Chapter 6109: Power Showdown
Fat Dong and his men have captured a lot of cannon fodder since they arrived here.
No one competed with him for the captives here, so he kept them all, and he didn't mind their low realm.
He only kept the late True Gods, and the number of prisoners in the early and middle True Gods exceeded 1.5 million.
"Kill!"
With his order, these cannon fodders rushed directly towards the 300,000 enemy troops without any formation.
Liang Jinyong also informed the army that the opponent this time was stronger, so they were mentally prepared.
The army also followed the cannon fodder to the battlefield.
Fat Dong only released 20 Saints to protect himself and Liang Jinyong. The two of them did not rush forward.
Fat Dong was only at the second level of the True God, and it would be useless if he rushed forward.
Even if Liang Jinyong was only at the seventh level of the True God, he could fight against the ninth level of the True God, but it would be more difficult.
In this kind of melee, especially when the opponent was an elite team, it would be useless if he went up.
The 300,000 enemy troops did not expect that they had so many cannon fodder.
However, seeing that the cannon fodders were not at a high level, they did not avoid the battle, and used them as training.
When the two sides fought together, those five or six cannon fodders could not exchange for an ordinary soldier.
When facing those elite soldiers, the casualties were even greater, and twenty cannon fodders could not exchange for one elite soldier.
So as soon as the cannon fodder team rushed up, they were killed in rows.
"The combat effectiveness of these soldiers is really strong. Those elite soldiers can easily kill 200,000 or 300,000 of us."
Although they were enemies, Fatty Dong had to admire their strength.
He immediately released another 50,000 cannon fodders in the late True God stage to join the battle.
The cannon fodders in the early and middle True God stages alone were too weak, and they would pose a greater threat to them if they were mixed with some strong ones.
Sure enough, with the addition of these high-level captives, the opponent's formation was gradually broken.
Especially the two slightly worse teams, both of which had a big hole torn open, and the casualty rate increased greatly.
Even the formation of the elite soldiers was torn open from time to time, and they had to do their best to block it, resulting in greater casualties.
Fatty Dong watched for a while, and then released five Saint Venerables of the first level, and asked them to attack the elite soldiers.
He always treated the Saint Venerables as treasures, and this time he was also desperate.
The five Saint Venerables also rushed over immediately. As soon as they went over, they immediately made several holes in the formation of the elite soldiers.
The other cannon fodders also followed those strong men to kill in, and smashed the front team of the elite soldiers into pieces.
The elite soldiers could only retreat and rearrange their defenses.
The five Saint Venerables broke their defenses three times in a row.
Almost every time their defenses were broken, the cannon fodders could rush in and kill two or three thousand more of their soldiers.
In the end, although the five Saint Venerables died in the battle, the elite soldiers also lost nearly 10,000 people.
Moreover, they fully formed a new defense line, and the soldiers went to plug the gaps, and the consumption was greater than before.
Their front army had almost been consumed, and the central army replaced it.
"Go again!" Fatty Dong released five Saint Venerables of the first level martial artists again to attack the elite soldiers.
The formations of the other two armies of the other side were nearly half invalid, and many soldiers were in a melee.
So Fatty Dong didn't have to worry about it, and just focused on the elite troops.
This time he used five Saints again, and almost consumed the opponent's central army, and the opponent's rear army also replaced it.
For the rest, he let the cannon fodder consume it. At this time, the commander of the other side was also hesitating whether to withdraw.
However, they had been very arrogant before, and now they went back in disgrace, which would inevitably be laughed at.
These cannon fodders are easy to kill now, as long as his elite troops are not too consumed, they will still have the strength to fight again.
And seeing Fatty Dong's lazy look, he estimated that the opponent's army was not much stronger.
So he did not order a withdrawal, but decided to let the army fight continuously.
As for the two armies that cooperated with them, the casualties would definitely be more than half, but he felt that his elite troops were enough.
Fatty Dong was actually ready to release the Saints and the remaining late-stage True God cannon fodder to chase them at any time.
He was just worried that if he consumed too much of their strength, the commander would lead the elite troops to retreat.
He didn't envy the two ordinary armies, but he would never let the elite troops go.
As a result, the elite troops didn't leave, which made him so happy that he danced with joy and looked unruly.
Liang Jinyong and his soldiers were used to it and would not be affected by him. They just did what they had to do.
His soldiers also saw that the cannon fodder soldiers were constantly dying and knew that it was a tough battle.
If they didn't fight hard, their fate might be the same as those cannon fodder.
When the cannon fodder was consumed, the other two teams on the opposite side had less than half of their men left.
Even the elite troops were killed by nearly 20,000 people.
Fatty Dong had already seen that their rear army was already at the end of its strength and barely cleared the last cannon fodder.
Then they immediately retreated and replaced the front army.
Now there are only more than 80,000 elite soldiers left, and more than 30% of them are very weak. What's so scary about Fatty Dong?
He gave an order, and all 500,000 regular troops rushed up.
"The commander is a little regretful now, but it's too late to run now, so he can only command the army to meet again."
Liang Jinyong commanded two 100,000-man teams to surround the two defeated teams of the other side.
Their army is about the same strength as the two teams of the other side.
And their strongest 300,000 soldiers surrounded the elite troops on three sides and carried out encirclement and suppression.
Fatty Dong also released 30 Saints to cooperate with the army's attack.
"Damn it, why do they have so many Saints!"
The commander cursed and knew that it was going to be bad.
However, they were now surrounded on three sides, and retreating and escaping was almost the same as surrendering, and they could not escape the fate of being hunted down.
So he personally led the guards to fight those Saints.
When he rushed to the front of the formation, Fatty Dong suddenly released the remaining Saints to surround and kill the commander.
In the end, the commander was directly killed by the Saint, and the guards were completely wiped out.
After that, Fatty Dong's army also broke up the opponent's formation.
The 300,000 troops cut the opponent into three sections.
The opponent's rear army had no combat effectiveness, and once they were divided and surrounded, they surrendered after a few attempts.
His Saints also focused on attacking the front and middle armies, destroying their formations.
In the end, he killed more than half of the front and middle armies, and the remaining soldiers captured prisoners.
"Haha, almost 50,000!" Fatty Dong was happy when he saw so many elite soldiers captured.
He captured nearly 40,000 prisoners from the other two teams.
His own army only lost more than 20,000 people, and the casualties were not large at all.
In this battle, he used 1.5 million cannon fodder with low realms, 50,000 cannon fodder in the late stage of true gods, and ten saints to win.
Although it was not a big victory, with these prisoners, the combat effectiveness of their army would be improved again.
After the battle, he did not continue to fight, but rested on the spot and trained the prisoners he had just captured.
