Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Chapter 166 Armistice Horn

Zhao Yang turned the long spear in his right hand slowly, and the glow of the gun dissipated.

The gun head turned back, passed over the heads of the Sunsun Guard soldiers, and pointed behind them.

On the opposite side, the golden-armored Yaozu waved his hand, and the Yaozu pressed forward across the board.

It's not that easy to quit!

"boom--"

The army of monster clan moved with a bang.

In the sky, countless auras collided, causing the river and the clouds to turbulent.

Zhao Yang's gun pointed behind him, and in the distance, someone raised his arm over there.

"day by day--"

Zhao Yang shouted loudly.

"Battle Rider!"

Guan Quan, who was several miles away, raised his arms and shouted.

Zhao Yang swiped the spear in his hand, and the point of the spear pointed at the golden-armored demon clan in the mid-air opposite.

"Attack—"

As soon as Guan Quan was destroyed, he moved, and five hundred warriors riding iron savage beasts followed behind, forming a triangular battle formation.

After the iron barbarian beast, four thousand horses riding the wind-controlling beast formed a square formation and accelerated slowly.

The Qi-refining-level beast stepped on the wave, and shot out like a sharp arrow with blood-red blood.

They waited for a day and a night, and they watched their comrades fight ahead.

Every moment and every second is suffering.

What they want most is to rush over like this moment.

Don't look back, just want to rush over, don't care whether it is life or death, just rush over.

War cavalry rushes to the formation, beheading the generals before the formation?

The people around who were paying attention to the battlefield felt their hearts sink when they saw the dense army formation of the Yaozu.

This war cavalry couldn't rush through the monster clan army formation at all, and couldn't even slow down the monster clan's pace, it was just dead.

It seemed that Zhao Yang was still a little younger, and he couldn't bear to spare the lives of more than ten thousand soldiers to protect himself.

Perhaps, after this battle is over, he will understand that it's not just a joke.

Just let him make a fuss, it is worth the lives of [-] soldiers to create an iron-blooded war god.

It seems that a tacit agreement has been reached, and there is no obstruction in the void.

The speed of the war cavalry is getting faster and faster, and within a few breaths, it has rushed to the front of the army formation.

In front of them, those foundation-building monster clans have already been filled with spiritual power, and they are ready to shoot a volley to wipe out all the war cavalry.

"Frozen!"

At this moment, Zhao Yang yelled violently, the power of frost shone all over his body, and a huge icy air spread.

As the icy power from Zhao Yang erupted, the hundreds of black iron guards around him also radiated icy cold, and then the frost spell was activated.

Besides, nearly four thousand soldiers waved their hands and issued frost spells in the same direction.

The soldiers who did not issue spells took out frost talismans one by one, and threw them over after they were aroused.

There is only one direction, where Zhao Yang's spear is pointing.

The instant collective activation of ten thousand frost-like talismans suddenly emptied the spiritual energy of the entire tens of miles of heaven and earth.

The spell hit the direction, went up to the clouds, went down to the bottom of the river, and turned into a glacier.

Whether it was the monster clan battle formation or the foundation-building monster clan ahead, they were all imprisoned in an instant and turned into ice sculptures.

This is collective power.

"kill!"

At the moment when the sky and the earth turned pale, Guan Quan let out a loud shout, and the warrior galloped wildly. A short spear in his hand flew out, and shot directly at the golden-armored monster clan who was also frozen in mid-air.

"kill!"

Five hundred short spears flew over together.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The war cavalry continued, and the huge iron savage beast smashed the ice sculpture in front of it, scattering bloody ice all over the place.

"kill!"

Four thousand short spears flew out, and the target was also that golden figure.

With five hundred iron savage beasts as the vanguard and four thousand light cavalry behind, they stepped on the frozen river and pulled out a blood-red road.

At the end of the road, there was a golden arowana that broke the battle armor in mid-air and turned into a ten-foot-long body.

"kill!"

Zhao Yang roared wildly, and his whole body was filled with energy and blood.

More than ten thousand soldiers shouted loudly behind them, and their energy and blood merged into one piece, turning into a hundred-foot battle spear.

"The might of an army!"

"Blood into shape!"

Above the clouds, several shouts of surprise.

"Protect the son of the fish and dragon!"

The monster clan also exclaimed.

