to-head confrontation is actually more in line with his wishes.

Other bells and whistles are useless to both sides, so they are going to fight to the death with hard power.

On such a head-to-head battlefield, the yellow turban wrestlers have an almost absolute advantage. In a mortal war, being strong is always the most dominant option.

Whether it is heavy infantry, heavy cavalry, spear shield soldiers, lance cavalry, scimitar cavalry, organized spear soldiers, yellow turban wrestlers are all moving forward frantically.

Even if you are deeply trapped in the enemy's formation, even if you are armed with spears, you will never escape. No matter the rain of arrows or spears, even if the opponent is fully prepared, we will kill them.

They are the Yellow Turban Warriors, representing the legions of the most ordinary people, but they are also one of the strongest legions of the Han Dynasty.

"Death!" Zhang Wu punched the Guishuang Divine Guard's chest and dented it. Even the almost inhuman existence of the Guishuang Divine Guard lost his ability to move under this punch.

However, before Zhang Wu could breathe a sigh of relief, the spear of another Guishuang spear and shield guard came over.

"Card wipe!"

The ring-shou knife cut off the gun head with an arc. Zhang Wu also took advantage of the situation and grabbed the gun shaft and dragged it, making the opponent's body unbalanced. Cooperating with his comrades around him, he chopped off the opponent's head.

"Ahem, cough, these guys are really tough!" Zhang Wu picked up someone's weapon on the ground, spit, and walked forward with his comrades again.

But this time, they suddenly felt that their feet were not so sticky, and when they took a closer look, they found that the muddy ground was drying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The two sides fought extremely anxiously, and Xu Shu, Pang Tong, and Fazheng finally completed the sky change with the combined mental power of the three. They frantically pumped the moisture towards Guishuang, and dried the mud on the ground as quickly as possible.

The feeling of being down-to-earth and unimpeded again made Zhang Wu very excited. Just now he was fighting so hard because it was difficult to exert his strength on the muddy ground. Now he can show his might.

"Die to me!" Zhang Wu's ring-headed knife directly tore through the defense of the heavy infantry in front of him with the sound of piercing through the air. into two halves.

This kind of pure violent aesthetics can usually only be fought with heavy weapons, but under the power of the Yellow Turban Warriors, just using the ring head knife is enough to split the enemy in half.

Yellow Turban Warriors walking on the path of ultimate strength, no matter what fancy talent you have, if I cut it down with a single knife, even if you hold a big shield to block, you will still have to crush me with great strength.

Zhang Wu just regretted that his ax and hammer were smashed, otherwise he would have killed more enemies, and the weight of the ring head knife was almost meaningless, just like waving a piece of paper, it didn't feel real.

You need to use more strength to control the weapon, instead of adding force in the direction of the weapon's fall like the ax and hammer.

And Zhang Wu's figure is like a microcosm. Although these yellow turban wrestlers can't shine, their physical fitness is no different from the three talents, and they are almost unparalleled in frontal attacks.

Sudden, crazily rushing, furious offensive, and even created a vacuum area near the center line. One dead soul after another.

Even though the yellow turban wrestler is not moving fast, the aura of crushing all obstacles has taken shape, and the illusory aura is not something invisible or intangible.

The thicker cloud layer and the more powerful combat effectiveness of the soldiers are all indicative of the situation.

Guo Ziyi looked at this scene coldly. His ability to press the bottom of the box completely transformed the momentum into his own battle, and at the same time involved the system of cloud energy and will. This is also the path he wants to take.

Although the path of mutual transformation between cloud energy and will has not been completed, but when he sees that the general trend is almost on the verge of completion, and the other side is already powerless to stop it, victory is only a matter of time.

When the strength of the troops rises to a single legion, the significance of organizational power is greater than that of individual force, and when the scale rises to the level of a group army, the individual strength of soldiers is completely inferior to the value of organizational power in terms of meaning.

But now that the general trend is maintained, the organizational strength brought by it has completely surpassed the opponent, and the defeat of the opponent is only a matter of time.

