After Zuo Yiwei's cavalry began to enter the city, the resistance of Dongyang City began to collapse like ice and snow, and the city gate was quickly lost, and the half-meter-thick iron gate collapsed from the inside out, announcing the fall of this important town.

There was an earth-shattering shout inside and outside the city, and the cheers of the Zuo Yiwei soldiers completely drowned out the desperate cries of the rebels and civilians.

Zuo Yiwei's cavalry and infantry poured into the streets and alleys from the gaps in the city walls and the undefended city gates, and the rebel flags fell from the city one by one and were replaced by Zuo Yiwei's blood-colored battle flags, accompanied by the sound of weapons clashing, screaming, and heavy objects falling from time to time.

The city is still shrouded in the thick clouds that bring endless darkness with it, and no ray of light can pass through the obstacles to reach this desperate town.

Somewhere the cries of women and children first erupted, and the smoke of the fire rose denser and higher, sometimes with a loud noise, mixed with the hoarse cries and scoldings of human voices, and the smell of blood and scorching became stronger and stronger.

Finally, the long and low horn sound echoed sadly over Dongyang City, hitting people's hearts like a giant hammer, and the sound of three short and one long trumpet represented that the blood-colored twin flags had been lowered, and the moment of killing had finally passed.

Suddenly, a very thin line of gold was projected from the sky, and then more and more, more and more dense, and the thick cloud finally cracked, and scattered in all directions like a stream, and disappeared as quickly as it came.

The sunlight poured down on the walls of the city filled with corpses, broken flags, and broken weapons, and flowed down to the bluestone streets full of bloody puddles of blood.

It's a pity that this town doesn't need the light and warmth of this night.

Although the warriors, who had been mad about blood, could not hold their butcher knives for a while, the dazzling sunlight dazzled their eyes, and while adjusting to the light, they were able to regain their sanity somewhat.

The Left Guards began to search for survivors and rebels from house to house, and those who were alive were to be concentrated in the wasteland outside the city.

Xu Fusheng strolled through the City Lord's Mansion in Dongyang City, his face expressionless. The rebels and the martial arts figures in Yufu Realm who helped the rebels have all been killed, and with the help of these southern Xinjiang priests, Xu Fusheng did not let go of a so-called martial arts master.

At this time, the boots at the gate were sonorous, and Li Ziling strode in and said, "Xu Shuai! The whole city has been searched, and the aftermath and cleanup have begun. Now that all the people who are still alive have been concentrated in the wasteland outside the city, what do you think should be done with them?"

Xu Fusheng pondered for a moment and said, "All the rebels in there are killed, and the civilians will be driven to the next city, which can be regarded as a front station for us to explore." ”

Li Ziling was stunned, he thought that Xu Fusheng would execute all these people who had defected to the rebels in accordance with the practice of the dynasty. Expelled now, the ending is finally a little better for these survivors.

He sighed secretly, but he was not moved by Xu Fusheng's insignificant kindness. The former commander of Zuo Yiwei was generous and benevolent, and would not cause harm even when dealing with enemy civilians or prisoners.

In his decades of military career, he has never raised the blood-colored battle flag. However, this young and terrible commander clearly acted in a different style, and his cruelty was first revealed in the rectification of the disobedient Zuo Yiwei, and then finally in the first battle of leading his troops.

In the first battle, the blood-colored battle flag was sacrificed, and at least nearly 20,000 people in Dongyang City were slaughtered, and such a ruthless massacre rarely appeared in the history of the dynasty.

Li Ziling thought of a battle report he saw not long ago, at the other end of the battle line, Yang Yichen and half of Zuo Yiwei and the border army had won several games in a row.

Yang Yichen's strategy this time was not to accept the surrender of the rebels, and all prisoners of war and the captured middle-aged civilians were used as slaves.

However, his ruthlessness was relatively mild compared to Xu Fusheng, who raised the blood-colored battle flag.

Li Ziling was just about to leave, but Xu Fusheng stopped him again: "Wait! Don't report the gold and silver treasures collected this time to Jiangdu."

You can find a reliable guy to do this secretly, and use all the scraped things as a memorial for the dead soldiers in this war!"

Li Ziling was stunned again, even in the Shengyuan Dynasty, where military discipline was strict, high-ranking generals collected treasures from time to time.

However, a person like Xu Fusheng, who turned all his income into soldiers' pensions and kept nothing for himself, was indeed the first time he had seen him in his military career.

Before leaving, Li Ziling finally saluted the first military salute to the young over-the-top commander. He still disdains Xu Fusheng's personality, but at least for the sake of those soldiers who died in battle, he felt that he should pay a military salute.

Next, the trivial matters of cleaning up the battlefield were naturally handled by his generals, and Xu Fusheng himself personally commanded a group of soldiers to thoroughly clean the Dongyang City Lord's Mansion, and then withdrew.

Within a hundred meters of the City Lord's Mansion, no one will be allowed to enter, because it will be the place of the Black Witch Gate and Lin Huiyu.

Xu Fusheng strolled through the streets of Dongyang City, indifferently watching a group of Zuo Yiwei soldiers searching from house to house, taking out all the wealth and enriching the military resources.

Zuo Yiwei's discipline was extremely strict, and ordinary soldiers would never dare to hide their secrets in the process of looting. As for the senior officers, they will not go overboard.

