On the vast land, migratory birds flutter their wings and hover into the sky, and the green peaks in the distance loom in the clouds.

Migratory birds swooped down from the sky, gliding halfway to the distance, suddenly turning their bodies and soaring, their obsidian-clear pupils reflecting clusters of black shadows.

As far as the eye can see, it is a huge and majestic city, and the city walls stretch for dozens of miles as far as the eye can see, and there is no end in sight. Countless figures walked back and forth on the head of the city wall several feet high, and the golden imperial flag floated with the cool breeze from above, and wolf smoke rose everywhere, surging into the azure sky, bringing a gloomy breath.

On the city wall, the generals of the new army with swords at their waists commanded the forbidden army to carry swords, guns and arrows back and forth, bundles and clusters of weapons were neatly stacked at the various city gate towers, the sky was a little dark, dark clouds covered the sun, and it was about to rain a sign.

The imperial capital of Chang'an, which stands majestically for a hundred years, covers thousands of miles of pavilions and gatehouses, people's residences, neatly planned, scattered in various places, migratory birds fly over Chang'an City, overlooking the entire imperial city, as if it has been neatly divided by people with knives and axes, the streets are vertical and horizontal, the markets are safe, and they are spliced together by leveling squares.

The atmosphere at the castle tower naturally affected the people in the city, and the noisy and noisy market became deserted today, and all the people took refuge in their own houses, and the streets were patrolled by horses with knives from time to time, and the sound of horses' hooves shook the ground, adding to the tense atmosphere.

On the tower of the city gate, Ma Jinliang, the general of the new army in red robe and silver armor, stood with a pear blossom tassel gun in his hand, the armor pieces on the silver battle suit swayed and fell, and the stitches sewn the entire armor like a silver mirror, even in this weather, it can still shine a snow-white light, standing in the midst of the army, every soldier can clearly see the location of their main general, so the original little lack of confidence in the battle spirit is much higher.

A drop of water snapped down on the silver armor, and the drop burst out on the smooth armor, and later, two or three drops......

Ma Jinliang raised his head slightly, fine raindrops fell on his face, flowing down the black stubble into his mouth, he smashed the corners of his mouth, wiped the wetness in the corners of his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "This kind of weather...... The First Army shouldn't attack again, right? ”

He didn't know whether he was asking or stating with this sentence, and the general behind him looked at Ma Jinliang's tall figure, straight and strong, as if this poplar-like body contained infinite strength.

Through the dense rain curtain, Ma Jinliang raised his gaze to the distance of Chang'an City, looking at the hazy land from afar, the finger holding the gun trembled slightly, and in that direction, a huge black shadow gradually moved over.

……......

"Pull me up the catapult, load it with stone bullets, and put it on the oil!"

Luan Zhenghao, the general of the First Army, raised the octagonal mixed copper stick in his hand and issued orders in an orderly manner.

With the issuance of the order, the soldiers in red clothes and wooden armor of the first army pulled the skeleton of the catapult hard, and the huge catapult fell down, and then the human bones rolled up one by one stone, and the soldiers next to them quickly handed over a bucket of fire oil to pour it, and the stones were poured with fire oil, like hot rice balls with sugar rings, boiling up and down with white smoke.

The axles creaked and turned, and the four wheels of the catapult sank deep into the earth, and as the body sank, the thick hemp rope tied to the other end of the catapult was tightened by the soldiers, ready to go.

The ballista was also pushed up from the rear by another group of soldiers, and the crossbow arrows with the thickness of more than two meters long bamboo poles were carried up by the soldiers, one by one embedded in the ballista machine, the mud and sand on the ground twisted, the rain fell, and with the sound of a bowstring tightening, the nine crossbow arrows on each ballista were aimed high in the direction of the city wall.

In the position of the crowd at the front, Guan Tianyang, another pioneer general of the First Army, held a green dragon broadsword eight feet long, pointed to the towering Chang'an city from afar, and looked at the crowds on the city wall, he shouted in a deep voice: "Array!" ”

Boom Boom Boom –

The military flag quickly transmitted the news on the archway, and later, dozens of military formations arranged outside Chang'an City began to move in an orderly manner, the hazy light rain gradually became heavier, and the crackling raindrops hit the military flag and hit the armor, and there was a low roar.

The army formation moved in an arrangement, and began to gather together, and the soldiers who stretched for more than ten miles formed a long line, and in front of the battle formation were cloud ladders and siege vehicles standing indifferently, and under the black oppressive clouds, there was a more terrifying and dense arrangement of human heads.

