The iron mask has ghost face and fangs, and the two black holes are like the big copper bell eyes of a man-eating ghost. The row of sharp swords held in both hands reflects the bleak sunlight in the sky in the heavy rain, which makes people feel trembling.

The Dali soldiers in the forefront became turbulent, and their uneasiness spread like waves. Some people who had seen the battle in Shimenfan screamed in fear.

"Ghost soldiers, that's the ghost soldiers from Shimenfan!"

"They are people who crawled out of hell, and they are invulnerable to swords and guns, and they will never die no matter how hard they fight!"

"How could we meet them? It's over, it's over, we can't win."

"The ghost soldiers are Yin soldiers, Yin soldiers summoned by the Ghost King of Shimenfan. It rained today and there was no sun. No wonder we were so unlucky to encounter it."

Fear is contagious, especially on such rainy days, the already hazy sky has increased the psychological burden on Dali soldiers. The dark light makes the ghost soldiers step by step look particularly terrifying. Speeches are circulating between the whispers, and the fearful Dali soldiers are beginning to be confused.

"Ghost?" Nobunaga Fukuo saw it for the first time. He stared at it for a while. The ghost mask made him feel very uncomfortable, so he turned around and asked the person behind him: "Does anyone know what is coming?"

Among the military generals behind, someone was a subordinate of the King of Zhenbei. He had fought with Shimenfan. He heard the sound and replied tremblingly: "Master, Shimenfan ghost soldiers, I heard that they were hell ghost soldiers who could only be summoned by the Ghost King of the Thirty-Six Barbarians. They were originally undead, and they became soldiers after death and could not be killed..."

Before he finished speaking, Nobunaga's eyebrows raised and his knife was drawn in his hand like lightning. Before the others could react, he threw the long knife at his waist out like a javelin, and accurately inserted it into the chest of the person who spoke, and entered without a handle.

The blood was soaring. Before the person who was talking had his mouth closed, he looked at the hilt of the knife on his chest in disbelief, raised his head, trying to point Nobunaga Fuku with his finger, but before he could raise his hand, he fell off his horse and died.

"The evil words confuse the public and disrupt the morale of our army! It should be killed!" Nobunaga Fuku roared with red eyes and glanced at the generals: "What undead cannot be killed? It's ridiculous! Whoever dares to say this again, don't blame our military law for being ruthless!"

The generals were silent and looked at the dead, not daring to speak.

Nobunaga Fuku had a dark face and stared at a confidant general and said, "You lead someone to patrol the formation, as if someone were like him, and it would be a mess of my situation. I would cut it with one knife! It would be merciless!"

When the general started to fire, it was no less terrible than the person wearing a ghost mask. His confidant took the order loudly and took the people there.

Soon, a few people were dragged out from the front formation, crying and being killed on the spot, blood flowing all over the ground, dyeing the rain in the muddy ground a large area red.

Looking at the corpses of their bodies and their heads, the military formation that was a little shaken just now was much more stable. Although the Dali soldiers were afraid of the oppressed ghost soldiers, their own blood swords also scared them.

Changsun Hong and others clearly saw this scene through the rain curtain.

"You are so decisive. Nobunata Fuku is worthy of being a veteran who has fought a war and knows what to do." Changsun Hong almost applauded and exclaimed: "Don't be confused when facing the battle, don't panic when encountering problems. Dali has good generals!"

Duan Wu, however, looked at the lying corpse on the opposite side, and said in confusion: "Why do you applaud the enemy?"

"Hey, Duan Wu, be more generous." Changsun Hong said with a smile: "Meeting opponents with chess is a great pleasure in life. Otherwise, you will win like cutting melons and vegetables. What's the point? Since the ghost soldiers formed an army, they have never encountered an enemy in one round. It is rare that there are good generals today to let the people of Jiulong practice their skills. Isn't that just right?"

He curled his smile and said, "It should be noted that Dali is just a small country. The enemies we face in the future are a hundred times more cruel than them. If we don't rush to train a strong iron-blooded soldier, once we encounter a real strong enemy, the price we pay will be even more tragic. The brave soldiers crawled out of the pile of dead people. It is not a good thing that there is no opponent."

Duan Wu listened silently, without saying a word, just pinched the handle of the knife in his hand and nodded gently.

"The distance is almost the same. If Jiulong walks a little longer, it's time to catch the enemy." Changsun Hong observed for a while, estimated the speed of the ghost soldiers ahead, and said in a deep voice: "Duan Wu, it's your turn."

Duan Wu's eyes lit up, and his eyes under his thick eyebrows seemed to be on fire. He clasped his fists and bowed his head at Changsun Hong, and replied loudly: "Yes!"

Then he pulled out his horse and ran towards the front army who was waiting for the ghost soldiers to come and then re-arranged as a platoon. A team of flag bearers followed him, carrying the Shimenfan red flag that was soaked in the rain.

The sound of the war drums became dense, and the blue veins on the foreheads of several shirtless barbarian soldiers stormed the thick drumsticks in their hands and beat the cowhide drums fiercely. The drum beats of the "dong dong dong dong" stirred up in the rain, and the sound of the heavy bass drums enveloped the battlefield full of swords and guns, making everyone excited.

The large formation of the Shimen Fan barbarians began to move, and stepped forward at a speed twice as fast as the heavier armored ghost soldiers in front. The formation was divided into three squares on the left, center and right. The neat frequency did not change due to the advance of thousands of people. Because there were no cavalry and they were all leather-armored infantry, the drum beats were the rhythm of the movement of the square array, neatly and uniformly.

Changsun Hong led his personal guards and led the central military blocks to follow behind the blocks in the middle of the front army, with a distance of about thirty steps. The cowhide drums were left in place and protected by the last square formation of the rear army. The battlefield was empty and the drum sound could be heard far away.

The ghost in front no longer paid attention to the drum beats, but moved forward slowly and vigorously with the pace of Jiulong Ande in front, keeping his own rhythm slowly forward.

According to the speed difference between the two sides, the Shimenfan formation will catch up after about two breaths after the ghost soldiers collided with the Dali soldiers.

This is exactly the usual trick of Shimenfan breaking the formation.

In the Dali array opposite, the panic was never waving.

Killing some confused soldiers, but it did not stop the fear in the hearts of the soldiers.

The powerful psychological effect of the strange power and chaos in this era is almost impossible to remove.

Nobunaga Fuku felt it keenly because the guards around him seemed to be trembling.

"I heard that a general named Di Qing in the Song Dynasty had appeared in the past. He liked to wear a bronze ghost mask when fighting, with green face and fangs, and was very afraid of people." Nobunaga Fuku laughed furiously, gritted his teeth and said to the people around him: "I didn't expect Changsun Hong to learn it too, and use such means to scare people!"

"The so-called ghost soldiers are just infantry wearing masks. I look at it. How is it different for people wearing heavy armor and holding long swords to wear long armor from the heavy Beiwei Army infantry in the Song Dynasty? Pretend to be a ghost!"

He shouted angrily, raised the bloody sword drawn from the dead, and shouted loudly at the top of his lungs: "Beat the drum and ring the horns! The infantry and the army move forward and pick up the enemy!"

"Those who retreat will kill you! Those who cannot see blood in the knife will kill you!"

He knew that he could not wait any longer, and his morale had already subsided. If he stood still and waited for Shimenfan's soldiers to rush forward, the psychological shock brought by the ghost-faced soldiers could defeat the Dali army.

Only by rushing out and using the threat of death to boost morale between life and death.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!