Someone took the lead, and the will of others soon began to relax, and some people bowed their heads one after another, Zhang Wuji relieved their pain in turn, and their own heroes came to ask people for interrogation. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing that the east lit up with a hint of redness, and the sky was about to brighten, Zhang Wuji had nothing to do. Seeing that the command of Qunhao was in good order, several huge wooden shelves were quickly piled up on the square, and the sacrificial Holy Sect disciples were neatly placed on the wooden frame, and the incoming enemies were thrown on another wooden frame at will.

After a while, the group of heroes who raised people returned one after another, throwing the bald guy in their hands onto another wooden shelf, Wei Yixiao walked to the sect leader's side and nodded at him.

At this time, Yang Xiao held a torch in his hand, walked up to Zhang Wuji, handed him the torch, and nodded at the wooden frame.

Zhang Wuji took the torch, went to the wooden frame where the disciples were placed, and ignited the wooden frame. The heroes of the Ming Sect sat on the ground one after another, solemn, their hands in the shape of flames, and chanted aloud: "Burn my remnants, bear ****." What is the joy of life, and why is it so painful to die? For the sake of good and evil, but for the sake of light, joy and sorrow, all to dust. Have mercy on me, there are many sorrows! Have mercy on me, there are many sorrows! ”

Zhang Wuji lit the wooden frame, sat down as well, followed the example, and recited with everyone.

The sun rises in the east, the flames bloom, the heroic spirit of the Holy Religion has a spirit in the sky, when the Holy Religion overcomes all disasters and saves all the people from fire and water, at this moment, there is only solemnity on the top of the light.

Zhang Wuji and the others stood up and left the square, and their own sectarians waited aside, waiting for the flames to go out and pick up the ashes.

There was a night of fierce fighting on the top of the light, and one of the tents in the Mongolian camp twenty miles away from the mountain was also lit up early.

A tall and strong Mongolian man sat quietly on a chair, and after the fourth watch at midnight, he sat here until sunrise in the east, without moving, and the attendants knew the general's habits, and no one dared to disturb him.

The sky was bright, and there were already many people in armor standing outside the tent, at this time, a middle-aged man dressed as a literati walked over, nodded to the guard at the door, the guard lifted the curtain, and the middle-aged man walked in.

The person in the tent saw the middle-aged man coming in, nodded, and said, "Mr. Zhao, Jin Lao, they have news back." ”

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Not yet, respected General Mandu Ratu." ”

Mandu Ratu said: "It's already four quarters of the hour, and according to common sense, it's time for news to come back." ”

Mr. Zhao said: "Mingjiao is not an ordinary gang, according to our intelligence, ten years ago, Zhang Wuji, the son of Wudang Five Heroes Zhang Cuishan, was born, favoring Mingjiao, with the power of one person, crushed our years of hard work, and the momentum of Mingjiao is even worse." In the hinterland of the Central Plains, uprisings and mutinies continued, most of them were Mingjiao disciples, and Mingjiao had become a big problem for the imperial court. ”

Mandu Latu said: "I know these things, the height of Guangmingding Mountain is more than 700 zhang, the terrain is very treacherous, and it is unknown whether the power of the artillery can work. ”

Mr. Zhao said: "General, please be patient, there are gods such as Jin Lao, and our chances of winning are still very good." ”

Mandu Ratu hummed and stopped talking, closing his eyes and resting his mind. Mr. Zhao sat for a while, and then left the military tent alone.

The commanders outside the tent did not dare to leave, General Mandu Latu was very strict in governing the army, and in the Western Regions, he was the most prestigious commander of 10,000 people, who was in charge of the Mongolian corps in the Western Regions for many years, and accumulated great authority.

At two o'clock, Mandu Ratu looked at the hourglass on the table, stood up, and shouted, "Come, gather generals." ”

The commanders who had stood outside the tent for a morning were shaken and rushed in, and Mr. Zhao was mixed in. Enter the tent and hug your fists together and say "General." ”

Mandu Latu said: "Set off from the camp, the goal is bright, the vanguard must be careful, the Mingjiao Five Elements Banner is a militarized team of special operations, which is not comparable to ordinary gangs in the rivers and lakes." Especially one of the Five Elements Banner, the Houtu Banner, is good at civil engineering, and the tunnel warfare is first-class, Bagen, you have to be careful, but there is wind and grass, and the bow and crossbow are waiting. ”

The first person on the left immediately clasped his fists and said, "Bagen obeys." ”

Mandu Ratu said: "Okay, let's go down and prepare, this evening this general will camp at the foot of Guangmingding Mountain." ”

The commanders rushed out, and Mr. Zhao stayed in the tent with a sad face. When the generals and commanders left, he said, "General, Jin Lao, they haven't sent any news back so far, what can I do?" ”

Mandu Ratu got up and walked out, saying as he went: "This general has already been killed in battle, what is the specific situation, you can report to the county lord yourself." ”

Mr. Zhao hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to say something more, but suddenly thought of Mandu Latu's habit of governing the army, sighed, and silently left the camp. It is difficult to calm down in his heart, Jin Lao's identity is too special, and his status in the heart of the prince is really not comparable to ordinary martial artists, if he dies in the light of light this time, the anger of the prince is not something that they can afford. sighed, the more he thought about it, the more he didn't have a rut, the more he didn't have a rut, the more panicked he became, Mr. Zhao, the big red man in front of the county lord, looked at the many busy figures in the barracks, but his heart was confused.

Mandu Latu's personal guards were already packing up the general's military tent and the general's personal belongings, and the efficiency of this 10,000-strong army was quite high, and in less than a quarter of an hour, Bagan's thousand-man vanguard had been sorted out and marched in the direction of Guangmingding.

One after another, a thousand-man team completed the army and drove out to the top of the light, Mandu Latu was guarded by his own guards, sandwiched between the two thousand-man teams in front and behind, and Mr. Zhao still followed behind him with a sad face.

A Mongol man of nearly forty years, who had been fighting on the battlefield for twenty-four years and had been with the general for five years, Bagen was a bold and careful Mongol who won the trust of Mandu Ratu and was appointed to the post of vanguard officer.

The team was preceded by more than 100 groups of pack horses with heavy loads, and two Mongols drove behind, all the way forward, the army kept a distance of more than 20 zhang from the pack horses, and the war horses slowly advanced with small steps.

The mountain gate of Guangmingding opens to the southeast, the whole mountain range spreads from the east to the west, under the Guangmingding Mountain is an endless valley, Bagen can see the Guangmingding Mountain Range in the distance from the place where he pulls out the camp, all around are wilderness, there is no need to worry about the enemy's ambush, in this wilderness area, the Mongolian iron cavalry is not afraid of any enemy, this is his confidence.

So he put his defense center on the ground, and the more than 100 pack horses in front of him were the pathfinder horses, and it was their mission to step on a safe path for the army.