One hundred thousand elite Central Army troops rushed towards the opposite Zhenxi Army with neat steps. They were fierce and murderous. As the first troops to be put on the battlefield, they were undoubtedly the most elite. Their goal was to break through the enemy's front in one fell swoop.

Facing the Central Army soldiers who went to fight, the Zhenxi Army did not show any weakness, and immediately invested 100,000 soldiers of the Zhenxi Army facing each other. The commanders of both sides knew the importance of the first battle. If one side could not survive the first battle, then the failure would not be far from the long battle. So [31 Novel Network] went all out at the beginning.

The two huge clusters slowly moved towards each other like red clouds, and the distance was getting closer and closer. The rest of the troops watching the battle were all holding their breath and suffocating their spirits, without any noise, waiting for the upcoming battle.

"Bow!" The Central Army officer made a loud voice unique to soldiers.

As his words fell, ten thousand Central Army archers standing still, then pulled their arrows and opened their bows, and the sharp arrows pointed at the sky in front of them at forty-five degrees.

"Swoosh--"

As the flag was swung down suddenly, a whistling arrow rose into the air and enveloped the Zhenxi Army troops that entered the range.

The dense arrows were as dense as locusts, and they fell into the troops of the Zhenxi Army like raindrops. The dense arrays immediately fell down like cutting wheat, leaving a large vacuum area. The screams of despair came one after another, and the injured soldiers let out painful wails, and more soldiers fell directly on the muddy ground and turned into a cold corpse.

Although the Central Army's arrows gave great damage to the Zhenxi Army, the killing was just a drop in the bucket when facing the thick queue, and the counterattack of the Zhenxi Army also arrived soon.

"Shield!" The officers of the Central Army roared loudly. The soldiers of the Central Army raised the cold iron shield in their hands. The shields shining with cold light formed an indestructible line of defense. The dense arrows of the Zhenxi Army fell on the shield and made a crisp jingle sound. Except for the occasional unlucky guys being shot by arrows that penetrated the gap, most of the rest were safe and sound.

Just when the Central Army soldiers were glad that they had shields to protect themselves and the bows and arrows of the Zhenxi Army did not threaten them, their nightmare had just begun.

The Zhenxi Army, which advocates violence, naturally would not let the Central Army approach them so comfortably. Since the archers cannot do anything to them, then the catapult throws a huge rock to them is their nightmare.

When countless stones weighing hundreds of kilograms roared into the Central Army's array, the Central Army soldiers realized that they were too happy.

The shield they were originally proud of was easily smashed into pieces by huge rocks like paper. Countless soldiers turned into blurred meat paste under the ravage of the huge rocks. This powerful visual impact caused many Central Army soldiers to spit out directly.

On the empty fields, huge rocks kept falling from the sky, and there was no way to hide. The soldiers ran in panic, shouting loudly, and fear continued to spread.

"Finally fight! Kill!" Haotian, the commander of the First Legion of the Central Army, saw his subordinates collapse under the blow of a huge rock, hurriedly issued an order to attack the ground. As long as he fought with the other party, the other party's catapult would not dare to be so presumptuous.

The decision of the Legion Commander Haotian was undoubtedly correct. The soldiers listened to Haotian's orders as if they had found their backbone, and they raised their weapons and rushed towards the Zhenxi Army not far away.

"Come on!"

The soldiers of Zhenxi Army were tall and mighty, fought with barbarians all year round, and had a strong physique like a beast, so they had a natural advantage in melee combat. So when they saw the Central Army rushing over, they shouted excitedly: "Zhenxi Army is invincible--" and raised their swords to greet them.

Two huge groups rushed forward in the wilderness where the plants and trees were withered, and then suddenly collided with each other, making a huge roar. The soldiers who rushed to the forefront were directly shattered by the huge impact force, and their bones were shattered. Before they could wield their weapons, their bodies had already fallen into the mud.

On the two or three-mile front, two huge forces suddenly collided. In the limited space, soldiers from both sides struggled to cut the weapons in their hands towards the enemy's head, but they were often stabbed through their bodies by the spear.

The shouts of killing were shocking, and in the space on the front line of the battle between the two sides were densely filled with weapons, with swords flashing with cold light, sharp battle axes, dark spears and spears. The soldiers on both sides had nowhere to hide, and could only watch countless weapons coming towards them, and then they were cut into pieces themselves.

Both sides were like two quarreling bulls. The military formations of both sides were equally thick. The soldiers shouted and charged forward one after another, but no one could break through the thick military formation of each other.

The forefront of the military formations between the two sides was the most fierce battle. Faced with dense weapons, the soldiers kept falling into pools of blood, and then were trampled into meat paste by friendly forces coming from behind.

Like a meat grinder, both sides kept rushing forward, but no one could break through the other's array. At the forefront, the soldiers fell down in pieces, and the subsequent soldiers continued to fight on the corpses. The average survival time of the soldiers fighting on the front line was less than one minute, because most of them were fighting methods that killed the enemy. If they killed the enemy, they would also mean death.

The soldiers on both sides had equal combat power, and the battlefield was in a state of anxiety. Two hundred thousand people were red in their eyes on the narrow and long battle line. The ground was filled with corpses, blood flowing, and the screams of despair and the sound of collision of weapons came one after another. However, the subsequent soldiers still followed the ex-husband, charging forward, and were eventually thorned into pieces, and their lives became worthless at this moment.

Seeing that the front was unable to break through and defeat the other side, the commanders of both sides all joined new troops and tried to encircle the other side from both wings, but the new teams encountered each other on the periphery of the battle, and a new fight began again.

As time passed by minute by minute, the battlefield continued to expand, and the troops invested more and more, and new teams joined the battlefield one by one, but they were like water drops, and they couldn't even climb up the battlefield and even a wave, so they were quickly swallowed by the vast ocean.

The battlefield where hundreds of thousands of people were fighting was magnificent, with fighting everywhere, corpses everywhere, and the smell of blood in the air was suffocating. On such a battlefield where hundreds of thousands of people were fighting, the role of the commander of both sides was immediately highlighted, because whoever keenly discovered the enemy's weakness first and sent troops to advance would be possible to change the situation on the anxious battlefield.

"General Lin, the Central Army sent an order. The First Legion assaulted from the left wing and went around the enemy's back to defeat the opponent!" The commander rushed over and brought orders to Lin Chuan to attack.

The soldiers of the Nanchuan Army who had been anxious could not help but hear the order to attack. They burst out with roars like mountains and seas: "Nanchuan Army has won thousands of victories--" and then launched an assault on the left wing of the Zhenxi Army.

Lin Chuan's First Legion had only 30,000 troops, but they were all elites. Seeing the black torrent assaulting towards the left wing on his side, the commander of Zhenxi Army looked gloomy and did not know whether he should reinforce the left wing.
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