In any case, Xu Fusheng did not expect that these 20,000 Dong recruits not only dared to attack the city, but also attacked these watchtowers that were almost impossible to climb without the help of tools.

Often, a seriously wounded and dying Dong warrior roared and rushed to the end together, which would frighten more than a dozen warriors from Xu Fusheng's side to retreat.

The soldiers of the law enforcement team are often caught by the ankles when they pass by the body of a Dong warrior who is thought to be dead, and the panic and stunned of that moment often make these rookies on the battlefield pay the price of death.

If it weren't for the fact that this group of soldiers had been strengthened from the beginning, they might have broken up when their morale was low at this moment.

Fortunately, the Southern Xinjiang Guard, the Green Shirt Guard, and the warriors of the eight hundred Nasu tribes, no matter what the circumstances, will not hesitate to end the opponent's life, and the figures of these butchers will not hesitate to appear in the most tragic places on the battlefield.

Wei Zitong had already gone into battle in person, and he had to take the Xuanshuang heavy cavalry warriors who had been following him around to put out the fire. No one expected that 20,000 recruits would cause such terrible casualties, and more importantly, the shock of dying at any time made Xu Fusheng's morale fall to the bottom.

Fortunately, after round after round of impact, the remaining thousands of Dong warriors were finally unable to climb the watchtower.

The 20,000 Dong warriors were never repulsed, and almost all of them were killed.

Xu Fusheng's face was pale, he stood with his hands in his hands, and his slightly trembling hands betrayed his mood at the moment, extremely angry, puzzled, uneasy, and even fearful, making him not know how to speak.

Even though he had long understood the horror of faith, when he really stood on this purgatory-like battlefield and felt this power, he didn't know where to start with that emotion that made people have nowhere to vent.

If it weren't for the tens of thousands of troops on his side, as well as commanders like Wei Zitong and those elite soldiers, if it weren't for himself and Lin Huiyu who used up their true qi in their bodies to attack and kill several commanders of the Dong tribe in the first place, if these 20,000 Dong soldiers were not recruits......

If there are not so many ifs......

Then these 20,000 Dong recruits are really likely to create a miracle and break through the Liping Walled City, which was defended by an army of 40,000.

The sky began to darken, and the battle lasted from early morning to dusk.

With the sound of a desolate horn, the remaining thousands of warriors of the Dong tribe finally retreated.

Thousands of desolate and tragic figures finally retreated into the distance because they had no siege equipment.

At this moment, the watchtowers of the entire Liping walled city have been stained dark red with blood, and more than 15,000 Dong warriors have fallen on this land, accompanied by nearly 20,000 recruits of the law enforcement team.

"Childe, are you still chasing?" asked Wei Zitong, who was already covered in blood.

Xu Fusheng's face was gloomy, and he slowly swept past the frightened law enforcement team soldiers, the exhausted Southern Xinjiang Guards, and the eight hundred Nasu tribe warriors who were almost prostration, and Lin Huiyu, who was also covered in blood at this moment and had a pale face.

In the end, his eyes fell on the southern Xinjiang camp that was still silent in the distance, and he sighed and said, "Let the soldiers repair." ”

Although he was extremely reluctant to let these remaining Dong warriors go back, he didn't want to provoke the Southern Xinjiang coalition army anymore, even if he didn't even dare to tempt.

On the lookout, Song Wenzhao and several commanders had been standing motionless here for several hours, and 80,000 soldiers from southern Xinjiang and their generals had sat quietly and watched the entire war.

It wasn't until the figure of the Dong warrior disappeared into the twilight that Song Wenzhao sighed

With a voice, he whispered to himself: "It seems that I have forgotten what a warrior should look like, and hesitation and rationality have made me lose this only opportunity, hey......"

No matter how desperate you are, you can't forget that there are miracles in this world, which is Song Wenzhao's emotion at the end of this war.

The night quietly covered up the blood-stained Liping Walled City......

At the top of the main building of the walled city, a lonely figure looked up and poured a jar of liquor unique to southern Xinjiang, as if swallowed by a whale, he poured a jar of wine into his throat in one go, ignoring the spicy pungency of his throat and the spilled wine everywhere.

One of his armors had already been stained dark red by blood, and his originally elegant and handsome face was now bloodstained and hideous.

Lin Huiyu sat quietly beside him, quietly watching Xu Fusheng vent.

"You said that these fools, only 20,000 people, dare to attack my walled city, this is ...... Isn't this a death-by-death sentence? What fools who don't know what to call it!" Xu Fusheng muttered almost softly.

"But Childe, they almost succeeded..."

"Yes, I know, but I don't understand why!" Xu Fusheng roared under his breath, reaching out again and grabbing a jar of spirits, and drank it all. But his hands trembled so much that he almost knocked over the jar.

Xu Fusheng shook his head irritably, he really wanted to anesthetize himself and stop thinking about this problem, but he had practiced martial arts in this life, and after drinking several jars of spirits, his mind was still very clear.

"Childe, you're scared. ”

"I don't want to admit it, but ...... Yes, I'm scared! These people are crazy!" Xu Fusheng cursed dissatisfiedly, and the unwilling eyes of the young Dong warrior always lingered in his heart.

