Two days was actually a short time, and in a blink of an eye, it was already the day of battle.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, on a flat yellow mud land outside the gate of the East City, all the disciples of the Twelve Great Sects had already lined up in a long line.

Today, the general who defended the city brought more than 100 cavalry to see off these righteous warriors.

He led his troops into battle against the Japanese several times.

But each time, they came home with a big defeat.

The troops in his hands were only temporarily recruited farmers who had not been trained for a long time, and they had no combat effectiveness at all in front of those wolf-like and cultivated pirates.

In fact, he also hoped that the imperial court would send Wang Shi to exterminate the Japanese invaders.

It's a pity that he only looked forward to these green forest heroes, but he never saw Wang Shi.

In fact, yesterday, he had already received a secret report from the imperial court.

A young master of the Thousand Households of Jinyiwei drove a horse here and brought the Holy Lord's message.

The Holy Lord needs him to stand still, even if the people of these twelve major sects are dead, they will not go out of the city to rescue them.

And he felt deep anger at the Holy One's decision.

Because he is a soldier, not a man who plays with power.

He was a soldier who went into battle to kill the enemy and defend the people.

But helplessly, he was in the imperial court, and there were some things he couldn't do.

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He knew that there were not only Japanese criminals in Nanyang Town at this time, but also many exiled martial arts people.

He has also vaguely sensed that it is good that the people of the twelve major sects who went out this time can come back fifty percent.

Although it was also his wish to return with a great victory, when he thought that these young disciples behind him might all spill blood in the rivers and lakes, there was also a trace of sadness in his heart.

It's just that the court didn't let him move, so how dare he move.

So, he could only come here to see him off, which could be regarded as a little comfort to his guilty heart.

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The sun in the cold winter, although not scorching, is particularly dazzling.

A fat man with a machete on his back and a fat body covered in fat, saw that the master and the general defending the city were chatting non-stop in front, and saw the fierce sun, so he stretched out his fat hand and placed it horizontally in front of his eyebrows, blocking the dazzling sunlight.

He turned, squinted, looked at a man with an honest face beside him, and said.

"Wu Lieyang! The master has already said that even if you are his own son, if you don't become a weapon, he will pass on the position of the sect master to me!! ”。

This fat man is the one Shi Wuwei saw in Dongxian Pavilion a few days ago, and he threatened that he would be the future head of the Lieyang Sect.

And the young man named Wu Lieyang in his mouth is actually his junior brother and his master's sister-in-law.

If Shi Wuwei is here, he will find that this Wu Lieyang is the honest man he met on the immortal island, who found the treasure knife of the sect.

When Wu Lieyang saw that his senior brother mentioned the position of head of the house, instead of being hostile, he let out an 'oh' that didn't matter to him.

The fat man's eyes, which were already narrowed into slits, suddenly began to tremble.

He really couldn't figure out how the master could give birth to such an unmotivated son.

So, he could only sigh in his heart, "After this war, I will definitely propose to my sister and ask her to marry my little sister to me...... In this way, I am also half of the Wu family..."

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In the camp of the Huashan faction, Yue Piaoping, who was fluttering in white, was also looking at the master who was talking to the guards in front of him.

But there was a sense of worry in his eyes.

Yue Yingxi, the head of the Huashan faction, is his master and his father.

And his father had already described to him the tragic extent of the decisive battle that year.

He knew that if he went to Nanyang, there might be a lot of people who died.

Therefore, compared with the enthusiastic juniors and disciples in the rear, as a senior brother, he naturally has a lot more to consider.

At a young age, he has to take on the responsibility of protecting his juniors and disciples, and he must also keep the righteousness in his heart.

This is still too reluctant for him at this time.

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Chen Duyang, the eldest disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect, is also the son of the sect leader Chen Feng.

In fact, before, the young men's trip to the West had already shown him a dangerous picture of the rivers and lakes.

It's just that the small rivers and lakes composed of more than 100 people on the crossing of thousands of mountains are really not worth mentioning compared with the decisive battle of the rivers and lakes that are about to come today.

He had realized that he would have to go through hardships if he was to grow up to be like his father, or many of the older generations.

Although this decisive battle came a little too quickly for him and the juniors and disciples behind him. But he still believes that if he survives this dispute, then the gains that everyone will get will be more profound than practicing behind closed doors on the snowy mountains.

Merely.

Looking at the laughter and enthusiasm of the juniors and disciples behind him, he felt a little uneasy.

He didn't know where this uneasiness came from.

He just hopes that after this decisive battle, he can still drink and talk with his junior brothers.

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After a while, the sun gradually set, time passed, and it was time to part.

Seeing that he had finished his words of gratitude, the general defending the city could only step on his war horse and look at these heroes who were heading east.

And when he looked at the young figures, about to disappear into the mountains and forests in front of them, the guard's heart was a secret way.

"I hope that the day when the gates of the city are opened will be the time when the heroes will return."

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The city of Hangzhou, from Nanyang in the east, needs to cross a mountain forest called Xiaoshan.

The mountain is not high, but it is undulating, which hinders walking.

Although I went to Nanyang, it was only more than 50 miles. But seeing the ups and downs of this mountain, in order to preserve their strength, everyone didn't want to waste their physical strength on running, so they decided to just walk on foot, without using light skills or internal force.

The people of the Taoist Sect, led by Wang Zhengnan, walked at the forefront of the team.

The people of the Buddha sect were responsible for the task of breaking off the post, and walked at the back of the line.

It's just that everyone, whether they are the masters of the sect or the disciples of the sect, has already walked on foot. Only at the end of the procession was a small wagon.

On top of the carriage, there were two people, a little monk with a bald head driving a horse, and the other was a master of empty wisdom sitting inside the carriage.

With the passage of time, the sun hanging high above is about to set.

The sky also changed from bright to orange-red, and in less than half an hour, night would fall.

And in this mighty long queue, the excitement on the faces of the young disciples has not decreased. The blood in their hearts is still boiling.

They were looking forward to it, looking forward to the weapons in their hands, when they would be stained with blood.

They wanted to test whether the martial arts they had practiced hard in the sect had reached the hall.

They also want to see whether the so-called rivers and lakes in the mouths of the older generation are really so chic and comfortable, so fascinating.

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