"Taishi, there is no ambush ahead!"

"Probe!"

Two brave young generals stepped forward to tell the people, named Ji Li and Yu Qing, both of whom were disciples of Wen Zhong and members of the fourth generation of the sect.

In the army, they are all commensurate with their official positions, and they also act as the vanguard this time to explore the reality of the enemy's army.

When he got the slaves into an army, there were 200,000, and under the huge number of enemy troops, even Wen Zhong had some squeezers.

It's not about fear of failure, it's about preventing a crushing victory.

For the sake of freedom, no matter how demoralized the slaves were, they could not compare with the formally trained soldiers, but due to the huge disparity in numbers between the two sides, it was possible to inflict huge casualties on the merchant army if they really had to fight head-on.

If the central 30,000 army commanded by Wen Zhong is really buried in the attrition with Beihai, then Donglu Cola blossoms.

In the same way, Donglu could not accept the defeat of both sides, and held on to the city, waiting for the arrival of the counterinsurgency army, hoping that they would charge into battle first.

Both sides are avoiding short-range encounters with the rebels, and they are eager for the other party to take the lead, this ingenious game is the difficulty of this battle, and it is also the reason why Wen Zhong is willing to be ordered to quell the rebellion.

It's just that Wen Zhong was surprised that in the next few days, he didn't detect any enemy situation.

Getting closer and closer to Donglu, he sent a group of scouts to patrol around, but he never found the whereabouts of the rebels.

Seeing that the marching speed was getting slower and slower, Shen Gongbao didn't understand: "Isn't it in line with our army's wishes if we don't take the lead in fighting the rebels?" ”

Jiang Ziya said: "Beihai Yuan Futong is a person who knows the soldiers, there are 200,000 troops, and it is reasonable to divide the troops to hinder the reinforcements. ”

Shen Gongbao said: "Maybe Yuan Futong gave up stopping our side, is he going to conquer Donglu in one go?" ”

Jiang Ziya shook his head slightly: "It's not quite right......"

"Report! There's an enemy ahead! ”

At this moment, the sound of shouting finally came, Wen Zhong immediately changed his formation, his forehead opened his eyes, and when he looked forward, he saw that on the plain in the distance, three thousand strange soldiers had already formed a formation, waiting silently.

Each soldier was tall and slender, with bronze skin and a bare upper body, bulging muscles, in a graceful line, like a carved work, full of strength and verve.

The fly in the ointment is that these soldiers have no facial features, and their faces are bare, which is very terrifying.

Obviously, they are not human beings at all, nor are they normal beings, but humanoid warriors whose spirits have converged into a mass and have been tempered countless times.

"Witch Guard?"

"Yuan Futong's real reliance is Jiuyi, which has been closed in the mountains!"

Wen Zhong's face sank, and Jiang Ziya also exclaimed.

No one thought that Jiuyi, who was already almost guaranteed to withdraw from the stage of history, would actually go out this time to help the Beihai princes who had friction before.

The one who was dispatched was still the witch god guard in the ancestral court of the 100,000 mountains, and the last hole card left by Chiyou to the tribe.

On the hill behind, the high priest of Jiuyi sat on the ground, with sharp Changge inserted around him, surrounded by a military formation.

He is a reincarnation god and demon, the Night King!

It is difficult for a normal high priest of Jiuyi to make such a decision, and use Jiuyi's last hole card in the civil strife to promote the Great Shang, but the Night King obviously will not lack courage.

After cooperating with Wei Ziqi and forcing Jiuyi to close the mountain, he did not stop there, but always paid attention to the external situation, and then made a move at the most appropriate time.

The Night King didn't know exactly what Yueguan was doing there, but he asked for instructions, and Yueguan agreed.

Only when the situation is chaotic can there be room for reincarnation, and this is the purpose of the divine descent plan.

"Bing!"

At this time, with the Night King's order, the three thousand witch guards suddenly raised their heads, and a stream of masculine blood rose to the sky, forming the shape of a demon god in mid-air, and his hands slashed forward.

Call!

A sharp light appeared above the sky, as if a meteor passed through the sky, and the scorching sun pierced through the clouds, slashing towards the army led by Wen Zhong.

Fierce and sharp, cut everything!

It's like the resurrection of the soldier master, and the magic power is slashed!

"Royal!"

