"Whoa, whoa"

The gloomy thunder echoed in the night on the coast of the Dongyingkou generation.

These days are not the season of the monsoon, and there should not be such huge winds and waves on the sea, and in a few days, this natural disaster scene like the arrival of a typhoon has been created.

The surrounding fishermen are rumored that this is because the southern court does not cultivate good fortune and is good at starting wars, which provokes the anger of the Sea Dragon King, so it attracts such natural disasters.

There was a storm, there was no fishing, and when everyone got together, there would always be this kind of gossip for no reason.

But no one dared to speak out.

The reason is very simple, the sailors of the southern country stopped in the harbor near Dongyingkou at this time.

The front suffered a defeat, did not defeat Yanjing, and attracted a counterattack from the north, and the southern Korean army retreated all the way to Qilu, and a series of bad news made the military masters unhappy.

This will spread these nonsense news again, and it will be branded as a "gossip to confuse the public", and everyone who eats will not need it.

But fear is fear, but every man has a rod and a scale in his heart.

Especially the land of Qilu.

The war disaster here has lasted for almost 30 years, not to mention the happiness of the people, everyone can't even live happily in this bad year, and there are beggars fleeing the famine everywhere.

Go to the Central Plains, go to the south of the Yangtze River, and some hearts are horizontal, so they simply go along the Shanhaiguan Pass to Liaodong.

Although it is bitter and cold over there, it is at least the hinterland of the northern country, where the troops are raised, the situation is more stable than that of the Central Plains in the south of the Yangtze River, and if you have the strength, you can always survive.

However, in the past few years, the situation in the land of Qilu has improved.

Since the death of the village, there is Weihou here, there are almost no major military disasters, and there is an army of bandits, exterminating bandits and bullies everywhere, and everywhere they go, the law and order are much better.

And no one is panicking, and those abandoned villages have gradually gained some popularity.

It's a pity that such a peaceful day has not even been for three years.

Some time ago, Weihou raised troops to attack Yanjing again, and the strong men were withdrawn from all over the country, so that the land of Qilu, which had just recovered a little vitality, once again fell into the chaos of the military disaster.

People's hearts are becoming more and more volatile.

Some people are already saying that if the northern kingdom comes over this time, they will simply surrender to the northern kingdom, and this southern kingdom is really all kinds of moths, and the whole group will not survive.

But there are also some older people who occasionally talk about the coming of the Great Chu Dynasty.

Even though it was almost 30 years ago, everyone is still willing to listen, not to listen to the twists and turns in those stories, but to hear from the mouths of the older generations, those who have never seen before, a safe and stable world.

It is said that during the Great Chu Dynasty, although there were also emperors messing around, at least there was no turmoil in the whole world, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the peace of the country and the people.

It's a pity that the good years are long gone.

"Bang"

The door of the room where the fishermen had gathered to chat was suddenly pushed open, and a soldier in a robe, howling and rushing into the house, shouting and shouting for the fishermen to get the boats out.

He said that he was going to transport troops to the port, and he also said that there was an enemy invasion.

A group of people looked at each other, wondering if this military master had drunk too much and was talking nonsense.

Just the celestial phenomena outside the door where the wind is howling and the waves are surging, let alone going to the open sea, it is an adventurous boat, as long as you leave the small port, you will be immediately overturned by the wind and waves.

Besides, in such weather, which foreign enemy can sail across the angry sea and come to attack?

"Let's go!"

The military man took out his waist knife and waved it a few times, and the fishermen had no choice but to be driven out of this room, but they were all grinding, these military masters were crazy, they didn't want to die, they still wanted to die.

"Boom"

A loud noise, mingled with the howl of the wind, reached the small dock.

When everyone turned around, they saw a ball of fire, rising on the distant sea, as if something had been ignited, and on the surface of the black hole, it was like a light lit.

Illuminated the place.

Military port!

It's the military port that is on fire!

The fire was extremely fast, and it was unbelievably fast, and in the midst of this storm, the flames unusually lit up extremely high, like flames rushing into the sky, burning bigger and bigger, dispelling the darkness of the entire sea.

In the next moment, the fishermen were stunned.

Fleet.

A whole black, black-flagged fleet, with thirty or forty ships of three masts, floated on the surface of the sea as if they were endless.

But it's all secondary.

The real horror was that everywhere the fleet went, the tumbling sea of rage would become docile in an instant, the wind would weaken, and the torrential rain would seem to have stopped.

