Dongyingkou, a small city near the mouth of the Yellow River.

This place is not a major town in the world, nor is it a prosperous place of commerce, let alone a densely populated place.

During the more than 20 years of Qilu turmoil, this place was a corner of peace, and because there were sailors stationed, it was not disturbed much.

In general, it is incomparable with Suzhou, Lin'an, Luoyang and other big cities, it is a little-known place.

But today, there are a lot of people gathered here.

There are 70,000 troops in the south, 20,000 in the southwest, and Wu Shifeng's two bandit armies as backups.

The southern army has been set up, from several directions, the remnants of the Dongying city in front of them are blocked, from the city at a glance, densely packed, all are swaying flags, tens of thousands of soldiers' blades reflect the cold light.

The noise before the start of the battle was like a constant drum beating, beating wave after wave on the small city in front of him.

"The Japanese are stupid enough to choose such a place where there is no danger to defend and use it as a place for a decisive battle."

Behind the military formation, on a higher hill, Zhao Lian's headquarters is here, and from here you can basically have an overview of the frontline battle situation.

A lieutenant rode on his horse, looking out at the town ahead, and said with disdain:

"It's really an extraterritorial barbarian, and the war depends on a bloody bravery, how can I have one of the strategies of my Middle Earth soldiers?"

"Captain Feng said it well."

Several school officials around him thought so, and some people held their waist knives and said confidently:

"Weihou personally sits in the town, and there are strong soldiers in the world of the Hundred Battles Army, so Dongying City was broken before, and the city gate and buildings have not been repaired, so there is no need for a ladder to rush the car? I only need tens of thousands of soldiers and horses to rush? and they will destroy the thieves.

This battle will be won! ”

The sound of discussion among his subordinates reached the ears of Zhao Lian in front.

Weihou didn't reprimand his subordinates for being careless? Because he thinks the same thing? It's not that the old man is arrogant and conceited, it's just that he has fought all his life? Look at the situation at hand.

Whether it's troops, logistics? Morale? Offensive and defensive, terrain, and superiority are all on the side of the Southern Army.

He really couldn't think of how the Japanese could win.

"Strange to say? Hou Ye? We fought this battle so smoothly, but we didn't see the Japanese send envoys. ”

One of the lieutenants beside Weihou whispered:

"Before the decisive battle at this time, whether it is surrender or provocation, shouldn't they send messengers? Come and have a verbal battle with me? This is the rule of warfare since ancient times.

Could it be that the Wild Alien? Don't understand any of this? ”

"Ben will see that they really don't understand."

Another adjutant grabbed the whip and said in a disdainful tone:

"This battle has been going on for almost half a month? Many field battles, are we dominant? The Japanese fled? Don't see anyone who surrenders with their lives? It is said that this widow has witchcraft and can lure sneaky people, and some soldiers and Jianghu people have also seen it with their own eyes.

If the general wants to say, they may have been possessed by the monsters in their extraterritorial wasteland, and they have lost their minds, so they dare to come to our Middle-earth.

For this kind of demon, there is no need to talk about the number of battle formations at all.

A wave of bulldozing and sending them into the Yellow Spring is a good deed. ”

Weihou remained noncommittal.

Although it was a battle to be won, he still rode on a tall horse as before, and used the Mo family's clairvoyant mirror to look at the head of Dongying City and observe the enemy's situation.

But it's really weird!

In the elongated field of vision of the clairvoyant, on the crippled city, Zhao Lian did not see any active walking figures, only some banners marked with strange insignias, hunting in the wind.

"What the hell are these widows? Are 20,000 men gathered together in the city, and do not defend it? Symbolic resistance is not done? ”

Zhao Lian put down the clairvoyant mirror, and a strange feeling was rising in his heart.

"Is it singing about the empty city? Or do you make up your mind to fight in the streets with our army? ”

All kinds of thoughts went back and forth in Wei Hou's heart, making the veteran rarely hesitate, but the army had come to this point, and his subordinates were all gearing up to seek military merits.

"Captain Feng!"

After a few breaths, Wei Hou made a decision, he took the reins of his horse, and said in a deep voice:

"You take a hundred soldiers and horses, go to the battle, if you can break the city, this battle will be your first merit!"

"Yes!"

The captain who was named was overjoyed, grabbed his spear from his own soldiers, and rode into the formation.

His heart was warm.

This kind of battle that must be won is almost a military feat in front of him, and Weihou is really considerate of his own people, and he is really a good boss.

Thinking so in his heart, this brave lieutenant quickly rushed into the military formation, and with the sound of war drums, more than 2,000 people of a military horse that had already been lined up marched towards the ruined city in front of him.

One by one, the hundred battle troops were already red-eyed, covered with bloody fighting qi, their hearts were lured by the fierce battle, their faces were distorted, and they were as strong as oxen.

The soldiers began to trot, like a herd of speeding beasts.

