Chapter 170 The Undead Legion! The Holy Legion!

The uniform steps of the black-robed army resounded in this mountainous area.

The army in black robes, which had been stationed for a day and a night without eating a bite or peeing, was now marching forward again.

Every step and the distance traveled are exactly the same.

And on the edge of the mountain col, dozens of ghostly figures were sneaking at extremely fast speeds.

At the same time, rows of crossbowmen were ready on the high ground on both sides.

Lin Dong was preparing to lead a force to attack and test, and the men on the high ground provided him with cover.

"Brother Lin, this incision is good."

The words just came out.

Lin Dong's figure had already rushed out, and dozens of people rushed straight to the left end of the black-robed army.

Almost at the moment Lin Dong rushed out, crossbow arrows fell from the high ground on both sides, covering the area where Lin Dong and dozens of people rushed to kill him.

Lin Dong held a short knife and slashed the neck of the man in black robe in front of him.

However, the moment the weapons came into contact.

What came out was not the sound of flesh and blood, but more like the sonorous sound of the handover of weapons.

'How can it be?!'

How could there be a clanging sound when a knife falls on someone's body?!

The moment the knife fell, the black robe of the man in black robe in front of him was blown away with his backhand.

Lin Dong's pupils shrank sharply.

Under this black robe, there are actually white bones!

A dozen other people all encountered the same situation. Under their opened black robes, there were all white bones that contrasted with the dim light.

Moreover, these bones can be restored again after being scattered.

This black-robed army can be described as the 'immortal bone army'.

"retreat!"

Without any hesitation, Lin Dong immediately gave the order.

The reason why he attacked forcefully was because the black-robed army was tightly defended and there was no way he could capture one or two quietly.

Now that we have figured out the true face of these black robes.

The top priority is to spread the news to the Ming army in Dayanhe.

However, just as Lin Dong and others were about to retreat, the group of black-robed and white-skinned people had already surrounded the dozens of people.

"Cover for Brother Lin!"

The elite Dragon Shadow Guards around Lin Dong all roared and rushed forward regardless of their own safety, opening up a way for Lin Dong to survive.

He gritted his teeth and his eyes were red.

Lin Dong did not act like a child, and took advantage of the gap opened by his brothers to rush out as fast as possible. This news must be passed to the Ming army on the Dayan River.

Otherwise, if such an immortal skeleton army appeared in Dayan River, it would be an extremely fatal blow to the unprepared Ming army.

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Dayanhe battlefield.

The violent wind and rain continued. Even with Liu Rixin and other No. 30 Xuantian Supervisors casting spells and formations to help, the river was still filled with corpses, and a human bridge made of corpses was almost formed.

Among Zhu Di's armies, he naturally saw the battle at Dayanhe.

"Instruct the Shenji Battalion to bombard the enemy's corpses with artillery."

Although it is very inhumane to say this.

But now there is no other way. The only way is to use cannons to blast the corpses of these Timur soldiers to pieces and let them flow with the rushing river. Only in this way can this human bridge be destroyed.

After a military order, the Shenji Battalion's guns suddenly no longer aimed at Timur's army on the other side, but instead turned towards the floating corpses in the river.

Thousands of artillery fires were fired, and countless blood mist was splashed. Even if it rained heavily, it could not be washed away.

Within dozens of miles of the Dayan River, whenever one takes a deep breath, one's nose is filled with the smell of blood.

On the other side, inside the cripple's marching camp.

The cripple's face looked extremely ugly at this time.

Six hours have passed since he ordered the storm across the river, but the army still hasn't moved any closer.

Within the camp, several marching marshals stood tremblingly, their foreheads covered with cold sweat.

There was a head rolling on the ground.

That is the head of the marching commander Black Tower.

This cripple is really a damn ruthless person. He kills the coach on the spot and kills him as he is told, without any trace of ink.

"Abir."

The lame man spoke calmly.

Among these deputy commanders, there was a middle-aged man with a hooked nose, and he was also the only man with a cold expression from beginning to end.

"The end will be here."

The lame man glanced at the hooked nose and his voice was cold.

"I order you to be the marching commander. I will give you another six hours. If the battle does not advance, your head will be the one that rolls to the ground."

This expressionless face with a hooked nose revealed a confident smile.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I only need three hours."

After saying that, the hook-nosed man turned around proudly, looking confident.

Although several other deputy commanders thought that Abir was bragging, since someone stepped forward to shoulder the blame, why not do it? They all breathed a sigh of relief and were glad that they were not chosen, so they followed him one after another.

Lame Timur looked at the human head on the ground with disgust. The waiter quickly put it away, hugged Heita's head and ran out.

"National Master, where are the Holy Legion?"

After the lame man finished all this, he looked at the beautiful blond woman sitting beside him.

From the time the lame man summoned Heita into the camp, to the time he beheaded the coach, the blond woman didn't say a word, and didn't even open her eyes.

"When His Majesty wants me to take action, the Holy Legion will appear."

Still not opening his eyes, he answered the lame man's words with his eyes closed.

Although the lame man was unhappy with this woman's attitude towards him, he still accepted it.

In his heart, the lame man had fantasized about how many times he would fuck this blonde woman up three times.

Half an hour later.

In the Ming army commander's tent, Zhu Di and Chang Mao were conducting a sand table deduction.

It was the two of them who really decided the entire Ming army's battle plan. As for the two princes Zhu Kai and Zhu Clan, although they had high positions, they did not have the right to command the army.

"Your Highness, the enemy's tactics have suddenly changed."

Chang Mao said in a condensed voice.

He still addressed Zhu Di as His Highness.

In fact, everyone knows that with the current trend, it will be a matter of time before Zhu Di returns to the position of prince.

However, when others call him "Your Highness", it is to flatter Zhu Di, but Chang Mao does not need to flatter him at all. He calls him "Your Highness" purely for the sake of friendship between the two.

"Um."

Zhu Di nodded.

Just half an hour ago, Timur's army, which was attacking like crazy, suddenly stopped its offensive.

It was silent for a while, and people didn't know what to do.

"The spies came to report that the enemy commander was beheaded."

Zhu Laosi added, which made Chang Mao stunned.

People often say that it is extremely unlucky to kill a general in the middle of battle.

But this lame man is lucky, he doesn't kill the general, he kills the coach.

"If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move."

Zhu Di said in a condensed voice.

As a defender, you can only make corresponding changes based on the opponent's offensive method.

"Um."
To be continued...