However, what he was puzzled about was why the opponent's level suddenly dropped so much, from the stereotyped weakest military god to the level of commanding a large army.

This also makes Guo Ziyi very regretful, if he can directly kill a weaker military god, it may bring him more insights.

Mo Luo felt this momentum, he saw clearly the situation on the battlefield, and understood the fact that his side was at a disadvantage.

"The gods and Buddhas follow me to suppress them!"

So he made a choice without hesitation.

Every commander, or the commander-in-chief's unique skill, is the situation of soldiers.

However, unlike the normal pawn formation of the Han Dynasty, Moro used a pawn formation that was closer to the mythical record of relying on the courage of gods and Buddhas to attack.

Although the form is slightly different, the core point is still the same, which is to gather the strongest strength of one's own side and stab at the vital points of the place.

Gathering eight hundred gods and Buddhas together with a group of guards based on grassroots officers, Mo Luo moved towards Guo Ziyi with an unparalleled drive to mow the grass.

"Prepare to kill them!" Guo Ziyi smiled. He had long expected that these arrogant gods and Buddhas would use such a method to put all their eggs in one basket.

The decision to attack the northern line of Guishuang took away all the army souls, but there was one exception, and that was Ju Yi's first dead soldier.

Because Ju Yi's army soul can switch back and forth between the euphorbia soldier and the Xiandeng dead soldier, but they cannot be shared at the same time, so leaving the Xiandeng dead soldier on Nangui's side and handing it over to Guo Ziyi's command can be regarded as leaving for him. A hole card.

A military soul corps can still affect the battlefield situation to a certain extent.

However, in the face of the melee of hundreds of thousands of troops, the army soul can't control too much, so Guo Ziyi has always kept it by his side.

But now, all the waiting is worth it.

What is the best way to deal with the pawn situation?
That is to blow the opponent directly with a head-on blow.

"Prepare!"

The Xiandeng dead soldiers calmly raised the heavy crossbow in their hands, and the power of the military soul turned into scarlet silk threads and wound towards their crossbow bolts.

Although they can shoot cloud and air arrows, in order to prevent some will corps from cheating by relying on the attribute of will, Ju Yiyan ordered them to mix physical arrows in the torrent of arrows.

The power of the army soul turned into arrows, and the will of revenge combined with the cloud and air arrows, which appeared on the crossbow arrows that ascended first.

There was a slight crash, and countless scarlet light arrows shot out, no matter what the cost, the ultimate skill used by the army soul was fully liberated.

Xiandeng's ultimate military soul effect with extremely violent aesthetics, the cloud-air arrow rubbing against the physical arrow, with Xiandeng's will to kill, covered the gods and Buddhas rushing in the direction of Guo Ziyi in an instant.

The torrent-like arrows washed over the charging position of the gods and Buddhas without any noise, as if

In one breath, a rain of arrows exceeding six digits was released, with both extreme speed and power.

As this torrent fell, the entire battlefield seemed to become silent. It was clear that the sounds of the Han soldiers fighting with the Guishuang Divine Guard did not stop, but the center of gravity of the battlefield fell on the place covered by the rain of arrows inexplicably.

As those scarlet arrows turned into stardust and dissipated, the charging gods and Buddhas were also revealed in front of everyone.

Mo Luo looked back at his back in disbelief, only a few of the eight hundred gods and Buddhas remained, and those Guishuang divine guards were killed by the rain of arrows long ago.

"Even if it's just me, I can kill all of you ants!"

Moro roared full of anger, he could no longer maintain his so-called divinity.

"Anger, so the so-called gods and Buddhas are also angry. Could it be out of fear of their own weakness?" Guo Ziyi reached out to pick up his weapon. He was very interested in hacking Mo Luo to death with his own hands.

So what about the top-level breakthrough, on the battlefield of melee, the strength that Mo Luo can display will not be much stronger than that of Qi Chenggang.

