Chapter 1783: Last twenty heads

"A hundred people can be a disciple ..."
Zhang Xing hurriedly holding the three-meter tomahawk.
(Body sh n) Dozens of eyes stared at him.
"Well! Yeah, for the time being I settled in Bai Huzong, and slowly understand the situation of this so-called continent of the gods."
Zhang Xing had a decision in his heart, and his steps were fast.
The forward battalion has a total of ten battalions, each with 100,000 people.
They formed a diamond team.
The first three battalions are the main attack, the middle four battalions are responsible for the flanks, and the last three battalions are behind.
The Suzaku Forward Battalion forms a flexible and flexible tri-ring team.
When the two teams were 100 meters apart, the soldiers of the first three battalions of the White Tiger raised their tomahawks at the same time.
"attack!"
Three deafening sounds came.
Uh ...
Three hundred thousand fighting spirits emanated from the tomahawk.
Fighting through the air produced a violent booming sound and went straight to the soldiers of Suzaku Forward Battalion.
Humph!
The three leaders of the Suzaku Forward Battalion snorted and issued an attack order.
Three hundred thousand swords were facing the wind, and they immediately collided with the axe.
Suddenly, the two armies burst into smoke!
"Change formation!"
Just when both sides couldn't see each other.
The White Tiger Army's diamond-shaped battle array quickly turned right to 90 degrees overall.
Become horizontally facing Suzaku.
Like the hour and minute hands, they centered on the fourth battalion in the middle, and the first three and the last three battalions flew and rotated as a whole.
"attack!"
Just before the smoke and dust completely dispersed, Bai Hujun issued another attack order!
Five hundred thousand axe shadows broke through the smoke and screamed all the way to Suzaku Army.
"Hmm! Are all old opponents, can't you save effort?"
Suzaku Jun has also completed a formation, forming a battle line.
Five hundred thousand swords were also shot at the same time.
After another violent explosion, the two sides never changed.
They fought thousands of times and were familiar with each other's strengths and tactics.
Playing like this is just a bit of momentum.
The next moment is the time when the soldiers meet.
The deaths and injuries of soldiers on both sides began here.
Zhang Xing carried a three-meter tomahawk, as long as it was a Suzaku soldier who was close to him, all beheaded.
Those who fled did not pursue.
His revealed state is the elementary sage state, and if he drags on the battle again, it will be doubtful.
Therefore, like the old oil soldiers, he is never hesitant to follow the big troops.
Of course, he still can't forget the income.
After three hours, the soldiers between the two sides were killed or injured.
The overall formation was completely chaotic.
At this time, it was basically a single soldier.
No one cares about anyone. All they think about is one sentence, alive, (kill sha) the enemy!
The number of people in the 10th Battalion dropped sharply by half.
According to Zhang Xing's experience, it is time for the two sides to withdraw their troops and trim.
But the so-called voter heads are still twenty.
Just in front of him was a particularly brave Suzaku soldier squad, numbering about thirty.
A junior holy man led a team, in which a large number of Tenth Battalion soldiers have been killed.
"Zhang Xing, go and get rid of that Holy Captain!"
Captain Li He, the team to which Zhang Xing belongs, ordered.
Zhang Xing did not respond, and without Li He said, he also planned to get rid of those people (dry gan) to make up for the head count.
Looking at Zhang Xing's slow forward, Li He flashed in the cold light.
"Everyone follow me and go there to support!"
Li He pointed the way away from Zhang Xing.
This......
More than forty soldiers under Li He stunned.
They looked at Zhang Xing's back and looked at Li He.
Everyone remained silent, and turned (sh n) to leave.