In the entire black hole of heaven and earth, only the silent, weird, like a storm, fast towards the coastline was left.

The flag hung on it, no one could recognize it.

It's just that by the light of the burning fire in the military port, with good eyes, you can see that there are three orange dots and a horizontal text on the banner.

What a quirky flag.

Everyone was stunned by the strange scene in front of them, and they didn't know what to do, even the military man who was still shouting to drive everyone away just now was at a loss.

The military port has already been set on fire, and if you go there again, you can only die in vain.

However, when the southern sailors saw that the sea had calmed down and the ships that had not been ignited, they were about to rush out of the harbor, but they were blocked outside the harbor by the huge fleet, which divided several warships.

The light of the fire rose from the deck, reminiscent of a large crossbow machine, but there were no arrows.

It's the flame.

Strange flames burst out of the darkness like angry dragons, hovering in the air, and landed on the ships of the Southern Naval Division, and in a short time, several warships that rushed out of the harbor were also ignited.

Countless soldiers jumped into the icy waters, trying to escape.

But as soon as they showed their heads, they would be killed by the keto-clad samurai on the small boats around the battleship, with their bows in their hands.

Wild laughter, screams, and the sound of burning and popping mingled in the night, like the roar of a monster, and it was heard far and wide.

"Run!"

A clever fisherman, when he saw some small boats approaching this way, shouted and turned and ran out.

Others followed suit.

The soldier was about to stop it, but he glanced at the burning wharf in the distance, and he took off his shirt and military uniform with his knife, threw it aside, and ran out into the dark night of his return.

No one tried to stop it.

It's all the same chaotic scene, but where can they go?

The fastest boat, after a dozen breaths, came to the shore, and the people on the boat jumped down, moved their bodies, and unsheathed their swords in their hands, pointing forward.

A bolt of lightning lit up at this moment, streaked across the sky, illuminating his figure.

Beneath the ghostly face of the samurai, who was dotted with antlers and had two small flags behind him, there was a cold voice.

"Kill!"

The ashigaru howled like unleashed beasts, grabbing their blades and pounced forward.

There are enough of them, panicked, cowards waiting to be hunted, and there are enough of them, the carnival smell of blood, and that's what they love to do.

Throw the power of violence on the heads of those who cannot resist.

These people and ghosts from outside the territory are just the first part of the landing.

There are many more behind, and there are thousands of troops and horses waiting, like a giant beast that has been hungry for a long time, to open up and feast.

The gloomy clouds have covered the earth, casting darkness over the ground like ink dripping into a basin of water, polluting all purity.

They come from hell.

They want to turn the land in front of them into a hell like their hometown.

To inflict the despair they have experienced on the rivers and mountains in front of them, to exterminate the slaughter they have done...

Do it again!

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"Bang"

Wei Hou's hand slammed on the table.

The various war reports on the table, as well as the pen and ink, were scattered everywhere, and the atmosphere was frozen to the extreme in the military tent near the plain, which was guarded by eighty or ninety thousand troops.

The generals in the tent were all gloomy.

The bad news arrived this morning.

Two days ago, there was a large group of Japanese people in Dongyingkou, taking advantage of the storm night to land, nearly 10,000 people in the southern navy, wiped out overnight, those Japanese people advanced very fast, just two days, Bingfeng has arrived at Zibo City.

Towns and cities along the way were slaughtered in two days.

Not only Zibo, but also near Weifang has fallen, but Weifang is still holding on to the city.

According to the current situation, if the army does not move, in five days at most, the Japanese soldiers will break through to the front line of Jinan Prefecture.

In the current situation of the confrontation between the southern army and the northern army on the Qilu border, this sudden incident is like a vicious sharp knife, stabbing into the henchmen of the southern country from behind.

If Zhao Lian does not return to the army to save him, the entire northern Lubei region will be at risk of falling.

"Galloping more than 200 miles in two days, and capturing eighteen large and small cities along the way! Those XX widows, could it be that they are all invulnerable, and the divine soldiers can't descend from the sky? ”

Zhao Lian is angry.

Since the siege of Yanjing, Weihou's health has not been good, which will be angry, making the old man's face blue and white, and several henchmen hurriedly stepped forward and helped Weihou to sit on the chair.

Another general stepped forward and said,

"Master Hou, it's not to blame the rear for not paying attention, it's really those widows who are very weird, according to the captain who escaped, he saw with his own eyes that those widows have the ability to resist ghosts!

