Chapter 8: Battlefield Slaughter

  "Boss, I don't know if the Ghost Tribe is just bluffing and won't actually attack!" Lao Jiu asked Jin Da Tongdao, who was standing in front of him on the black wall of Hei Bi City. They had been preparing for battle here for several days, but had never left the city walls, which was really boring.

  "I won't. I've been here for over two years now. The demon tribe is known for their straightforwardness, unlike our human tribe who likes to play tricks. Their ordinary soldiers seem worthless and aren't afraid of fighting at all. Only when they reach the level of Demon Guard or above are they valued by the upper echelons. So they must be coming." Jin Datong shook his head.

  The sky was again falling with goose feather-like snow, covering the entire sky. If it were in a previous life, such harsh weather would not only make battle impossible, but even the cold air could freeze people stiff. However, the soldiers of this world had robust bodies and remained agile and full of vitality even in the icy snow, most of them wearing thin cotton clothes, and some with high cultivation wore only a thin armor suit.

  At midnight, the setting sun desert seemed to rise with endless black fog, and the silver-white icy world spread out in clusters. It looked eerie and abnormal.

  "Watch out, the Ghost Tribe soldiers are coming!" The camp commander Wang Zhi reminded in a low voice, and everyone suddenly woke up with a start, standing up from their drowsiness and looking forward.

  The fog surged, spreading across the silver-white snowy ground like a demon dancing inside. The vague figures gradually floated out, occasionally revealing a dark red glow.

  "Hiss, hiss, hiss!" Three red glows rose into the air, followed by a bright red light ball floating in mid-air, illuminating the dark walls below and lighting up the battlefield space of over ten kilometers, making it extremely dazzling in the night sky filled with dancing snowflakes.

  "Flaming Fire Symbol!" muttered Wang Zhi from a distance. Guo Fei turned his head to look, and several kilometers away from their defensive position, on top of a watchtower, an old man wearing the attire of the Lord's Manor was standing there, holding three crushed jade talismans in his hand.

  The ghost tribe saw the flames rising into the sky, and let out a sharp, mournful howl that was like crying but not quite, like laughing but not quite, making people who heard it tremble with fear. Guo Fei deeply understood what it meant to have a mournful cry like a wolf's howl.

  The soldiers of the demon tribe heard the howling and rushed out of the fog, charging towards the black wall. Rows of skull soldiers ran silently on the thick snow. From above the black wall, they looked like a group of white ants, swarming in.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!" On the city wall in the middle of the black wall, a fierce drumbeat shook the nine heavens and shocked the earth.

  "Release the arrow!" A fifty-year-old man wearing golden armor on the black wall of the city shouted, his voice shaking the earth, drifting out for tens of kilometers, making Guo Fei secretly marvel at how much energy it took to have such power.

  People nearby whispered that this person was Dingguo Gong Zhao Anyu, the father of Zhao Xue. Guo Fei secretly paid attention, but judging from the man's voice, his cultivation was not low.

  "Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!" Rockets filled the sky with meteor-like flames, shooting out and landing among the army of skulls.

  For these skulls, what they fear most is pure Yang damage. With just a single arrow, it's hard to hurt them. Instead, fire poses a greater threat to them. However, on this snowy night with snowflakes dancing in the sky, the effect of flames is greatly discounted. The sparks are extinguished as soon as they touch the ground.

  "Infantry battalion, charge!"

  Then a loud shout. The drumbeat changed its rhythm, and the flag language struck out a signal. One by one, the gates on the black wall opened, and the infantry camp rushed out.

  "Brothers, old rules, follow me closely, don't get scattered. Old Nine will pick up soul crystals when he has the chance. The rest of you brothers take care of each other, safety first." Jin Datong was indeed experienced after mixing here for two years, and he quietly instructed Guo Fei and the other nine people to follow behind Wang Ying's personal guard team and charged out.

  Guo Fei's palms were slightly sweaty, he weighed his Xuan Tie sword, his mood was tense and excited, his body felt a bit weak, such a scene was unimaginable even in dreams, yet it was laid out before his eyes, a battle of hundreds of thousands of people.

