As mentioned last time, while the technology in the area controlled by the Illuminati and the Guangming Army continued to develop, Zhou Shuyu came to Husheng Mountain in Husheng County to find the legendary Hushengzhuang. As a result, this village, which would only appear when Zhou Shuyu went to look for it, actually appeared.

And Fu Shunqing, the owner of the village, is talking to Zhou Shuyu about the history of Hushengzhuang. During the conversation, Zhou Shuyu learned that this village was the legacy of a dynasty that perished a long time ago, and the villagers of this village were all remnants of that dynasty, but they were full of complex feelings of hatred, hatred, and anger for that dynasty.

Fu Shunqing and the old owner of Fu Zhuang took Zhou Shuyu and his party to the meeting hall of Hushengzhuang. In the spacious hall, a banquet has been prepared for Zhou Shuyu and the others, and the aroma of wine is overflowing.

However, now Zhou Shuyu wants to know what secrets Hushengzhuang is hiding, and the old owner Fu seems to see what Zhou Shuyu is thinking. said directly to him: "Lord, when the banquet is over, the old man will take you to the village for a walk." And, we will explain to you the history of our village. ”

After the banquet, the old owner of Fu took Zhou Shuyu and began to wander around the entire village. Looking at the various fortifications in the village, Zhou Shuyu's heart was full of shock, because he found that the area of this village seemed to be very vast, and it was a little difficult for him to understand this magical feeling, although after these legendary experiences of his, he shouldn't have paid too much attention to this strange phenomenon in front of him. However, with the appearance of this village, his heart began to be full of doubts. Around the flowery garden in the village, Zhou Shuyu even saw a lake, only to see that the lake was wide, and the water and the sky were connected, and he couldn't help but be shocked by the beautiful scenery in front of him.

Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, Zhou Shuyu asked, "Senior, what is the name of this lake?"

The old owner of Fu Zhuang said: "Do you mean this lake? It is called Biyun Lake, there are a lot of fish and shrimp in the lake, and the lake water is sweet and delicious, our villagers in the whole village rely on this lake to survive. If the Lord wants to taste a sip of tea made from this pot of water, the old man can take you to taste it. ”

Zhou Shuyu said: "Since this is the case, then it is better for the younger generation to be respectful than to obey fate." I want to taste the tea made from this lake?"

The old owner of Fu said: "Lord, please!"

When Zhou Shuyu followed the old owner Fu to taste tea, at this time, in the outside world, such as the Northern Qin State, its emperor Fu Yizheng commanded a large army, and confronted the coalition army composed of nearly 100 tribes in the cracked rock beach located in the middle of the desert.

For Fu Yi, these tribal armies in front of him are simply a rabble, although they are united, but in fact these tribes are simply scattered. They will only become the souls of their own swords, as soon as he thought of this, Fu Yi's heart was filled with a chilling battle intent, he brandished his sword, and said to the army behind him: "My soldiers of the Northern Qin Kingdom, have you all seen it? Although there are as many enemies on the opposite side as the tide, what are we? We are the pride of the Northern Qin people. So, brothers, for the sake of the future of your children and grandchildren, rush with me!"

Although Fu Yi only has 300,000 troops in his hands now, the opposing coalition army has 3 million. However, as Fu Yi led the army and rushed straight to the central army of the allied forces, due to the internal disunity of the allied forces, coupled with the deep fear of the Northern Qin army, they were defeated by the army led by Fu Yi in an instant.

When Fu Yi saw that the camp of the coalition forces was in chaos, he immediately led the army himself and charged and killed the enemy.

The endless cracked rocks were covered with the corpses of the allied forces, and countless surrendered to them. Fu Yi felt extremely happy at this major victory, he took all the captured enemies together, and looked at the bustling prisoners of war in front of him, he only felt extremely comfortable in his heart. He had a terrible idea in his heart about these captives, after all, the food and grass of the army were not enough now, so he directly said loudly: "Prisoners, since you have become my prisoners, then I will naturally not treat you badly, tell you! ”

All the prisoners of war stared at the cruel and unkind emperor in front of them, all of whom were from different tribes, many of which had feuds with each other, large and small. Now, with Fu Yi's command, the hatred between them naturally broke out immediately.

I saw that as the head of a prisoner of war was twisted off alive in the crowd, a brutal bloody battle began to break out in the entire prisoner of war camp. Prisoners of war, belonging to different tribes, began to fight each other brutally.

