Noon.
Thirty-five miles west of Beacon Fire Town, Golden Spike Plain.
The terrain here was open and boundless, with withered yellow grass swaying slightly in the wind.
In the very center of the plain, two areas were divided by an invisible force.
That was a projection of the Nightmare World's rules, the battlefield for the territorial war.
On the east side, the army of Beacon Fire Town had already finished forming their ranks.
Four hundred Garrison Soldiers were arranged in a neat square formation; the tips of their Long Halberds stood like a forest, motionless.
Sunlight shone upon them, the dark brown leather armor reflecting a steady luster, and their silent faces looked as if they were cast from iron.
One hundred Crossbown were divided into two squads; one squad occupied the high ground on the left, while the other guarded the rear of the square formation, crossbows in hand, arrows nocked, ready to enter combat at any mont.
In front of the square formation, eight figures stood in a row.
Zhao Hu carried the troll tusk shield, his eyes fixed on the front, a fierce glint flickering in them.
Su Yurou held her short staff, standing slightly behind, her gaze sweeping across the entire battlefield.
A Wang and Scarface Liu guarded her on both sides, shields raised, ready to respond to any sudden situation at any ti.
Shadow Snake remained out of sight; she was lurking in the shadows sowhere on the battlefield, waiting for the opportunity for a fatal strike.
Lin Feng stood at the very front of everyone, his Wildfire Spear pointing obliquely at the ground, his gaze looking calmly toward the west.
There, the army of Baigui County was slowly approaching.
Unlike the neat and murderous aura of the Beacon Fire Town army, the Baigui County troops appeared sowhat... exhausted.
Eleven hundred County Soldiers, all level 9, wore light armor characteristic of Sakura Country, holding spears or katanas.
Their formation was still relatively neat, but their pace was clearly heavy; many had weary expressions on their faces, and so even had bandages wrapped around their bodies.
Those were the traces left by last night's level-three Nightmare Tide.
Lin Feng swept his gaze over them and silently estimated that this team had lost at least a quarter of its n, and among those remaining, at least thirty percent were injured.
In front of the County Soldiers were over twenty class-transferred individuals.
All were dressed in black and masked, with standard short blades tucked into their waists; they were the ninjas of the Ukawa Family.
They stood at the very front, each exuding a heavy aura, their eyes sharp.
Although there weren't many of them, that killing intent was thicker than all the thousand-plus County Soldiers behind them combined.
And at the very front of everyone, a figure stood proudly.
Ukawa Kojiro.
He was wearing a dark gray ninja outfit with two short blades tucked into his waist, one of which was the purple-quality 【shadow moon blade】.
His gaze crossed the battlefield and landed on Lin Feng, the corners of his mouth curling into a aningful smile.
He had already received news that this young lord had dropped a second-tier class book last night.
But so what?
He lowered his head and glanced at the equipnt on his body—purple leggings, purple 【shadow moon blade】.
Two pieces of purple equipnt.
Plus the bonuses from the rare lord template and the second-tier class, he was absolutely certain that even if that Lin Feng had undergone a second-tier class change, he would not be his match.
Unless—he shook his head, casting a certain thought out of his mind. Impossible.
On the battlefield, the armies of both sides had taken their positions, confronting each other from a distance of five hundred ters.
In the sky, two figures were walking on air.
The person on the left was burly, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, wearing a suit of deep purple battle armor, with a greatsword strapped to his back.
He was the supervisor sent by Great Xia, the Vice City Lord of Zhenyue City, Liu Zhenshan, a level 39 third-tier warrior.
The person on the right was thin, with a sinister face, wearing a black ninja outfit, with two short blades tucked into his waist.
He was the supervisor sent by Sakura Country, also level 39.
The two stood in the air, looking down at the battlefield below, ready to intervene in any violations at any ti.
Lin Feng looked up at them, a thoughtful glint flashing in his eyes.
Walking on air.
