After the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams Formation had been reconstructed, it gradually spread among the common folk.
When he had been idle in the past, Chen Sanshi had studied it with Xu Wencai. He already knew it by heart; he simply had never possessed enough troops to deploy it.
In actual combat, there was no such thing as a "Life Gate." The Life Gate would be heavily guarded, becoming the true Death Gate. The entire grand formation would be impossible to break unless one relied on brute force to slaughter through the formation until it crumbled of its own accord.
But since this was an exercise, and a race against time at that, there would certainly be a Life Gate. What it tested was the Main General's understanding of military formations and his ability to adapt to changing circumstances.
The moment he entered the battle formation, countless axes, halberds, hooks, and forks came at him from all directions, nearly all aimed at the warhorse beneath him.
Losing his horse under such circumstances was no different from having both legs broken. He would soon be trapped by heavily armed troops, with no chance of escape.
However, the soldiers within the Eight Trigrams Formation carried little killing intent. Capturing him alive would be best; otherwise, they would simply delay him.
One incense stick's worth of time—roughly half an hour. To break through a formation of forty thousand men, even walking through it would take heaven knew how long. Much less when these formation soldiers were all elites from the Eight Great Camps. Even if every commander at the Organ Refining realm and above had been selected out, leaving only Bone Forging fighters at the highest level, forcing his way through remained an impossible task. He could only find a route to