When Zhao Yang saw the qi, blood and wolf smoke, he had this idea in his mind.

If it is a large army that cooperates with the vast majority, can it increase its fighting spirit?

Especially during the Zhenhaiwei War, he made a discovery. Even though the Dayu Dynasty was known as a country, it actually existed in the form of a sect.

That is, a large army was formed. Zhao Yang's opinion, this army was like a Taoist army, more than a military battle formation.

In fact, it is normal. The power level in the cultivation world determines that the power displayed by low-level practitioners and even mortals will not be taken seriously by high-level practitioners even if they gather.

An ant is an ant after all.

This time, Zhao Yang wants to try it.

He had seen that shocking power, that kind of unity and trembling power, and he wanted to try it.

Mortals and low-level practitioners are not ants.

Now it seems that the effect will be good.

Day 3, Day 4.

Everyone only practices swords, retracts swords, and attacks and retreats together.

Everyone did not stimulate their blood, so even the wolf smoke did not appear.

These soldiers rarely have the realm of body refining, and they cannot even stimulate the power in the magic weapon.

In this way, I waved the knife every day, even if it only took a few hours, but I was so tired that I couldn't straighten my waist.

But Zhao Yang's demands are strict, and everyone seems to be pouring into steel. They sit, stand, run, walk, even eat and wear armor. They are meticulous and consistent in their words and deeds.

Zhao Yang himself also felt silent, and he felt that a violent aura was spreading in the strokes of more than 10,000 soldiers.

But this aura was suppressed and continued to brew.

On the fifth day, Zhao Yang gave everyone a day off and asked them to go back to the camp to rest for a day.

Seeing the soldiers wearing magic weapons and armor, turning around the military camp with long swords, Zhao Yang smiled slightly.

In five days, the others leveled up every day, and they had already reached the middle and late stages of body refining.

And the cultivation level of the ten thousand people in my hands has not improved at all.

I believe that when they go back, the result will be very interesting.

Sure enough, he didn't wait long, a figure flashed over.

"General, I want to kill the monster." The soldier held a long sword in his hand, but his whole body was trembling.

"Why?" Zhao Yang asked lightly.

The soldiers were silent for a while, their faces turned red, and they gritted their teeth and said, "They said, I don't deserve to wear this armor."

No matter where, strength and income are not equal, others will not be able to respect it.

Zhao Yang didn't say anything, stood there quietly.

Gradually, more and more people came back.

"General, let's kill the monsters!"

"A general, even if he dies in battle, it is better than being looked down upon by others!"

...

Zhao Yangneng obviously felt an unspeakable aura spreading.

But he felt that it was not enough.

"Have you calculated how much spirit stones the armor on your body and the sword in your hands are worth?" Zhao Yang's voice overwhelmed everyone's shouts.

How many spirit stones are worth?

Although I don’t know the exact number, I think it’s a huge amount of wealth.

"Your equipment can be replaced with spirit stones, and several Golden Pill Ancestors can be piled up." Zhao Yang looked at the soldiers with a calm expression on his face: "Just like you, a Golden Pill Ancestor can kill you completely with just a cup of tea."

No one refuted.

A Jindan ancestor took action, and as many as they died, they would die.

"Since that's the case, why do you still need Zhenhaiwei? Isn't it enough to have ancestors on the Lancang River? Why do millions of troops have to kill themselves and die, and dry bones are piled up into mountains?" Zhao Yang seemed to be asking himself, and again the soldiers below.

Still no one answered these questions, military soldiers at the mortal realm had never considered them.

"If a hundred people die, if there are hundreds of people, ten people will become masters, or even one person will grow into the golden elixir. The Nascent Soul realm is worth it in the eyes of those powerful people who have lived for thousands of years."

Zhao Yang's words are ruthless, but this is indeed true.

The demon clan uses the human race to train soldiers, and the human race also uses the demon clan to sharpen the sword.

"You..." Zhao Yang said this, suddenly stopped and shook his head.

us.

We are of average talent.

Our cultivation is ordinary.

When the soldiers recalled, they suddenly realized that they were useless.

Originally, when I put on this armor, I felt like I was a personal person, but when I returned to the camp, my comrades had already made great progress.

Everything is back to the past.

Are we worthy of being the pile of dead bones by the Lancang River?

"Are you willing to become one of the boundless dead bones of the Lancang River?"

Zhao Yang shouted loudly, and his voice was like thunder.

Relaxed?

Who is willing to do it!

Everyone looked up, a flame burning in their eyes.

"What do you have?" Zhao Yang spread his hands and reached out and slapped his chest: "We have armor, swords, and the determination to kill all the enemies!"

He slowly clenched his fists and looked at everyone below: "Millions of people become one knife, and wherever the blade passes, everything will be killed!" "Kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Everyone couldn't help but yell, and the veins on their foreheads burst out.

"boom--"

A huge aura rose, unlike the bright red blood and smoke column before. This aura exuded a violent dark evil aura in the red.

Zhao Yang looked at the evil spirit with his teeth and claws, and was a little confused. Is it right that he did it?

"Cross!"

No matter whether he is right or not, let’s talk about it before you fight! With a loud shout, ten thousand soldiers quickly formed a square formation.

"Set off!"

After saying that, he raised his gun and rushed to the beach in the distance.

"boast--"

"boast--"

...

After training these days, the army has become a habit.

Ten thousand soldiers were arranged in a square formation, and there was only one sound.

The huge footsteps shattered the tranquility around them, and countless demons emerged in the dark blue sea.

"Squeak squeak—"

As if seeing delicious food, the demons rushed to the shore and stepped onto the beach.

Zhao Yang stood on the beach, looking at the demon clan rushing in front of him like a tide, and suddenly smiled softly.

He turned around, looked at the square formation step by step, and then gently pushed the spear in his hand to let it fall to the ground.

He opened his hands, his whole body of spiritual power was restrained, and then closed his eyes.

Behind him, countless demons rushed over.

The demon clan will kill the general!

The expression on the faces of ten thousand soldiers began to distort, and their feet unconsciously accelerated. It was not just one person who speeded up, but ten thousand people who speeded up together.

The demon clan was a hundred feet behind Zhao Yang, and the military formation was a hundred feet away in front of him.

The demon clan is fifty feet and the military formation is hundred feet.

The demon clan came ten feet behind Zhao Yang and stretched out his minions - "Drink!"

With a loud voice, the army formation crossed a hundred feet of space and landed in front of Zhao Yang. Everyone raised their hands and used their swords.

hack!

Zhao Yangneng heard a slight sound of wind blowing, slowly passing through his ears, with a little warmth.

He opened his eyes and saw the red face of the soldiers in front of him.

He turned around slowly.

There is nothing behind me.

There is no demon clan, no beach, within a thousand feet, the sea water is empty.

"Ha ha--"

Zhao Yang showed a wanton smile on his face.
Chapter completed!