The Monk

Chapter 423: War

Thirty miles to the west, hundreds of thousands of people gathered, implying endless murderous intent. Was it a war or a military exercise? Zhang was afraid of bringing people closer to that side. After a few breaths, I arrived nearby and saw hundreds of thousands of troops fighting ten miles ahead. The battle lines were lined up horizontally, and the two groups were killing each other in a lively manner. This made him a little puzzled. How could a country three thousand miles away be fought so fiercely?

The armies on both sides wore heavy armor. One side had black armor, about 50,000 people; the other side had blue armor, about 80,000 people. They either held thick swords or single-handled long hammers and fought bravely. The sound of weapons clashing and chopping armor sounded like many blacksmiths forging iron. Although the black armor team has a small number of people, it does not seem to be inferior at all in terms of the scene.

Zhang Ai looked strange. He had never seen anyone fighting like this. Attack relied on swords and sledgehammers, and protection relied on armor. It was all real contact and collision. Although the broadsword is sharp and the sledgehammer is powerful, the heavy armor is stronger, especially the vital joints are thickened. The mask in front of the hooded helmet is made of iron, leaving only two eyes exposed. He could clearly see that one person was slashing at the opponent with a big knife, and the blade was a minute deep. The opponent was fine, but he used a sledgehammer to hit him with his backhand, which showed how thick the armor was.

Zhang Tianfang sighed with emotion: "I admire you. Two groups of turtles are attacking each other to see whose shell is harder." Fang Jian was also surprised: "A suit of armor and weapons together weigh less than three hundred kilograms. These people are really strong." Infantry wearer He was heavily armored and had poor physical strength, so even wielding a sword was a problem, but with hundreds of thousands of people in front of him he was very strong, and he could move around easily.

It seems that the generals on both sides care about the lives of their soldiers, otherwise they would not arm their troops with heavy armor. Thousands of sets of heavy armor are all money. Because of their thick clothing, most of the soldiers were not directly hacked or smashed to death, but were shocked to death. The helmet is strong, but the human head is not that strong. Once the hammer hits the target, it is common for the orifices to bleed.

Smoke and dust were everywhere in the killing field, and countless lifeless bodies were hidden under the smoke. In the smoke and dust, the armies of both sides were in a stalemate.

Zhang Ping sighed, wherever he went, there would be chaos. He was so evil that he even got into two fights when going out to sea in a boat. Watching soldiers from both sides harvesting lives from each other, I felt a little unbearable. The horror on the battlefield is unimaginable unless you see it with your own eyes. He wanted to stop the war between the two sides, but he opened his mouth but no sound came out. If you want to fight, just fight. The battle between the two major forces must be at the cost of bloodshed. As long as the winner is not decided, the battle will never stop. What's more, how can he stop it? Can you give me a few words of advice? The question is who will listen? Will these murderous gods who don't even want their lives listen to your wordy words?

After a moment of hesitation, hundreds more people died on the battlefield. He did not shout the Buddha's name in vain: "Amitabha, sin, sin." Zhang Ai immediately found an excuse for himself, and he decided to stop the war. Even if the soldiers die tomorrow, it is still good if they can live one more day. When they live, they have hope and a future. If they die, even the nothingness belongs to others.

He asked the girls to stop where they were, and he put on a suit of Fushen armor and rushed into the battlefield. He wanted to kill the leading general and force both sides to retreat.

There is a large battle group in the middle of the battlefield. Dozens of fierce generals are fighting hard in the battle group. The most fierce ones are two tall men. They are not wearing armor and are bare-chested. One of them is swinging a thick iron rod, and the other is holding a pair of iron rods. The huge hammer made a clanging sound. Zhang feared without talking nonsense, walked through the soldiers and entered the battle group, and then gave one of them a fair slap, and the two generals died.

The general died in battle, and the guards and generals around him came running like crazy.

Zhang Ai glanced at everyone with his compassionate eyes and shouted: "Stop all of you! Your boss is dead!" The crazy guards turned a deaf ear and kept on foot, raising their knives in the air and rushing towards them risking their lives.

Zhang Awei looked at their bravery and fearlessness and said softly: "Since you want to die, I will help you." With his palms like butterflies piercing flowers, he walked gracefully among the crowd, and then he heard a constant banging sound. Most of the two generals' escorts and generals died at the same time. Those gentle palms were more powerful than a sledgehammer. They shattered heavy armor and took away their lives.

Then he spread the wings on his back and flew ten meters high with his body, shouting angrily: "Get back quickly." This time the shouting had an effect. The soldiers on both sides were stunned at first, and someone shouted: "Cultivator!"

The general was killed, and a cultivator appeared on the battlefield. All the soldiers knew that there was no chance of winning the battle, and their desire to kill gradually faded away. They retreated and formed a formation about a mile away. The soldiers on both sides actually stopped and couldn't leave.

Do you still want to fight? Zhang was afraid that he was a little angry. Why didn't these people know what to do? He yelled again: "Are you still not leaving? Are you waiting to die?"

The sound was loud and the momentum was astonishing, but the soldiers on both sides remained unmoved. Each team had a sounding arrow flying into the air, exploding a cloud of thick black smoke that lingered for a long time, and the loud sound of the sounding arrow exploding could be heard far away.

Hey, call for help? Zhang was very interested and looked in both directions. He must be a cultivator, but he didn't know what his strength was.

Before the black smoke in the sky cleared, cultivators had already arrived. Three people from each side flew over, and the finished fonts stopped in the sky above their respective armies. When they were sent down, someone reported the details, and then they saw six people and twelve eyes looking at Zhang Ain.

Zhang Ai's spiritual consciousness scanned them, and they were all monks with high-level pill-forming cultivation, two realms lower than himself. So he felt relieved and asked in both directions: "What are you doing here?"

No one answered his question. The six people instantly drew their magic swords as if they were one person. Six people activated their six swords at the same time, with the target being Zhang Afraid.

Zhang was shocked, he was so fast! The six men raised their swords and stabbed, and the tip of the sword reached their bodies. What surprised him even more was that these people clearly belonged to two camps, but they worked together to deal with him, covering him with the first three swords and the last three swords. It's so weird. How can we trust each other and cooperate skillfully to kill me without passing our breath, exchanging passwords, or winking?

The situation was critical and he didn't have time to think too much, so he summoned the Fushen Sword, swung his body around, and danced the Fushen Sword to block the enemy's sword. , there were six consecutive chi chi sounds, and the six magic swords were broken. The six people stepped back, threw away the broken swords in their hands and stretched out their hands to explore. A new magic sword appeared in their palms, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Zhang Wen.

Zhang was shocked to see how they could cooperate to such an extent. If you say you haven't practiced before, you won't believe it even if you beat him to death! Maybe if the teachers come from the same school, they are basically together.

The fact is that he guessed wrong. These six people belong to two cultivation sects and are old enemies. They have never cooperated before. There was also no cooperation just now. To say cooperation, it was just cooperation between the three of them. The reason why they seem to be cooperating perfectly is because they have the same experience and determination in fighting the enemy.