Chapter 634 The First Battle
On a huge plain, countless monster races crowded together, forming a large black area, with no edge to be seen.
These monster races were crowded together. Although they were afraid to fight because of the coercion of high-level monsters, the roar of the beasts never stopped.
"You stepped on my tail! Hoho!"
"Roar! Your horn reaches my thigh!"
"Your snot is dripping on me! Roar!"
"HOO! You **** on me!"
"..."
With all these, there were constant quarrels in the herd.
At this moment, a black line appeared on the horizon in the distance, and it was quickly pressing towards the plain full of monsters.
Several roars of beasts came from the sky above the plain, and the sound spread throughout the entire plain. When all the monsters heard the roars, they all shook their heads and rushed towards the black line ahead.
During the galloping beasts, occasionally one or two monsters would fall down due to various reasons. However, this could not stop the advance of the beast tide.
The fallen monsters were trampled by the monsters behind them again and again, and finally turned into pulp and stuck to the soles of countless monsters.
The monsters rushing at the front can already clearly see rows of human monks in front of them, wearing battle armor and holding various weapons, charging towards them with sharp blades.
These monsters instinctively felt the great danger from these humans. However, under the crowd of countless monsters behind them, they had no way to retreat and could only be pushed forward.
At the same time, from the flying boat in the sky, there were already countless magic lights shooting out, and they exploded among the monster beasts, which immediately made the beasts in front of them thinner.
The lingering prestige of the spell has not yet dissipated, and countless flying swords and short spears are shot out from the flying boat, making the forward herd even more sparse.
At this moment, countless flying monsters took off and surrounded the flying boats in the sky, making the flying boats no longer have the power to attack the ground monsters.
After the air threat was eliminated, the monsters on the ground were crowded and rushed forward again.
In front of them was a row of third-tier warriors, wearing heavy armor and holding big knives. Dealing with these low-level monsters was naturally like cutting grass.
All monsters that approached were cut in half or split in half, none of them were complete.
A few monsters who were lucky enough to not be killed slipped through the gap between the first row of monks.
Behind the third-tier warriors in the first row, there are second-tier warriors lined up more densely. Each of them holds a spear and forms a formation to assassinate the few monsters that slipped in front of them.
The monsters rushing to the front were beheaded one after another, while the monsters behind were replenished endlessly, and the front of the battle line was soon full of corpses.
The corpses piled up into a hill, so many that it hindered the battle between the two sides. At this time, the third-tier warriors in the front row all stood on the pile of corpses and continued to wield their swords.
For these low-level monsters, what stands in front of them is like a demon god, giving them no chance of defeating them.
Although these low-level monsters have low spiritual intelligence, they also know that they are afraid of death.
However, under the coercion of the monsters behind them, they didn't have any chance to resist at all. They could only watch helplessly as they were sent to the opponent's knife and then cut open with a single knife.
Countless monsters rolled forward like waves, rushing forward in waves, and then turned into a rain of blood.
The monster clan has a lot of cannon fodder, facing the endless group of monster beasts, even if they are tired, they can exhaust the high-ranking monks to death.
Even killing a group of pigs that will not resist, killing them continuously for a day and a night will make people exhausted.
At this moment, under the feet of the Tier 3 martial artist, corpses piled up several feet high, and every time he slashed out, he was no longer as unstoppable as before.
Occasionally, some low-level monsters will bully them and attack them.
Several third-level warriors were also drowned by countless low-level monsters, but fortunately, the Nascent Soul monk who was patrolling the battlefield rescued them.
While the monsters still seem to be endless, they continue to come in like a tide.
The battle in the sky is also gradually suppressed by the monster race. The flying of the flying boat, the opening of the defensive cover, and the spiritual cannon all need to consume spirit stones.
Although they prepared a large number of spirit stones in advance, after a day and night of intense consumption, there were not many spirit stones left in the airship, and the psychic cannons had already stopped bombarding them.
The remaining spirit stones are only used to maintain the operation of the airship.
The cultivators on the flying boat have already exhausted their spiritual power in repeated attacks, and the medium-grade spirit stones and spirit wine on the flying boat used to replenish their spiritual power have also bottomed out at this moment.
In this battle, the human race gathered all the elites, but in the end they were no match for the huge number of monster races.
"Zhang Daoyou, if the fight continues, we may suffer a big loss."
A Nascent Soul cultivator from the Southern Territory said anxiously at this time, the cultivators on the battlefield now are their entire family property.
"Yes! Zhang Daoyou quickly think of a way!"
"Why don't we retreat first, and it won't be too late to fight when we have enough energy?"
"Now that the two sides are fighting together, if they retreat directly, they will probably be covered up by the monster clan from behind, and the loss will not be small."
"Yes, even if we retreat now, we must sacrifice a team to cover behind."
All the Nascent Soul monks are anxious now, but they can't think of any effective way to deal with it.
Zhang Chunfeng pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "Everyone wait a moment, I will ask His Majesty for instructions!"
In this war, Wang Hong gave all the power to his subordinates to make decisions, but the decisions he made now have too much to do with it.
Zhang Chunfeng still intends to ask Wang Hong for instructions, so that he can have confidence in his heart.
Zhang Chunfeng flew to a large flying boat in the rear, and Wang Hong was inside, observing the changes in the battle situation.
"Your Majesty! The army plans to retreat temporarily, so I'm here to ask you for instructions."
Wang Hong was brewing a pot of spiritual tea behind a table.
"Sit down and drink a cup of tea to calm down. I saw that the war can last at least an hour without defeat."
Although Zhang Chunfeng was also very anxious, he still sat down next to the table after hearing the words, took a cup of tea, and drank it down in one gulp.
Drinking a cup of tea made his dry throat feel cool for a while.
At the same time, this cool feeling spread from the abdomen to the whole body, and the fatigue on the body was swept away, and the mind was clear, and the spirit was peaceful.
Wang Hong saw that his expression was calm and relaxed, so he asked, "Do you know the reason for this failure?"
Hearing Wang Hong's question, Zhang Chunfeng fell into deep thought. He knew that Wang Hong didn't want to pursue responsibility, but wanted him to learn to sum up failure experience.
After thinking for a while, he said: "The biggest mistake I made in commanding the battle this time was that I didn't give full play to my own strengths, but used my own weaknesses to counter the other's strengths."
(end of this chapter)