Chapter 94: Meng Shan

This turned the carriage formation into a simple small fortress. Who knew that Meng Shan would be so fierce, actually grabbing the carriage stacked on top and throwing it away.

Of course, his chest was also stabbed more than ten times by the Great Wind Army's spears and halberds, but no one could pierce his heavy armor. Immediately after, Meng Shan pulled the carriage in front of him and rushed in! That kind of destructive brute force demonstration, He Lingchuan was raising his hand to shoot the crossbow at the time and didn't see it, but he happened to block Meng Shan's path, so he was the first to be hit by a cannon to the sky.

The one that hit him was a giant shield.

Shield height was generally within two or three feet, but because of Meng Shan's size, this specially made large shield exceeded four feet, weighing more than one hundred and fifty jin, made of black wood mixed with yellow essence copper, with a hegemon painted on the surface.

This weapon was painstakingly crafted, not just for defense, but under the blessing of Meng Shan's giant strength, it was completely used as a heavy weapon. Now he had a giant axe in one hand and a heavy shield in the other, killing with great momentum.

No one wanted to touch his edge lightly.

With this warrior opening the way, the Baling people quickly squeezed through the gap in the carriage formation.

"Before shooting Meng Shan, you'd better think it through," a soldier suddenly said a few feet away. "At least not here."

This guy had a critical saber wound on his thigh, deep to the artery, fortunately, his descendants were preserved. A-Luo had already dealt with it, so he couldn't move easily, and now he had to hide behind the carriage, shooting cold arrows upward.

He Lingchuan looked and secretly thought this guy was really cunning; his hiding position was very wretched, his whole person was completely blocked by the carriage, the enemy at a high position was very difficult to deal with him, but he could shoot upward through the gap between two boards.

His accuracy was much stronger than He Lingchuan's, hitting once every two arrows, and there were always enemies screaming and falling down.

This greatly shared the combat pressure on the riverbed.

This kind of person's combat power might not be particularly outstanding, but he had unique insights into survival skills. After all, after a battle, living was everything.

So He Lingchuan's eyes rolled, and he said to him, "Thought it through, help me reload two more crossbows!"

This guy also had a single-handed crossbow by his feet, and upon hearing this, he helped him load two and threw them over. "What's your name?"

"He Lingchuan."

He Lingchuan carried a crossbow on his back, held one in his hand, and struggled to stand up. "It's time to use our backup plan."

If it weren't for the medicine, he suspected he wouldn't be able to move at all; this was truly good medicine, he had to find a way to get some after waking up from the dream.

This person bowed to him. "Warrior, if you fall, we will follow."

He Lingchuan rolled his eyes, quickly moved toward the second carriage formation, and shouted, "Throwing money, what are you waiting for?"

It was time.

Dozens of people stationed behind the second carriage formation were using the carriage formation as sandbags, lying on the carriage roof and shooting arrows. He Lingchuan roared, and several teams saw it was time, grabbed the things behind them, and threw them forward.

That's right, what they threw out were all gold, silver, and jewelry.

With a clatter, gold coins, silver coins, pearls, and agate balls jumped and rolled on the ground.

Seeing this scene, He Lingchuan remembered a game he played a long time ago; what was the name of the skill?

Money Rain.

Eh? Who threw the gold toilet out together? The Baling people thought it was a hidden weapon, but when they looked closely, they saw gold shining everywhere.

Wealth moves people's hearts.

There is gold on the ground; what is your reaction? Of course, bend down to pick it up.

The Baling soldiers who broke through the carriage formation subconsciously went to pick up the money.

If the sky falls, others will hold it up; only when money is in the pocket is it secure.

These soldiers came to the Panlong Wasteland to sell their lives; in the end, it wasn't because they committed crimes, were serving, or were short of money.

Unlike the residents of the Panlong Wasteland, they could still return to their country, and these gold and silver were too useful to them.

The Baling people were in such a mess, so what was the Great Wind Army being polite for? They swung their sabers and chopped.

As for Meng Shan, everyone took the initiative to avoid him.

This kind of thorny point, the small soldiers admitted they couldn't deal with it, so of course, they had to leave it to the leaders.

So although Meng Shan rushed left and right, he didn't actually cripple a few people except for unlucky guys like He Lingchuan.

Of course, he also successfully attracted Commander Xiao's attention. The latter sheathed his saber, changed to a long spear, and roared again, "Don't panic, the enemy's luck is declining, perform well!"

Everyone was reminded by him, and when they looked carefully, sure enough, the light on the Baling soldiers dimmed, far from being as bright as before.

Originally, there was a gap in morale between the two sides, and this gap widened even further, making it even more handy to kill people.

What was going on, why did the opponent's morale suddenly decline? He Lingchuan carefully examined Meng Shan and understood:

The green light on this strong man suddenly became bright.

In other words, he used the State Foundation Order to re-allocate luck and allocated more to himself.

He took more, so other soldiers naturally had less.

Such distribution was understandable; Meng Shan was responsible for the task of strongly breaking the carriage formation and breaking through the Great Wind Army's defense line, so naturally, the stronger the strength, the better, so that he could concentrate his efforts on one point, and he indeed completed it.

Then next, his goal was the second carriage formation.

Meng Shan was about to rush over, but Commander Xiao had already arrived, entangling him in the local area with a long spear.

Meng Shan protected his neck and eyes, the two vital points, and launched a series of slashes at Commander Xiao.

From so far away, He Lingchuan could hear the whistling wind.

Even if it were Commander Xiao, if he were hit, he probably wouldn't be able to stand firm.

Of course, facing an opponent with such amazing strength, Commander Xiao didn't intend to fight hard at all. Either dodging or unloading force, the spear tip burst with cold light, stabbing more than ten times like a storm!

This martial art was truly astonishing. Even though He Lingchuan stared without blinking for an instant, he still felt dazzled and couldn't keep up with the speed of his strikes.

The long spear stabbed out afterimages, and the most terrifying thing was that every strike was at the same point, stabbing at Meng Shan's rear knee joint!

Although he was covered in heavy armor, the joints must be relatively weak.

Meng Shan's body tilted, a burst of pain, and he suddenly raised his heavy shield and smashed it heavily toward the ground.

With a loud "bang

Once the shockwave was released, Commander Xiao bore the brunt of it and couldn't even stand steady, retreating three large steps in a row.

Meng Shan seized the opportunity to swing his axe. With three clanging sounds, Commander Xiao responded quickly, parrying all three strikes on his long spear, though he himself was knocked more than two zhang away.

Don't let Meng Shan's large, hulking frame and heavy armor fool you; he wasn't clumsy at all, and the speed of his axe strikes was shockingly fast. He Lingchuan saw a faint glow on his axe and guessed that this weapon had properties that granted lightness or agility.

Only a fierce warrior with powerful martial arts can complement each other perfectly.

Meng Shan was about to pursue when an arrow "whooshed" toward his eye.

The burly man raised his axe, and the arrow was blocked by the broad surface of the blade.

(End of Chapter)