The general reserve composed of the 10th and 11th Divisions of the Fourth Army of the Immortal Realm Volunteer Army proceeded exceptionally smoothly in the attack. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The main forces of the two divisions opened a long line of skirmishers, faintly surrounding a large circle of birdmen in the middle, and the assault force composed of three main regiments had broken through the perimeter of the birdmen, and a large number of birdmen formed a situation of division and encirclement. After the great battle more than a month ago, this force, composed of the remnants of the disciples of Kunlun Immortal Mountain, was not only full of hatred for the birdmen, but also gained rich experience in fighting the birdmen from continuous battles. These experiences, which have been exchanged for great sacrifices and blood, make them seem to be very handy when dealing with birdmen.

They have adopted the tactics of multi-way assault by small units, coordinated by powerful squads, and concentrated firepower strikes, and have already coordinated quite tacitly in the allocation of troops and firepower, in the selection of assault formations and attack routes, and in the firepower strikes and mutual support. With 200,000 troops against 2 million high-level birdmen, their battle was impressive, and not only did they not have the upper hand, but quickly divided the birdmen into several large pieces, cutting several wide gaps in the middle of the battlefield.

And Lei Dong personally led a central commando team of about 3,000 people, which can be described as overwhelming. The tomahawk "Ben Thunder" danced into a black shadow, constantly blasting the birdman in front of him into a cloud of scattered light feathers, clearing a wide passage. The three thousand monks behind him ignored it, and rushed towards the center along this passage with all their might, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the assault team rushed out for thousands of miles, only one step away from the fourteen-winged birdman in the center, and the hideous and terrifying expression on the birdman's face was already clearly visible.

But at this moment, the monks suddenly noticed that the expression of the birdman on the big face with a high nose and deep eyes suddenly changed dramatically, no longer with a little fear, no longer shouting in panic, but becoming full of contempt and sarcasm.

“！ @！ @！ @…… RT*^$^G...... "The Fourteen-winged Birdman screamed loudly, and no one could understand what he was calling, but everyone suddenly noticed that the situation on the battlefield had suddenly changed dramatically.

The tens of thousands of twelve-winged birdmen guarding the birdman's side suddenly rushed up frantically in desperation, and flew up fiercely in the face of the thunderous battle axe, and the surrounding birdman, who had been faintly separated, suddenly launched a crazy counterattack, dragging the main forces of the two divisions to death, and about one-third of them immediately turned around and turned around the three-thousand-strong assault team in the center. In an instant, the three thousand people were completely encircled, and all of them were ten-winged high-level birdmen.

This is not the most serious, what is even more terrifying is that when the situation of the central war group suddenly changed dramatically, in the surrounding battlefields, except for the head of Sun Moon City, in the other four battle groups, there were at least tens of millions of birdmen who had already suppressed the monk legion to the death, and at least tens of millions of birdmen suddenly broke away from the battlefield and gave up the suppression of the monks.

This is a conspiracy, a premeditated trap, the fourteen-winged birdman deliberately sent out all the demons and most of the birdmen around him, forming a seemingly isolated group, the purpose is to attract the last strength of the monks, and surround them in one fell swoop, in a vain attempt to gather and annihilate them!

The monks were shocked for a moment, just over two months ago when they started the great battle that is still fresh in their memory, and these birdmen seemed to only carry out a crazy group attack, without such quick response and insidious trap schemes.

However, no one is afraid, and no one retreats, the battle has reached this point, and all the monks in the fairy world have no way to retreat, their only choice is to launch the fiercest attack on the enemy, launch the most desperate counterattack, either victory or death!

The shouts of killing became more intense, and the battlefield with a diameter of tens of thousands of miles was full of desperate figures, angry roars, explosions, miserable screams, and the brilliance of the sky and the black, red, and golden blood, completely filling up every inch of space from the sky to the earth.

The battle once again formed a situation of ring after ring, and the entire battle situation also entered the most critical moment.

In the middle, the commandos led by Lei Dong fought hard at the core level; On the periphery, all the commanders and fighters of the 11th Division had to desperately hold back the birdmen's attack to the center, and on the other hand, they had to make every effort to block the birdmen coming from various battlefields; On the periphery, the offensive and defensive battles in Sun Moon City have entered a completely white-hot stage, forming another focus on the battlefield; At the outermost level, the six armies of Haotianmen and the Volunteers, who had been slightly relieved, began to try to launch a local counterattack to destroy as many enemies as possible while relieving the huge pressure they were facing.

