PNB Chapter 384
Chapter 384
what is it then?
The opponent was still so weak and pathetic, the low-level cultivator was still like a beggar wielding substandard weapons, and the enemy was still tattered and wretched.
What's wrong?
"Thank you for your guidance," Zhong Ming landed on the ground. At this moment, he had used up all the spiritual power in his dantian, leaving only a little power from the dragon vein.
"No need to thank me, it's not over yet." The female cultivator finished speaking and was about to make a move when she was interrupted by Zhong Ming's words.
“No, we have learned something from this lesson, so we should be grateful.” Zhong Ming’s voice was unquestionable. At this moment, he was no longer the usual jovial and carefree person, nor was he the one who would try to take advantage of any small gain. He was extremely serious, like a general who was breaking through his own bottleneck and commanding the “thousands of troops” formed from spiritual energy.
He pointed to the sky, indicating that the signal light would remain in the sky for several dozen breaths before finally falling like willow catkins.
"In the army, orders must be obeyed without question. A good general commands troops as if they were his own arm. When attacking, ten thousand men can unite and unleash their power in an instant, shaking the heavens and the earth. When defending, each man becomes a brick in the wall, and the army formation is as solid as the Great Wall. When retreating, they move slowly and orderly like a forest, without any flaws."
After Zhong Ming finished speaking, he sighed, "Our army is scattered and disorganized, each with its own camp. When you join our army, the cultivators are either attacking or defending, advancing or retreating. The attackers are weak, the defenders are powerless, those who try to maneuver don't know the way, and those who retreat don't know where to stop. It's all a mess."
"Well, at least there's someone who understands."
The female cultivator twisted her waist, and her comrade understood, immediately preparing for the next attack.
"But do you even have the right to say that? Do you really think you're a battalion commander?"
"I am the captain of the Third Guard Team." Zhong Ming's voice suddenly rose as he raised his jade token. "Here, I am the highest-ranking officer, and I am the one who commands. The entire army obeys my orders."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a fiery attack was upon him.
"Kill the Fire Cultivator!"
Since Huo Xiu has already made his move, then we should attack Huo Xiu first. In previous battles, when a Foundation Establishment cultivator attacked, the warriors who were not attacked were in chaos and unable to seize the opportunity to gather enough strength to counterattack.
After the "Unity of the World" attack, everyone realized that it wasn't that they couldn't obey orders, but that their methods were wrong.
They were simply used to the command patterns of the artillery battalion.
As soon as Zhong Ming gave the order, a soldier from the observation team shouted, "Coordinates South 4 East 6, fire freely!"
The warrior who still had the guiding beam in his hand immediately threw it there.
South 4 East 6 is a very large area. This is a common way of saying it in small-scale battles. It divides the entire battlefield into 400 squares. South 4 East 6 is the coordinate of four squares to the south and six squares to the east from the center of the arena.
The artillery has a wide attack range, so the coordinates do not need to be particularly precise.
Foundation Establishment stage cultivators can run very fast, and their coordinates don't need to be very precise.
The signal light flashed, and everyone launched another attack in that direction.
Zhong Ming emerged from the flames. The water mirror barrier formed by his last bit of power could not stop the raging fire. The spiritual light on his scales dimmed, and the temperature inside the armor soared. He forced his way out entirely by relying on his powerful physical body.
“Those who are good at guarding, come here.”
At the command, several cultivators rushed over.
The female cultivator flipped her jade wrist, about to crack her whip at the few "Good Guardians" running alone, when she suddenly saw Zhong Ming holding up his captain's jade token, looking at her with cold eyes.
In a daze, she had a feeling that as soon as she used her attack whip, the other side would immediately give the order, "Attack the whip cultivator!" Then the people behind her who were busy attacking the fire cultivator would immediately turn their attack around and smash their magic weapons into her back.
"Interesting." A slight smile appeared on her lips. The fire cultivator beside her was in a sorry state after being beaten. Although the group had just thrown all their magic at the one in the sky, and their attacks were not very powerful at the moment, even ants can kill an elephant if there are enough of them.
He was already struggling to defend himself; even if the opponent missed, the aftershocks from the fall to the ground could still have an impact.
The aftershocks can be quite frightening.
"What a pity, what a pity. If you had stepped forward when there were still more than sixty people, then there wouldn't be so many people lying on the side."
"Next time you send an injured player onto the field, at least inform the medical team. Also, my appearance fee for playing injured is 1,000 military merit points. Who can settle the bill?"
The female cultivator's brow twitched. 'One thousand military merit points? You really dare to ask for that much.'
The cultivators on the field were roughly divided into three groups: those skilled in defense came to Zhong Ming's side, those skilled in attack spread out around to attack the fire cultivators, and a group of people kept moving around, reporting positions and throwing beacon beams.
Players don't need to distinguish the enemy's figure in the smoke-filled battlefield; they only need to hear the color and then throw spells in the direction of the corresponding colored light.
"Hey, help me out! All you do is chat idly. Do you have a crush on her or something?"
The fire cultivator was suffering terribly from the concentrated fire and urged the female cultivator on, but the female cultivator dared not make any rash moves. The soldiers of the Flame Wolf Army had completely changed, and she felt that if she made a single move, everyone behind her might launch an attack on her.
"Enter."
At Zhong Ming's command, a small human wall composed of several burly men began to advance.
"Don't rush, keep up with me."
Zhong Ming began to deliberately stomp his feet heavily, and the heavy footsteps gradually unified the cultivators of different heights, weights, and builds.
This "temporary guard" is beginning to take shape.
She knew she couldn't hesitate any longer; she had to do something.
The long whip swirled around him, forming rapidly rotating defensive bands to guard against the people around him. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the whip, like a venomous snake, pierced directly at Zhong Ming.
"Shou!"
One of them was hit by the attack; the long whip pierced through his body and then struck Zhong Ming in the chest.
The scales were dented from the impact, and the one around the heart shattered due to insufficient spiritual energy.
Zhong Ming gripped the tip of the whip, and the man in front cried out in pain. He didn't cry out "It hurts!" He cried out, "I've got it!"
His hands gripped the long whip that pierced his chest. By making physical contact with the whip, which was bursting with spiritual energy, his flesh and blood were stripped away from his palms in just a few breaths. The bare white bones rubbed against the whip, producing a harsh and unpleasant "sizzling" sound.
"Kill the Fire Cultivator."
Zhong Ming repeated the order, and the soldiers attacked even more fiercely.
The defending soldiers didn't hesitate either. When they realized that one person couldn't stop the long whip, they quickly narrowed their defensive circle, trying to ensure that there were two people in front of Zhong Ming in most directions.
"Defenders, seize the long whip and attack along its length."
As soon as the words were spoken, the gauntlets on the hands of several burly men skilled in boxing shone brightly. Together they grabbed the whip, which was raging with spiritual energy, and with the combined strength of several people, they suppressed the power on the whip.