Chapter 216
The Feng army was gritting their teeth and holding on. Their physical strength had long been overdrawn, and they were only relying on willpower to support themselves to fight. The Ning army was also at the end of their strength. In this close-range melee, they could neither shoot arrows nor set up formations. This was the battle that the Ning army was most reluctant to fight. Many Ning soldiers had never participated in or seen such a bloody and tragic battle in their lives.
At this time, both sides were just holding on, and they were also waiting, waiting for the other side to give up first. The battle lasted from early morning to nearly dusk. Even Tang Yin, a dark spiritual practitioner from the inner sect, could not hold on any longer. It was not because of insufficient spiritual energy, but because his physical strength had been seriously overdrawn. If the spiritual armor on his body was dispersed, it would be found that his clothes were about to drip with water at this time, which was sweat.
If the fight continued like this, not to mention the brothers below, even he himself would be exhausted to death! Tang Yin sighed in his heart, and without much consideration, he quickly withdrew from the front of his own camp. Tang Yin, as the commander, suddenly retreated, which surprised the Feng army and weakened their momentum.
The Ning army was completely different. Seeing the Feng army commander retreating on his own initiative and the person who posed the greatest threat to them running away, the Feng army was shaken. The Ning army soldiers seemed to have been injected with hormones. They all became energetic and rushed forward, shouting and killing, and forced the exhausted Feng army to retreat step by step.
Let's talk about Tang Yin. He retreated to the back of his own camp, shook his body a few times, couldn't stand up, and sat on the ground. He was a human, not a god. In such a long and fierce battle, his body couldn't bear it. Moreover, he had always been at the forefront, bearing the brunt of the Ning soldiers and generals, and his physical energy consumption was much greater than that of other Feng army soldiers.
At this time, he sat on the ground, his spiritual armor suddenly dissipated, and his sickle turned back into two ordinary scimitars. He panted and looked around. This was the rear of the Feng Army camp. He could not find a soldier who could still stand up. Wherever he looked, there were either corpses or seriously injured people on his side. The intermittent groans were like a steel needle, stimulating Tang Yin's nerves.
The battle was so hard that even Tang Yin's physical strength was exhausted. He had to retreat in the face of the battle. This was his first experience. He sat on the arrow stack, panting heavily, and sweat dripped down his face and body. It didn't take long for the wall tiles below to be wet.
At this time, someone suddenly called him, "Master Tang, are you injured too?" As the voice came, a young girl walked over quickly. Now Tang Yin saw her as a phantom. He squinted his eyes and held her out until the girl came close to him. He knew this person. It was the female doctor who had a dispute with him that day.
He had no strength to speak, but smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly.
The female doctor looked Tang Yin up and down, and indeed did not see any wounds on his body. Besides, the other Feng soldiers were covered in blood regardless of whether they were injured or not, but Tang Yin was very clean in his armor, without even a drop of blood. Seeing this, she could not help but doubt whether Tang Yin participated in the battle.
She frowned and said, "Although Lord Tang is the commander-in-chief, he should also lead by example and lead the troops, instead of hiding behind and fearing the battle!"
Knowing that she had misunderstood, Tang Yin was too lazy to explain, and had no spare energy to explain anything. He swallowed hard, moistened his throat that was about to catch fire, and raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Then, he closed his eyes and condensed his spiritual energy. Threads of black mist spread out from his body and gathered around him, condensing but not dispersing, and accumulating more and more. Not long after, the black mist condensed into a human form, turning into a person exactly like Tang Yin.
His physical strength was exhausted, but his spiritual energy was still very abundant. He could not participate in the battle himself, but he could use his shadow clone to continue on the battlefield.
The female doctor was frightened by the sudden appearance of a person. She leaned back and could not stand up. She sat on the ground with her eyes wide open, staring blankly at Tang Yin's shadow clone, unable to recover.
The shadow clone is not a real person, nor a flesh and blood body, so it is naturally not limited by physical strength. As long as the real body is not destroyed and the spiritual energy is sufficient, it can continue. After the clone was formed, he stood in place and stretched his muscles and bones, then lowered his eyes and looked at the female doctor sitting on the ground.
He laughed, walked to the female doctor, bent down, stretched out his hand and gently pinched her chin, and said faintly: "Sometimes I really doubt whether you are a doctor or not. Is your mouth used to anger people to death!"
The female doctor was even more dumbfounded. On the one hand, she was shocked and horrified by the sudden appearance of Tang Yin in front of her, and on the other hand, she was insolent and evil.
The shadow clone said nothing more, let go of the female doctor, turned around, and strode towards his own camp. While walking, he swung his arms, and his hands instantly turned into two long and sharp hand knives, and shouted loudly: "Brothers in front, get out of the way!"
A familiar voice came from behind, and the soldiers of the Feng Army looked back. When everyone saw that Tang Yin was back, they were all happy and shouted: "Sir! Sir is back! Sir is back to fight side by side with us!"
Tang Yin's presence or absence has a huge impact on the morale of the Feng Army. With him, people will have hope and motivation to fight on. If he is not there, people's fighting spirit will be greatly reduced and their confidence will be lost. This is Tang Yin, and it is also the role of any commander in the army.
