Later historians have questioned more than once when studying the Battle of Mistruo, why the two great monarchs who led the team did not take advantage of the situation to attack the city after releasing the ghost shadow, you know, this is the weakest time for the Northern Army.

The raging fire at the head of the city certainly burned many of the barbarian vanguards, but it was obviously the Gandhara people who paid the greater price.

Some people attribute it to the fact that the barbarians are unpopular, and if there is no internal response from them in the city, the bloodthirsty barbarians do not know that the soldiers of the Yubei Army who were originally stationed in Pingwumen have been killed and wounded, otherwise they are already in the state of the Pingwumen defenders, and the barbarians only need to send a team of 1,000 people to capture this important town of Gandara.

It's just that no matter how the descendants deduce, the ending of the city has already been decided thousands of years ago, and the barbarians did not choose to attack the city at the first time, for some reason, the bloodthirsty alien race seemed to be a little tired, and chose to hide outside the city.

The Imperial Northern Army, which had been almost drained of blood by the barbarians, had an excellent opportunity to breathe, and in the eyes of later generations of soldiers, in the first half of the battle of Wuruo, the Gandhara people hardly fought a decent counterattack.

If it weren't for the fact that Wei Hougao, the defender who was in charge of defending Pingwumen, suddenly made a ruthless decision, and under the pretense of the order of Marshal Gandhara at that time, he forcibly recruited many strong men with extraordinary skills from the whole city, I am afraid that the god king Zi Nanli and his loyal and filial piety army would not be able to drive the barbarians back to that wild place.

It's just that history is a fact of the past after all, and as for the reason why later generations, whether it is a historian or a soldier, are particularly enthusiastic about the battle of that mist, it is only because in this land of Gandhara, the god king of Zhongzhou, Zi Nanli, was born.

The man who was as dazzling as Chunhui took his loyal and filial army that galloped through Central Continent in the land of Gandhara in the future, and drove the barbarians back to that wild land.

As for how Zi Nanli led his loyal and filial piety army, which was less than 10,000 at that time, to hide in the city of Wuruo, the writers and writers of later generations tried their best to imagine it, so that many bizarre legends were circulated.

However, no matter how bizarre the legends of later generations and how bizarre the apocryphal stories are, the various versions of the legends have one thing in common, that is, the loyal and filial army of the god king Zi Nanli first appeared on the battlefield of that misty city, and it was from that time that a man who was exiled by Tianwu would make the entire land of Middle-earth obey his feet in the future.

Time turned back to a thousand years ago, and it was impossible for Zi Nanli to know his future fate at this moment, and at this time, he still took a few people from Nangong Evil, silently following a group of strangely dressed men, and not far from his eyes was the Pingwu Gate.

"Pingwumen, Jiandaluo's ability is not very big, and his tone is not small" Nangong's evil face was like sinking water, and he just glanced at the words engraved on the head of the city, and said with a sneer.

Nie Zhucheng, who was close to him, knocked him with his elbow slightly, and his eyes swept around, which clearly meant that Nangong Xie was cautious in his words and deeds.

Zi Nanli, who was walking in the front, smiled when he heard it, turned his head and said to Nangong Evil: "You guy is also careful, people can't beat us, you can't think about it, if you are not convinced, after you become the commander of the Red Mist Fortress, you will change the name of our South Gate, huh...... It's called ...... Jelomon"

Nangong Xie rolled his eyes angrily at Zi Nanli, and Nie Zhicheng whispered to Zi Nanli with a nervous face: "My lord, be careful that the wall has ears."

Zi Nanli pursed his lips, turned his head, he looked left and right, there were all strong men in strange costumes beside him, looking at the dress, most of these people were not from the Gandhara, I don't know what the hell Nie Zhucheng was nervous about.

At this time, the crowd moving silently stopped suddenly, on the Pingwu Gate, a tall figure gradually revealed, at this moment it was the hour, the early winter sun was still lazy and had not risen, under the reflection of the torches at the head of the city, the man standing on the Pingwu Gate looked extraordinarily tall.

A face with a national character, under the thick eyebrows is a gaze full of perseverance, the white-faced bearded man looks only in his early twenties, but the military rank engraved on the blue armor shows that this person has reached the banner master, and the entire Wuruo City should belong to this person except for the evil sky and the Qi Fenghai who has disappeared.

At this moment, hundreds of people gathered under the Pingwu Sect, and these sturdy men all raised their heads and silently stared at the man at the head of the city.

"My name is Wei Hou Gao, and I am the banner master responsible for guarding the Pingwu Gate, for you, I don't think I need to talk nonsense, you also know what to do and what not to do,

I know that many of you are not willing to come to guard this Pingwu Gate, you are either limited to your own identity, or you have signed a death contract with your master's family, and some of you must be resentful in your hearts, why do you want me to do this job of playing with the barbarians, what does he do with the Northern Army?"

Wei Hougao said this and slowly glanced at the crowd, the crows under the Pingwu Sect were silent, hundreds of pairs of eyes without a trace of waves were staring at him coldly, he took a long breath, and tightly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

His gaze froze, and his tone was full of condensation: "That's because the Imperial Northern Army that was once stationed here has all been killed."

He said it very lightly, but the city gate caused an uproar because of his words, and the men who had been silent before looked at each other, and many of them were already cursing in private.

"Damn, Lao Tzu knew that the old animal was not at ease, and as long as he guarded the city for his son, the death contract signed by his family and me would be written off, and it turned out that Lao Tzu was called to send him to death" An extremely tall man was gritting his teeth and cursing.

The crowd burst into a commotion because of the man.