But at this moment, by his side, there is still a whole army of souls and his personal guards. It is not a dream to kill Mo Luo.

Ma Yan, the temporary army commander who ascended first, drew out his crossbow silently, and shot an arrow at the god and Buddha beside Mo Luo.

Even if this kind of top-level breaking was cut, he was extremely sensitive to arrows, so he simply aimed at the gods and Buddhas beside Mo Luo.

As the scarlet arrow of will pierced into itself, the black-red smoke erupted directly from the body of the god and Buddha. After struggling for a moment, he fell to the ground and lost his breath of life.

"Change weapons and get ready!" Ma Yan killed a god and Buddha with the last bit of army soul that could be mobilized, and gave orders for batches of melee siege with satisfaction.

Not to mention that Mara is just the incarnation of Vishnu. Even if Mara is really Vishnu today, the noble three-phase god in Indian mythology must remain.

"Bastard!"

Mo Luo crazily coped with the attacks from all directions, obviously no one was stronger than him, not even Guo Ziyi was his opponent.

But the attacks from all directions have already left several scars on his body, and he has even lost the power to heal these injuries.

The suppression of cloud energy caused by being besieged by the legion in the center was even more serious, as if he was about to be knocked down at any time to the point where his inner energy would become a gangster.

"Pfft~" A soldier who ascended first hugged Mo Luo's right hand desperately, followed by counting knives down.

"Hahaha, that's all!"

The first dead man hugged Mo Luo's right hand and fell down with a laugh. Mo Luo's counterattack shattered his heart. Without the spirit of the army to resist death, being able to hold on and restrict Mo Luo's movements was already his limit.

The opportunity created by several people desperately in succession was captured by the strongest Guo Ziyi!

Without the slightest awe, the so-called killing of gods is at this very moment!
Guo Ziyi's spear pierced Moro's head accurately, but when Moro fell down, the phantom Moro emerged from Arvind's body.

"We will meet again!" Mo Luo glared at Guo Ziyi, as if he wanted to remember Guo Ziyi's appearance firmly.

"The undead don't come out to make trouble!" Guo Ziyi wiped away the illusory Mo Luo.

Up to now, although they don't know the specific details of the situation of these gods and Buddhas, they have been able to guess a general idea.

A group of illusory hairy gods parasitic on human beings, the so-called resurrection is nothing more than two individuals, although it is difficult to determine whether similar individuals with all memories are considered as one person.

But what Guo Ziyi can be sure of is that the Moro he sees next time is definitely not the guy who rose from Arvind's corpse in front of him.

"It seems that you guys lost!" Guo Hao who was above the sky laughed.

"It's just an experiment, the real trial will start in Peshawar!" Vishnu said neither sad nor happy, Mara is his incarnation, and death is nothing but returning to him, there is nothing worth caring about The place.

The war below is nothing more than a meaningless trial, it is just the starting point for them to announce their arrival to the world.

These gods, Buddhas and guards who died in battle will be revived in Peshawar.

The soldiers who died in the Han Dynasty were real deaths. Consuming their opponents through war was their own strategy.

As long as there is a carrier, they can continuously produce the so-called dual-talented guards, and the retreating Oswin and other legions will become more powerful legions of gods and Buddhas in their hands.

All those who died today will be revived in Peshawar, they are inherently invincible.

Just like the original heaven, before the core is shattered, they can be resurrected infinitely. Anyway, they are parasitic in this world, and what they consume is not the power of the gods.

"When I burn Peshawar to ashes, you won't be able to laugh anymore!" Guo Hao was full of killing intent.

The fiery sun's flames spread, but the three gods had quietly left.

"Hmph!" Guo Hao snorted coldly, and he said something nicely, but he didn't just run away.

If it really waited until the clouds below dissipated, Guo Hao would bring the army underneath and directly smash the imperial will of the three human figures today.

The power of the will of the empire is very strong, but the lessons learned from the Huns and Parthia have already told the world that the will of the empire is not an indestructible existence.