After all, he had undergone the most rigorous training in Lei Dong, Song Tianxing took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "The current battlefield situation is very stale, and if it goes on like this, with our troops, we will not be able to withstand such attrition." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 According to the modern theory of general operations, after losing more than one-third of a unit of an ordinary army, its combat effectiveness is already seriously insufficient, and more than half of it can be judged as a complete loss of combat effectiveness, and now, our losses are close to one-third. Not to mention ......"

Song Tianxing's later words were not spoken, these statements were told to him by Lei Dong, according to Lei Dong's statement at that time, except for some ace troops or special combat units, or troops with a strong will to fight, which can not be measured by combat attrition, the general army loses more than one-third, and it is almost collapsed, and some countries can even surrender directly if they lose a quarter. As for the strength of the various sects in the Immortal Realm, although Lei Dong admitted that they may have an unimaginable firm will to fight in battle, their most critical problem is: "They are not even the most primitive troops......

When Lei Dong said these words, his face was a little contemptuous, but more of a great worry, and that complicated expression left an indelible impression on Song Tianxing.

Although Song Tianxing's words were not finished, Lu Pingjun already understood what he wanted to say. In fact, this is what Lu Pingjun is most worried about. At present, under the Hoututang Gate, the losses have exceeded 100,000, although everyone is still fighting desperately, but whether it is the branch hall of the middle level of defense and reinforcement, or the center responsible for the assault part, they have begun to show signs of insufficient troops and weak follow-up, and the battle is developing in the direction that they are least willing to see.

Lu Pingjun had no doubt that even if he fought to the last person, even if he fought to explode his immortal body, every disciple here would not take a step back, but what he was most afraid of was that even if all the disciples were killed in battle, they would not be able to hold back the pace of the demon clan, and they would not be able to stop them from launching a frenzied attack on the core of the sect. If something like that happens, he won't forgive himself even if he dies!

Until now, there has been no news about what kind of response the sect has made, and the reinforcements of the sect still don't know when they will arrive, and what they have to do is to prevent the worst from happening before that. And how to do this, perhaps the only hope is this little true immortal in front of him, who is not amazing, and more than thirty subordinates under him who are strangely dressed but have amazing combat effectiveness......

"Junior......

Song Tianxing's mouth had just opened, and before he could speak, Lu Pingjun had already opened his mouth to stop him: "You don't need to say more, what should I do, the 390,000 disciples under the Houtu Hall of Haotianmen, including myself, are sent to the soup and the fire!" ”

"Good!" There is no time to be polite, and in fact, this is the best result that I hope for the most, Song Tianxing said in a deep voice, "Draw out the ten thousand disciples with the highest cultivation and the strongest combat effectiveness, gather them together, and hand them over to me to command, I want to make the last assault on the enemy's center!" ”

"Lou Ran, Xie Tianhua, Miao Sige," Lu Pingjun didn't say a word, and his deep voice sounded on the battlefield, "Take your best disciples, and move closer to me immediately!" ”

Under the command of Song Tianxing and the mobilization of Lu Pingjun, the formation of the central battlefield changed rapidly. In this process, due to the rapid change, and the most elite forces were withdrawn, resulting in a reduction in combat effectiveness, all sides inevitably suffered greater casualties, from Lu Pingjun issued the first order, to the 10,000 most elite disciples gathered in the middle direction, in less than a stick of incense, more than 500 Hoututang disciples were killed on the spot, this loss speed, far more than several times the previous one.

But whether it was Lu Pingjun or Song Tianxing, it was as if they hadn't seen it, and their expressions hadn't changed a bit. They all knew that if the adjustment was not completed as soon as possible, over time, more monks might have to face more brutal battles and face greater casualties.

Especially Song Tianxing, this little true immortal who had just experienced a few battles, seemed to have begun to adapt to this tragic scene, his face was grim, his expression did not move, he just carefully adjusted the formation little by little, and dispatched the less than 20,000 monks who were originally gathered in the middle to various teams in batches according to the situation in all directions.

At the same time, under his command, the thirty-eight volunteer warriors who were originally divided into two teams of assaults rushed all the way to kill, converged all the way, and gathered in front of Song Tianxing.