At nightfall, the southern Xinjiang soldiers led by Wei Zitong also arrived, and in order to accommodate the tens of thousands of new troops, the city was noisy again.

Xu Fusheng turned a blind eye to everything that was happening around him, and his eyes only fell on the City Lord's Mansion, where lived people who were very important to him at this moment.

Before you know it, the night is falling.

It was late at night, and the warriors who had been busy in the city all day fell asleep one by one.

Finally, Xu Fusheng strode towards the camp again.

A moment later, Wei Zitong, Li Ziling, the Southern Xinjiang soldiers and all the senior generals of Zuo Yiwei were summoned to the tent to discuss the next expedition.

Within the day's itinerary of the army, there is also a city Huiji, although it is not a big city, but it is a little more than the number of people and rebels in Dongyang City.

But in Xu Fusheng's eyes, whether it is Dongyang or Huiji, they are actually cities destined to fall, and the rebels do not yet have an army that can be organized on a large scale, and there are not only battle-hardened veterans such as Wei Zitong and Li Ziling on their side.

What's more important is that the old wizard and these priests of the Black Witch Gate, they used the secretary of southern Xinjiang to the war, which has actually changed the pattern of the war.

All the generals had left, and only Xu Fusheng sat quietly alone in the tent until the first ray of dawn pierced the night.

In the early morning breeze, tens of thousands of troops slowly stepped out of Dongyang City and headed for the next target. The light cavalry in the army took another step forward and went forward to harass the enemy army and cut off the rear road of the army and civilians.

There was no suspense in the battle of Huiji, although these rebels were not afraid of death, and the soldiers and civilians in the city helped each other, but there were only more than 30,000 people defending the city in total, how could it be possible to defend against the attack of 80,000 troops.

In front of the blood-colored battle flag, they refused to surrender!

Xu Fusheng put on a new heavy armor in this battle, although it was extremely heavy, but it was thick and heavy enough to defend against ordinary sword slashes.

Xu Fusheng looked at Huiji City

Head, although the warriors in the city knew that they were in a Jedi, they still had a calm face.

Xu Fusheng sneered faintly, the long knife in his hand was slowly pressed down, and tens of thousands of troops immediately slowly pulled out and pressed towards Huiji City.

It's still the same tactic, the ghost fire in Southern Xinjiang, and then the Gu worms in Southern Xinjiang, this time these Gu worms seem to have been baptized in blood, and there are more and more of them.

This time, the first to appear under the city were the three black-robed priests, who walked higher and higher as if they were stepping on an invisible staircase, until they were parallel to the wall of Huiji, and they walked like they were walking on the ground!

The warriors at the head of the city were stunned for a moment, and the few arrows that came here and there could not even touch the bodies of the three priests.

A commander with a lot of combat experience shouted: Crossbowmen concentrate! Aim at the one on the left and shoot at the one on the left, even if he is a strong person in the Spirit Void Realm, we will shoot him down!

It's a pity that nearly a hundred archers have just lined up at the head of the city, and a low and strange whining and whistling is coming from far and near!

A large blue flame fireball swirled at high speed, flying towards the city! It didn't fly too fast, but with the high-speed spinning, countless ghost fires began to fly in all directions.

The fireball quickly shrank in size, and exploded as it reached the city, pouring flames into the archers.

All that remained was screams and figures struggling in the flames, and no one stood.

Three priests have already entered the city!

And beneath the city, Nahar had already walked to the city gates. He looked at the city gate wrapped in heavy pig iron, and suddenly screamed, and the blue light flashed around him, and the double-edged giant axe slashed at the city gate!

The great axe could not withstand the force, and the handle of the axe had been severely twisted, except that a large crack had been split in the city gate. Nahar smiled coldly, shouted again, picked up the deformed giant axe, and slashed at the crack!

After a loud bang, Nahar cut open the gate of Huiji! He stepped into the gate and looked up at the city.

Blood and stumps were splattered everywhere on the city, and the three priests had turned into three black shadows, reaping the lives of the indomitable warriors.

The prelude to the slaughter has begun, and courage is useless in the face of these powerful Grim Reapers.

Outside the city, the soldiers of southern Xinjiang who were waiting in formation slammed their guns on the ground, letting out bursts of rhythmic 'Huohuo' cheers, and the heavily armed warriors of the Nasu tribe began to advance slowly.

At dusk, Xu Fusheng was already standing on the wall of Huiji City, silently looking at the black dazzling coffin.

It was late at night, and Huiji City was finally quiet. This siege was not even as much as Dongyang's losses, so the work of cleaning up the corpses was not heavy.

Xu Fusheng sat in the room without a lamp, supporting his chin with his hands, quietly looking at the mass of Tai Chi patterns in front of him.

These days, he found that the circulation of this Tai Chi pattern seemed to fit the rules of this heaven and earth.

Since the last time I fought with Ziwei Real People, the Tai Chi pattern seems to be self-contained. The black and white pattern did not have a trace of condensation, I don't know how long he stared at the pattern, Xu Fusheng felt that his thoughts seemed to have broken through the limit with the flow of the Tai Chi pattern, and kept spinning.

It was as if he was flying towards another unknown world, a world full of black and white, and he could clearly feel the changes in every part of this world, and his thoughts seemed to have merged with this world.

He even felt that as long as he moved, the world would move with his thoughts, a feeling that Xu Fusheng had never experienced before.