Chapter 160 A Corner of the War

Before the messenger could repeat the order, three more huge explosions followed, and Wang Jialie realized that several other camps had also been attacked.

There was a violent tremor, and the ground was shaking.

Wang Jialie quickly glanced at the soul guide, and there were red warning signs all around, and his heart jumped.

At this time, his adjutant opened the curtain of the big tent and rushed in. The adjutant's originally meticulous beard was covered with rain and his anxious expression was beyond words. "Marquis, our main gate was attacked, and several teams of elite heavy armored soldiers rushed into the camp. The soldiers are now in chaos."

The adjutant's information was like a heavy hammer hitting Wang Jialie's chest. He felt difficulty breathing, but as a general, Wang Jialie quickly abandoned the pressure and grasped the key points from the noisy news.

"Are you talking about several teams of heavy armored soldiers?"

The adjutant nodded affirmatively.

Wang Jialie seemed to have grasped the pulse of the battlefield. There were now 5,000 elite soldiers and 8,000 auxiliary soldiers in the camp, and only a few teams of soldiers dared to attack the camp.

This must be just a surprise attack to disrupt him.

Wang Jialie pushed open the curtain of the tent and walked into the rainstorm. He saw the sky was dark, lightning broke through the clouds, and thunder was deafening.

A chill rose from the soles of his feet and soaked his clothes and skin.

Wang Jialie shuddered, but he quickly suppressed this feeling.

For now, the only way was to go into battle himself, use his commander's flag to boost morale, gather soldiers, and then organize elite soldiers to eliminate these ignorant raiders in one fell swoop.

Wang Jialie summoned the messengers and issued orders to the surroundings, "Assemble! Assemble! Everyone who can pick up a weapon, follow me! We must teach the enemy a lesson!"

Wang Jialie's voice resounded in the rain, arousing the fighting spirit of the soldiers.

Soldiers ran out of the tents, picked up soul guides and weapons, and followed Wang Jialie to the main gate.

Wang Jialie ran while observing the battle situation.

A rough look showed that the enemy was not very numerous, only two teams of fifty soldiers wearing heavy armor, holding various weapons, and with soul rings shining around them.

The pair of soldiers killed wantonly near the main gate, and their sharp blades were unstoppable. Anyone who stood in front of them was cut in half.

Wang Jialie was shocked. These people were not ordinary heavy armor soldiers, but the sharp blade team composed of all-weapon martial soul masters. This was the ace force of the Tiandou Empire Army, and its reputation resounded throughout the continent.

These people were the enemy's most elite assault troops, specially used to carry out difficult tasks such as surprise attacks and breaking the situation.

Wang Jialie couldn't help but curse inwardly that the enemy actually sent such a master.

He had to admit that he was careless and didn't expect that the Tiandou Empire would launch an attack in such weather.

Now, Wang Jialie could only hope that he could get to the main gate in time to prevent the enemy from going further.

When Wang Jialie led the hastily reorganized soldiers to the sharp blade squad that was killing people two hundred steps away, the bloodthirsty soldiers found Wang Jialie's trace.

The leader among them made a gesture, and the other soldiers immediately stopped the current killing and gathered around him to form a wedge-shaped battle formation.

Wang Jialie saw this battle and understood that this battle was not as easy as he imagined.

He stimulated his martial soul, a lion with flames all over his body and golden red mane, the top martial soul - the flaming lion.

The aura of the martial soul gave the soldiers the effect of morale attack and defense. Six soul rings floated up and down around Wang Jialie, two yellow, two purple and two black, which was the rare best configuration of the original soul rings, representing his powerful strength.

"Martial soul possession!"

Wang Jialie roared, and the martial soul merged into his body, and his body shape began to change dramatically in an instant.

A layer of red flames ignited on the surface of the body. Even though it was raining heavily in the sky, the flames were still burning. Wang Jialie also changed from running on his legs to running on all fours, charging forward with a fearless momentum.

Behind him were the elite soldiers of the Xingluo Empire, each wearing silver armor, holding sharp spears, and with a firm look in his eyes.

All around were screaming and screaming people fleeing, and those seriously injured were wailing on the ground.

Wang Jialie initially controlled the situation and shouted to the soldiers:

"Line up! The Xingluo Empire needs everyone to perform their duties. Now is the time to test us! Today we will let the enemy know how powerful we are!"

As he said, Wang Jialie had already taken the lead and rushed to the side of the Sharp Blade Team.

At this time, the captain of the Sharp Blade Team showed a smile under the mask. Everything was similar to the analysis of the pre-war meeting before, but the commander did not expect that the general of the Xingluo Empire would actually take the lead and appear in person, so it would be a pity not to dedicate this dazzling fireworks to him.