Wen Zhong's reaction was also extremely fast, and with a slap of Mo Qilin's buttocks, the double whips soared like dragons, hovering and flying out, straight up.

In order to gain time, among the 30,000 troops in the rear, thousands of chariots roared out, turned into horses and crossed the sky, and rushed straight over.

The horse practiced first pursuing speed, spanning the sky like the Milky Way, and then divided into five ways, faintly turning into a huge palm.

The palm of the hand is delicate, outlining the vast earth, countless creatures are cultivating and multiplying on it, the palm is open, and the five fingers hang down, more like five mountains standing on the top of the sky, falling violently, blocking and suppressing the Quartet!

This is Wen Zhong's Taoism echoing Wuyue, combined with the changes of the earth spirit in the army array, attacking and defending, 30,000 long-term warriors attacked, setting off the mighty military might, like the tide of the sea, the angry waves crashing on the shore, surging towards the witch god soldiers!

Bang!

When the two touched, the originally brilliant brilliance instantly became fierce and dazzling, as if hundreds of millions of sharp golden strings shot out, shuttling and intertwining in the void.

That's Chiyou's power as a soldier.

Fortunately, Jiuyi has reached the point where it is still surviving, and it is no longer the Jiuli Hundred Clans that used to compete with Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor in the Central Plains.

"Today, the old man has completely wiped out Jiuyi, and this disaster will never be extinguished!"

Wen Zhong's eyes were all in unison, majestic and majestic, wielding double whips, blasting one after another witch god guards into the sky of flesh and blood, and then scattered into ashes, as if he had the idea of killing.

"It's worthy of Wen Zhong, it seems that it is impossible to eliminate you, so let's change it!"

The Night King was not distressed at all, anyway, it was not refined by him, and with a backhand move, the remaining witch god soldiers retreated like lightning, began to widen the distance, and put on a posture of bending the bow and arrows, using the big tendons as the bowstring and the qi and blood as the arrows, and began to aim at the chariots of the merchant army one by one.

Whoosh!

As soon as this tactic changed, it immediately caused great trouble to the merchant army, and the corpses of the war horses began to fall, and one chariot after another crashed.

The chariot is the earliest mounted unit, dragged by horses, and more than a dozen soldiers can stand on the chariot behind, and if necessary, they can take off and fly into the void.

Emperor Dou cried when he saw it, the horse could actually fly, it was terrifying!

Not now, I was sniped by the witch god guard one by one.

They kill horses, Wen Zhong's male and female whips kill them, and the two sides exchange each other, and the crowd is like a wave, surging, and hitting the waves of blood.

But it seems that the last one to suffer is still the big merchant army, the speed is getting slower and slower, for fear of being out of touch with the big army, Mo Qilin braked sharply and finally stopped.

Wen Zhong had to change his tactics and let the chariot spin around and slowly push forward.

"Let's spend it slowly!"

The Night King smiled.

This tactic was to delay the pace of reinforcements from the Shang Dynasty at the cost of the continuous demise of the Wu Shenwei.

Replaced by an ordinary army, in the face of such a mortal order, the morale would have been weakened long ago, and it would collapse at the first touch.

But the witch god soldiers are not living beings, and there will be no possibility of fear, so the next journey to Donglu can drag on for ten days and half a month.

Indeed, for the next few days, Wen Zhong's army was entangled with the Wu Shenwei, marching so slowly that it had only advanced a hundred miles.

During this period, Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao also put forward a lot of strategies, but the Night King didn't care about Jiuyi's future, no matter what strategy the other party used, it would not change, so they were helpless.

"It seems that only by killing all the witch guards can you get out!"

Wen Zhong calmed down and accompanied the other party.

It is not a loss to be able to kill all the last reliance of Jiuyi, I hope Donglu can hold on to the army of 200,000 slaves!

After another ten days, with only the last five hundred left, the Night King began to aim for the grain and grass.

Seeing that under Jiuyi's final counterattack, Wen Zhong's army was also going through a test, and in mid-air, a wind suddenly sounded that tore the sky and the earth.

Wen Zhong and the Night King looked up at the same time, and when they looked over, they saw a fire dragon flying down with its teeth and claws.

Bang!

The sky seemed to be set ablaze, and wherever the dragon passed, everything was burned to the ground, and even the air was burned away.

Everything is boiling! Everything is burning! Everything is in ashes!

