Daye twelve years, July 20.
At a quarter of an hour, by the Pengze River.
The golden sunlight shone on the surface of the water, making it sparkle.
"Young Marshal, Poyang has sent someone!"
Fu Junhao's beautiful eyes narrowed as she spoke softly.
"Yes!"
At the foot of Oolong Mountain, Kuo Zhong and the others looked down from above. Boats appeared on the wide river.
In an instant, thousands of boats crossed the river, and thousands of sails stood in the air. One after another, Poyang Gang disciples disembarked and disembarked.
On the beach that stretched for more than ten miles, black figures appeared one after another. Soon, they became the only color in the world.
This scene made the Song siblings look very serious. At least tens of thousands of people, or even hundreds of thousands of people, were mobilized from Poyang Sect.
"Young Master Ling."
"We can let our people show their faces now.”
Kuo Zhong ordered with deep eyes.
"Yes."
Xu Zhiling's expression turned serious, and he immediately turned around and went down the mountain.
A moment later.
Black armored figures surged out from Oolong Mountain and gathered together to form a formation, forming a sharp contrast with the Poyang Gang members who stood in front of them. The young marshal held a square with black golden threads on the side, and the word " Kou " was sewn in the middle with bright red threads. He stood quietly on the spot.
"Brother Kou."
"Are you kidding me?"
Song Shidao's mouth was agape as he pointed at the marshal's army at the foot of the mountain. His voice was trembling.
There were at most a few thousand people, but there were tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people on the other side.
"Brother Song."
"You and Miss Song will stay here and watch.”
"Watch as I flatten Peng Lizhe today. Watch as I make the world have one more duke!”
Kuo Zhong's figure had already disappeared from the foot of Dark Dragon Mountain as he finished speaking confidently.
In its place was a five-foot-long and three-foot-high triangular flag raised by the marshal's army. There were teeth on both sides of the flag, which were yellow, green, white, and black. The teeth were of the same color as the flag and different colors. The center of the flag was embroidered with a flying dragon pattern, and the side of the flag was embroidered with a flame pattern. There were streamers on it.
That was the flag of the central army!
"He…"
If they hadn't spent so many days together, Song Shidao would have thought that Kuo Zhong had gone crazy.
However, Song Yuzhi's eyes kept flashing with splendor as she said inexplicably,""Big brother, he will win."
.........
At the same time.
Most of the disciples of Poyang Sect had already gone ashore and gathered around Lin Shihong, forming an army ten times larger than the marshal's army.
"Hahaha!"
"Look at those guys. They don't think they can deal with us with just a few people, do they?”
Pointing at the marshal's army in front of him, Lin Shihong laughed out loud. His wild laughter spread throughout the entire Pengze River.
The 100,000 disciples of Poyang Sect laughed non-stop, their faces filled with contempt and disdain for the marshal's army.
Cui Jixiu, the military advisor of Poyang Sect, looked at the black army formation that seemed to be one. He couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. The young marshal's army was even more elite than the Sui army he had seen before. Would they really win?
"Pass down the order, all troops attack!"
"Those who kill Kou Zhong and Xu Zhiling will be rewarded with a thousand gold and the top card of Spring Apricot Pavilion!”
With a wave of his hand, Lin Shihong drew his sword and pointed it at the marshal.
"Kill!"
All the Poyang disciples present were attracted by this generous reward.
Tens of thousands of people had bloodshot eyes as they brandished all kinds of sabers and spears and charged at the commander's formation.
Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi, who were watching the battle at the foot of Oolong Mountain, couldn't help but break out in cold sweat for Kuo Zhong and Xu Zhiling.
"Humph."
Seeing this.
Kuo Zhong, who was sitting on the horse's back, snorted coldly and said disdainfully,""A motley crew."
"Pass down the order, the light soldiers retreat, and the archers advance!”
"Yes, sir!"
The guard instantly waved the flag.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Three thousand light soldiers wielding Yanling sabers retreated to the flanks, while two thousand archers advanced.
Among them, one hundred divine arm crossbowmen knelt on one knee, half-squatting and aiming.
The 1,800 archers held their horn bows and nocked the arrows with their index fingers.
"Ta Ta…"
Tens of thousands of Poyang disciples dressed in all kinds of clothes charged forward crazily. Their footsteps caused the ground to tremble violently, and the gravel kept jumping.
However, the 5,000 soldiers of the major general's army did not change their expressions and their hearts did not beat faster. They just stared straight ahead.
When the distance between the two sides was less than 400 meters, Lieutenant Xie Yingdeng gave an order,""Shoot!"
"Xiu! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
One hundred Divine Arm Crossbowmen instantly pulled the trigger.
Hundreds of steel bolts pierced through the air and headed straight for the Poyang disciples.
"Ah?"
"Puchi!"
Accompanied by a shrill scream.
The Poyang disciple at the front was pierced through by the steel bolt from the Divine Arm Crossbow.
The powerful momentum allowed the crossbow bolts to pierce through several Poyang disciples in a row, causing blood to spurt out continuously.
However, this was just the beginning. As the Poyang disciples from all directions poured in, the distance between them grew closer and closer. They were already within 300 meters.
"Xiu! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The 1,800 horned archers who had been waiting for a long time quickly shot out their arrows.
Nearly 2,000 arrows gathered in the sky to form a steel barrage that enveloped the Poyang disciples in front of them.
Under the reflection of the sunlight, the steel arrowhead emitted a chilling and murderous aura.
"Whoosh!"
A wave of arrows fell.
The large group of Poyang disciples who were charging at the front were directly pierced through and fell to the ground.
However, the archers of the major general's army were still shooting non-stop. The speed of the horn bow was even faster than the divine arm crossbow.
In an instant, the arrows covered the sky and covered the earth, covering the disciples of Poyang.
According to the arrangement of the major general's troops, an archer's bag of arrows contained thirty arrows. Usually, when one fell, the other would have already been shot out.
"Ah?"
Wails and screams rose and fell.
Those crazy Poyang disciples were pierced by arrows, and blood flowed out.
If they were pierced by arrows, it would usually be a momentary pain, but if they were pierced by arrows, it would be a constant pain. Some people were even directly hit by seven or eight arrows. They fell into a pool of blood like hedgehogs, their eyes wide open and filled with unwillingness.
Although Poyang Sect had conquered the entire Poyang County and governed seven counties, Lin Shihong did not know how to manage the army. He had spent a large amount of money to recruit disciples. In a short period of time, Poyang Sect had more than 100,000 members. It seemed huge, but it was already weak on the inside.
Less than 10,000 of these 100,000 disciples were wearing armor, and they were not wearing iron armor, but ordinary leather armor.
At such a close distance, the leather armor could not defend against the arrows shot by the horn bow, let alone resist the divine arm crossbow.
Wave after wave of Poyang disciples were shot into bloody gourds, and more than ten thousand corpses fell in front of the marshal's army.
This scene rendered the Song siblings at the foot of Oolong Mountain speechless.
Facing the archers of the marshal's army, the Poyang disciples were like live targets, sending them up one by one.
"Continue charging!"
Lin Shihong watched as his subordinates were shot to death. His eyes were bleeding, but he suppressed the anger in his chest and continued to give orders.
Although the military advisor Cui Jixiu was heartbroken, he knew that he could only force himself to charge forward and interrupt the archers of the marshal's army to win.
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