Under the banner of the wind, the undulating towers are connected to each other between the ever-widening wooden walls, and behind are the busy soldiers and the people who have spontaneously rushed to help. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info galloping horses came and went between the camps, and from time to time there were loud shouts.

Lu Yunfei stood on a high place, looking at the tall city wall in front of him, living in the south, this was the first time he really saw Haojing. Even if he was only facing a part of the outer city wall, he had already deeply experienced the majesty and magnificence of the world's most fortified city.

On his back, a pair of steel spears glittered in the scorching sun, and the reason why they were so shiny was not because he maintained his weapons well, but because his original pair of silver spears had been destroyed by the Tiger Emperor's fierce assassination half a month ago.

At this moment, Lu Yunfei still remembers that night, when he stabbed in the siege of a bunch of generals, he punched himself with amazing power. The silver spear that had accompanied him for many years was broken, and he was also in the embarrassment, narrowly dying.

That night, Mengcha assassinated many people, and the sword array arranged by the military advisor, and the siege of many masters, but it almost made Mengcha assassinate on the spot. Although before this, the military division was a rehearsal sword formation, which had been used again and again, but even the masters of the sect saint level were almost caught in it and it was difficult to get out, which was still a little jaw-dropping.

Unlike other soldiers and horses, most of the rebels joined this battle of counterattacking the barbarians from the spring, but Lu Yunfei and the team he led started from the attack on Bashu last winter, and have been fighting until now, in the blink of an eye, I saw that in another two or three months, a year would pass like this.

In these days, after being tempered by the battlefield, Lu Yunfei's skin is much darker than the previous period when he ate meat and drank wine in large bowls on Jianyan Mountain, and his figure standing on the wall of the wall is as tall as his steel spear. The thrilling escape experience of being under the strong enemy of the Zongsheng-level master did not make him frustrated, but made him more determined, and he was born and died many times on the battlefield, which also made his martial arts change from the tricky he once became, and became stable and aggressive.

Although not long after the great prosperity of Xuanqi, when it came to strength, Lu Yunfei was already considered a "grandmaster" level, but he clearly knew that at that time, he actually did not have a deeper understanding of Yu Wuxue, and the leap in strength had little to do with himself, and almost every person around him had a great increase in strength.

And now, although he has not comprehended more tricks, he has begun to realize that the real progress in his martial arts, the original flashy silver spear, has turned into an indomitable steel spear, he stands on a high place, his eyes look at the impregnable city wall in front of him, and his heart is surging with the fighting spirit that will not flinch, and the determination to become stronger no matter what.

Although the scorching sun was scorching, the wind was quite fierce on this day.

In the evening, a transport team came from the rear, led by Mr. Mei Jian, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance. Lu Yunfei led people to receive them, and boxes of shells were moved from the car.

The showers of the past few days have made most of the firearms in the army no longer usable, although the artillery has been erected, but more is actually just a bluff, and the arrival of a new batch of shells at this moment means that the siege of Haojing can really be launched.

"General Lu." Mr. Mei Jian said, "The grain transportation line in the rear has basically been dredged, and the generalissimo is personally in charge, and the follow-up military materials will be transported one after another." The generalissimo asked me to wait here and listen to the order in front of the general's tent to attack Haojing, but if there is a need, just give orders. ”

Lu Yunfei hurriedly said: "The alliance leader is highly respected, how dare the last general?" ”

Mr. Mei Jian said: "The general should not be polite, when it comes to personal fighting, I may have some strengths, but compared to the battlefield battle formation, marching and attacking the city, we are far inferior to the general." Since you have come here, you should naturally obey the general's orders, everything is based on Huaxia, and the general should not refuse. ”

Lu Yunfei said: "Then there is the leader of the Labor League." ”

On the second day, with the sound of artillery, the battle to attack Haojing officially began, at this time, the south of the Qinling Mountains, basically all of them have been controlled by the Chinese side, and the north of the Qinling Mountains has been recovered one by one, and in the next few days, more Huaxia troops, after sweeping away the barbarian armies in the surrounding states, killed in this direction......

***

The upper reaches of the Changhe River, south of Huozhou.

At this time, Bai Zijin's face was unusually dignified.

The army has been assembled, and on the hill ahead, it is the Divine Book Sect that has gathered reinforcements from the north and south, and the remnants of the defeated troops from various states, and re-laid the defensive line. For the barbarian army, Huozhou is an important state capital that must not be completely controlled by the Chinese side, once it is completely controlled by the Chinese side, it will be difficult for the Tiger Emperor of Haojing to retreat.