Wu Shenwei disappeared in an instant, and the space he was in was red and distorted, like a wooden house on fire, directly ashes!

"Charge!"

Wen Zhong shouted without hesitation, and the ink qilin stepped on all four hooves, slamming into the air, and the formation of the Wu Shenwei was like an embankment broken under the storm, directly falling apart.

And the fire dragon that swooped down actually dispersed, turning into three thousand Taoist soldiers, stepping on the broken limbs and broken arms, like a rolling wave, a puddle of blood.

The two armies flanked back and forth, unstoppable, and directly killed the last witch god Weige on the spot.

"Senior Sister Fire Spirit's Fire Dragon Soldier, when did it become so strong?"

Wen Zhong watched as a fairy wearing a golden crown slowly fell in the wind and fire that covered the sky and the sun, revealing a thick look of surprise.

Because the person who came was the disciple of the Duobao Dao people, the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, who trained three thousand fire dragon soldiers who could control the samadhi fire, and was second to none among the three generations of sectarians.

Wen Zhong thought to himself that he was not the opponent of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, but the fire dragon soldiers of the other party should not be so powerful, and at this time, the eyes of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit looked unprecedentedly unfamiliar.

Shen Gongbao in the rear suddenly said: "The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit is not quite right, it seems that Wen Zhong has murderous intent!" ”

Jiang Ziya was stunned: "They are all subordinates of the sect, how can they kill each other together?" ”

They couldn't have imagined that the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit had already been replaced, and she had also been detected in the previous battle between Chaoge and the Quasi-Ti Daoists.

In the face of the Mixed Yuan Daluo Jin Immortal, in order not to expose his biggest secret, the four gods descended to the gods and demons and chose the second-level secret.

They deliberately revealed the fate of the Romance of the Gods.

After seeing this, the Tongtian Sect Master was so angry that he almost reopened the earth, water, wind and fire.

In the original plot, the sect was pitted too badly, not just the god on the god list.

After all, there are 10,000 immortals in the sect, only a lot more, there are only 365 gods in the god list, there are three generations of disciples on the list, and there are many generals and courtiers on the list.

As a result, many disciples did not make the list, but when they were led by Zhun Ti to break through the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, they directly robbed it, packed it all away in a Qiankun bag, and took it to the West.

In addition, the four swords of Zhuxian were taken away by the four golden immortals of the Sect of Interpretation, so that there was only one cow and one disciple left by the side of the Sect Master of Tongtian, and he became the commander of the light pole.

Foreseeing the fate of this heavenly machine before it changed, the Tongtian Sect Master's hatred for the Interpretation Sect and the Western Sect can be imagined, and for the Great Shang and even Wen Zhong, the Taishi, he also became disgusted, if Shen Gongbao dared to appear, then the Zhuxian Sword was directly beckoned.

However, if the opportunity has changed today, the god list is blank, and anyone in the three sects may be on the list, with the lessons of the past, the thinking of the Tongtian Sect Master has also become flexible, and the four séances who have been guided by fate are used as the first batch of chess pieces.

Attack, tool man!

"Withdraw!"

As soon as the fire dragon soldiers made a move, the Night King quickly found out that the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit was a comrade, but the situation was not quite right, he did not dare to recognize each other, and immediately ran away.

The next moment, a hybrid hammer fell fiercely, leveling the mountain he was on, and then tracking it all the way.

"This guy must have been exposed, and was in turn used by the plot characters?"

The Night King was chased after him, and it was difficult to get rid of it for a while.

After all, the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit has been exposed, and he can use the power of gods and demons to bless the magic weapon and improve his combat power, but he can't.

The Night King is also a decisive person, so he simply gave up the skin of the high priest, used the star stripe, and contacted Yueguan.

In the state of divine descent, the reincarnation wants to use various permissions, which will increase the possibility of exposure, but now that he doesn't even want the identity of the skin, the Night King has no scruples.

In Chaoge City, Huang Shang frowned and received a transmission.

He was not surprised at all that Teng Ling's group of people were arrested.

The undercover agents are still thinking about infighting, who will be finished if they are not finished?

It's just that the change of the Tongtian Sect Master makes him not surprised.

The banners of the two religions in the original plot are too clear, after all, many disciples of the sect are serving in the Shang Dynasty, and it is normal to help the big merchants, and the exposition of the teachings has insight into the opportunity, and the son fell early, invested in Xiqi, and finally won a big victory.