The battle was extremely tight, but it was thrilling everywhere. Everyone knows that the current situation seems to be a stalemate between the two sides, but as long as there is a collapse in either direction, the final result will be a complete collapse of the overall situation.

In this case, only Lei Dong remained calm, he waved the thunder in the crowd of birds and constantly assaulted, killing happily, while loudly encouraging the morale of the commanders and fighters, and at the same time, he even had the leisure to look at the southeast, with a mysterious faint smile on his face: "Calculate the time, it's almost up......"

This is an unprecedented battle that has never happened in the fairy world, tens of millions of human races and demon clans have joined forces, in a vast area, to concentrate on a super-large battle, such a thing, even in the battle of ancient immortals and demons, has never appeared.

Another consequence of the sheer scale of the campaign was the increasing number of casualties.

Monks are constantly being completely killed, severed limbs and stumps are falling from the sky, and seriously injured monks are falling to the ground and can no longer get up. The same scene is repeated on every battlefield. The heavy injuries forced them to lie on the ground and watch their comrades fighting in the sky, bleeding and desperate, while they could not do anything about it.

In normal times, even during the Great War of Immortals and Demons, if such a thing happened, all these injured monks could do was to endure the pain, or take pills to heal their wounds, or wait for the battle to be over and then be treated by their companions, or even wait for death in place - no one would care about them during the Great War. Because of this, countless people can no longer practice normally, some people are left with lifelong disabilities, some people have lost their cultivation and become complete wastes, and some people have never waited for treatment and have died helplessly in pain and screams.

This time, however, it seems to be different.

When the battle entered a stalemate, groups of monks began to appear in all corners of the battlefield, searching for the wounded who could not afford to be injured. These cultivators are not very high, they are basically the lowest level in the early stage of true immortals, but their expressions are the same as those of the Heavenly Immortals and Golden Immortals in battle, so resolute and focused.

The battle in the sky and on the earth was still raging, and the bombardment of magic weapons, demonic energy, lightsabers, and spiritual power was still densely sounding, but these people were not afraid. On the battlefield, they ran, jumped, and rolled, while carefully searching every corner, not an inch of ground, searching for every wounded monk, carrying them onto stretchers, and then quickly disappearing into the distance.

Except for those who were so badly wounded that they fainted, no one wanted to leave the battlefield at this time. In their hearts, even if they are cheering for their comrades in place, even if they bite with their mouths, they have to fight with those birdmen until the last moment.

However, the heavy injuries have made them powerless to resist, and they can only lie on the stretcher, writhing and shouting hard, expressing their inner anger and grief.

"Put me down! I'm going to fight the birdman! In a certain monk team, a heart-rending roar suddenly erupted, a mid-stage monk lying on a stretcher, with the only remaining punch and kick around the area fiercely, the body rolled violently, and actually fell to the ground, the severe pain made his whole face distorted, but he still ignored it, turned around and crawled behind, blood flowed under his body, and instantly dyed a shocking blood-colored road.

Several monks carrying stretchers glanced at each other, all a little helpless, these days, they have seen too many such things. A true immortal who looked quite calm took two steps and said in a slow voice: "You are injured, you must heal, otherwise, you may ......"

But the heavenly fairy still ignored it, his body twisted and crawled forward on the ground, and his mouth kept roaring: "My brother is dead, my brother is also dead, what am I still alive for-"

Several monks sighed heavily, trying to persuade him, but they didn't know how to speak, and wanted to forcibly carry him back to the stretcher, but they were afraid of touching the wound, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

"Bang!" A wonderful groan suddenly appeared beside him, and with a stretch of his jade hand, he knocked out the monk who was screaming and crawling wildly, and the immortal monk's body suddenly stiffened slightly, and then he went limp, unable to move anymore.

Several members of the stretcher team looked up in shock, and in front of them was a woman, masked with light veils, her eyes shining with a sharp light, and a pretty figure beside her, standing on the ground looking at the injured monk, her eyes were full of sympathy.

"Order everyone," the voice of the lightly veiled woman was as cold as ten thousand years of Xuanbing, "Whether it is the human race or the demon race, whether it is from Kunlun Immortal Mountain or Haotianmen, if there is a similar incident, they will all be stunned and sent to the queen!" ”

"Yes, Grand Elder!"

The stretcher team quickly disappeared, and You Lianhua looked at the center of the battlefield from afar, and sighed deeply: "It's a good thing to be able to save more wounded, but in the end, you still have to win this battle......"