Lord of the Desert

Chapter 93
Chi's team silently joined the army formation, and Chi Liangbi followed behind with his helmet in his hand.

Five or six hundred arrows, two sections of stone parapet, and 19 casualties cleared the first section of the mountain road.

Although there is no real combat, the picture of ignoring falling rocks and advancing is already enough weight.

"It's really brave to survive [-]% of the battle damage."

Hong Fan praised.

"Okay."

Hong Bo answered with a louder tone.

"Twenty percent of the casualties are unbearable, so what kind of family soldiers are there?"

Having said that, Zhu Yiqi's expressions became visibly tense.

Among the three levels of Hongduo Mountain, the second level is obviously the most difficult.

Now that Chi's family members have come down, it is very likely that he will be the one who goes up again.

"My men brought bows, but they were useless."

The wooden boards were temporarily erected on the stage, Fifth Master Chi said to everyone.

"The sand bandits are in high positions, and the lowest ones are more than ten feet high. The arrows they shoot are so fast and hard that they have no way to fight back."

"Falling rocks look scary, but in fact the aim is uncontrollable, and the threat is not as good as bows and arrows."

"The slope of the first level is still gentle; the second level is much steeper, there are many stones under the feet, and the attack and killing are more and more restricted..."

After exchanging information, Hong Jian gave Chi Liangbi a little encouragement, and then planned to determine who would attack the second team.

Just when he looked at the eldest son, Li Shenji came out instead.

"This trip was facilitated by my Li family."

"Hong Shibo was able to come because of my entrustment."

He bowed his hands to Hong Jian and looked sideways at the mountain pass.

"This is the most dangerous second battle, my Li family will do my part."

Pointing to the stage, several people felt their hearts, and they were all moved.

After getting Hong Jian's approval, Li Shenji turned to Hong Sheng again.

"This second hurdle is a narrow line of natural danger, and flying over the sea must not give up."

"I sincerely ask my younger brother to help me with the Fire Cloud Palm and break through this barrier with me!"

The voice is rough and the words are stained with blood.

Hong Sheng responded immediately.

The army formation moved slowly, and 150 soldiers from the Li family gathered at the foot of the mountain.

Hong Fan watched the elite Wudang cavalry with sword and shield passing by, but suddenly felt something.

On the altar, the branches and leaves of the Dragon Soul Tree shook, as if they saw food, or encountered the same kind.

He looked along the sensor and found two tall young men with face scarves covering the lower half of their faces in the team, one with red phoenix eyes and one with fair complexion, striding forward with the team.

Seeing him, one of them nodded slightly to him.

Hong Fan suppressed his emotions and turned his eyes away as naturally as possible, but he knew in his heart that these were the two people he sensed on Anning Street after he returned to the city after fighting Haifei for the first time.

Similarly, he was also the man behind the scenes who planned to frame him in Jiaotong Hall.

[These two are from the Li family?Or are people with foreign surnames hiding their identities by taking advantage of inappropriate riding? 】

[Wu Dang Qi is similar to Zhu Yi Qi. Most of the members are trained since childhood, eat and sleep together, and practice the same martial arts. 】

[It seems that the Li family probably knows about these two people...]

Hong Fan squinted his eyes, and his thoughts were busy for a while.

In the distance, more than 160 members of the Li family have rushed halfway through the mountain road and are approaching the second pass.

In order to maximize the killing efficiency and save materials, the bandits didn't even fire a few arrows this time.

Turning around the corner at the bottom of the word "匚", with Hong Sheng and Li Shenji in heavy armor as the front arrows, the team entered the sky.

At the same time, there were thirty majestic bandits lined up in three rows on the stone platform at the top of the mountain—they were the elite formed by Fang Tianzong before his death, and they were named "Camel Warriors".

The shortest among these people is also above 1.8 meters. All of them have developed a sense of aura, and four of them have reached the penetrating state.

At this time, they were wearing heavy armor, which can be regarded as luxurious among bandits, and each of them was carrying a steel gun and a square heavy shield on their backs.

"First team, go to 'Black Yaksha'."

With his hands behind his back, He Liangjun ordered.

