After the Mengzhen army broke through the city, under the order of Hetian Jun, everything in the northern Xinjiang city was wreaked havoc, and the originally well-organized northern Xinjiang city has become a ruin under the barbaric destruction.

Nurba tore open the door of a private house, dragged out a shivering citizen from behind the door with a cruel smile, twisted his head off at will, and threw it to the entourage behind: "Hahaha! The wolf king of the steppe will tear you cowardly lambs to pieces! I will build your head as a Jingguan, and you are all proof of my Nurba's achievements!"

Northern Xinjiang City Lord's Mansion, the previous Northern Xinjiang City Lord smiled bitterly, looking at the excellent and wandering Meng Zhen Marshal and Tian Jun in front of him and the black-robed old man, just a few days ago, the Northern Xinjiang Marshal Yue Wuxian and Hetian Jun fought for a long time, but was seriously injured by the black-robed old man who appeared in the sky, and reluctantly retreated to the Northern Xinjiang City, intending to open the big array in the city to defend the city, but the Northern Xinjiang City Lord received three urgent letters from the Xinwu City Lord, and the content was all to let him cooperate with the Meng Zhen army to open the gap in the big array.

The city lord of Northern Xinjiang hesitated again and again, looking at the defeated Northern Xinjiang Army and the imposing Meng Zhen Army, and finally made a decision, he had close contacts with the Xinwu City Lord and had a lot of interests. If he withdrew with the Northern Xinjiang Army, Wu Guo would not let him go, so the Northern Frontier City Lord knew that he had landed on the thief ship, and he had to pinch his nose and become their accomplice.

After taking a sip of the cup of tea, Hetian Jun said with enjoyment: "Thanks to the city lord Wang, our Mengzhen army can capture the Northern Frontier City like a bamboo, and you will be our Mengzhen's partner in the future, and we will not treat you badly." ”

Wang Mang smiled bitterly, listening to the screams and wails outside the city, and after hesitating again and again, he said: "Dashuai, the Northern Xinjiang City is already Mengzhen's territory, can you make Mengzhen's army stop these actions?" What Wang Mang didn't expect was that Mengzhen's methods were so cruel, no matter how old or young, they would kill them, this was clearly a slaughter of the city! Even if Wang Mang surrendered to Mengzhen, he still felt a little unbearable.

Hetian Jun shook his head with a faint smile, and the words he said made Wang Mang's heart cold: "Lord Wang, there is a saying in the military country that if you are not of my race, your heart must be different, I think you should understand this very well, plus the order to slaughter the city is not my decision alone, the army needs to vent, and killing is the best vent!"

The black-robed old man behind him said with a smile: "City Lord Wang, all this in front of you has nothing to do with you, and now you are pretending to be a good person?" You know, they are all the people of the Martial Kingdom, and now that you have betrayed the Martial Kingdom, even if you have the heart to leave this place, I am afraid that the Martial Kingdom will not be able to tolerate you, and you will still serve us obediently, maybe you can get better than before." ”

Wang Mang sighed in his heart, and used his spiritual power to block his ears, no longer listening to the wails of hell outside the mansion. There's no going back.

Two hundred miles south of the Northern Xinjiang City, the remnants of the Northern Xinjiang Army gathered here, one by one like frosted eggplants, the morale of the entire army was almost zero, many wounded were wailing, and the whole camp was full of depression.

In the tent of the marshal of the Northern Xinjiang Army, Yue Wuxian was pale, and he was writing something in the big tent, and a report came from outside the door, General Lu asked to see him, Yue Wuxian was stunned for a moment, and let General Lu enter the big tent.

Wu Feidi walked into the tent, looked at the withered Marshal Moon in front of him, and said worriedly: "Marshal, how is the injury?"

Yue Wuxian put down the wolf pen in his hand, shook his head silently and said, "It's okay, General Lu, please take a seat." ”

Wu Feidi was a little flattered, no matter how the marshal of Northern Xinjiang lost, it was also a marshal, and he was only the deputy general of one of the armies, and there was a gap of several levels in the middle. Wu Feidi hugged his fists and said: "The last general doesn't dare, dare to ask the marshal what his plans are in the future?"

A cold light flashed in Yue Wuxian's eyes: "Hmph, that despicable villain of Hetian Jun dared to make such a ghost trick, I injured the foundation under the sneak attack of the black-robed man, and I am afraid that it will not be cured for a while." I will return to Beijing with a letter, and I believe that the Wudu side will soon send reinforcements, and at that time, I will naturally be able to make a comeback and recapture the three cities in northern Xinjiang!"

Wu Feidi frowned: "Having said that, it takes time for people from Wudu to come, and they were caught off guard by mistake before, and they were calculated by Wang Mang's gang, and if they beat us by mistake, it will lead to the rout of the whole front." The last general made a rough count of the more than 100,000 troops of the Northern Xinjiang Army, and lost nearly half of them, not to mention the hundreds of thousands of civilians in the city. Dashuai, we must avenge this revenge!"

Yue Wuji's eyes were even colder: "This is natural! Meng Zhen is not afraid, but this time it is not simple, not to mention how the black-robed powerhouse appeared, it is the sudden backlash of the city lord of Northern Xinjiang, which is also full of problems and many doubts." Ben Shuai has never failed so much in his life, and I must figure out why. ”

Wu Feidi hesitated for a moment and said, "Dashuai, if it is as expected, all this should be the handiwork of the Demon Sect." ”

Yue Wuxian's face changed, and he said in disbelief: "Demon Sect, isn't this a force that was wiped out by our country thousands of years ago, how can it have anything to do with them?"

Wu Feidi smiled bitterly: "The big handsome man has been in the north for a long time, I'm afraid I don't know, the Demon Sect has begun to show traces in the past few years, but it's just a little known, the dress of the old man in black robes, the last general has seen it a few times in the south, and he is dressed the same." "Wu Feidi is not only talking about the group of people in the Southern Emperor Sect, but in the Ling family in Junsha City, Wu Feidi also found some clues, so he decisively left Junsha City with Qin Miaoyi.

And now, the Demon Sect has made such a big move, and Wu Feidi knows in his heart that this may have something to do with the return of their old sect master.

Yue Wuxian frowned and muttered, "If that's the case, I'm afraid that the Martial Kingdom will face another catastrophe." "Yue Wuxian is not a fool, combined with the secret letter between Emperor Wu and him before, since Wu Feidi said this, then he simply had a showdown: "I have had a special secret letter with Your Majesty, Your Majesty mentioned you before, and I was also curious about your identity, which is worthy of Your Majesty's favor." I once asked Your Majesty, but Your Majesty kept silent. Then Yue Wuxian took out the latest secret report and handed it out, Wu Feidi was about to step forward to take it, but Yue Wuxian stepped forward and knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: "The commander of the Northern Xinjiang Army, Yue Wuxian, has seen His Royal Highness the Prince!"

Wu Feidi hurriedly helped Yue Wuxian up, and in the face of such a move by the Spirit King powerhouse, Wu Feidi didn't know what to say for a while. And Yue Wuxian raised his head and said with a smile: "Your Highness, you might as well take a look at the letter in your hand?"

Wu Feidi was surprised, opened the letter and looked at it, it read: "The chaos is coming, the moon is without a trace, the Northern Frontier Army in your hands is an important force to assist Wu'er, I hope you will assist him well and help him overcome the catastrophe." My son's name: Not an enemy. ”

It turned out that Wu Mo had already made arrangements! The Northern Xinjiang Army was a gift from Wu Mo to his son who owed too much!

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