Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Chapter 609: The Decisive Battle! Meat Grinder!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Boom!
There was no hesitation as two mighty waves of soldiers smashed against each other on the slopes of the mountain, resulting in the most intense clash of the entire battle. Of the more than four hundred thousand soldiers, almost all of them had been committed, with Geluofeng and Duan Gequan holding back a single unit in reserve.
This time, Dalun Ruozan resorted to no tactics or strategy. It was a straightforward advance, one that relied on pure pressure. Once one's soldiers far outnumbered one's opponent's, numbers became the best strategy, the best tactic.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Bellows rang out through the sky. The roiling wave of black steel was enough to make anyone pale.
"Get ready!"
"Get ready!"
"Go!"
……
Wang Chong's voice resounded over the mountain. The first to attack was not the majestic Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army but the Annan Protectorate army. Thwishthwishthwish! Countless arrows howled through the air, descending into the center of this flood of steel.
Boom!
It was like a boulder smashing into a river. The numerous arrows pierced through necks, cheeks, knees, and bodies. Hundreds upon thousands of Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers began to fall, and a small hint of disorder immediately appeared in the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang ranks.
Thwishthwishthwish!
One wave, two wave, three waves… innumerable arrows continued to strike with lethal precision, causing the chaos to continuously expand.
"It's useless. Once the number of soldiers reaches a certain level, local victories are no longer a concern."
Dalun Ruozan looked at the mountain, his eyes calm.
If a hundred-man army lost a hundred men in battle, the entire army would be wiped out. If a two-hundred-man army lost a hundred men in battle, it would be a severe wound. For a thousand-man army, it would be a setback. But when this army swelled to several thousands, tens of thousands, the effect became triflingly small.
The injuries inflicted by Wang Chong's arche
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