The prisoner of war who received the first head was named Mosa Banara, a warrior of the Banara tribe, and the prisoner he killed was from the Vishajah tribe, a tribe that was hostile to him. The Banara tribe and the Vishajah tribe were once the same ancestor, but they eventually became enemies. Now, Mossa Varnara is constantly slaughtering the enemies of the tribe among prisoners of war, and he is constantly shouting, "Brothers, today is the time for our Varnara tribe to take revenge on our enemies, the Vishajah tribe! ”

At the same time, the prisoners of war of the Zhusara tribe, who had a feud with each other, and the prisoners of war of the three major tribes, including the Koroga tribe, the Diebala tribe, and the Zhemosun tribe, also fought together.

In fact, Fu Yi knew in his heart that no matter how united those tribes were, they would not be of the same mind. These tribes have been conquered by gold, silver and jade silk from the Central Plains over the years, and they have long lost the courage and combat power of the former steppe warriors.

Looking at the bloody battle scene of these prisoners of war, Fu Yi's heart was filled with a touch of excitement. As for whether his promise will be counted in the end, Fu Yi is not worried in his heart, because he knows that only a handful of the 1.54 million prisoners of war in front of him can survive this large-scale melee. When the time comes, he will reward them with another grace.

At this moment, the prisoner of war named Mosa Varnara had killed at least twenty prisoners of war of the Vishajah tribe, but the people belonging to the Varnara tribe had survived from the eighteen thousand people before.

Mossa Banara was furious when he saw that the prisoners of war of the Tarakin and Gero Shibora tribes, with whom they had been married to the Banara tribe, were also killing their own people. He immediately cut off the heads of the two men who were the leaders of the prisoners of war of the Tarakin and Gro Shibora tribes.

Today, there was an atmosphere of terror throughout the camp, and these prisoners of war had no idea of uniting at all, and they saw only hatred between tribes, and there was no intention of uniting in the slightest. It is no wonder that Fu Yi, the emperor of the Northern Qin State, did not take these tribes into account at all.

That Mosa Banara was killing more and more fiercely, and the number of heads in his hands had reached fifty, but there were less than two thousand five hundred prisoners of war left in the same tribe with him. He looked at the remaining prisoners of war who belonged to his own tribe, and his heart was filled with grief and indignation. At this moment, this warrior of the Banara tribe did not hate the Northern Qin people who defeated him at all, but hated the people of the Tarakjian tribe and the Gero Shibora tribe who betrayed him. Today, less than 1,000 of the nearly 30,000 men of these two tribes have died! After all, these two tribes also have a blood feud with the other six tribes at the same time, so they are naturally besieged by those who hate their own tribe.

At this time, Fu Yi, looking at the blood-drenched scene in front of him, was actually drinking. In his mind, these tribesmen deserved to die. Nowadays, the more you die, the better. Anyway, the people of these tribes are white-eyed wolves who are not familiar with it, and they accept the rewards of the court of the Northern Qin State every year, but they are not grateful to Dade at all, and they even deliberately delay their worship. Therefore, he had already made up his mind this time that he must wipe out these nearly 100 tribes. Now, this wish has been preliminarily fulfilled, and with the three million troops they had pieced together were wiped out at Rift Rock Beach, these tribes were no longer able to assemble a large number of troops in a short period of time to fight against the powerful Northern Qin army.

When Fu Yi looked at the prisoners of war, whose number had almost been reduced by half, he suddenly realized that his baggage problem had not been solved. So, he asked: "Someone, immediately urge the head of the household department to come and ask him to transport the grain and grass quickly." Tell the Tobe Shangshu that if he doesn't want to move the heads of himself and the nine clans, then he will immediately transport the grain and grass to me. ”

The soldier immediately took the order and left, while Fu Yi continued to watch the tragic scene in front of him. He looked at the powerful soldier who had been rampage in the prisoner of war camp, he couldn't help but feel a look of excitement, he said to the general Hou Zhuo beside him: "Hou Zhuo, you go quickly, bring that powerful prisoner of war to me, I will compete with him." ”

Hou Zhuo seemed to feel a touch of shock, but after the shock, he had a hint of joy, their Hou family itself wanted to be able to replace the Fu clan and become the real ruler of the Northern Qin State, since His Majesty the Emperor insisted on doing so, then he might as well let him give it a try, anyway, as long as the emperor died, wouldn't he, the great general, have a chance?

So, Hou Guang naturally agreed: "Your Majesty, please hold your weapon! After all, your safety is the most important thing." ”

By the time Hou Guang ordered Mossa Banara to be taken out of the prisoners of war, Mosa Banarro had already been killed. He looked at the Emperor of the Northern Qin State in front of him in a daze, not knowing what to say.

If you want to know what happens next, let's see the next breakdown.