From the thief, even if he abandons the darkness and turns to the light, and identifies the leader of the bandit, it is inevitable that the rabbit will die and the dog will be cooked. This is at this moment, the thoughts of the vast majority of people here, the scattered hearts of the people, a little condensed at this moment.

The mountain bandit soldiers came out with Uncle Zhao Guang, standing under the bright sun, at this time Zunbul had been tied into an X shape, his hands and feet were cut off, only the gluck and legs remained, the blood gushed out, and the wailing did not stop, he saved a large vat like a bathtub, and the blood spurted out fell into the vat, slowly accumulating a dark red.

Obviously, this little eunuch eats a lot of greasy things, his blood is viscous and dull, and his blood lipids may also be high.

Uncle Zhao Guang personally took the stage, prayed for blessings, recited mantras, ran magic skills, and danced like a great god to come to a "impromptu dance", but at this time the sun was shining, the sky was clear and windless, even on the top of the mountain, the banner was not spread, the curtain was low, he tossed for a long time, except for some feudal superstition, there was no achievement.

This guy who wants to be an emperor for twenty years, although he may not be unlearned, but the problem is that he really doesn't know any forbidden spells, he is a thorough warrior, and he doesn't even know a little bit of bloodline secret arts.

Under the Gangfeng civilization, all the methods of using power that are different from the sources of divine power are collectively referred to as witchcraft, and some literati call them magic, magic, these witchcraft, true and false, mixed with fish and dragons, and even some alchemy and pharmaceutical recipes have become witchcraft, and have been learned by witches and gods to cheat money, so there is absolutely no systematic doctrine, and even the magic itself is also mixed and not systematic. Therefore, no matter who you are, learning these witchcraft is like a lottery, you don't know whether what you have learned is true or false, you can only blindly trust that such and such a way is effective, and over time, it will become a superstition that runs through thousands of years of civilization.

Uncle Zhao Guang didn't know that she had used fake witchcraft, but that the witchcraft had worked, and although there was no vision of heaven and earth, it should be successful. He ordered his subordinates to scoop out the jar of blood, put it in a big bowl, and give it to everyone, whether it is a canonized general or a minions guarding the gate of the village, they must drink a bowl, Dou Ze is disloyal to Uncle Zhao Guang.

The big hat was pressed down, and even a certain family with a ghost idea in their hearts could only barely suppress the evil heart, and honestly drank a bowl of human blood.

Although the human blood does not have any witchcraft power to speak of, it is human blood after all, and after eating the same kind, the face will be red and swollen, the internal fire will erupt, and gradually lose their minds, just as the cow will slowly get mad cow disease after eating the powder of the cow's bones, in short, the harsh laws of nature here.

Uncle Zhao Guang saw that his faces were slightly red, and his eyes were a little bloodshot, so he thought that his witchcraft had succeeded, and his subordinates were not afraid of death, invulnerable, and invincible, so he gathered everyone together, and stood on a high platform, facing the bright sunshine, opened his mouth, and was about to deliver an impassioned speech-

Thor's roar like a tyrannosaurus came from a nearby mountain.

Uncle Zhao Guang stood tall and naturally saw far away, he saw the enemy camp behind the outer wall of the stockade, and saw the castle-like Chinese army camp in the middle of the camp, quickly and fiercely spewing fire.

Like the breath of a dragon.

The black ball slashed through the high parabola like lightning and fell into the stockade, although it was just an iron ball, but the wind pressure brought by the fall and the high temperature attached to it still knocked down in an instant.

The iron ball hit the ground, almost bursting apart, and countless sharp ceramic shards shot out like a storm, beating the surrounding mountain bandits everywhere, howling and shaking the sky.

The thunder god rolled in, the fire was extinguished, and the officers and troops of the "puppet dynasty" were as timid as rats as usual, and they did not dare to attack Dazhai, so they could only cower in the camp and not come out.

However, the roar of the cannons was endless.

Uncle Zhao Guang's heart suddenly disappeared. He didn't know if he was pierced through the heart by a cannonball, or if his dream was extinguished by reality. At this time, he only felt an empty pain in his heart, the pain was not intense, but it was more difficult than Ling Chi.

