My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 860 - 256 Our Army was Defeated_4
Chapter 860: Chapter 256 Our Army was Defeated_4
At this moment, all the commands in the army were conveying one order to them—retreat.
"Why retreat as soon as there’s thunder?"
"What happened at the front?"
"I don’t know."
"..."
The delivery of military orders cannot simply rely on shouting. Even if the voice is loud enough, the mixed voices of numerous generals can easily cause chaos.
The orders conveyed by military flags and war drums are often very concise and clear, such as how many times the drum is beaten for marching, how long the horn is blown for withdrawing, how the military flags are waved to indicate which direction to move, and what formation to arrange.
For the numerous Array Soldiers, they do not need to know much on the battlefield; they just need to use their lives to defend the orders.
Just like now.
Amidst the pouring rain and thunder and lightning, they repeatedly confirmed that the orders received were simply two words—retreat.
"Why retreat?"
"What happened at the front?"
"..."
More and more soldiers wanted to see what was happening in the front, with some even stepping on the shoulders of their comrades or leaping high.
However, even a million-strong army spreads dozens of miles horizontally, and with the gale and torrential rain, the black night lightning, how could they possibly see what was happening upfront?
"When you are told to retreat, just retreat!"
"What are you standing there in a daze for? Hurry up!"
"..."
One by one, Assistant Generals, either riding warhorses or carried by Cultivators’ flying swords, shuttled through the formations, continuously urging the soldiers to execute the orders.
At the same time.
In the field of vision of Emperor Longqing and others, the White Robed soldiers on the opposite shore finally...
Moved!
They appeared in a charging posture, stepping one after another onto the pre-constructed floating bridge, sprinting madly towards the intentionally left gap for the million-strong army, the sound of hooves on the planks like dense war drums.
Emperor Longqing, riding the Immortal crane, slowly ascended into the air, the mana in his body beginning to gather, his dragon eyes deep as an abyss released an unprecedented vigilance and killing intent.
By his side, Ling Kui also wielded the Yin Gui Netherworld Sword, the sticky Nether River True Power wrapping around the coldly shining sword blade like vines.
Dan Liangcheng was no longer concerned with Kunyang City, holding the Mystic Jade Golden Bamboo, staying here, ready to fully control the Formation to assist the two.
The end!
Everything was about to end!
They only needed the White Robe and White Horse leading the first batch of soldiers to land. The barrier of the Six Ding Six Jia Great Formation would appear behind them, cutting off their retreat, making it impossible for most of the rebel army still on the bridge to advance or retreat.
Then, the Central Army and rear army, according to the original deployment, would attack in an encircling formation of the "Heaven and Earth Three Talents Formation" before the Enemy Army could all land.
They all knew that the White Robe could use the Heavenly Book Array.
But the so-called military formation still depended on manpower.
Under the court’s arrangements, the rebel army fundamentally had no opportunity to form a formation. As soon as they landed, it was a dead end!
Fifty zhang!
Twenty zhang!
Ten zhang!
The White Robe and White Horse holding the Longdan Bright Silver Spear charged ahead, with such speed that it tore a curtain in the water cascade formed by the torrential rain, leaving only one last step from the riverbank.
Emperor Longqing’s horsetail whisk emitted a Five-Colored Auspicious Light, resembling a Sea of Magic Power on the verge of erupting.
Just as his arm slowly lifted, amidst the muddy army on the ground, suddenly, a loud voice rang out.
This voice drowned out the wind, overshadowed the rain, surpassed the sound of thunder, like a great bell ringing from the heavens. freёwebnoѵel.com
"Our army has lost—"