The ten camel and bull warriors in the first row looked distressed, but under the watchful eyes of the second leader, none of them dared to take the black pill in their hands.

That is "black night fork".

Only a few breaths after taking the pill, all the expressions on the faces of the ten camel and bull warriors disappeared, turning into fearlessness and numbness like rotten wood and rocks.

Then, under He Liangjun's scolding, they lined up in three rows, with a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, carrying thirty light armored minions, and pushed down along a line of sky.

Between the two cliffs, there is already a bitter sea of ​​falling rocks and arrows.

In the middle of the sea of ​​bitterness, the forwards of the two armies rushed towards each other like waves.

Hong Sheng ignored Liu Ya and slowly gathered momentum, blasting out the Fire Cloud Palm with all his strength.

The invisible stream of flames drove ten meters in no time, and hit the shield wall of the Hercules head-on, first scorching the skin black, and then surging up like a tide.

The two minions in the gap in the array burned their hair and whiskers, and fell down wailing.

However, the warriors under the heavy armor ignored the burns on their skin and the back of their hands, and only paused in their steps.

Beside Hong Sheng, two Wudang riders jumped over him into the forest of spears. When the long sabers cut a gap in the big shield, they were also stabbed to break their balance and rolled to the ground.

The face is less than four meters wide, with tens of meters of solid walls on both sides, and a condescending dense gun shield array in the middle.

The battlefield is nothing like a duel.

I can't move around, the enemy can't move, and I can't even talk about flaws...

The extremely unfavorable combat terrain makes it impossible for the penetrating realm warriors to take advantage of it.

The raindrops of arrows can still be eaten by armor, but the falling rocks with a big head can't stand it even if it is unsuitable to ride.

There were bursts of thunder in the valley road, and the invisible air sword kept smashing the sandstone in the air.

Li Shenji was more than ten meters behind the battle place, and kept releasing the thunder sword.

With the support of Hunran's five meridians, every shot of his thunder sword can penetrate the heavy shield and armor, and break the flesh and joints of the camel and bull warrior.

But that's about it.

After taking black yasha, the human body has almost no perception of pain, and the sense of fear will become very weak.

Unless the Qi sword hits the heart, throat or other vital points, or the blood is drained, the camel bull warrior will continue to fight.

Tea time has passed.

The rock face was smeared with blood.

Bo Fan Ying Tian's shouts of killing gradually weakened.

Li Shenji's true energy was exhausted, his saber broke, and he fought with the short spear he picked up.

Hong Sheng's helmet was still on, and his shoulder armor was full of arrows, but when he attacked, his ankle was grabbed.

He lowered his arms, casually grabbed the disembowelled wrestler's face at his feet, and urged the soldering iron hand.

There was a sizzling sound of scorched flesh, and the ankles were immediately relieved.

In front of the two of them, the second team of camel bull warriors had three people left.

Behind the two, the corpses left by both sides covered the steep slope.

There are still more than [-] meters away from Yixiantian being killed.

Seeing that the situation was in a hurry, He Liangjun kicked open the wooden box beside him, took out one of the three human-head-sized wooden cans inside, ignited the fuse, and threw it down.

The cupping pot was falling into the middle of several undeserved riders.

Hong Sheng glimpsed it from the corner of his eye, and wanted to speak out to remind him, but it was too late.

Flames burst.

A bang that was ten times louder than the Thunder Sword swelled in the sky.

Li Shenji, who was about to stab with a spear, felt someone push his back, and staggered forward.

"firearm?"

He stood firm against the buzzing in his ears, looked back, and saw two Wudang riders a few meters away with blood on their noses and armor full of fragments of iron slag, trying to get up while grabbing the stone wall, but they couldn't.

The thunderbolt thrown by He Liangjun is actually limited in power, probably comparable to a few falling rocks.

However, the attackers were at the end of their strength, and their morale was completely wiped out by this blow.

"Back, back!"

Li Shenji threw short spears indiscriminately, picked up one of the fallen soldiers, and roared loudly.

The bandits rained arrows again.

As Hong Sheng finally turned the corner, cheers sounded from the top of the mountain, but only for a short while.

It seems to be saving energy for the next battle.

(End of this chapter)