He fell headlong and fell from a high earthen platform, and the unknown grade of divine weapon he was carrying emitted light, gathering the wind to block the sword that suddenly stabbed from the oblique thorn. There were all kinds of meaningless sounds roaring in his ears, or rather, he suddenly lost the ability to distinguish between cannon sounds, screams, panic shouts, commands, flees, and infighting, and only felt that hearing everything was like a group of meaningless syllables. He fell under the earthen platform, curled up, hugged his head tightly, felt that his body had been slashed several times, blocked by the divine soldiers, and then there were countless fierce kicks, simple kicks, and it took him a long time to understand that it was being stepped on and not kicked.

The sun rises from the east, passes by the south, and then goes west, when the sun is westerly, the yang time turns into the yin time, the real king Zhao Guangyi's combat boots, stepped into the first big village of the scorched black land.

Three hundred and fifty shells are nothing on the flat ground, but when fired in this mountain, what is shot out is a silver tael of white flowers, and this silver tael is not only the military merit that is about to be obtained, but also the lives of the strong men under him.

"As soon as the cannon sounded, the gold ten thousand taels, the gold sounded over the enemy chieftain to give the head" Zhao Guangyi hummed softly, under the diligent guidance of Chen Youshi, came to the first big village that had just been defeated, from this moment on, the war against Zhao Guangshu was officially over, and all that remained was to count the spoils, check the identity of the main culprit, release the sea capture documents that slipped through the net, and throw the prisoners to the emperor to vent his anger, that's all. Uncle Zhao Guang has already planned to resign from all positions other than the first-class Shenwei general, resign and join the office, it can also be said that he will return to his hometown, if there is no war in the north, he will not go to the court, and once there is something in the north, with his hanging first-class Shenwei general, he can be appointed as a general at any time, supervise the army, and serve the country.

He thought about it like this, and didn't even listen to a few words of Chen Youshi's generous speech with a little excitement, what Fang Mou said to him, he didn't care: "Everything is done according to the law, the reward that should be rewarded, the punishment that should be punished, don't come to ask this seat for everything, this seat has already agreed with the emperor, don't ...... this military merit at all Uncle Zhao Guang's command level, what is it worth!

"Zhao Guangyi! You despicable villain! Don't think that you can get on the throne by stepping on me! Sooner or later, you will also end up in a field like mine!"

"Smack!" Chen Youshi slapped Uncle Zhao Guang's face swollen: "Shut up!

That slap was like an alarm bell, waking Zhao Guangyi from his contemplation, at this time Chen Youshi kicked Uncle Zhao Guang in the sea, so that this royal nobleman who had the opportunity to win the world took a few more kicks for no reason, Fang Mou Du went to count the battlefield and arrange various post-war matters, Zhao Guangyi seemed to suddenly wake up from his sleep, looked up at the camp that once carried a man's dream of the emperor, and looked at the "enemy" who had an almost direct blood relationship with him.

Only then did he know that what he had worked so hard to fight was nothing more than a ruin, with thousands of bones and creeping ghosts singing, and blood flowing thousands of steps to the ground, and there was no complete thing in this place at this time, except for Uncle Zhao Guang.

The remaining mountain bandits who accompanied Uncle Zhao Guang, none of them escaped, drank human blood, people were a little unconscious, but they were hit by the cannon, and immediately a spirit woke up, and quickly found cover to dodge, and those who were not awake and moved slowly were killed on the spot, and when the forbidden army rushed up with spears, although most of the mountain bandits were unharmed, but the army's heart was long gone.

Those who rose up and resisted were put on spears, like mutton skewers, struggling to die, and those who knelt on the ground and surrendered were tied up and dragged to the Chinese army behind, temporarily surviving, and those who fled to the back were just intercepted by Du Xuan's team, and the ping pong battle was instantaneous, and the prisoners were captured, and there was not much fierce excitement in the whole battle, only unilateral advance and occupation.

At this time, Yinchen didn't know that the gunpowder weapon of the red-coated cannon may not be useful for personal Gangfeng, but it is particularly effective against Gangfeng at the military level, as if some kind of civilized heavenly rule, one thing descends one thing.

Of course, Zhao Guangyi didn't have the ability to move the red-coated cannon to the mountain, because he didn't have that much money, and what he used just now was the Wucheng Yonggu General Cannon, which had a muzzle of just over half the thickness of the red-coated cannon, and the breech was loaded. This cannon is at least a third lighter than the redcoat cannon.

Zhao Guangyi's gaze fell on Uncle Zhao Guang, looking at his tattered robe, wrinkles on his face, and at the white and withered tone of his temples, for a moment, a sense of sorrow at the end of the hero slowly floated up from under his heart, like bitter bile slowly flooding his nostrils, suffocating him, and making him feel the bitter taste like poison in his mouth. "Bring him here. He said in a low voice, Chen Youshi, who was less than ten steps away, didn't hear it, but Zhao Guangyi's herald ran over and said it, and the Chinese army general hurriedly removed his feet from Zhao Guangshu's body.

