Chapter 629 Battle Spirit, Endless Battle Spirit

The climate is turning from cool to cold.

As the front-line base camp, the Middle Road War Zone has only one town, one route, two legions, and a total of four armies. It is actually the one with the least troop storage among the three major war zones. It is far less powerful than the East-West War Zone, and it is really amazing.

The middle road has more than 200,000 troops distributed at several points about 300 miles away. It is difficult to form too much force depth. The rear is very spacious and empty.

If anyone has the strategic mobility of the War Spirit Army, the Central Army will die at least a hundred times. To be honest, the strategic mobility of the War Spirit Army is recognized as the most troublesome and the least dare to provoke.

A little behind, a large number of logistics auxiliary soldiers were busy back and forth, preparing various supplies for the frontline soldiers.

There were also a large number of soldiers who were sent down from the front line, and those injured in the attacks wailed and screamed in the camp. The refiner was responsible for treating the war spirits, and the pharmacist was responsible for treating people.

Several evacuated soldiers were bandaged and slightly injured, and sat cross-legged outside the injured barracks and spoke: "This battle is not easy to fight. You see, we have survived a lot."

"That's right, I'm afraid that the young general will do his own thing." Another veteran said proudly: "Young, you're so young, you're so full of energy, that's hard to say. Speaking of martial arts, our general is definitely the best in the world."

This veteran gave a thumbs up sincerely. People at the bottom have limited vision. If you know a martial arts genius, you think it is the best. No wonder you misunderstand: "But when it comes to war... I think our general is not very good."

"Apart from the battle of Miyang, I have never heard of the Grand Marshal fighting..." The veteran looked straight at the back, all the words were blocked in his throat and could not be said.

A young man with his back to the back said, "It's better to let the Zhan Ling Army fight."

The veteran didn't know what he was chewing in his mouth, but suddenly stopped moving. A soldier who was getting up also bent over and suddenly stiffened.

The young man noticed something, looked back and his scalp exploded, and he was almost scared to pee his pants!

So many, so many war spirits!

The war spirits all over the mountains were densely packed from behind, quickly approaching. One hundred thousand? No? Maybe there is one million.

There are so many war spirits, and there are so many that it really reminds people of a word: boundless.

The few people opened their mouths wide, full of shock, and their faces instantly turned pale, as if they were even frozen in their minds.

When the war spirit quickly approached from the rear, these people and a large number of logistics auxiliary soldiers were completely stunned, shocked and looked at them with a dizzy face.

Whether it is the logistics auxiliary soldiers or the wounded soldiers, the veterans among countless people were the first to react instinctively. All the veterans crawled and grabbed their weapons frantically, and roared hysterically: "Enemy..."

The word "新" by the enemy was suppressed before he could even be called out.

A young man stretched out his hand leisurely, his breath rippled, suppressing everyone's voice. This young man was wearing a first-grade purple gold military uniform. There were only three people in the entire Southern Legion who could wear a first-grade purple gold military uniform.

And there is only one young person.

The supreme commander of the Southern Legion of the Northern Tang Dynasty, the Grand Governor of Xice Prefecture, the commander of the Southern Yai, and the commander of the Northern Yai: King Ce of the Heavenly Demon.

A quick-thinking veteran remembered so many positions in the blink of an eye, and was shocked. Aren’t this young coach actually holding so many positions?

This is still a position. If there are various messy names such as Emperor Tang and General Tianwu, it will be longer and more.

Wang Ce's voice was leisurely: "Don't be nervous, this is my general's War Spirit Army."

The soldiers immediately cheered happily: "Wansheng, Wansheng, Wansheng!"

Wang Ce signaled the Zhan Ling Army to pass first, and inspected the wounded camp and comforted him. Then he continued to lead the Zhan Ling Army forward.

The Zhan Ling Army moved forward, and it took half an hour just to pass through this open rear area.

Countless auxiliary soldiers and wounded soldiers came to see the scenes, and all of them gasped: "My God, how many war spirits are there here!"

"I'm afraid it's less than one million!"

Several veterans spoke in unison.

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"It's not easy to deal with!"

Wang Ce, the supreme commander, wandered around like a gangster, largely because Jie Shixian served as the commander of the middle lane, freeing him from specific military affairs.

Having said that, Wang Ce was the supreme commander of the war zone. As he said to Qin Guangwu, he could not and would not have the spirit to provide tactical guidance to various armies. Coordinating strategies and determining strategic policies is the only thing he, the supreme commander, needs to do.

"It's very tricky." Zhong Yunji looked sad. The Xice Army drew elite troops from the eight prefectures, which was the strongest combat power of the eight prefectures. After a strong attack, the Xice Army also had the smallest casualties.

But I can't stand such casualties.

Jie Shixian was not in a high mood and could not think of a solution: "Unless, dispatch the deified masters, or... the battle against the spirit army." Everyone looked at Xiong Shiwu and Pi carefully.

Xiong Shiwu and Pi Xiaoxin looked at each other and were about to speak carefully when suddenly the outside of the camp burst into an explosion, and a sound of rushing into the sky broke out.

The expressions of Jie Shixian and others changed drastically. They rushed out of the camp in two steps in three steps, but saw countless soldiers rushing back like a tide, rushing to the back, and making loud noises that overturned the sky.