"Listen to my orders, within ten breaths, gather all the grenades and throw them at me!" Song Tianxing shouted, "Give me a bang!" ”

"Yes!" The fighters snapped into agreement.

Song Tianxing then shouted, "Force" the artillery squad, concentrate all the artillery fire, listen to my order, and shoot all the shells out for me!" Shoot along the breach, stretch towards the center! ”

"Yes!" In the astonished gaze of the tens of thousands of monks who were ready to go, ten soldiers lined up in response, and with a swing of their wrists, five swarthy mortar cannon piers were on the ground, and began to calculate and shoot Zhu Yuan in the direction specified by Song Tianxing, adjusting the angle of the muzzle.

The preparation was completed in less than ten seconds, and Song Tianxing shouted: "Grenade, throw!" ”

Lu Pingjun and Lou Ran, as well as the tens of thousands of monks in Houtu Hall, once again witnessed the scene that stunned them. Twenty-eight monks plus Song Tianxing, twenty-nine people and fifty-eight arms, seemed to turn into thousands of arms in an instant, waving a large 'impenetrable afterimage' in front of them, thousands of black, fist-sized balls, like eyes flew out of dozens of miles, hundreds of miles away, like locusts overwhelmingly smashed into the crowd of demons and birds in front of them.

All the movements are done completely with physical strength, what kind of speed and power is this?

But before they could react from the shock, thousands of balls exploded. In the sound of explosions, firelight and gunpowder smoke rose into the sky, and the demons let out bursts of violent screams, and fell down a large piece, facing a thick layer of demon birdman barrier, and instantly blasted out a huge gap with a width of more than one mile and a depth of more than fifty miles.

"Fire!" The fire was not extinguished, the explosion was not stopped, Song Tianxing shouted, and rushed out first, "Rush!" ”

Twenty-eight volunteer soldiers formed two triangular assault formations and rushed out following Song Tianxing's pace. Behind him, twenty-three Golden Immortals and tens of thousands of Heavenly Immortal late-stage cultivators followed closely, like a torrent, and like a sharp arrow, shooting towards the huge gap.

Following the rhythm of their impact, the five mortars roared, the loaders kept loading, the shooters kept adjusting the angle of the muzzles, adjusting the range of the shells, and the powerful shells, with a whistling sound, smashed into the demons and birds, constantly blasting open a section of passage, as the pioneer of the troop assault.

This was a desperate assault, there was no so-called artillery preparation, Song Tianxing led an assault force of 10,000 people, almost stepping on the explosion point of the shells, all the way forward, desperately rushing.

"Maybe if Lei Dong is here, I can think of a more perfect, more elaborate and more destructive method, but I can only use this stupid method myself, and I can only do it like this at most." In the rapid assault, this thought appeared in Song Tianxing's mind inexplicably.

"If this assault fails, I may die here, I'm afraid I'll never see the little junior sister again, but I don't know if the little junior sister will cry sadly if she knows that I'm dead?"

"What was I thinking?" Song Tianxing shook his head fiercely, as if he wanted to throw the shadow of the little junior sister out of his head, forcibly calmed down, and commanded the monk brigade behind him to change formation while attacking with all his might.

The cannonballs developed by Leng Qingqiu were extremely powerful, almost every cannonball had the power of a full blow in the early stage of the Heavenly Immortals, thousands of cannonballs bombarded past, ordinary demons and eight-winged birdmen exploded and died in groups, and Song Tianxing's assault was almost smooth sailing. In the process of impact, there were constantly monks being killed, and there were constantly volunteer warriors falling on the road of the assault, but in just a few dozen breaths, they had already advanced thousands of miles, and the two demon kings were already close at hand.

This sudden change was so fast that before the demons could wake up to what had happened, their center had been almost completely pierced. The demons finally understood, and roared and rushed to the middle, trying to block the opening, and the two demon kings also seemed to wake up like a dream, roaring angrily to mobilize the surrounding demons and birdmen reinforcements.

