On the Pingwu Gate, Wei Hou Gao held the blood-soaked letter in his hand, his teeth were clenched, his face was sad and inexplicable, and there was a corpse that had been cold for a long time lying at his feet, and there were more than a dozen traces of swords and axes on it.

A broken broken sword, still held in the hands of the corpse, as if silently telling Wei Hougao how its master had resisted the enemy to the death before.

This corpse, which had been cut to a bloody pulp by the barbarians, was none other than a hidden guard in the city, a long robe like ink, with a faint hint of gold trim on the edge, which was the unique costume of the Gandhara hidden guard.

If the hidden danger of the winding path gate is not removed, this foggy city may not be able to defend it, he silently recalled the content of the letter, and his heart ached for a while.

Even if this person knows every word and sees through the most important places, he has no way.

What is he going to do to defend the winding path gate at this moment, once the fire on the head of this city is burned out, and the barbarians come to attack the city again, he will have no power in his hands to stop those bloodthirsty aliens from stepping into this city.

There were not many Imperial Northern Army before, when the morale was the lowest, and encountered the ghost of the worm, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the Imperial Northern Army stationed at the Pingwu Gate began to flee, and after a while, only he and a few of his own personal guards were left on this huge city gate, and there were few soul suppressors left.

The Imperial Northern Army led by the direct subordinate Xiao Shatian also has only one Soul Suppression Division of the Bloody Clothes Brigade, most of them were arranged by the Marshal of Gandhara in Pingwumen, and in the short time just now, but in the tragic offensive and defensive battle, the Soul Suppression Divisions, who were regarded as the most valuable by the countries of Central Continent, actually died dozens of people overnight.

If it weren't for the fact that Wu Ruocheng was still in the hands of the Imperial Northern Army at this moment, Wei Hou Gao would probably have killed him to apologize for his crimes, and he would have lost so many monks in the army, even if he was in the sky, he would not be able to escape the thunderous wrath of Shan Li.

Gyalan Pingbang, who had been in charge of the Gandhara for more than 50 years, transferred the Heavens to the city of Misty in the north of Shanli, with the original intention of stabilizing the situation and suppressing the small and medium-sized of the Gandhara.

Wei Hougao still remembered that when he was on the way to lead his troops to Wuruo City, he had vaguely mentioned to them that this trip was not only to deter Tianwu, but also to bring out the three armies when necessary, even if they could not set foot on the Red Mist Fortress, they would also have to win one or two big victories.

At that time, his marshal also laughed and said that he would build a golden dome with the head of the Tianwu people as a congratulatory gift for His Majesty's 70th birthday.

At that time, Han Yuqin was still whispering in his ear, His Majesty would be disgusted when he saw the pile of heads.

Now that I think about it, I thought that as Ghalan Pingbang was getting older, the dozen or so sons under his knees had begun to fight openly and secretly for the throne of the Gandhara.

Several of them have been on expeditions with the army, and they are either stationed at the border or outside the city all year round, but the news from Shanli has never been stopped.

Every month, news from the imperial capital Shanli reveals that one or two important members of the empire have been killed or disappeared, either the important members of the court who followed King Jing have died at home, or the officials who were close to King Liao have disappeared, or the henchmen of King Chen have been killed by assassins in the inner room.

The most frightening thing for them is that King Yu's maternal uncle actually led troops to ambush outside the Seven Treasures Palace, if it weren't for the hidden guards to kill the first evil and nail General Hengyue to death with a crossbow on the war horse, there would be a bloody storm in the Shanli City.

Now the Yu Wei of the Jialan Pingbang is still there, and that day the Wu State has aggressively stationed a large number of troops in the Red Mist Fortress, and the Jiandra who is constrained by these factors has already fought like this for the emperor's throne, Wei Hougao dare not imagine that if the city of Wuruo is lost, the Imperial Northern Army will all die in this important town, and the Jialan Pingbang, which has lost the Imperial Northern Army, can still suppress the covetousness of the kings who are almost open fire.

And this time, the soul suppressor who suffered the most damage is the most important branch of the three armies, this kind of soldier who can call the wind and rain is extremely difficult to cultivate, since ancient times, what outsiders are pursuing is the avenue of heaven and earth, and the most taboo is to be trapped in the world.

In the mountains of Central Continent, there were so many monks looking for immortals and asked, how could anyone ever see those great powers who could fly to the heavens and the earth, and would condescend to a small empire, they couldn't give it to the mortal world, but they would, but it made the nine countries of Central Continent extremely eager for it,

The ability to destroy the heavens and the earth, the longevity that is on par with the sky, and the opportunity to break the void and step into the fairy world.

It is only from the beginning of written records that few monks have intervened in the war of the nations, and those who have forcibly risen above the court by virtue of their own cultivation are even more unheard of.

Monks, for the people of Middle-earth, are like the bright sun in the long sky, which only exists in the green and dark world, and will definitely not fall into the world.

However, the power in the hands of the monk made the nine countries of Central Continent salivate, and the countries finally let them peek into the secrets of the monk on the ancient battlefield.

Relying on one or two broken texts and one or two broken ancient scrolls, the Soul Suppressor, a class of soldiers that was different from ordinary soldiers, was born, and this kind of alien between monks and mortals was born.

It's just that, with Tianwu's powerful national strength, he can only barely gather 300 soul suppression masters, and the Jiandra, which is slightly inferior to Tianwu, will only have more than 200 monks in the army.

It is really a huge amount of money to train a soul suppressor, and these people who are addicted to the mundane, not only have to meditate and cultivate every day, but also let go of the killing intent in wartime, and use the cultivation that should be hoeing the strong to help the weak, to wantonly slaughter ordinary people.