"Kill the enemy—"

Zhao Yang shouted with all his might, the spear flew into the sky, floated above the head of the cavalry in front, charged with the cavalry, and crashed into the golden dragon fish.

"hold head high--"

Arowana let out a roar and wanted to run away, but was locked on by the battle gun, and he couldn't escape no matter what.

"Om-"

The ichthyosaur opened its mouth, a golden demon pill flickered with a light green pattern, and hit the oncoming battle gun.

"Oh!"

The demon core was shattered into fragments, and the battle gun was fired, Guan Quan and the other warriors shouted loudly, and continued to charge forward.

"Crack-"

In the void, countless electric lights lit up.

A streak of black aura hit the battle gun, and many auras shrouded the fish and dragon.

"Humph!"

There was a low hum in the air, and a golden sword light tore through the sky, cutting off all the black auras.

With no hindrance, the war gun hit the fish dragon's forehead and entered without a trace.

"Oh!"

A piece of golden blood exploded, and a golden soul flashed away.

"The prince was killed!"

"Human race, you have caused trouble!"

The Yaozu army collapsed with a bang.

Countless monster races fled in all directions.

On the Yaozu lore list, Zhao Yang's name soared rapidly, and did not stop until about twenty, but his name was blood red.

"Kill the enemy—"

Zhao Yang brandished a spear in his hand and rushed out.

"Kill the enemy!"

Day by day, the guard formation rose again, slowly pressing forward.

There is no need to take action, the Yaozu has been defeated.

The water waves rolled back, and thousands of monsters wailed, squeezed, and were torn into pieces.

"Ugh-"

In the middle of the great river, a grand horn sounded.

"The horn of truce! Haha, I never thought that after 300 years of practice, I can still hear the horn of truce!" Above the clouds, someone was crying.

"It turns out that the Yaozu is not invincible! The sound of the trumpet today is the signal for the Yaozu to fall from the altar!"

……

After another thirty miles, Zhao Yang waved his hand, the army turned around, a huge gray and black banner fluttered above his head, two battle flags fluttered, and the troops slowly retreated.

"Yu Youren, rectify it for the brothers!"

When his footsteps touched the dark and solid embankment, Zhao Yang felt his legs and feet go limp, and hurriedly used his spear to stabilize his figure.

"Haha, the army is triumphant, so it's natural to be full of wine and meat!" On the levee, countless figures rushed over, supported the struggling Sun Chase Guards, and then helped them down the levee.

This time, no one mentioned the iron rule of not getting off the embankment before the time.

On the embankment, there is only a dilapidated "Qi Xiaowei" battle flag, more than a thousand Qi Xiaowei soldiers, and the tombstone of the 2 yuan daily guard soldiers.

Zhao Yang didn't know where he was, but he only remembered that he was in a daze, stepped down the embankment, and then was sent to a big tent, stripped off his armor, and fell asleep.

This sleep is one day and one night.

When he woke up, he just got up from the wooden couch, and a soldier outside the army tent had already brought in a large wooden barrel and brought clean clothes.

Zhao Yang looked at the robe that had solidified into black on his body, smiled wryly, and got into the big wooden barrel.

By the time he walked out of the tent in a coarse cloth, refreshed, there were already two and threes of daily guard soldiers wandering around.

"Master Captain!"

"grown ups!"

When everyone saw Zhao Yang, they all bowed and saluted happily, with excited faces.

Zhao Yang smiled and nodded, and after a while, Guan Quan, Wu Mingshuo, Qi Song and others all came looking for him.

"How about the casualties, brothers?" Zhao Yang looked at several people.

"There were more than three hundred people in the battle, and more than two thousand people were seriously injured. I'm afraid they won't be able to go to the battlefield again." Qi Song sighed softly and said in a low voice.

One in ten casualties.

Zhao Yang was silent for a while, then said in a deep voice, "I brought the brothers up to the embankment, and we must go back together when we go back."

The crowd nodded.

"Gentlemen, our Daily Guard has been very prominent in this battle. I, Zhao Yang, will remember the contributions of the brothers. We will leave after we make up our minds." Zhao Yang said again in a low voice.

After leaving the battlefield, Zhao Yang recalled that he was too impulsive.

He should understand the truth that a war is doomed to death. If he just quits on the levee, he won't hurt so many soldiers.

"Captain Zhao, the general has a request."

At this moment, a soldier in black armor stepped forward and clasped his fists.