If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 68: The Power of the Military Formation

The iron chain spanning the two banks of Feixian Ferry weighs tens of thousands of pounds. When Song Zhong threw it out in a circle, it had a force of millions of pounds.

It hit the flood like a nuclear bomb detonating on the water surface, and the splashes and waves it created soaked the nearby hills.

With such force, if it hits the "Fire Dragon" formed by the Fire Crow Army head-on, it will probably smash the "Fire Dragon" to pieces.

It was like a Lego toy "Fire Dragon" that was thrown hard to the ground, with parts flying everywhere.

Song Zhong's target is still Marquis Lieyang, who is at the head of the fire dragon.

At that moment, Xiaoyu, who was at the dragon's claw, began to consider "abandoning the ship and escaping."

——If the Three Thousand Fire Crows Formation is broken, and she falls into the flood again, enduring Lei Yuanzi's Fire Wheel Thunder, can she hold on to the edge of the Feixiandu cliff? As the flood flows over the cliff, falls into the thousand-meter abyss, and smashes into the roaring Hualong River, the probability of survival seems to be high.
As a result, the "fire dragon" turned its head and tail gracefully and dodged the falling iron chain neatly.

Not only did Song Zhong miss his target, but the key "Fire Dragon" also seemed particularly relaxed.

"Such a huge and bulky army, composed of hundreds of knights with independent thoughts, can move so flexibly and so coolly?"

Xiaoyu was relieved and surprised, and at the same time, he became more curious about the "art of military formations".

She did not harass Song Changqing, but only sighed in her heart, trying to cultivate the fierce tiger's divine will, simulating the belief in Marquis Lieyang with her own soul, trying to integrate herself into the army formation.

"Boom, boom!"

Song Zhong tried several more times, pulling the chain back, spinning it in circles and speeding it up before throwing it out, but the fire dragon dodged it easily every time.

Moreover, the fire dragon used its mouth and claws to collide with Zhou Lang's flying sword continuously. Fire could be seen splashing at the collision points, which was very dazzling.

"Water Dragon, help me!"

Dou Yilin had a solemn expression and threw out eight pieces of talisman paper again, which transformed into eight green dragons.

This time, the Green Dragon did not attack the Fire Dragon. Instead, it bit the iron rod at one end of the iron chain in the water and quickly circled around the Fire Dragon.

No matter how the fire dragon moved around, its waist was still entangled by the iron chain.

"Song Zhong, trap it. Lei Yuanzi, Zhou Lang, use any tricks you have to lower the box!"

The thunderstorms became more severe.

The sword light became sharper and brighter.

Moreover, they had a tacit understanding this time. They slightly avoided Marquis Lieyang who was at the position of the dragon's head, and put more strength on the Western knights who were at the "fire dragon's trunk" area.

Song Changqing clearly felt the pressure rising rapidly.

He used his dragon claws on his waist and abdomen to pull hard at the iron chains wrapped around the fire dragon's body.

But the purple-red thunder and dazzling sword energy kept falling on the "dragon claws", and the thunder burned the dragon claws to a crisp - the armored knights near him were burned all over by the thunder, and some of them could not hold on and had already left the Fire Crow Army, and were swept away by the rushing flood, becoming a piece of the flying scales on the "fire dragon"'s body.

The sharp sword energy would occasionally penetrate the "dragon scales", leaving conspicuous cuts on the surface of their armor.

Finally, the straw that broke the camel's back appeared.

Song Zhong used his fist to hammer the iron bar at the other end of the iron chain into the top of the Nanshan cliff, then strode back to Feixiandu, pulled out the other iron chain, swung it around and smashed it at the "Fire Dragon". The "Fire Dragon" struggled desperately, trying to dodge, but failed to break free from the previous chain.

"Boom~~~~"

The "fire dragon" was broken in half, but the front half of the "fire dragon" could still maintain its "dragon body".

The back half of the "dragon body" was disconnected from the army's energy, the fire on the surface disappeared, and it split again into a number of howling and struggling knights.

But they didn't howl for too long.

After being dispersed into individual knights, they were immediately swept into the raging flood without even a wave.

"The flying sword is coming, don't be distracted!"

Xiao Yu yelled and leaped up, stepping on Song Changqing's shoulders with both feet. He drew the Dragon Kiss Sword and swung out a three-meter-long blood-red "sword energy", which collided head-on with the immortal sword that had taken advantage of the opportunity to enter.

