The moon is bright in the sky, and the night is as cool as water.

On the secluded hill, about 5,000 remnants of soldiers, hungry and trapped, back to back, circle after circle, leaning against the bonfire, under the warmth of the firelight, helplessly biting the little dry food left on their bodies.

"What do we do now?"

"Will the Supreme True Monarch still protect us?"

"There are enemies under the mountain, and we are afraid that we will die here!"

"Why don't you surrender?"

"Surrender, don't even think about it, we are Heavenly Master Dao disciples, how can we be humiliated!"

"It's a big deal!"

"No matter what, we have to protect Master Shijun, Master Shijun is still here, and there is still hope for our Heavenly Master Dao!"

"Is there any hope, I'm afraid that Hanzhong will change hands, and our Heavenly Master Dao will be killed and difficult to survive just now!"

“……”

The nervousness of these soldiers was evident at this moment.

However, the Heavenly Master Dao has been wrong in the southwest for a long time, and the influence of believers does not have to be different from the Taiping Dao back then, when the Taiping Dao was able to control the Yellow Turban million army with its own strength, relying on five words, immortal faith.

can survive and follow here, most of them are Heavenly Master Dao soldiers, and the Dao soldiers of Heavenly Master Dao are a group of people who believe in the most Heavenly Master Dao, and believing in it is sometimes a spiritual sustenance.

Even at this time, these soldiers were depressed and demoralized, but they still maintained their respect for the Heavenly Master, and would rather work hard to protect the contemporary Heavenly Master.

In the southeast corner of the hill.

A bonfire, burning alone, only a young man sat cross-legged, his robe had been stained with countless blood, the hairpin on his head had been knocked off, and his hair was scattered, quite embarrassed, but he who paid more attention to his image in the past, but he didn't care at all, just stared blankly at the fire.

"Benjun actually landed on such a field, unwilling!"

Zhang Lu's heart was yelling.

The third generation of the Heavenly Master, the contemporary Heavenly Master, inherits the position of his father, holds the responsibility of the sky, worships the Daomen, burns incense, and is in charge of the southwest.

He has undergone great changes since he was a child, and he considers himself intelligent and good at forbearance.

At the beginning, the Heavenly Master Dao was in civil strife, his father died, and the elders were ambitious, and there were even more eloquent and strategic people like Zhang Xiu who pulled a group of backbones to start a new stove, which greatly damaged the vitality of the Heavenly Master Dao and fell into the majesty of the Southwest Ranger World.

However, he did not despair.

He firmly believes that as the successor of the third generation of the Heavenly Master Dao, he can do better than his father, and can be comparable to the strong grandfather who created the Heavenly Master Dao.

His martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds, becoming the youngest Yuangang martial artist, becoming a generation of grandmasters in martial arts, attacking strongly, successively quelling the civil strife of the Heavenly Master Dao, successively beheading several Heavenly Master Elders, and recovering countless martial artists.

However, he had already realized that the foundation of the Heavenly Master had been damaged, and it was difficult to recover his peak, and his prestige was no longer there.

In this case, he once again broke out his heroic courage, he strategized a place, Sheba Shu two groups of foundations, and entered the Han to seize power, fight Sugu, fight Zhang Xiu, what a scenery, how arrogant.

It's just one step away.

Just one step away, he will be able to obtain Hanzhong and revive the Heavenly Master Dao.

It's a pity that just when he was enjoying the victory, an uninvited guest came in, coming with wind and thunder, unparalleled sharpness, making people tired of coping, and in less than half a year, he fell into the world.

"Mu's Dragon Diagram!"

Zhang Lu gritted his teeth, his voice was full of resentment, he hated this young man, it was this person who ruined all his strategies.

However, all he had left was hatred.

Today, the defeat is irreversible.

Tens of thousands of Hanzhong soldiers are the foundation of his foothold in Hanzhong, and now he was defeated by one blow, and he is left with no more than the Taoist soldiers of the Heavenly Master Dao for many years, and he has no hope at all if he wants to gain a foothold in Hanzhong again.