Tang Yin, who returned to the battlefield, seemed like a different person. He became full of energy. Without spiritual armor on his body, he charged directly into the Ning army. He swung two machetes covered with dark fire and chopped the surrounding Ning army, causing blood to spurt out, spiritual mist to linger, and cries of pain merged into one.
Ning Jun's newly ignited fighting spirit was like a basin of cold water being poured on him with Tang Yin's return, and it was cold from beginning to end, while Feng Jun's morale became high again. People followed Tang Yin, rushing forward and fighting with high altitude. Shouting "My lord is mighty", my spirit has been aroused to the extreme.
Tang Yin took the lead in the counterattack, forcing the Ning army here to retreat continuously, causing chaos in the entire camp. Shangguan Yuan let Zhan Wudi over there see this and secretly grinned. He couldn't understand why these Feng troops were like this. It's powerful, and it's just a local army, but it's more powerful than the central army, which is puzzling.
In fact, not all the Ning troops rushed to the city, and some of the Ning troops were waiting below the city. Zhan Wudi wanted to use this Ning army as a surprise force. When he and the Feng army were almost exhausted, he would send these Ning troops to join the battle. , completely destroy the opponent. He originally wanted to wait a little longer to kill off Feng Jun, but now it seems that he can no longer delay that long.
Zhan Wudi immediately sent an order to his generals, ordering the Ning army outside the city not to stay any longer, and to join the battle in one fell swoop to capture the north gate of Jinhua.
At his order, the nearly 20,000 Ning troops outside the city who were ready to attack all mobilized and climbed up the city along the ladders.
This Ning army suddenly attacked the city, causing the Feng army that had the upper hand to fall into a passive position again, and the situation on the battlefield became confusing again.
These two thousand Ning troops had not participated in the previous battle, and they were full of physical strength. They were a powerful new force on a battlefield where both the enemy and ourselves were extremely tired. At this time, there was no division of camps in the battle on the city wall, and the soldiers of both sides were fighting in a complete melee. When they arrived at one place, they were killed like crazy.
The advantage of the Ning Army lies in the large number of people, and the advantage of the Feng Army lies in the strength of close combat. Both sides have their own strengths. If they were at their peak, the Feng Army might not suffer a loss. But now that they have been fighting fiercely for a whole day, how can they still have 20,000 people? A new opponent.
Tang Yin saw his side's disadvantage, and now he was also considering whether to ask for help from the brothers guarding the other three walls. But if he sent people from the other three sides, what would happen if the Ning army came to attack in large numbers?
After much deliberation, he still felt that something was wrong. He must not mobilize people from the other three parties until the last moment. If you just want to defeat the enemy with the current manpower, the only way is to get rid of the Ning army's chief general immediately, leaving it leaderless and in chaos without fighting.
Thinking of this, he jumped onto the arrow stack, looked up, and saw Zhan Wudi not far ahead, the commander gesticulating among the crowd. He gritted his teeth, used Shadow Drift, and went straight to kill him.
The huge crowd of Ning soldiers in front of him was no obstacle to Tang Yin. With only a few moves, he was already at Zhan Wudi's side.
Many Ning Bing and Ning generals around them didn't see clearly what was going on. They were all shocked when they suddenly discovered that there was one more person in the crowd. Before they had time to take action, Tang Yin's two-handed knives were thrust into Zhan Wudi's left and right weak ribs. .
Zhan Wudi's Lingwu was not comparable to ordinary Ning generals. He reacted very quickly, dodged sideways, and avoided Tang Yin's double swords. At the same time, he also slashed back with his sword.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to strike back, he turned around and saw Tang Yin's appearance clearly.
Zhan Wudi didn't react at first, so he blurted out: "What is that?" After all, it is impossible for a normal person's hands to transform into two swords. After he finished shouting, people realized that this was not a real person, but a real person. The shadow clone of a dark spiritual cultivator. He chuckled in his heart and shouted: "I don't dare to show my true body, so I just make a clone to die..."
Before he could finish speaking, Tang Yin's double swords arrived again, this time in a criss-cross shape, slashing at Zhan Wudi's neck. He secretly said, "How fast!" Zhan Wudi did not dare to be careless and hurriedly raised his sword to parry. The two of them went back and forth and fought together for the second time.
Tang Yin rushed into the enemy formation and fought fiercely and was invincible. Shangguan Yuanrang on the other side also saw it. He reacted quickly and immediately understood Tang Yin's intention. He was also exhausted from killing at this time. At this time, he steeled himself and dragged the spiritual sword. He also charged towards the enemy formation, hoping to fight Tang Yin in a double battle and become invincible.
The fierce battle between Zhan Wudi and Tang Yin made it impossible for the surrounding Ning generals to intervene, but they could block Shangguan Yuanrang's charge. More than a dozen Ning generals stepped in front of Shangguan Yuanrang, showing their postures of preparing for a fight.
A day of fierce fighting consumed Shangguan Yuanrang's spiritual energy greatly, but the situation at this time did not allow him to retreat. He raised the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand high, grinned and roared, and at the same time, the sword's light shot out, and the sword blade slashed downwards. The inner spirit is in chaos, and the extremes come out.