  "Boom!" The ghost tribe's skull soldiers and the human infantry collided like two raging rivers, instantly stirring up the snowflakes in the sky and bursting out waves of bloody rain.

  Jin Datong led Guo Fei and others to form a triangular formation. According to the established order, Guo Fei's battalion was on the left side of several dozen infantry battalions in front of Hei Bi. As soon as Jin Datong rushed out of Hei Bi, he led the crowd to charge diagonally to the left, rather than bravely forward.

  "Brothers, this is not the time to show off our prowess. We'll rush to the edge of the battlefield and clash with the Ghost Tribe's Skull Soldiers again soon. If we enter the center of the battlefield, we'll be surrounded by enemies on all sides. Even if we have bodies made of gold and iron, we can still be crushed." Jin Datong chuckled to himself, speaking in a low voice as he led the nine others in a charge towards the side, seemingly unnoticed by anyone amidst the chaotic battle as they sprinted diagonally towards the edge of the battlefield.

  His smile made Guo Fei's tense mood gradually relax. In his heart, he inexplicably felt a sense of admiration for Jin Da Tong, who had been able to survive on this battlefield for two years and still be so carefree. His mental strength and survival skills were truly exceptional.

  If it were Guo Fei himself, he would definitely rush to the middle section with the main force without understanding what was going on. It's not that Guo Fei is particularly patriotic, but rather he didn't even realize there was a problem. That's experience, combat experience.

  A team of ten people on the crowded battlefield, withstood the impact of the left and right battalion formations, stumbled to the edge of the battlefield, and began to look for a ghost tribe skull soldier to fight. At this time, the battlefield had already entered a chaotic melee of one-on-one combat.

  Due to the long-term training, the ten people stuck together tightly, without separating. In front of them were scattered skeleton soldiers, who were fighting against human warriors. As small soldiers, Guo Fei and others did not understand the overall situation on the battlefield, their only goal was to kill the enemy in front of them.

  The entire formation turned into an irregular ellipse, with Guo Fei and Jin Da Tong as the main attacking force, leaving their backs to be guarded by their teammates. Lao Jiu took advantage of the gap to pick up the soul crystal.

  At first, Guo Fei's hands and feet were a bit uncoordinated, after all, he had little experience and still had some fear in his heart, but it quickly dissipated. The hundred or so jin of the Xuan Tie sword in his hand danced like a whirlwind, its heavy blows chopping down on the skull's bone knife, instantly cutting off the skull's knife and splitting its body in two.

  Once invincible, the skull is now vulnerable to a single blow. The sword technique taught by Wen Shu excels in speed, and when combined with Guo Fei's heavy sword, it is most suitable for close combat on a crowded battlefield.

  Guo Fei quickly grasped the killing technique, unleashing swift, ruthless, and powerful moves with precision. His sword was as fast as the wind, his mind calm and deadly, without a hint of hesitation. Gradually, his sword seemed to merge completely with his body, like an extension of himself.

  Jin Datong pulled Guo Fei into the team, but in fact, five people initially opposed it. After all, Guo Fei had never participated in a big battle and lacked experience, so they were afraid he would drag them down. Moreover, they also had to hand over the Soul Crystal to the camp commander as tribute. The Soul Crystal was the team's collective wealth, which was exchanged for with their lives.

  At this time, seeing Guo Fei's performance, the few who opposed him were thoroughly convinced, and the team formation gradually changed, gradually taking Guo Fei as the leader, moving with Guo Fei's killing and charging.

  However, Guo Fei also discovered a problem. The heat flow in the body was not like in the game, where as long as you didn't die, it seemed to never run out. In reality, it wasn't possible. The heat flow transformed from the sword shadow in his body seemed to gradually weaken with consumption. As the heat flow weakened, his physical strength began to decline.

  The method of breathing taught by Wen Shu was taking effect at this moment, and the feeling that had not been obvious before now seemed to be able to absorb a stream of air from the air, which slowly replenished the sword shadow heat flow, but the recovery speed was far from reaching the consumption speed.

  Even so, Guo Fei seemed a bit "abnormal" in the eyes of several people. The rest of them were just defending and were already panting with exhaustion.

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