"Kill!"

The lieutenant colonel of the army, who also cultivates martial arts, shouted and killed, mixed with true qi, resounded through the battlefield, like a muffled thunder.

The army galloped, rolling up the smoke and dust in the sky, and the soldiers behind them also responded in unison, the sound of killing was spreading, and thousands of people moved together, so that the ground on this side was slightly shaken, and the rabid dogs of war had been loosened, and they were looking for sweet flesh and blood.

The Japanese had no military formation outside the city, and there was no defense at the head of the city, so they were all cowering in the ruined city, and the forward soldiers and horses were not stopped at all.

There were also several masters of the rivers and lakes who moved with the army, and they all broke out in unison, bombarding the city gate with a heavy hammer, and in less than ten breaths, the dilapidated city gate of Dongying small city was completely shattered in the loud noise.

Sawdust flew and the walls shook.

Captain Feng rushed into the ruined city first, and the soldiers behind him poured in like a tide, and the blood and murderous aura mixed together, like a red storm blowing.

"殺します!"

A terrible battle cry that did not resemble a human voice resounded in the city.

Captain Feng looked at it with a gun, and in the ruined city in front of him, black-armored Japanese people with knives poured out from all directions.

He didn't panic, but he was sure.

Sure enough, these Japanese people are fighting the idea of street fighting, which is good, I am afraid that they will not resist, he is a soldier, if he wins without a fight, he always feels almost tasted.

The people in front of him are coming, which is exactly what he wants!

"Sons, rush with me!"

The lieutenant shouted, tightened the reins of the horse, and in the neighing of the horses, he led the cavalry to rush into the enemy formation, and the spear in his hand was like a dragon, and he knocked down three of them as soon as he saw it.

The hundred battle troops behind him were even more like tigers and wolves, one by one, they were entangled in battle qi and killed into the enemy formation.

After ten breaths, a heavy blood rose here, and the stumps and broken arms were sprinkled everywhere, and the Japanese people could not stop them at all, they were retreating, starting from the city gate, and the Japanese people were all retreating.

And the Hundred Battles Army that killed the red eyes rushed forward in one go.

"Win."

In this formation, Wei Hou put down the clairglass mirror in his hand, and saw the striker enter the city and force the Japanese people back in the fight, Zhao Lian also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He made a gesture, and the flag bearer behind him moved the battle flag forward, and the drums of war sounded everywhere in the military formation, and several more troops joined the battlefield to meet the advance into the city to clear the enemy.

The army is pressing, and the victory is decided!

"Restored"

The BMW horse carrying Weihou suddenly neighed, the four hooves kept trampling on the ground, and the big head was dangling, this obedient good horse was a little restless at this moment.

Not only it, but the war horses of the surrounding generals and colonels all had the same reaction.

It's as if these beasts, who are more sensitive than humans, have sensed something that alarms them.

Weihou, who was riding on the horse, clamped his legs and controlled the warhorse, he stretched out his hand and touched his heart, and there was a trace of doubt on his old face.

Why is my heart beating so fast?

There is also an irrepressible feeling of panic.

Could it be that this is some kind of omen?

He raised his head and looked at the lonely city in front of him where at most two sticks of incense would fall, and the place where he was shouted to kill and haunted by the murderous aura of blood was still empty.

It's just that the old man seems to have hallucinations in front of his eyes.

He saw a strange grimace rising in the middle of the city and the sky, like a demon, laughing wildly, and the gate covered with blood and light seemed to be turning into a demon's open mouth, swallowing countless creatures into its intestines.

The rising bloody battle aura turned into the war tattoos on the cheeks of the evil ghost, making it seem so real and so shocking.

But the next moment.

Everything is gone.

The sky is still that day, the city is still the city, and Wei Hou has been pulled back to reality by the noise of the battle in his hallucination.

That's an illusion, right?

I guess so.

Old man Zhao laughed.

I'm really old, and I'm always dizzy.

He looked like the lieutenant general next to him and planned to tell him about some affairs, but the brave lieutenant general stretched out his finger at this time and pointed to the lonely city in front of him, his fingertips trembled, and his resolute face was full of sluggishness.

He was speechless, as if he had seen something terrible.

Zhao Lian's face changed suddenly, and when he looked back again, a scarlet blood light filled all his horizons in the next moment.

"Hmm"

In the center of the remnant city of Dongying, Hongchenjun was wearing a mighty black keto, a cloak embroidered with Penglai patterns, a battle helmet decorated with slender antlers, and a ghost face covering his face.

This sturdy body came from Dongying, and it was capable of carrying his huge divine soul.

This is a sword saint with a yin heart in Liu Sheng, probably in comparison, it is equivalent to the half-step heavenly list of Middle Earth, but it is a pity that the small people of Dongying Country are widowed, and they are not as beautiful and talented as Middle Earth.

There has never been a monster born there, such as the Heavenly Rank Warrior.