This is contrary to the original intention of the monk who devoted himself to penance and helped the world to save people, and the result of the unstable Dao heart can only be compensated for with countless heavenly and earthly treasures, which is why the countries of Central Continent have strong financial resources but can only cultivate a small number of soul suppressors.

And on the Pingwu Gate of Wuruo City, so many soul suppressors were killed and injured at once, so how could Wei Hougao not be sad and angry.

One of the pillars of the Gandhara was broken, and he lamented in his heart, almost crying blood.

Han Yuqin, who was stationed at Tonggumen in the east, and Zhao Junsheng, who was on duty at Andingmen in the west, also suffered a lot of losses under the previous attack of the ghost shadow.

But fortunately, because the city was built next to the mountain, the barbarians would not be stupid enough to launch a surprise attack on these two places, and the winding paths outside the two gates of Tonggu in the east and Anding in the west were destined to accommodate only a very small number of soldiers to attack the city.

The pressure they faced was far less than that of the north gate guarded by Wei Hou Gao, and at this moment the two of them had sent all the horses they could draw to the Pingwu Gate.

The soldiers of the Imperial Northern Army, who spent the night in the east and west gates, have never seen such a scene like Shura on the Pingwu Gate.

The remains that had been burned into a mass of black coals by the fire, the robes that were still in the position of chopping but were nailed to the wall, and the mountains of corpses piled up on the flagstand, all these things could no longer be described as miserable.

If there is a hell on earth, then hell is this Pingwu Gate.

There was a disgusting stench everywhere on the Pingwu Gate, and many newly recruited soldiers couldn't stand the stinking smell, and they were lying on the head of the city vomiting, eager to vomit out all the bitter gall in their stomachs.

Wei Hougao's face was bloodless, and he coldly glanced at the soldiers who vomited, and the heartache in his eyes flashed.

It can be said that they are all veterans of a hundred battles, 7,000 soldiers, and they are all in one battle, what do he want to do to defend this Pingwu Gate.

In the city, a group of tiger-backed big men are slowly surrounding here, just after the big battle, the four sides are full of panicked Yubei Army, and some sharp-eyed soldiers have discovered the abnormality of these big men.

Some of the soldiers had already begun to shout to their colleagues to hurry up, and there was a commotion in the city.

Wei Hougao only noticed a group of strong men not far away at this time, he only glanced at it, and then thought in his heart: "It's them......"

"Let them come," he said lightly to the guards beside him.

These strong men who kept saying that they were guarding the city for the head of the house had not left after the attack of the ghost.

It is clear that this group of people was given a death order, and even if they fill in their lives here, they must assist the Imperial Northern Army in defending the city.

Thinking of this, Wei Hougao once again set his eyes on the group of strong men, "Yes, there are many of them who have the cultivation of one, if you can gather a thousand people, maybe, maybe this Pingwu Gate can still be defended."

While thinking in his heart, he ordered the guards to find the clerk.

His gaze slowly swept across this misty city, with a hint of stubbornness in his eyes, "If you don't defend it, it depends on the family background of you nobles."

Just as Wei Hou Gao was thinking about the idea of those wealthy families in this misty city, Zi Nanli had already taken a few people from Nangong and hurried towards the Pingwu Gate.

Along the way, Nangong Xie persuaded him several times, Zi Nanli just didn't listen, in Nangong Xie's opinion, the Yubei Army was fierce, and they would not go door to door to catch strong men looking for people, they could find a place to hide.

What's more, this is the war of the Gandhara people, and as the people of Tianwu, they really have no reason and no need to wade into this muddy water.

The people who died in the right city had nothing to do with the four of them, and he couldn't figure out what Zi Nanli was thinking, so he had to go to Naping Wumen.

Nie Zhucheng also followed a few words of persuasion, he heard all about it on the road, those who participated in the search meeting, can assign domestic slaves to defend the city, he, as well as Nangong Xie and Wu Jiuxian, can completely replace Zi Nanli to go to Naping Wumen, Zi Nanli's identity is not at all, and he doesn't know what Zi Nanli's idea is.

Only Wu Jiuxian was silent all the way, since this burly man cut off his little finger, he was like the shadow of Zi Nanli.

Zi Nan left, he stopped, Zi Nan left, he left, from beginning to end, Wu Jiuxian did not say a word, as if he was practicing his oath, this life was really handed over to Zi Nanli.

And at this moment, Zi Nanli's heart was ecstatic, he couldn't wait to rush to Naping Wumen immediately, with the eight thousand Huang Xuan given by Yun Kunyuan, as long as the battle general camp and the Shenji Pavilion reappeared on Yunhai Qinglan, then he would immediately have a private army that only belonged to him, only obeyed him, and fought for him Zi Nanli.

This is called how to calm down, right now, everything is only due to the east wind, and he still needs to find at least two heroes from the heroic spirit world.

Meng Shuya mentioned that method to him, which was nothing more than sacrificing Xuanhui or human life.

Although there are a lot of eight thousand Huang Xuan, if you want to form a lion team, this amount of money is estimated to be smashed in Yangchao, and you can't even splash a little water.

Only by putting all these Xuanhui into the war general's camp and the Shenji Pavilion can it be possible to forge a real army.

Therefore, he must not use these Xuanhui in exchange for the participation of heroes in the Heroic Spirit Realm, then there is only one way to go.

That bloodthirsty and dangerous path of sacrifice, he wants to use the life and blood of the barbarians to fight for a future for himself.