Creation Color Master

Zhao Pu had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but no matter what he did, he couldn't come up with a plan to defeat the enemy.

The enemy's shaman is one level higher than his own in terms of cultivation. Even with the addition of General Longxiong Lin Zhan, I'm afraid he is no match for them. Add in two deputy generals whose cultivation is not inferior to his own, how can he break the deadlock?

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind: "Brother Zhao, do you still recognize me?"

After hearing the voice, Zhao Pu paused, turned around in surprise, and said, "Brother Yonghe, why are you here?"

Yan Yonghe smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, I have brought you good news. You must thank me when the time comes."

Zhao Pu was surprised and held Yan Yonghe's hands and asked, "Brother Yonghe, do you have any plan to repel the enemy?"

Yan Yonghe shook his head, and seeing Zhao Pu's disappointed look, he asked, "Brother Zhao, don't you want to listen to the news I brought?"

Zhao Pu said anxiously: "Brother Yonghe, please tell me quickly."

Yan Yonghe stroked his beard with a smile, and said slowly: "Haha, this is the first news, it's not just me, Brother Zhang Jiao is here too, but he has already secretly arranged the formation, so our army will be prepared by then, don't cause panic.

The second is that my brother is going to send 300 men to my command. I need their help to give the enemy an unexpected surprise on the battlefield.

Third, Brother Zhao, don’t worry about the ancient barbarian shaman. Someone will come to deal with him when the time comes. You just need to hold the others back with your men.”

Zhao Pu was shocked when he heard this and said, "Brother, this is not a joke. Are you sure there is someone who can stop the barbarian witch? Is he willing to be his enemy?"

Yan Yonghe said: "General, rest assured, I can guarantee it with my life."

Zhao Pu looked at Yan Yonghe seriously and said, "In this case, send someone to inform Wang Hong and ask him to take 300 soldiers to obey Doctor Yan's orders."

Yan Yonghe was about to leave when he seemed to have thought of something and turned around and said, "Brother Zhao, although we are here to help in this battle, we still do not have the advantage. You still need to plan carefully."

Zhao Pu watched Yan Yonghe leave, and his mood seemed to improve a lot. Looking at the army in the distance, his previous depression was swept away, and he was speechless for a long time.

At the ancient barbarian Qianyan Pass, the barbarian witch said, "Guli, Mengke, you two tell your men to organize the troops and send an order to attack Hanyang Pass in an hour."

In the central military tent of Hanyang Pass, General Anxi Zhao Pu, General Longxiang Lin Zhan, eight generals of the imperial court, ten deputy generals, and all the top leaders gathered together. Zhao Pu was in the main seat, standing in front of the map and issuing the final deployment orders.

He also carefully analyzed the current situation and the enemy situation on the battlefield, which can be said to be comprehensive.

Soon, there were soldiers and armored personnel everywhere at Hanyang Pass, and everyone was doing their job and ready for battle.

Soon, following the order from the barbarian witch, countless soldiers began to attack the city, and from a distance it looked like a surging tide.

Seeing the enemy coming, all the people in the prison unconsciously tightened their weapons.

Ladders were erected over the wall and the barbarians began to climb up.

The soldiers on the city wall naturally launched an attack as well. Logs and boulders fell and knocked the barbarians to the ground. Waves of arrows fell from the sky, killing the barbarians who were charging one by one.

For a while, the offensive and defensive battle unfolded fiercely. As time went by, more barbarians climbed onto the top of the city wall.

The soldiers defending the city gripped their spears tightly and stabbed the attacking barbarians to death.

The barbarians continued to pour in like a tide. Seeing more and more soldiers under the city wall, each of them raised their heavy shields, the huge rocks thrown down had no effect anymore.

At this moment, Yan Yonghe appeared and said, "Now, throw down the medicine bottle I gave you."

All the people on the city wall took out a medicine bottle from their arms and smashed it directly on the shields below. For a moment, a large amount of powdery substance filled the air under the city wall.

"what"

"Brothers, run, this is poison, my skin."

The skin of the barbarians that were covered with the powdery substance began to fester, and blood was oozing everywhere. The scene was extremely bloody. The soldiers on the city wall were terrified, and their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at the kind old man beside them.