However, at this time, I realized that it was too late. The remaining more than 8,000 Heavenly Immortals suddenly divided into two groups in the late stage, and while slamming forward, they spread out to both sides, resisting the demons and birdmen who surrounded them with all their might, just like two strong dikes, resisting the raging waves and floods on both sides, in the middle of the dike, Song Tianxing and the remaining eighteen volunteer warriors, Lu Pingjun and Lou Ran, more than twenty golden immortals gathered together, rushed all the way, and the demons in front of them were completely split in half like tofu.

"Boom, boom, boom-" The last batch of shells, finally reaching their longest range, exploded in the last line of the demon race, and in the severed limbs and black flesh and blood, the two demon kings were completely exposed in front of this small commando.

"Come on!" Lu Pingjun shouted, his whole body's spiritual power gushed, and he slammed into the demon king on the left, and the other demon king was instantly surrounded by more than twenty golden immortals.

Two demon kings equivalent to the middle stage of the Golden Immortal, encountering the full attack of one Xuan Immortal and more than twenty Golden Immortals, it is self-evident how it will end. In fact, this outcome was already foregone when the passage to the center was completely opened.

Broken bones are not enough for the fate of the two demon kings - these two guys who once escaped by using their companions' bodies as shields instantly turned into black ** qi scattered between heaven and earth, and dissipated into nothing in a moment.

When the two demon kings completely lost their lives, the heavens and the earth seemed to stand still, and time seemed to have come to a moment of pause, on the battlefield, only the two demon kings made a huge explosion sound when they turned into the tiniest particles, tens of millions of demons and countless birdmen, silent, instantly sluggish.

The next moment, an earth-shattering howl sounded on the battlefield, and countless demons and birdmen rushed towards the center of the battlefield, but many more were spinning in place, not knowing what to do.

The demon army, which has completely lost its unified command, has finally appeared in a huge chaos!

The most difficult situation finally passed, and the worst did not come out in the end. Ignoring the loss of their injured comrades and companions, Song Tianxing and Lu Pingjun immediately commanded the team, rushed into the opponent's battle formation, and launched a fierce rush to kill the army of demons and birdmen who were still in chaos.

They knew that even in this battle, the Immortal Clan Cultivator had regained a little bit of the initiative for the first time, but hundreds of millions of opponents were still a mountain weighing heavily on their heads, and the battle was far from over, and now was far from the time to celebrate.

"Kill—" Just as the battle in Hoututang had just resumed, a roar broke through the sky and rolled in. With a roar, a team of 100,000 people pierced through the outermost large array of the demon clan like a sharp sword and burst into the battlefield. The first person was the one, with a long robe and big sleeves, a long beard, a calm face and no anger and self-authority, and the vast spiritual power formed a powerful shield, enveloping countless monks in it, and it was like a broken bamboo across a distance of tens of thousands of miles, straight to the center of the battlefield.

"Sect Master?!" Lu Pingjun almost couldn't believe his eyes, and couldn't help but exclaim.

When he saw a large number of fellow sects coming in, Lu Pingjun knew that the sect had made a decision and sent a large team to reinforce him. But he never imagined that the one who came to the rescue would be the strongest Mingfeng Pavilion in the sect, and he couldn't have imagined that the one who led the team to rescue would be the sect master Taishu Kang!

The shock in Taishukang's heart at this time was no less than that of Lu Pingjun. Sleepless along the way to Mingjia Mountain, he originally thought that when he arrived, he would see the corpses of the monks under his door, and the army of demons and birdmen raging everywhere, but when he really saw the situation clearly, he found that the truth was just the opposite. The 500,000 disciples of the Houtu Hall, and nearly 400,000 people were still shouting and fighting, and the demons not only failed to break through their defenses, but were killed by them, and the entire formation was chaotic!

How is this possible? How did they do it?

"Haotianmen belongs, fight hard to kill the enemy!" Uncle Kang's loud voice resounded across the battlefield. He was ecstatic and had a huge shock in his heart, and he didn't have time to ask Lu Pingjun, so he directly snorted, threw himself into the demon army with his sword, and opened a killing ring.

The monks who were fighting with all their might saw the figure of the door master, and when they heard the voice of the door master, the blood in their hearts seemed to be completely ignited by a fire, and the shouts of killing resounded through the sky, and their combat power soared suddenly under impossible circumstances, and they killed the surrounding demons!