"Can it be?" Everyone turned around and looked back.

I saw the endless battle spirit!

At first glance, everyone's scalp was exploding, and they looked at the endless war spirit like the ocean in a creepy manner.

There are too many, and it actually gives people the illusion that the war spirit has filled its vision.

Wang Ce turned back with serene satisfaction and told a respectful war spirit beside him: "Li Zicheng, stop and gather."

Jie Shixian and others all had goose bumps, their hearts were stormy, and their minds were completely lost. Looking at Wang Ce who was walking over, they stuttered: "Master, this... this..." They swallowed their saliva desperately, but were actually shocked by these war spirits.

Too many. Too many.

It’s not that the generals have no knowledge, but they have never seen so many war spirits in their lifetime.

There are so many that make people furious and so many that they make people feel scared.

The dense scenes of the battle spirits all over the mountains and fields are really amazing. Even if the person has a good imagination, he will definitely not be able to imagine: "There are millions of these battle spirits."

Wang Ce nodded and smiled: "No, it's exactly two million."

"Is it level one!?" At this time, someone finally noticed.

Do you think I will use Qin army to fill it out? Wang Ce sneered: "After half an hour, after half an hour, attack the entire line. Don't be afraid of these battle spirits losing."

Wang Ce pursed his lips, as if he was smiling: "These first-level battle spirits are consumables!"

The sky was spinning, Jie Shixian and others all suspected that they had a problem with their auditory nerves!

Use two million war spirits as consumables for filling the trenches? How many war spirits does this young man have?

The Zhan Ling Army showed up and brought outsiders to shock. It was not the first time Wang Ce saw it or the last time he saw it. No matter how shocked or stunned he was, Wang Ce was used to it and could always stay calm.

After thinking about it, Wang Ce said calmly: "Let me find a scholar from all over the country and cover up these spirit troops with all their hearts."

"After half an hour, attack Shangyang Army."

Wang Ce smiled and said, "Give Fu Xiwen an unexpected surprise!"

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In the north, in the Northern Tang army camp, several waves of cheers suddenly broke out.

Fu Xiwen walked out after hearing the sound, with a serious expression: "What happened opposite?"

"It's unknown for the time being." A military officer shook his head, always feeling uneasy: "Maybe there are some changes?"

Fu Xiwen signaled a Wu Emperor to fly into the sky for investigation, but found that the army of the Northern Tang Middle Road opposite was covered by a layer of intensely colored heart-like brilliance.

This discovery made Fu Xiwen look deeply and explain in a deep voice: "Instruct the soldiers and generals on the front line to be careful of Wang Ce's War Spirit Army."

After returning to the camp, Fu Xiwen looked at the sand table, which truly reflected the changes in the war. When he thought of the cheers, he always felt a little uneasy.

After pondering for a while, Fu Xiwen waved to a military officer: "The previous cheers were wrong. Give the third line of defense, the three lines of the east and west to each send a servant army. Instruct the generals on the third line of defense to temporarily serve as reserves and support the second line of defense at any time."

After explaining, Fu Xiwen came down with peace of mind and carefully observed the changes in the war from the sand table.

The Shangyang Army also temporarily divided three war zones. It was not plagiarism between each other, but the front line was too long and information transmission was inconvenient. It was necessary to divide the war zones and strengthen mobility and flexibility.

It is different from Wang Ce who is used to being lazy and being a hand-off manager. Fu Xiwen personally presided over the middle road war zone in Shangyang: "The East Road and the West Road... are not right."

However, Fu Xiwen repeatedly examined that Shangyang Army had width and depth, regardless of horizontality or depth. No matter what, he could not think of any way Wang Ce could break the situation.

“No strategy, no tactics.”

If Fu Xiwen knew Wang Ce's words, with his skill and military talent, he might have guessed something. Unfortunately, Shangyang's intelligence ability is obviously not as good as that of Beiya, and is obviously not very powerful.

"What is Wang Ce's strategic decisive battle idea?" Fu Xiwen shook his head: "What the hell is he doing?"

Wang Ce’s decisive battle idea is actually highly concentrated in the sentence “no strategy, no tactics”.

Before he finished speaking, a roar broke out in the front line!

"Kill, kill, kill!" The shouts of killing were shocking.

Fu Xiwen frowned and stopped his movements. He heard that the roar that broke through the sky was full of destructive desire and violent temperament. Unlike the regular army, it was a bit like... a civil rebel who only thought about burning, killing, looting and looting.

He quickly turned the brush and sprinkled rows of ink without even notice.

Bang! A deputy commander and a military aircraft officer who were supposed to watch the battle on the front line rushed in stumbled in, roaring with a blood-colored face: "Master, it's not good!"

Fu Xiwen's heart tightened and he was slow: "What's wrong?"

The two men seemed to be strangled by someone, and they were almost unable to breathe. They pointed to the front line and roared desperately: "Fight the Spirit Army, fight the Spirit Army!" I don't know if they were scared or what, but they could only say this.

Fu Xiwen's heart suddenly sank and walked out with great strides: "Go to the front line." Emperor Wu, who was protecting him closely, took him to cross thirty miles with one wave and came to the front line.

Fu Xiwen was shocked and opened her mouth wide with a loss of composure, as if she was being strangled to her neck, unable to breathe!

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