This was already the best container he could find.

But it doesn't matter.

Never mind.

Hongchen Jun is an immortal who knows how to delay gratification, and he is very sure that after the battle of Qilu, he will harvest a celestial list container that will make him extremely satisfied in all aspects.

Maybe you can also harvest a fairy famous blade.

"Huh"

He stood in the center of the city, and at his feet was a newly covered earth, and the delicate stone formations that had been transported from Dongying had been buried here, and there was still a little blood in the soil.

It was the most loyal Maori family of 700 samurai, and they cut their stomachs here, using their pure and powerful souls as an introduction to open the seal for the spirit of the Ten Thousand Souls Array.

Around this magic circle, which occupies one-third of the entire city, more than 300 onmyoji wearing high crowns and holding various magic weapons have stood in various positions.

They were reciting the prayers of Dongying, and hundreds of people were singing in unison, elongated, rhythmic voices coming together, very strange, not like they came from the mouth, but as if they were drawn from heaven and earth.

The wind is gusting, and the scalp of the person who blows is numb.

"陰界に足を步み入れた霊,千の風になる,帰ります."

The gloomy voices gathered together, hovering above the spirit array, wrapping around the Red Dust Monarch, he held the knife in his left hand, and spread his right hand, like a standard cross, and the aura on this immortal's body was stimulated as the cloak flew behind him.

He was like being held by the wind, and little by little he floated into the air.

The aura of the Immortal Monarch infiltrated the spirit array below, and was buried in the stones under the earth, and those quaint runes were lit up one after another, like a switch activated.

The spirits of seven hundred samurai who committed suicide attached themselves to it, and in the aura, they turned into illusory entities and raised their heads and howled.

"Boom"

A muffled thunder erupted from the sky, and the original clear sky was like a dripping of malicious ink, and gloomy black clouds burst out from all directions, converging towards the center, and in less than three breaths, the entire sky was completely covered by darkness.

Pale thunder and lightning rolled through the clouds, like snakes through a mire.

The gloomy wind is also blowing on the land of a flat river, and the sky and the earth are changing, causing the entire battlefield to be quiet at this moment.

Even those hundred battle beasts who were immersed in the battle raised their heads from the sea of blood in a daze.

They saw a figure rising from the center of the city.

The black-armored warrior in the cloak, he was suspended in mid-air, his arms outstretched, and under the ghostly face, those eyes were looking at the soldiers of the hundred battles fighting in the city.

The rising bloody aura was like jars, filled with brewed old wine.

The aroma is tangy.

"Welcome home, everyone."

Hongchen Jun's voice with a smile, at this moment, spread throughout the entire ruined city, and as the words fell, the hundred battle soldiers who felt that their whole bodies were full of strength, like a wheat field cut by a sickle, fell down in unison.

The war is out of control.

There was a kind of power pulling the power in their bodies, going to the center of the city, the pain, like being thrown into a millstone, crushing the flesh little by little, and squeezing the pain of war.

These warriors who were as brave as beasts fell to the ground, twitching endlessly, and blood-red battle qi poured out from their nostrils, ears, mouths, and eyes, turning into blood-colored breath, pulling out thousands of crimson air currents in the ruined city.

It's like a cobweb.

At each node, a strong battle qi was pulled, merging into the ground under the feet of the Red Dust Monarch, completely turning it into a red blood soil.

Refining.

Rapid refining, this is not the inferior thing that was temporarily arranged in Taihang Mountain, the real immortal formation, once it is operated, it will filter the mottled battle qi in an instant and transform it into pure aura.

"Ahh

Hongchenjun made an eerie sound like the climax of male and female intercourse.

His whole body was trembling.

It's not painful, it's refreshing.

It's like a sponge that has been shriveled for a thousand years, and finally thrown into the familiar sea water at this moment, absorbing and devouring as much as you like, like a greedy glutton, no matter how much you eat.

Hungry.

An insatiable hunger surged from every part of his body, howling for him to devour more.

And more!

"Not enough! Not enough! Too little! ”

The Red Dust Monarch raised his head to the sky and roared, his arms grabbed to the sky, and the Ten Thousand Souls Array under his feet was completely stimulated, and several thunderbolts of light descended from the sky, hitting the demon who was absorbing the living beings.

was crushed by Hongchenjun with a knife.

In the thunder, he looked up and laughed wildly.

"The way of heaven is dead, just rely on your side to destroy the heavens, and you also want to kill this monarch?"

"The spiritual realm has descended, and the immortals have returned! Rise, kill! ”

"Boom"

The crimson storm unfolded in an instant, and in Zhao Lian's trembling gaze, wherever the storm went, the annihilation of the Hundred Battle Army was silent, and the seventy thousand troops, less than ten breaths, were sacrificed to demons.

Zhao Lian's hands and feet were cold, and his breathing was stagnant at this moment.

He knows.

Finished.

It's all over.