It's just that this situation is not conducive to operation, and only this kind of situation where you have me, I have you, can it be better.

For example, those arrogant golden immortals pinched their noses to help the king, intercepted the people with hair and horns, and the people who gave birth to eggs and turned into wet eggs, and helped Xiqi......

Huang Shang overlooked the overall situation from multiple angles, and his eyes were no longer limited to the land of Donglu, and then moved eastward, snapping his fingers a little.

A glimmer of light flew from Chaoge, and soon a brief hint appeared in the Night King's mind that it was the next target.

"Tokai?"

……

"Kill !!"

"Hold!! Hold!! ”

Just when Wen Zhong's army was dragged by the Jiuyi Witch Divine Guard for half a month, the land of Donglu, which was full of blood and fire, was full of boiling murderous aura.

Attack is like a frenzied wave, and defend like a dam blocking the sea.

On the attacking side, it was naturally Yuan Futong, a prince of Beihai who had an army of 200,000 under his command, and the interesting thing is that after this period of attack, the Beihai army fought more and more.

Because from all sides, defecting slaves joined.

Steady stream.

Some of these slaves are fighting for tomorrow, and some are pure hatred and resistance, anyway, just kill those blood-sucking nobles!

As for the princes, they also want to take care of it, but the little princes really don't have that ability.

After all, the eight hundred princes in the world have been cut too scattered, and many princes actually do not have strong control over the slaves under their command.

With this support, the Beihai army launched the most ferocious attack, and even if the defense of Donglu was as strong as a dam, each round of the offensive could always cut off part of the dam.

Flesh and blood collided with flesh, and the sword light reflected the sword light, and when the hand-to-hand combat in the most fierce and high-spirited way, the casualties spread instantly.

Under the belief and infection of unity, slaves are not afraid of death, they are only afraid of their children being slaves on their behalf, but the enemy is afraid of death!

"Can't hold it! Abandon the city! Abandon the city! ”

"Let the general go first! Let the general go first! ”

As a result, the dam finally could not be supported, and the generals defending the city wailed in fear and wanted to abandon the city and flee secretly, but were completely overwhelmed by the slaves.

"In the land of Donglu, I have most of it, Jiang Huan Chu, I want you to regret the oppression of my Beihai!"

Yuan Futong sat on the spotted leopard, stroking his beard and smiling, extremely proud.

This is already the seventh city captured by Beihai in half a month.

In this era, it was dominated by villages, and Donglu was the first vassal state, and there were only twelve cities in the entire country, and now most of them have been captured.

Of course, with the most important Donglu City in hand, Jiang Huan Chu is still Dongbohou.

When he found that Yuan Futong was unstoppable and Wang Shi was delayed, he had already gathered his forces and was ready to do a decisive battle in Donglu City.

It's just that today's Donglu City is not peaceful.

"All the slaves who burned the grain have been executed, and the leader is beheaded for the public, but the grain and grass are insufficient, and only one month is left!"

"Report! The morale of the defenders was low, and General Fei asked Hou Ye to go on patrol! ”

Above the city tower, Jiang Huan Chu frowned.

I still remember that two years ago, Wei Ziqi and King Wucheng came to crusade against Jiuyi, and he only provided military rations for one month on the grounds that the grain and grass were burned and the supply was insufficient.

In the city of Donglu, the slaves also rebelled, but what they did was not to stupidly contend with the heavily armed soldiers, but to burn the grain and grass with a fire.

There may be a plan behind this, or someone else taught, otherwise those slaves would not be so clever to deal with the garrison of Donglu City to the greatest extent, and then spread rumors.

As a result, the heavenly army did not arrive for a long time, the food and grass in the city were insufficient, and the enemy did not arrive, and the morale of the whole army became very low.

Jiang Huanchu has absolute prestige in Donglu, and his impassioned speeches in the past have always boosted morale, but this time it didn't work, he was both angry and fearful.

Could it be that Donglu, which has been inherited for hundreds of years, will really be dilapidated when it is passed into the hands of his generation?

At this moment, the calm voice of the little marquis Jiang Wenhuan came from behind him: "Father, why don't we follow the example of Beihai and liberate these slaves, first transfer them into the army, give them military and civilian status, make war achievements, and then turn into civilians, so that the land of Donglu will become the first truly reformed vassal state!" ”