“Dang~~~~”

The long and loud sound of metal colliding made Song Changqing, who was right below, shudder: It was a close call, he was almost split into two pieces by the flying sword.

After recovering from his shock, he was puzzled again, "How did you - you actually merged into the Three Thousand Fire Crows Formation and replaced me to become a key node in the formation?!"

"Hehe, that's right. I'm now also a Fire Crow Army soldier. It's actually quite simple." Xiao Yu said with a proud smile.

The process of integrating into the army was so smooth that even she was surprised.

She didn't know how the elite troops of Shu were trained in the past. Anyway, she followed Song Changqing's instructions and imitated the process of practicing the fierce tiger's will to carefully feel the "Fire Crow's Will" of the military formation.

She didn't feel any of the battle techniques, the flow of military energy, or the breathing of true energy.

She immersed her spirit in the Purple Palace, trying to feel the flame-like "military soul" on Song Changqing's body, and felt a belief very clearly.

It is not simply loyalty and trust to Marquis Lieyang, but more of a strong collective belief that "all soldiers in the army are brothers, sharing the same hatred of the enemy, with unified will and strength, and facing the outside world together."

This belief is the "divine will" of the Three Thousand Fire Crows Formation.

At that moment, Xiaoyu seemed to see the voices of thousands of Qin soldiers singing "Qin Feng·Wu Yi" in unison: Who says I have no clothes? I share my robes with you, my hatred with you, my work with you, and my journey with you.
Once he recognized and established this belief, Xiaoyu would naturally become a member of the "Three Thousand Fire Crow Army" even if he had no knowledge of the military tactics and formations of the Chinese nation.

Then it's even simpler.

She has no inner strength?

It doesn’t matter, there are comrades in the army, and Marquis Lieyang is one of them.

Is she unsteady on her feet?

Impossible! She has been recognized by the army and has become a claw on the claws of the "fire dragon".

The dragon claws are firmly attached to the fire dragon's body, so there is absolutely no possibility of it being "unable to stand firmly".

"Brothers, follow my command and destroy that bastard Zhou Lang first!"

Xiaoyu used her toes to make Song Changqing lean forward and lie on the horse's back. She then stepped on his back like she was riding a skateboard, holding the Dragon Kiss Sword high in her right hand and letting out a long howl.

It is not difficult to establish belief by simulating the will of the fierce tiger with the soul and then integrate into the military formation.

But it is extremely difficult to express one's own will freely in the military formation.

She couldn't make the "Dragon Claw" move at all. She now replaced Song Changqing and became a major node of the Dragon Claw, but she was not everything about the Dragon Claw.

There were dozens of armored knights nearby cooperating with her, forming the "Dragon Claw" with her.

So she let out a long roar, not only to let the armored knight hear her voice, but more importantly to let the dragon head Marquis Lieyang understand her intentions and agree with her will.

After all, she was just integrated into the army, not leading it.

The difficulty in military tactics and military formations is not how to join them.

Many soldiers are illiterate and don’t understand the principles. The threshold for joining the army is too high. How can we form an army?

The real difficulty lies in building the military formation platform!
It was Marquis Lieyang who built the Three Thousand Fire Crow Army. He was the leader of the army and also the "dragon head".

When Marquis Lieyang heard her long roar - in fact, he didn't need to shout it out, he could feel the fighting will of every soldier in the army, and he could also impose his will on anyone of them - he hesitated for a while, and then Xiaoyu felt like a fish in water.

She seemed to have an illusion that the dozens of armored knights nearby were part of her body, but they were not so easy to use. They were more like exoskeletons that assisted the body's movement.

The most direct effect was that the short sword in Xiaoyu's hand either stabbed or picked, and the dragon claw had five toes, with the middle finger bent, just avoiding the whistling sword light that was a foot long. The dragon wrist turned cleverly, and the bent middle toe flicked lightly, hitting the middle of the flying sword.

“Dang~~~~”

The flying sword let out a mournful cry and was actually bounced away.

Then the dragon claws continued to move and became more flexible.

When another flying sword pierced the fire dragon's upper abdomen, it put its two toes together, like a human sword finger, and gently poked the flying sword.

There was actually a hint of sword intent.

