Chapter 381: Six Ding and Six Jia Formation
The next day.
The clapper sounds at the hour of Mao had just passed, and the morning mist at the western foot of Qixing Mountain had not yet dissipated, but Xiao Nanyue had already dressed and stood in front of the army.
"Pass the order down. Follow the instructions of this king's flag and do not deviate from the route without permission."
Today, Xiao Nanyan brought only two thousand soldiers. They abandoned their horses and walked on foot, forming three teams. The front team held shields, the middle team held spears, and the rear team carried bows and crossbows. They stepped into the winding mountain road in an orderly manner.
About half an hour into the mountain, the fog suddenly became thicker and it was difficult to see people more than five steps away. This was the fog barrier at the "Ding Mao" position.
The soldiers in the front team quickly took out the sulfur powder from their waists and sprinkled it on the ground according to the method taught by Xiao Nanyan. When the sulfur met the mist and evaporated, faint footprints appeared on the ground - those were the traces left by the Nanzhao soldiers when they were forming their battle formation.
"Move three feet to the left of the footprints!" Xiao Nanyan ordered loudly.
It turns out that the mechanism at the "Ding Mao" position is located right in front of the footprints. If you take a wrong step, it will trigger the flip board and fall into a three-meter-deep pit.
The Apocalypse soldiers followed orders and avoided the hidden traps. The screams of the Nanzhao soldiers were heard in the fog. Obviously, they did not expect that they could break through the first barrier so easily.
When they reached the middle section, the "Jia San Xu" position, the mountain path suddenly widened. Dozens of wooden-carved soldiers appeared on the cliffs on both sides, holding spears coated with poison in their hands, which were slowly raised as the mechanism turned.
"Jiaxu God General Puppet Formation!"
The joints of these puppets have a metallic luster, and they are obviously made of fine iron, which makes it difficult to cut them with ordinary swords.
Xiao Nanyan said sternly:
"Archers, ready, aim at the puppet joints, and shoot."
Dozens of rockets flew through the air, accurately hitting the connection between the puppet's elbows and knees.
The flames licked the bodies of the puppets and soon burned the hemp ropes at the joints. The puppets holding spears suddenly lost their support and fell off the cliff with a clang, and all the poisonous spears were embedded in the mud.
"Your Highness, there seems to be some unusual movement ahead!" Mo Ren, with his extraordinary hearing, exclaimed in surprise.
Everyone looked up and saw a group of Nanzhao soldiers appear at the end of the mountain path. They were wearing the same armor as the wooden puppets and stood with spears in their hands, echoing the unburned puppets on the cliff. It was impossible to tell which one was real and which one was fake.
"This is the virtual and real formation of Dingchou position."
Xiao Nanyan suddenly laughed:
"Mo Ren, take 500 men and go around the steep slope on the left. If you see anyone holding a spear but not moving, cut them down. If they move, retreat."
Mo Ren took the order and left. Sure enough, those "armored soldiers" who held their spears motionless were the puppets that had not been burned. The real people who could move were attacked from the side and their formation was immediately in chaos. They were captured alive by Han Xiao and others.
When passing through the "Ding Chou" position, it was almost noon.
The mountain path became steeper and steeper, and the stone steps were covered with slippery moss.
When he reached the "Gengchen" position, he suddenly heard a loud rumbling sound above his head, and countless pieces of gravel poured down from above his head like pouring water.
Xiao Nanyan shouted sternly:
"Gengchen God will drop the stone formation, put up the shield!"
Xiao Nanyan ordered his soldiers to build a dome with huge shields. The stones hit the shields with crackling sounds, but could not hurt anyone at all.
Then he bent his bow and aimed at the rope of the bronze bell hanging on the top of the shore. With a snap, the arrow flew off the string and accurately cut the rope. The ringing of the bell stopped abruptly, and the falling rocks also stopped.
There was only the last section of road left to the top of the mountain, when twelve Nanzhao warriors appeared in front of them. They were wearing armor of different colors and standing according to the six directions.
Xiao Nanyue knew that this was the last level of the Liu Ding Liu Jia formation, the "Gui Hai" position.
The leading warrior raised his voice:
"Prince Xiao, you must personally defeat the combined strength of the twelve of us before you can reach the top!"
Xiao Nanyan smiled faintly:
"Okay, I'd like to learn from you!"
After saying that, he drew out the Jinghong sword in his hand, and his figure rushed out like a ghost. The sword's power was like flowing clouds around his fingers, and he specifically chose to move around the gaps in the formation of twelve people.
The Liu Ding Liu Jia formation required coordination between the beginning and the end, but Xiao Nanyan's sword moves broke the rules. Sometimes he attacked from the left, sometimes from the right, forcing the twelve people to change their formations frequently, but they were still unable to form a siege.
"Here's the flaw!"
Xiao Nanyan let out a low shout, and the tip of the sword suddenly turned towards the blue-clad warrior on the west side.
That man was the "death gate" of the formation, and he knocked the long sword out of his hand with one sword. The other eleven people hurried back to defend, but it was too late.
Xiao Nanyue used the Nine Strikes of Jinghong to knock down the swords in the hands of the other nine people in an instant. As for the last two people, he used the White Crane Spreads Its Wings move and kicked them to the ground with his left and right kicks!
Mo Ren waved his hand, and ten soldiers of Nanzhao stepped forward and subdued the twelve Nanzhao warriors.
The top of Qixing Mountain was only a few miles away. At this moment, the sky was filled with setting sun, dyeing the lush greenery on the top of the mountain golden red.
Xiao Nanyan waved his flag towards the soldiers:
"Keep moving!"
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