The captain raised his hand and fired a red fireball into the dark night sky. This was his signal, telling the soul master team on the hill that everything was ready.

Seeing this, Wang Jialie's pupils suddenly shrank "Not good! Disperse quickly! Disperse quickly!" He immediately realized the danger, but it was too late.

Four soul power bullets with a destructive aura appeared in the sky. It was the combination skills released by the soul masters on the four hills. The soul power bullets seemed slow but were actually very fast. They reached the sky above the camp in just a few seconds after a distance of several kilometers.

Wang Jialie was looking anxious. He waved his arms wildly to push the soldiers to disperse, but it was too late. At this moment, destruction came.

The huge explosion tore the Xingluo Empire's army formation apart, and death was rampant on the land. Everything within a radius of 200 meters was blown away by the shock wave, and the torn tents and wood chips were scattered all over the land.

The rain finally broke through the barrier of the shock wave and fell on the land. Only the sharp blade team defending on the spot and the tents behind their wedge formation were left.

The captain looked around, looking at the tragic scene in front of him, and said softly: "Mission completed, retreat."

The sharp blade team withdrew from the battlefield in an orderly manner. Their mission had been completed, creating chaos, and even exceeded the target because they hit the highest general of the place.

The team leader knew that if he continued to advance, he would have a chance to capture Wang Jialie, but he still chose to retreat according to the plan. The highest command node was seriously injured, and the chaos of this unit would continue for a longer time. Their mission was not to annihilate this force, but to confuse the defenders, and then safely and smoothly pass through Wang Jialie's defense zone to the western wilderness to complete the strategic transfer.

Outside the chaotic camp, a team of 500 heavy cavalry had been waiting for a long time. They were wearing black iron armor, holding spears and scimitars, sitting on tall war horses, like a group of black ghosts.

They were the backup arranged by Commander Colin. Once the Sharp Blade Squad opened the situation, the heavy cavalry squad would play a decisive role in hitting the chaotic enemy army and completely extinguishing all possibilities for them to reorganize.

Behind these cavalry were the baggage team and rear guard troops in charge of the captain of the enemy rear corps. When the cavalry launched a charge, they would pass through the pass at the fastest speed and head straight to the western wilderness.

The captain of the heavy cavalry squad was a young man named Carl, with short golden hair and a pair of sharp blue eyes. He was a rising star in the Guards and a good friend of the captain of the Sharp Blade Squad.

At this moment, Carl was staring at the movement inside the camp, waiting for the Sharp Blade Squad to send a signal.

He knew the significance of this action to the entire enemy rear corps, and he also knew how much responsibility he shouldered.

Carl dared not relax at all. He wanted to make sure that he and his men could complete the mission and return alive.

Just then, he saw a red fireball flashing in the sky. It was the signal of the Blade Squad.

Then, four huge explosions resounded through the night sky, and the interior of the camp was suddenly plunged into a sea of ​​fire and screams.

Carl was delighted, knowing that the Blade Squad had successfully opened up the situation. He immediately blew the horn and shouted to his men: "Cavalry! Charge!"

After that, he took the lead in riding forward, followed by 500 heavy cavalrymen behind him, rushing towards the camp like a black torrent. Wherever they went, no one could stop them, leaving only pieces of broken limbs and blood.

The spear in Carl's hand was like the sickle of the god of death, harvesting lives among the enemies. There was no expression on his face, only indifference and murderous intent.

There was no time to pity or hate these enemies on the battlefield. He just had to complete the mission.

The captain watched Carl lead the charge, nodded to Colin who was observing with a telescope, and commanded the baggage troops to start the transfer. Hundreds of carriages and thousands of horses began to move slowly. The muddy road made their pace much slower than usual.

The road ahead was pitch black. Only the occasional lightning in the rainy night could occasionally illuminate the road ahead. The captain knew the importance of the baggage team and did not dare to slack off for a moment. He constantly sent scouts to explore the surroundings to prevent any possible accidents.

The team passed the pass safely. Colin saw the sharp blade team that merged into the traffic from the dark, and the heavy cavalry regiment behind them. They were all covered with blood and mud, and obviously experienced a tragic fight.

Behind the enemy's rear army, the camp of Marquis Wang Jialie was still burning with a raging fire. The flames illuminated the night sky and reflected the countless frightened and angry faces of the enemy.

In fact, I didn't want to write about war, and I wasn't good at it, but the plot required it, and I should hone my skills, so I still wrote it anyway.

I hope my friends will bear with me.

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