"Lao Tzu was also forced by the owner, the Qian family detained my son, Lao Tzu didn't come, they ...... They're going to ......."

"Damn, this group of bastards provoked their own handsomeness, but they called our brothers to top the tank, is this barbarian easy to deal with? The Imperial Northern Army is almost dead, and he actually asked us to defend the city, grass his ancestor, I will go back, and fight to the death with his surname Song, it is better than suffocating to death in this Pingwu Gate"

In just a while, the crowd gradually became angry, and Wei Hougao, who was standing at the head of the city, stood tall for a while, until some men picked up the weapons they were carrying, and turned their heads to leave with a solemn expression, he said coldly: "Go back?" Your death deed is in someone else's hands, and your family is in someone else's hands, go back? Do you let your parents, wives and children watch you die tragically at the hands of your head of the house, or do you watch your relatives die in front of your eyes?"

Wei Hou Gao's words came slowly, and the crowd that was restless before instantly quieted down, and hundreds of burly strong men looked at the banner master of the Imperial Northern Army with cold expressions, and the hatred in their eyes soared into the sky.

The crowd was silent for a long time, and Zi Nanli, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, nodded his head and looked at Wei Hougao with an appreciative expression.

Nangong Xie, who was standing beside him, first heard Zi Nanli muttering softly: "This emotion was mobilized at once, master, tsk, it's a pity that there is no one to arrange, this play is not perfect."

Before Nangong Xie could understand what Zi Nanli meant by this strange statement, he saw the third prince of the Tianwu Empire, pointing at the man at the head of the city, and shouted with a cold face: "Then master, let me ask you, what should we do?" Defending the city is also a death, and not defending it is also a death, so it is better to be happy before dying, Lao Tzu has been aggrieved for a lifetime, and he can't live a personal life before he dies? Kill the head of the family, take the death contract, anyway, the city can't be saved, the brothers will kill it first! ”

Nangong Xie opened his mouth wide, such a vulgar and unreasonable words actually popped out of Zi Nanli's mouth like this, and he was instantly dumbfounded.

"Childe, what are you doing! This is...... This is not to live anymore?...... The barbarian army is outside, and he actually instigates these people...... Could it be ...... If the city is in chaos, he can take advantage of the chaos to escape? This also ...... It's naïve."

When he was still speculating, Nie Zhucheng, who was near him, suddenly shouted loudly: "This brother is right, it is a death horizontally and vertically, it is better to have a good time, anyway, his mother is guarding this broken city, and it has nothing to do with the masters, in the end, Lao Tzu does not have to be bullied by those dogs, kill the head of the family, and take the death contract."

The crowd that was shocked by Wei Hougao's words became manic again, as if ice water had been injected into the boiling oil, and the crowd all turned around and headed towards the inner city with murderous spirit, only Zi Nan did not move at all.

"It's almost over, whether it will be successful depends on your Wei Hougao's ability" Zi Nanli muttered to himself, his expression was cold, but his eyes were hot looking at the man at the head of the city.

The long sword came out of its sheath and slashed across the torches beside him, which seemed to illuminate the night sky, and the sharp blade in Wei Hou's hand shook his hand and pointed at the crowd that was about to leave, and said loudly: "If you defend the city, you will live, and if you don't obey, you will die, I, the banner of the Imperial Northern Army, will give you a chance, a chance that can make you stand up for the rest of your life, a chance to never be bullied by the wealthy nobles in this city, and an opportunity that can benefit your family, your wife and children."

His voice came from afar, his eyes were already full of murderous intent, and he only paused slightly, and then slowly walked towards the city again, but this time it was not as decisive as before.

"Damn, you're going straight to the point, give benefits" Zi Nanli gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice while stomping his feet.

"As long as you kill a barbarian, you can become the fight of my Imperial Northern Army, killing three is a warrior, as long as one of you can kill five barbarians, he can be the wing commander of my Imperial Northern Army, killing ten is the banner envoy, killing fifty, you can make a flag book, if you are ruthless enough, enough to kill a hundred warriors of his barbarians, my position as the banner master will be given to him"

The murderous procession suddenly seemed to be petrified, and the sturdy men turned their heads one by one and looked at the city, with indescribable looks in their eyes.

There was a deep suspicion in his eyes, a deep sense of amazement, and a hint of ecstasy, but this heartfelt ecstasy was quickly replaced by suspicion and doubt.

Since the founding of the country, the appointment and dismissal of lieutenant generals and officers in the army have been evaluated on the basis of personal cultivation.

Ordinary people with strong bodies can only do the most humble fighting in the army, and after the baptism of countless wars, soldiers who can carry axes and swords, and walk a hundred miles in half a day with heavy armor, will be promoted to military soldiers.

But if you are still a mortal in the flesh and have no possibility of cultivating the special exercises passed down from the army, then you can only be a martial artist for a lifetime.

Only those very few who can break through the gap between mortals and monks and cultivate to the realm of transformation can become the winged commanders of an army.

After that, the banner envoys, banner books, banner masters, overseers, and even brigadier generals, major generals, generals, and even the marshals, every time the military rank is promoted, there must be a corresponding cultivation realm.

This is an iron law that has never been broken by anyone, but today, in the city of Wuruo, a small banner book actually boasted to them that they only needed to cut off the heads of the barbarians, and they could get the opportunities that ordinary people would not have.

How can they, the humiliated people, not question this?

"You are telling the truth," it was still Zi Nanli who asked this.

Wei Hougao's eyes froze, and a strand of broken hair slowly floated down from the city.

"If there is half a lie, let me be like this broken hair"