When agility in the base attributes reaches 60 points, one can break free from the shackles of gravity and fly freely in the air.
However, he vaguely rembered that this ability was not without limitations; the daily flight ti was related to one's total attributes, approximately one minute per point of attribute. In other words, the higher the attribute, the longer one could fly.
In addition, the flight altitude also seed to be affected by attributes: each point of attribute could support a height of five ters, so at 60 total attributes, one could fly up to a maximum altitude of 300 ters.
And once this height was exceeded, the higher one flew, the faster the flight ti was consud.
However, for most battles and explorations, this height should be sufficient.
60 points of agility...
He withdrew his gaze and calculated silently in his heart.
His current agility was 21, plus the combat stacking of the 【windchaser boots】, he could reach a maximum of 26. He was still a long way from 60.
No rush.
His primary goal now was to stack his strength to 60. As a military commander, strength was the core.
Then agility, and finally constitution.
Step by step.
He gripped his Wildfire Spear tightly and cast his gaze back to the enemy troops opposite.
Five hundred ters away, Ukawa Kojiro was also looking at him.
Two gazes t over the battlefield.
The corners of Lin Feng's mouth curled into an arc.
Co on.
Ti passed bit by bit in the silence.
The noon sun scorched the plain, and the air was filled with the oppressive atmosphere before a great battle.
The two armies confronted each other across five hundred ters; no one spoke, only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the withered grass.
In the air, the two figures standing on air looked down at the sa ti.
"Ti is up."
Liu Zhenshan's voice was like muffled thunder, rolling down.
At the sa mont, the Sakura Country supervisor also coldly spat out two words: "Start."
The great battle, opening!
"Kill!!!"
Both armies erupted with earth-shaking shouts at the sa ti!
Five hundred ters!
Four hundred ters!
Two hundred ters!
"Crossbown—fire!!!"
Lin Feng's roar resounded across the battlefield!
One hundred Great Qin crossbows were triggered simultaneously! The buzzing of the crossbow strings rged into one, like the sigh of the God of Death!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
Arrows were like locusts, covering the sky and earth, weaving into a net of death in the air, pouring down toward the Baigui County Soldier square formation!
Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!
The Ashigaru in the front row fell in an instant! Arrows pierced chests, penetrated throats, and nailed into faces!
Blood splattered, and screams rose one after another! At least thirty people fell in the first round of arrow rain, corpses lay across the field, and wailing filled the air!
"Archer Ashigaru, fire arrows!!!" A roar also ca from the Baigui County side!
Two hundred Archer Ashigaru released their bowstrings at the sa ti! Two hundred feathered arrows soared into the air, drawing a high arc, crossing the distance between the two sides, and smashed fiercely toward the Beacon Guards square formation!
"Raise Long Halberds to block!!!"
In the infantry square formation, the squad leaders' roars were uniform!
Four hundred Great Qin Garrison Soldiers raised their Long Halberds at the sa ti, the blades pointing obliquely at the sky!
The movent was as uniform as if one person were waving; the forest of halberds was like a wall, impenetrable!
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!!!
The arrows were like rain, smashing fiercely onto the forest of halberds, sparks flying!
Most of the arrows were blocked and deflected; those few that passed through the gaps only grazed the leather armor, not even breaking the skin!
One round of arrow rain, no casualties!
"Crossbown—second round!!!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
Another one hundred arrows shot out! This ti, the Crossbown's targets were not the front-row Ashigaru, but the Archer Ashigaru in the rear who had just finished firing their arrows and had not yet had ti ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) to reload!
Puff, puff, puff, puff!
Bloody flowers burst in the Archer Ashigaru ranks! More than twenty people scread and fell to the ground, and the formation instantly scattered!
"Third round!!!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!!!
Crossbow arrows poured down again! The Archer Ashigaru completely collapsed; those who were alive scattered to avoid them, no longer able to form an effective suppression!
And at this mont, the distance between the two sides had closed to fifty ters!
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