As for the Huaxia side, if the life of the fierce assassin can be completely left in the Central Plains, the barbarian tribes will collapse immediately. The Leopard King has been destroyed, the Falcon Queen has disappeared, and the "evil appearance" of the Divine Book Sect is now infamous among the barbarian tribes, as long as he is stabbed to death, it is impossible for him to maintain the unity of the barbarian tribes.

For the Divine Book Sect, even Bai Zijin, a ghost military division, did not dare to be careless. However, at this time, the Zongjia army, which was originally planned to move to this side as quickly as possible, did not arrive as scheduled to join forces with him to attack the Divine Book Sect.

What the hell is going on? Bai Zijin stared at the sand table in front of him, judging from the current situation, there should be no barbarian army or Tianxiao army that can delay Zong Nuan's footsteps.

After all, after the barbarians invaded China and the entire south of the Changhe River fell into the hands of the barbarian army, the Zongjia army, which survived on the territory of the barbarian army, has a strong fighting spirit and absolute military discipline, even the Red Turban Army led by Bai Zijin is willing to bow down.

In this general situation in which the entire barbarian army has gradually fallen apart, which enemy is delaying the speed of the Zongjia army's march?

The situation on the battlefield was originally treacherous and changeable, and no one dared to win easily until the last moment. In the eyes of others, although he is good at using tricks, he is actually a more cautious ghost military master than anyone else, and he frowned tightly in the face of this unexpected situation.

That night, a group of elite horsemen left overnight and rushed to the northwest. The leader of the team is the Red Lady, who leads the strongest group of masters in the Red Turban Army, including Zhuo Tianhao, the "Cloud Piercing Arrow", and Liang Chuchu, one of the eighteen heroes of the original Arrow Goose. There are not too many people, but only five hundred, but all of them are elite.

This army, day and night, finally arrived at the place where the Zongjia army was stationed, the red lady was dressed in red with arrow sleeves, holding glasses in her hand, and looked at the military camp in front. The dilapidated camp had apparently experienced the heaviest assault, and there was no living person in sight, nor any movement in sight.

The Red Lady waved her hand, Zhuo Tianhao immediately led fifty people and galloped forward, while the Red Lady took the rest of the horses and horses, ready to withdraw at any time. The dust was flying, Zhuo Tianhao took fifty horsemen and cautiously entered the village, and there was a dead silence in the village. The red lady waited here for a long time before she saw them turn out and make a safe gesture to this side.

"Let's go!" The red lady led the crowd and rode her horse forward.

Coming to Zhuo Tianhao's side, she asked, "What happened?" The Zong family army has withdrawn? ”

Even Zhuo Tianhao, who had experienced a hundred battles, was a little pale at the moment: "Dead...... All of them are dead. ”

In fact, even if he didn't say it, at this moment, the red lady and the others had already smelled the smell of blood...... The monstrous flesh.

Five hundred horsemen entered the barracks, followed by numbness in the scalps, broken corpses everywhere, almost unable to resist, and unilaterally slaughtered. A general, the armor on his body is all powder, and the body in the armor has been shattered into countless pieces, and this situation is almost everywhere.

Even the red lady, at this moment, she couldn't help but feel a chill from the depths of her heart, under the sweeping of the barbarian army, the Zongjia army, which was able to hold on all the way, what kind of enemy did it encounter? Or is it not a human army at all, but a demon army of demons?

Otherwise, how could it be so powerful?

They made their way to the center, where they found the body of Sonuma, who was dead along with a dozen or so masters who were protecting him. The red lady looked at the rolling land, as well as the surrounding buildings that were crooked in one direction at the same time, she paced back and forth, and after a long time, she sighed: "One move!" All the people here...... Died under one move. ”

Everyone else has changed color, and there is no shortage of grandmaster-level masters around General Zongnuma Sect to protect him, but now he died in the move of a strong enemy.

In other words, it was a sect-level enemy.

However, the slaughter of tens of thousands of elite soldiers in this entire military camp is not something that a saint-level master can do.

What kind of enemies did they encounter?

It was obviously the scorching heat of midsummer, but at this moment, it was filled with the chill of the forest, and the blood and qi emitted by the layers of broken corpses around it seemed to have become an endless hell, making everyone in it feel indescribable fear.