Yan Yonghe still smiled and said, "General, this powder will ulcerate the skin once applied, and it is extremely contagious, so when you clean up the corpse, you must sprinkle phosphorus powder on the corpse before touching it."

The barbarians retreated in pain. In just a few minutes, those who were covered in powder were covered in blood and no longer looked like human beings.

Looking at the retreating barbarian soldiers, the barbarian witch said coldly: "Archers, get ready, shoot them."

Watching the barbarian soldiers fall one by one, the barbarian witch's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty eyes, and he couldn't help feeling heartbroken.

After a siege, 30,000 troops were wiped out, while the enemy suffered almost no damage.

Gu Li rode out and came to the front of the city wall, shouting: "Zhao Pu, you dare to use such a despicable method. You are really going backwards as you live. Do you dare to open the gate and go out of the city to fight?"

Zhao Pu knew that this little trick was not honorable after all, and it was not a long-term solution. Now that the other party had challenged him, he had no choice but to go down to the city and start fighting.

The gate of Hanyang Pass was opened, and teams of soldiers marched out of the city in an orderly manner and lined up neatly in front of the pass. The 250,000 soldiers looked at the enemy with a fearless look in their eyes.

Zhao Pu was worried that if he lost this battle, Hanyang Pass would be lost, so he left 50,000 troops in Guanzhong.

Seeing Zhao Pu leaving the city, Guli and Mengke on the opposite side rode out directly and took the lead in the charge.

Seeing the enemy coming to kill him, Zhao Pu said, "Brothers, follow me and let the ancient barbarians see the bloodiness of the men of Xiayang."

After saying that, he rode out on his horse, holding a golden spear in his hand and charged straight into the enemy camp.

When the two armies met, flesh and blood flew everywhere, heads rolled down, and the blood immediately dyed the ground red.

Zhao Pu directly faced Gu Li. The two had been confronting each other for decades and both regarded each other as their lifelong enemies. They attacked with ruthless moves and deadly tactics at every step.

Lin Zhan fought against Shang Mengke. One of them was holding a long sword, and the other was holding a long spear. The fight was so intense that it was unclear who would win.

Li Wu swept across the battlefield, directly killing several barbarians. His long sword flew up and down, killing with every blow, until the main force of the enemy discovered him and held him back.

The melee began, and blood gathered above the battlefield. No one noticed that the blood seemed to be gathering in all directions.

The fighting continued, Yan Yonghe looked at the carnage on the battlefield, his eyes full of vicissitudes.

Wang Hong also faced the enemy general. Unfortunately, the opponent was much younger than Wang Hong, but he was undoubtedly not inferior to Wang Hong at all. Every move he made was a killing move, as if he was determined to kill Wang Hong here.

As the weapons collided, Wang Hong's face changed drastically because his hidden injury suddenly occurred, causing Wang Hong to swing his sword a few points slower than the opponent.

The enemy general was very excited, and just when he was about to kill Wang Hong off his horse, a deep blue sword blocked the fatal blow.

Wang Hong looked and saw an old woman in her sixties riding a chestnut horse. He could feel a heroic spirit coming towards him.

She Saihua said in a deep voice: "Leave this to me, you are injured, so retreat first." After that, she raised her knife and slashed at the enemy general.

Wang Hong watched She Saihua fighting. Every move was like waves hitting the shore, and the sound of waves seemed to echo in his ears.

With just a few moves, a huge head was chopped off.

As the main general, Zhao Pu was always observing the situation on the battlefield. When he saw She Saihua kill the enemy with just a few moves, he couldn't help but admire her skills and even more her age.

Seeing She Saihua's bravery, the enemy did not dare to be careless. They saw two monks in the first level of Yunling Realm galloping towards them.

She Saihua was still not at a disadvantage when fighting one against two. She swung the big knife in her hand tightly and, relying on the special spiritual weapon, she even had a bit of suppression.

"Boom--Boom!"

Beams of light shot up into the sky. Zhang Jue saw that the time was ripe and directly activated the improved version of the "Bloodsucking Demonic Formation".

For this purpose, Zhang Jiao specially lent Chu Mo the spiritual object that had previously served as the center of the formation.