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Chapter 114 Battlefield

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    In the big battle with tens of thousands of people, Li Yuan sat quietly on his chair.  The opponent's number was three times his, but Li Yuan didn't seem to mind.  For him, it makes little difference whether there are 30,000 people or 30,000 pigs on the opposite side.

    Li Xiaogong waved the heavy Mo Dao in his hand, shouted and led his Mo Dao battalion towards the battlefield.  These guys wore heavy stainless steel armor and held Mo Dao weighing dozens of kilograms in their hands.  Yunhao believed that if he was hit by this thing, he would be killed if not chopped to death.  I have seen these guys from Mo Dao Camp before, and they don't seem to be very strong. How can they wear such thick armor and carry such heavy weapons? This kind of thing that goes beyond common biological knowledge is really puzzling to Yunhao.

    A group of shirtless strong men rushed out from the opposite side. Being shirtless in the weather when Yunhao had already put on a sheepskin jacket definitely required a lot of courage.  It seems that these guys are not easy to deal with.

    When the two teams collided, Yunhao was so scared that he closed his eyes.

    Mo Dao Formation!

    The sunlight reflected on the blade, and a piece of silver light was like the water of scales, but it revealed endless murderous intent.

    When the Mo Dao formation formed in front and advanced horizontally.  The long-handled sword is like a wall, advancing and strangling to the rhythm of drum music. The enemy in person is simply unable to resist.

    In the battle cases recorded in history, the Modao Formation's participation in the battle played a decisive role, especially in the battle with the nomads outside the Great Wall who were good at riding and shooting.  Mo Dao changed the situation of the Chinese army with poor horses and few horses, and gave full play to the advantages of infantry. It is not uncommon for archers and Mo Dao hands to cooperate with the cavalry on the battlefield.

    Training Mo Dao Shou is several times more time-consuming than training ordinary soldiers. It will take at least two years before the soldiers can be ready to fight in battle without changing their color even if Mount Tai collapses in front of them. They are as slow as a forest, as motionless as a mountain, and as moving as thunder.  , invade like fire.  It is precisely because of this that Li Yuan asked his nephew Li Xiaogong to lead this powerful team.

    Li Xiaogong shouted, "Hey!" All the soldiers of Mo Dao Camp put down their visors and raised the huge pure steel Mo Dao in their hands.  Each handle of Mo Dao weighs more than seventy kilograms, so it can be smashed when swung.  Even if it doesn't chop you to death, it can still crush you to death.  Thousands of heavy Mo Dao were erected high, like a wall.

    The peasant army on the opposite side seemed stunned for a moment, but then there were shouts and curses in the ranks.  The team that paused for a moment immediately rushed towards Modao Camp's military formation like a tide.  Dare to hit the knife bush with their bodies, it seems that these guys are also rare warriors.

    "Brush!" The sharp Mo Dao stood like a wall, and the two heavyweight teams crashed into each other.  The dazzling sunlight reflected from the blade, piercing the eyes.  The rebels at the front widened their eyes in horror. Compared with the row of terrifying swords in front of them, the weapons in their hands became ridiculous toys.  There was no time to have any extra thoughts, and he still rushed forward with big strides, and a dazzling sword light struck him head-on.

    The swordsmen began to move forward step by step to the rhythm of the war drums, swinging their swords, chopping down, stepping, and swinging their swords again

    Yunhao opened his mouth wide and looked at everything in front of him in horror.  The remaining limbs were dancing wildly, blood was flying, and the strong smell of blood was blown towards him by the cold wind.  Yunhao was shocked when he came to the battlefield for the first time. He had thought about the cruelty of the battlefield but never expected it to be so cruel.

    The Mo Swordsmen advanced like a wall, invincible and those who stood in their way were shattered.  The huge Mo Dao array is like a huge meat grinder. The Mo Dao rises and falls one after another, harvesting people's lives. Between the swings of the Mo Dao, it strangles everything, leaving a patch of flesh and blood wherever they pass.  .

    The spear looked like chopsticks in front of Mo Dao, and the giant shield looked like paper in front of Mo Dao.  Even the strongest warrior was struck by Mo Dao.  The huge inertia will split the spear in half, and then blood will rise to the sky like a spring.

    The iron shoes "click" and "click" stepped over the still spasming muscles, and Mo Dao waved another handful of blood into the air again.

    I don¡¯t know what Wu Duan¡¯er¡¯s state of mind is. Yunhao, standing next to Li Yuan, feels his stomach cramping.  Despite my best efforts, I couldn't control my stomach.  The morning food was poured out without any reservation. Not everyone can be like Li Yuan, even when the mountain collapses in front of him, his face remains unchanged.

    Li Yuan glanced at Yun Hao lightly, said nothing but turned his head and continued to look at the battlefield.  Yunhao even noticed that he took a deep breath, as if he was extremely passionate about the strong smell of blood.  This guy is a pervert!

    Since ancient times, heroes have never been kind!  All the founders of a country must be ruthless people, Yunhao now believes it.

    "I don't know what material these Mo Dao camp's heavy armors are made of. When an arrow hits a white dot, it bounces away.  The sharp three-sided penetrating cone has become blunt.  The spear was stabbed in the chest. Amidst the sparks, it either broke or was shaken and flew away.

     When Yunhao straightened up again, Mo Daoying had already crushed those majestic rebels like a giant beast.  The ground was littered with broken corpses, with blood and colorful internal organs flying everywhere.  After the yellow soil in Jinzhong was watered with blood, it turned out to be a strange purple color.

    The iron shoes stepped on it, making a "hiss" and "hiss" sound.  With every step he took, a fountain of blood could be squeezed out of the soil.

    Li Yuan¡¯s face remained calm, as if nothing on the battlefield could shake his expression.  Li Yuan now definitely has the domineering power of a generation of heroes.

    Arrows began to be fired from the opposite side in an attempt to block Li Xiaogong's Mo Dao camp.  Unfortunately, those arrows hitting Mo Daoying's body seemed to hit a rock.  No, that gleaming armor seemed harder than stone.  Even a crossbow machine with powerful penetrating power could not penetrate the armor.

    With the beat of the drums, the Modao camp soldiers in the front row slowly retreated.  The Modao camp soldiers in the back row held Modao and walked to the front row, waiting for the next round of massacre.

    The heavy Mo Dao brings huge lethality, but it also consumes a lot of physical strength.  Li Xiaogong lifted up his visor and took off the intestines hanging from his shoulders.  His tongue lolled out like a dog and he gasped. Anyone who could hack him dozens of times with a seventy-pound sword would become like this.

    The thunderous footsteps sounded, and the rebels rushed forward crazily.  Li Xiaogong spat, shouted and put his mask back on.  He is the commander-in-chief and cannot rest like others.

    The rebels had to fight because they had no way out.  Li Er and Li Jiancheng, with their cavalry, have cut off their retreat. Only by defeating the enemy in front of them can there be any hope of survival.  They are not afraid of death. When people cannot survive, the choice of rebellion is death or death.  Every rebel wants to use his own life to fight for a chance of survival.

    The moment the two teams met, blood surged like a volcano erupting.  The tragedy is doomed, but it is still a bit tragic when it is staged!

    When Li Er and Li Jiancheng led the cavalry to charge from behind the rebels, Yunhao knew that everything was over.  Death is destined to be today's theme, and the land in front of you will be covered with blood and corpses.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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