Uncle Zhao Guang was dragged over by the two forbidden army commanders, as if dragging a bag of noodles, his whole person was trapped like a particularly thick meat dumpling at this time, and the mysterious weapon divine soldiers on his body were also managed to take it down by the forbidden army, and gave it to Chen Youshi, and the divine soldiers all recognized the master, so Chen Youshi couldn't use it at all, he didn't know if such a divine soldier would be sold by the emperor as a handicraft - it was impossible to use it to pad the table legs, and the emperor could not tolerate a table with broken legs.

Uncle Zhao Guangyi and Zhao Guangyi's eyes met in the air, there were no electric sparks, only invisible sword blades coming and going. "It's you!" Uncle Zhao Guang squeezed out two words from between his teeth, let out a cold snort from his nostrils, and then shouted wildly: "Ha! I didn't expect that the puppet emperor of the dynasty still attached great importance to the widow! I actually sent the 'Imperial Military God'! I am glad to congratulate! I want to come to the widow Uncle Zhao Guang, just like that Harlan Xuanqi, makes him jealous! However, he, and you, in fact, can't beat him for a few days! The shame of the widow today will definitely befall you in the future!"

Zhao Guangyi glanced at him lightly, his dark blue eyes were full of indifference and silence, as if he had returned to the early morning when his wife was breathing and holding the demon egg in her arms. He sneered, and his tone was as cold as Dante's deepest part of hell: "Uncle Zhao Guang, today, this seat is as a loser, and I come to see another loser, and this seat doesn't have the heart of 50 steps and 100 steps of laughter. ”

"Loser?!" Uncle Zhao Guang's eyes lit up: "You mean, you ...... that position"

"What this seat means is that guns have been invented for so many years, the phalanx army, sooner or later one day will withdraw from the stage of history, the 80,000 troops of the Fu Ku Buckwheat Sect will attack the territory of this seat, and twenty-two consecutive guns and chariots will be destroyed, but you and I are still tossing some infantry, cavalry, spears, and big shields in this ravine, is it useful?!"

After Zhao Guangyi said this, he waved his hand irritably and said, "That's it, you won't understand it, because you won't think about it, what can you do if you become an emperor?"

"The widow will improve the status of the warrior! Make the country have external defense, internal defense, border stability, and internal stability, and he Zhao Guangling will not be able to do it!" Uncle Zhao Guang's dark green eyes widened suddenly, and a little hope appeared in the depths of his pupils: "The widow heard that you have never been at odds with him......"

Zhao Guangyi waved his hand: "That's it, it's useless to talk too much, in this era, it no longer belongs to you and me, let alone that Harlan Xuanqi, but to you and my child...... By the way, it seems like you don't have children. He stopped, stared at Uncle Zhao Guang's eyes carelessly for a moment, and sneered: "You fool may not understand that when you refused the wife and concubine assigned to you by the emperor and managed to poison more than 30 palace maids, it was the main reason why you are now forced to rebel (referring to the fact that the Spirit Emperor presided over the big wedding for him, hoping to use the chief disciple of the Interpretation Sect to stabilize him and let him do the things of a rich man for the rest of his life)! A generation has passed, and now you are rebelling again, do you really think how many talents in the world can come to you?!"

"But the widow can buy off the Imperial Forest Army, the Internal Affairs Office, and even the people of Ouchi, etc.! It can also connect with other princes! No matter what the widow says, it is another chance!" Uncle Zhao Guang was not to be outdone: "Just say now, if you are willing to command the army......"

"I said that you and I are already lonely in our time, and after I finish your business, I am ready to resign. Zhao Guangyi looked at him, his eyes were very empty: "I just want to tell you today that you will definitely be able to support it until the end of September, because this seat wants to train for the emperor, and I also want to revisit the military situation that I haven't touched for a long time...... However, this seat suddenly felt that everything was unnecessary, and you were of no use, so this seat ended this farce ahead of schedule. You have to go to see the emperor no matter what, and wherever you go, you can complain, you can scold angrily, you can confront the emperor, and you can do everything you want, but you need to always understand that you, in the eyes of this seat, have been nothing more than a prop for exercises from the beginning! Now, you don't even have the fucking value of a prop! What kind of talk about seizing the throne and commanding the world?!