In broad daylight, the Yin soldiers were driven into the city and slaughtered the defenders, and there were some alien warriors who could sneak into the city quietly and cut off the heads of the county orders or guards.

The soldiers are all ordinary people, how can they resist such weirdness? ”

"Oni?"

Zhao Lian took a few breaths to calm his mind.

He scolded:

"Now that the world is really dancing with demons, Zhang Chu'er's demon soldiers are already difficult enough, and now there is a group of widows who can resist ghosts?

Reiki has been absent for more than a thousand years! Where did they come from? ”

"Uh, Master Hou."

The highest-ranking lieutenant pulled the corners of his mouth, and he lowered his voice and said:

"The national teacher over there in Lin'an is also the imperial envoy of the immortal law, many people have seen it with their own eyes, now is not the time to say this, everyone comes over, or asks Hou Ye to take an idea.

There are millions of people in the rear, and they can't help but save them.

But if I retreat, the dog thieves of the Northern Dynasty will definitely chase and kill. ”

"Wait here!"

Wei Hou pondered for a moment, and then he said:

"The old man will hand over the elite of the border army to you and other commanders, I will bring the Hundred Battles Army to the rear, the bandit army on the side of Shifeng has already advanced from Heze to Weifang, and they will block the Japanese soldiers first.

According to the spy, there are only more than 20,000 people who have landed on the wall, and the old man cooperates with Shifeng to press on them with 70,000 troops from a hundred battles, even if they really have the art of resisting ghosts, they can break it in one battle.

You just have to stick to it.

At most half a month, the old man will return to the army to support. ”

This remark, in a clear manner, is the words of the soldiers, and the generals in the tent have bowed their heads, and in recent days, they have been in the Central Plains, confronting the northern army.

This attack on Yanjing is no longer possible, the northern army has recovered the Changshan military city, and laid defenses there, and the demon soldiers in the plains have also been gathered.

Judging from the experience of the military formation, the young national division of the Northern Dynasty, who was in charge of the military, had plans to retire.

On the side of the Southern Army, there were also plans to withdraw troops one after another.

At the moment, the timing of this Japanese attack is extremely ingenious. It just happened to give the Southern Army a name for withdrawing troops, but this could not be said, especially in front of Weihou.

The failure of the strategy of Yanjing has become a thorn in Weihou's heart, and when he retired from the army that day, Weihou vomited blood and fell into a coma, and he was almost not saved.

If the old thing is brought up again, it may make the prestige of Weihou, who has a great reputation in the army, regain his illness.

"You can go and get ready."

What the subordinates were thinking in their hearts, Zhao Lian knew very well.

But he would indeed be emaciated, and he didn't want to say anything more, the best opportunity had been lost, and the hope of destroying the northern kingdom was getting slimmer and slimmer.

He is a soldier, and although he is disappointed and lonely, he knows very well what to do next.

Just as in the past ten years, in this land of Qilu, the defense line was rebuilt to prevent the surprise attack of the Northern Army, and the two countries were once again turned into a situation of confrontation and attrition.

It's hard to settle.

Wei Hou expelled the people from the tent, and leaned back in his chair, his heart gloomy, causing him to cough in pain a few more times.

He had an understanding in his heart.

This failure completely dissipated his last heart, and he was afraid that he would not be able to live for a few years, and now in this situation, he could only rush to Lin'an to Su Qing Dynasty, and then relay the strategy to Ming'er.

I hope that the curtain of heaven will let this stormy southern country continue to persevere.

"Report!"

Just as Weihou wanted to rest, one of his soldiers strode into the tent, holding a letter stained with bird feathers.

He handed the letter to Wei Hou, who glanced at the payment and his face became strange.

Zhao Lian said to the soldier:

"Who sent this letter?"

"A young man who claims to be the messenger of the Northern Teacher."

The soldier pointed to the outside of the tent and respectfully reported:

"He said that he was worried about his life, and he was the national teacher of Zhang Chu, and invited Weihou to go to talk about it, and said that this meeting was related to the Japanese people who landed in Qilu."

"Hmm."

Zhao Lian nodded.

He opened the envelope, pulled out the letter paper, looked at it, and after a few breaths, he frowned, and said:

"Promise that when our army retreats, the Northern Army will not pursue? Is there something wrong with this Zhang Chu's brain? What the hell! ”

"Go and invite the messenger in, the old man has something to ask him."