Guan Tianyang came to the front with the Qinglong broadsword in his hand and his feet clamped the horse's belly, behind him, there was the sound of war horses neighing one after another, the horseshoe palm was very anxious to step on the gradually wetting ground, and the cavalry on horseback had already drawn their swords.

The vision swept over the square battle array that stretched for ten miles outside the city wall, and at the back of the army, on the handsome platform built by beams, Wang Kuang, the leader of the first army, narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched the Shang Fang sword in his hand, and later, his face was slightly distorted because of excitement.

Because, this is destined to go down in the history books, and he will be one of the most colorful.

In the next second, the war drums beat, and Wang Kuang slowly pulled out his sword-

……......

Rumble Rumble –

Chang'an City, the new dynasty Taimiao, heavy rain like a note.

Feng Baobao was woken up by a violent tremor on the ground, opened his eyes, and there was a futon embroidered with gold silk under him, and then looked forward, there was rain in front of the threshold of the temple into the puddle, and the ripples of the puddle were shaking with the shaking of the ground.

"What is this place?"

Feng Baobao shook his head, stood up from the futon, spread out his palm, and held a wooden sign on it, engraved with a few small words: "Kill Wang Mang, you can live." ”

After a while, the wooden plaque in Feng Baobao's palm gradually dimmed, and finally floated into ashes in front of her.

"Kill Wang Mang? Wang Mang is still alive? What about you? Feng Baobao snorted.

Feng Baobao touched his whole body, there was nothing left, except for this clover, camouflage pants and combat boots, he really had nothing to look at, even the fat man and Xu Zhaohua were not missing, and the temple was very deserted.

Feng Baobao tied his scattered short hair back into a mustache-like ponytail, his face was clear and handsome, and his eyebrows were picturesque.

As soon as he raised his eyes, Feng Baobao saw a plaque hanging in the hall in front of the Taimiao, painted with four golden words, "Protecting the country." ”

Moving down, it is a wooden frame carved from agarwood, there is a weapon quietly hanging on the wooden frame, the weapon is pitch black, the body is in the shape of a stick, the end is not pointed, the bottom has a jade pillar-shaped handle, the four sides are inwardly concave and divided into eight blades, it looks very extraordinary.

Feng Baobao's eyes lit up, he approached the weapon, held it with his hand, and shook it with a hand, it was only about two catties and four feet long, which was exactly a hammer.

"Historical records record that Emperor Han Ai gave Wang Mang a weapon named Kang Long Gong during his lifetime, hoping that Wang Mang could play the faint king and behead the ministers, and was regarded by Wang Mang as a treasure of Shang Fang, if nothing else, it should be it."

Feng Baobao was very excited to hold the Kang Long Gong in his hand, and it was rumored that once this Kang Long Gong turned the iron wrench at the handle, it could detect the cracks of various weapons, and once it collided with the weapon, it would be broken. In the folk is even more rumored to be a god, some people revealed that Kang Long Gong is the descendant of the caster Ou Yezi to take the meteorite from the sky to forge three years of day and night, is the existence of the same artifact.

Feng Baobao likes to collect antiques since he was a child, especially those ancient weapons, and now when he touches the dragon mace, it is naturally like picking up a treasure.

"Who are you, dare to trespass on the Taimiao, come here, take her!"

At this time, outside the Taimiao, the soldiers of the New Dynasty who were patrolling by saw a woman dressed in strange clothes and picked up a heavy weapon to protect the country, and rushed in with guns.

Feng Baobao was startled when he held Kang Longgong, looked at these soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding spears, and muttered, "I'll go...... Auntie, has this crossed over? ”

However, before she could figure it out, a white-robed young general in the lead had already drawn his knife and waved, "Go!" ”

More than ten soldiers who poured into the temple stabbed at Feng Baobao with their guns, the wind was howling, Feng Baobao subconsciously raised a block, and when the spear was knocked a few times, her arm was numb.

"Damn, you're still here."

Feng Baobao scolded in a low voice, and then, with a flick of the ponytail, her thumb pulled the iron wrench on Kang Long's wrench, and with a squeak, she swung her wedge and smashed it into the next wave of guns.

Ping Pong –

Feng Baobao was shocked backwards by the huge force, and the moment his footsteps stopped on the beams, there were a few crisp clicks, and the soldiers' spear heads fell to the ground one after another, and they held wooden sticks in their hands.

"Hey, Kang Longgong really lives up to his reputation, which of you wants to come again?" Feng Baobao is like this, and he has a lot of confidence in the face of the soldiers.

The white-robed young general's eyes were slightly condensed, quite unconvinced, and the knife in his right hand bounced out.