"Master Shijun!"

Yang Ren walked up and bowed: "We want to ask your lordship, whether to send scouts to break through with light skills, go out of the mountain, and ask for help!" ”

Although the Hanzhong army was defeated, there were still tens of thousands of main forces in the east.

As long as this part of the force can be received, they still have hope of breaking through.

But now, they are besieged by soldiers and horses under the mountain, not to mention ordinary soldiers, even the most elite scouts, it is impossible to break out.

"Asking for help?"

Zhang Lu ignited a glimmer of hope: "Maybe it's too late, but you have to give it a try, and it's better to live than anything!" ”

His desire to survive is stronger than anyone else's.

Even if he fell to this place, he still held on to the hope of life, and his hope came from the masters around him, the Heavenly Master Iron Guard, and the ghost pawns of the Five Dou Mi Sect, these combined masters could allow him to kill one in and out.

But as a last resort, he will never give up, and the only remaining 5,000 remnants of his current soldiers, which are all Taoist disciples who were born and died for him and worshiped the Heavenly Master, gave up, which is equivalent to giving up the last dignity of the Heavenly Master.

Asking for help is a way out.

Don't think about Nan Zhengcheng, but in the east, he still has the soldiers and horses of Yang Ang and Zhang Ying combined, as long as this part of the soldiers and horses can meet him, he still has a chance to break through, once he breaks through, it is a big deal to give up Hanzhong, along the southeast, over the Daba Mountain and into Ba County, there is still a glimmer of life.

This line of life, he wants to hold.

"Dao and Elder!" Zhang Lu let out a deep shout.

"Meet Master!"

An old man in a Taoist robe walked out and bowed.

Heavenly Master Dao is in the southwest, more influential than Taiping Dao in Hebei, and it is the top force in the Ranger world.

Even after civil strife, there are still many masters of the older generation who have survived.

For example, this Daohe elder is one of them, this is an elder of the same generation as his grandfather Zhang Daoling, who has been cultivating in Qingcheng Mountain for many years, since the civil strife, following in the footsteps of Zhang Lu, although now his blood is not continuous, but he is definitely a veritable Yuangang warrior, a generation of grandmasters among the rangers.

"You go!"

Zhang Lu said in a low voice: "Go out from the Han River, you are good at water, with your light skills, the cliff can't stop you, you can go out, take my Heavenly Master's Dao order, summon the soldiers of Hanzhong, come to reinforcements!" ”

"No!"

Elder Dao He took the token and gave it to him.

After Dao and the elders left, Zhang Lu raised his head and looked at Yang Ren, thinking about how prestigious he Zhang Lu had been in Hanzhong over the years, and the generals under his command were endless, and now there was only one Yang Ren who could be the big man: "Yang Ren, you say, can we still kill it?" ”

"Yes!"

Yang Ren was on the battlefield today, he was not shallowly injured, his shoulder was bandaged, he was bleeding profusely, and his face was a little pale, but his voice was very firm: "As long as Master Shijun is still there, we can break through and make a comeback, and Taishang Zhenjun will bless us!" ”

"Hopefully!"

The corners of Zhang Lu's mouth showed a bitter smile, although he was not as optimistic as Yang Ren, but Yang Ren's words also aroused the courage in his heart, at this moment, it was not yet the time when the mountains and rivers were exhausted.

"You go first to appease the soldiers and tell them that as long as my Heavenly Master is still there, no one can defeat us, and we will definitely be able to get out alive!"

Zhang Lu said softly.

"Yes!"

Yang Ren gave up his hand.

"You don't accept your fate, I don't accept your fate, I am the Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master's Dao, I have the heavens, I haven't been defeated, I can't die yet!" Zhang Lu looked at Yang Ren's background, looking at this gloomy sky, his fists suddenly clenched, the power of Yuan Gang in his body boiled, muttering to himself, his voice was faint, but it was full of determination.