“Boom—Crack~~~”

The flying sword that originally flew out with the sound of a dragon's roar, once again let out a mournful cry, and took off its ten-foot-long sword coat, revealing a three-foot-long, snow-white sword. It stayed there, still trembling.

The dragon claw was rude and its moves were extremely fierce. It grabbed the three-foot flying sword in its claws and squeezed it hard.

"Kacha kacha~~~"

The flying sword was as brittle as a pancake, and crystal clear fragments scattered from the gaps between its claws.

Several movements connected together look elegant and natural, but are actually extremely swift and sharp.

"What, what's going on?" Song Changqing, who was lying on the horse's back, was stunned.

As part of the dragon claw, the Shu armored knight who deflected and crushed a flying sword also felt like he was in a dream and it was very unreal.

"Very well, continue."

There was also a hint of imperceptible surprise in Marquis Lieyang's calm voice.

By connecting with the military formation's energy, his voice traveled directly into Xiaoyu's mind.

Xiaoyu not only received the boss's commendation, but his mind also expanded rapidly, and he took control of another dragon claw - the fire dragon originally had four claws, but its body was cut in the middle by the iron chain, leaving only two claws, and now both claws were controlled by Xiaoyu.

The two dragon claws cooperate with each other, and the moves become more and more exquisite and light.

Or bend your toes to strike, or grab quickly, or use your claws to carry the sword.
Not only were five of the seven flying swords dancing around the fire dragon crushed in succession, but the iron chains wrapped around the dragon's body were also cut off by the dragon's claw sword energy.

Zhou Lang, who was controlling the flying swords, looked pale and spat out a mouthful of blood. The only two flying swords that remained wailed as they escaped from the flood and returned to the sword box behind him.

Song Zhong, who was pulling the iron chain, missed it and took seven or eight steps back before he could steady himself. Looking at the smooth broken end of the iron chain, he was both angry and shocked.

Dou Yilin landed on the top of the northern mountain, supported the shaky Zhou Lang, and asked in shock: "What happened? Why did you retract the flying sword and spit out blood?"

“I destroyed five of my natal flying swords. It was that little barbarian dog. It must be her. I can sense her sword intent!
She has integrated into the Three Thousand Fire Crows Formation and has been highly valued by Marquis Lieyang. Now she is almost the one controlling the Three Thousand Fire Crows Formation. Damn it, not only is she born with great sword skills, she also has the talent to become a divine general!"

Zhou Lang gritted his teeth, his expression twisted, his eyes filled with hatred and deep jealousy.

"Who is the little dog? You are a sword immortal, who can destroy your flying sword with sword intent?" Dou Yilin said in disbelief.

“That little barbarian dog ate the bone-changing pill, and his sword skills became perfect. With the help of the power of the Fire Crow Army, each of his moves landed on the weakest point of the flying sword.

Even I myself didn't know that my sword moves had such a fatal flaw. It's incredible.

Every move I made seemed like I was acting with her, and she—"

"boom!"

Before Zhou Lang could finish his words, a bright red splash of water exploded in the surging waves.

The "fire dragon" finally jumped out of the water, opened its mouth and spit out a flaming spear to the east.

"Swoosh--" The flaming spear was as fast as thunder, and when it came to Monk Miao, he didn't even notice it.

"boom!"

The treasure vase in the fat white monk's hand was shattered into pieces in the explosion of fire, and the remaining limbs were scattered all over the place.

A thick black gas rushed out from the broken vase.

The black gas was like a thousand-foot-long python, roaring into the sky and dyeing the blue sky for a thousand miles black.

In an instant, heavy rain fell like a waterfall within a thousand miles of Feixiandu.

After the rain dispersed, the flood in the Feixiandu Valley eased.

The water level is still dropping at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Shooting down the sun failed, retreat quickly!" Zhou Lang's already pale face was filled with endless fear.

Without waiting for Dou Yilin's response, he had already become one with the sword, transformed into a ray of sword light, and with the help of the rain clouds, disappeared into the sky.

Dou Yilin was stunned for a moment, then became furious, "Idiot, we still have a trump card, why are you running away!"

"Marquis Lieyang, look this way!"

A loud shout came from the southern slope.

He is the last of the “Eight Immortals of the West”, the Military Immortal Sun Jinbiao.

(End of this chapter)