Xu Fusheng has always known the horror of faith, but for him, a money-first, life-first ist, he has to admit that he still underestimated the power of this belief, and he has no way to understand the thoughts of these Dong recruits.

I don't know when, Li Xiuning and Yang Qing'er also came to the roof of the building accompanied by Xiao Fei'er, and Zhu Yeqing said almost indifferently: "Of course people like you can't understand what sacrifice is.

In this world, not everything can be measured by reason and profit, and it is precisely because of the existence of these fools that there are many more things called 'miracles' in the world. ”

Lin Huiyu's calm eyes swept over Zhu Yeqing lightly, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph, miracle, it's just stupid." Treat those who are not afraid of death, just kill them all. If it was really useful not to be afraid of death, we would not have come to southern Xinjiang. ”

Li Xiuning looked at Lin Huiyu with interest, she instinctively felt that Lin Huiyu was a little abnormal, but she couldn't tell what place it was.

Xu Fusheng just wanted to vent himself, but he didn't expect Li Xiuning and Yang Qing'er to appear. Now that the overall situation has been decided, Xu Fusheng is no longer worried about the two of them making trouble.

Slightly drunk, he slowly got up, glanced at Yang Qing'er and said, "I don't think it's just them who are not afraid of death, hmph! I want to see how many times this miracle can happen." ”

Yang Qing'er raised her eyebrows and was about to speak, but Xu Fusheng had already left everyone behind and walked away.

Fengcheng, in the sacrificial hall, the patriarchs of all ethnic groups gathered, and Zhu Jin and Qiu Ju had already been tortured in an inhuman form, kneeling in the center of the main hall.

The old wizard sat at the top of the main hall, and Feng Qicheng stood beside him.

"O deceived child, tell me, who instructed you to poison the king, and we found a mandala in his cup. The old wizard's voice was not in a hurry

Rang.

"We say... Say... Be... Be... Qiang, the Dan patriarch instructed our ......" Zhujin's finger pointed to Dan Muji, who was sitting under the old wizard's head, for the first time.

"Presumptuous!" Dan Muji was angry, but before he could say the next words, Zhu Jin and Qiu Ju glanced at each other, and the two had already bitten the poison hidden under their tongues, and they were crooked to death.

The old wizard sighed in his heart, but still looked at Dan Muji and said, "Patriarch Dan, if what they say is false, only the truth can confirm your innocence.

It's just that...... For now, I hope that all the patriarchs will testify, and everything will wait for the matter to be investigated. ”

Extreme Soul Chaos

"However, the army of the Shengyuan Dynasty has invaded, and we must now rush to the front line to resist the Shengyuan Dynasty, otherwise we will ......," the patriarch of the Maonan clan frowned.

The old wizard chief exhaled, his eyes slowly swept over the patriarchs, and said, "You also know that this moment is the critical moment of life and death in my southern Xinjiang, so you need to work together.

I am afraid that except for the Divine Envoy, without the support of some great clans, it would be impossible to cause the chaos in southern Xinjiang today. ”

This remark is extremely heart-wrenching, the civil war was instigated by the Qiang people, this point is obviously to believe what the two Han girls said just now, and Danmuji seems to have started this war because of the Han concubine.

Dan Muji had already gotten out of anger at this time, and suddenly got up and said, "Blood spews people!"

In the end, the old wizard didn't speak again, but just sighed and said, "Just ask you to stay in the palace for the time being." ”

After that, he was supported by Feng Chengcheng and walked towards the depths of the main hall: "Feng'er, I'm afraid that the hundred-year history of Southern Xinjiang has come to an end, and the future will be a new beginning, and that's all I can do for Southern Xinjiang." ”

"Master, why is this happening, isn't the horse an oracle?" Feng Chengcheng already knew what had happened these days, but she was surprisingly not angry, but relieved and calm far more than before.

The old wizard paused and said with a smile: "He is a divine envoy, and only in his hands will the Southern Xinjiang Dao have a glimmer of life." I have seen the future of our southern Xinjiang on the other side of fate, children, sometimes change will bring pain, but it will also bring new life.

I don't hope that the southern Xinjiang province will be the same as it was a hundred years ago, and I don't expect it to rise again, but in the face of unprecedented chaos in the future, I hope that the southern Xinjiang will continue to be inherited.

God did not betray us, He just chose a more drastic path, if we have to say betrayal, it is not God who betrays, but our hearts.

I'm old and don't have the courage to face a higher being, but I see hope in the colt, so I choose to support him, either way.

It doesn't matter if there is a prince in southern Xinjiang, it doesn't matter if he is independent or not, the important thing is that there must be a inheritance in southern Xinjiang, no matter what, Feng'er, you must leave a son and a half daughter with him. ”

Feng Qingcheng was silent, she didn't know how to go next, the history of Nanjiang Dao, her father, her brother, her husband, all this seemed to be controlled by a hand in the dark.

If it was because of the arrival of the horse, the southern Xinjiang would be where it is today, but why did the master make him a horse, and the witch god would send down an oracle?

If it weren't for his arrival, would there still be the chaos in Nanjiang Province today? No one knows the answer, the past is already in the past, and there is no if.

Importantly, do you regret marrying him?