And this fear is about to sweep across the entire land of China.

***

The attack on Haojing unfolded almost day and night, without stopping for a moment.

With the strength of the walls of Haojing City, even if it is artillery, it cannot be destroyed, but it can only be continuously suppressed and then sent people to attack. A large number of ink artists came to support, and many siege equipment were created. At the beginning, the barbarian army did not spend too much effort to break through Haojing, but at this moment, under the stubborn resistance of the barbarian army, Haojing's city is high and deep, but it has been exerted to the extreme, which has to be said to be a great irony.

The snatching of the city wall has never stopped, and many martial arts masters have forced themselves onto the wall through wooden armor such as ladders made by ink makers. Under the personal command of the Tiger Emperor, the barbarian army showed extraordinary resilience, inch by inch of city wall and inch of blood, in just over ten days, I don't know how many people died in the battle.

In the roaring explosion, flesh and blood flew everywhere. There is a ladder on it, which buckles the arrow blank, and the buckle made of stainless steel is difficult to untie in a short time. There were barbarians rushing in, among the minced flesh all over the ground, smashing down boulders, pouring fierce fire oil, some people fell down, some fires rose, and with a whoop, some masters climbed over the wall, and some barbarian warriors killed. After a short fight, the spear from the side pierced the man's belly, and the man took the gun and fell down to the city.

In one section, the ballista of a hundred tigers rushed together, shooting dense arrows, and the artillery fire in the distance bombarded the city wall below the ballista, and the hard boulder cracked open, but that's all. Bang, a long iron arrow, dragging the iron cable, flew out and nailed into the city wall, and the rubble fell with a clatter. After several repetitions, four long iron cables were pulled up. In the arrow blocking car under the city, the two ink men continued to operate, boom, the crossbow cannon hit the wooden armor, and the built-in gunpowder exploded suddenly, the fire splashed everywhere, and the two ink men screamed in the fire.

There was a loud roar from the rear, and at least two hundred or more strong men pushed the moving wooden wall, and the iron cable vibrate, and the wooden wall was pushed by the built-in mechanism, clattering, locking the iron cable, and erecting it on the city wall to form a slope. The crowd rushed up, the fire pot was thrown, the flames rising, the roar of rage. The brute soldiers next to the ballista stepped up to place the arrows and crossbows, and with a snort, someone killed him, and his aura skyrocketed, and some warriors intercepted him, and his evil anger rushed into the sky. In the big war, killing and being killed, repeated see-saws.

In the palace, Meng Cha Thorn was alone, sitting on the dragon chair on the majestic steps, looking at the empty hall, silent.

The sound of artillery fire in the outer city could not be heard here, and the cry that enveloped the entire capital was also blocked by the imperial city. There were people who were forced to push up the city, carrying large stones, and there was a miserable atmosphere everywhere.

However, sitting here, it is a peaceful atmosphere, and the steps that go down one by one give people a condescending feeling, as if the whole world is under their feet.

It's just a semi-enclosed hall, why does it feel more majestic and great than the whole world?

Meng Cha Thorn was silent, obviously it was a rare and precious experience that not everyone could have, but at this moment, when he thought about it, even he felt weird...... Even a little scared.

There is no gunsmoke, no war, as if you can have everything as long as you want, and anything you don't want will disappear in front of you like this. This is the power of the emperor? Or is it the emperor's self-deception?

In fact, for the first time since he ascended the throne, he is actually sitting here. Until then, he had always consciously avoided the place.

But now, seeing that this place will no longer belong to him, somehow, he is a little infatuated.

What will his "new dynasty" look like in the history books thousands of years later? What would he be like in the history books? He wanted to know, though he could imagine it...... There won't be any good words.

He stood up, and walked down, and just like that, he strode to the temple. The old Yan Shenggong was trembling in front of him. He stood in front of the old man and looked at the sky outside the imperial city: "You say, how will you evaluate me in the history books of China in the future?" ”

The old man hurriedly said: "Your Majesty's virtue is the four seas, the power of Kyushu, the upper can be compared to Yanhuang, the lower is not inferior to Yao Shun, the new dynasty is opened, ten thousand ...... Blessing to all peoples. The old man bent down deeply.

The Tiger Emperor laughed and patted the old man's shoulder: "That's a good point!" ”

He stepped forward with his hands in his hand: "I like it! ”