The flames shot out of the magician's hands and turned into fire dragons in the air, one after another, and large fireballs fell like a torrential rain, and above the earth, a sea of fire. Vertices are updated the fastest

The scouts left behind in the north not only did not stop this, but also saluted the figure patrolling the city wall, and burned all the heroes who died in battle, which was not an insult, but the best protection for those who were still alive.

【Tent of the Northern Army Camp outside Pershing City】

"Lost......" Dili Moro walked into the camp with a dejected face, and knelt down on one knee: "Please punish the old general!"

"Get up. Harlan Xuanming's voice was still indifferent, but Dili Moro heard a trace of gloomy expectation and pride from that indifferent voice: "Today's battle situation is the result of our failure to control the situation three days ago, although we invited the king, but it is the same as not being invited, this is my common responsibility, how can you bear it alone?"

"But, the barbarians of ......the South," said Tirimoro's voice, a little hoarse.

"The barbarians of the southern country should be like this, this is their national capital! If they are like Feiyan City again, then the old man will personally persuade the emperor to let him expand the scale of slaves and classify all the southern people as slaves...... The victory and glory of the Northern Iron Army must never be based on the illusion that the enemy is weak and weak! No matter whether the enemy is strong or weak, at no time can it be taken lightly, and only such an army can win the battle. ”

"The old general taught a lesson. After listening to Haran's words, Tilimoro felt much better. "You guy, you can fight very well, but you take the so-called military glory too seriously! Soldiers, you will always face the soldiers of the enemy country, you have it, the enemy country also has it, or even better, so the battle is ugly, it is nothing, as long as you can win in the end. Harlan Xuan taught earnestly: "Today's southerners are doing well, I only hope they can still behave like this in the future...... We have an army of one million, and a loss of 45,000 is nothing, even if we lose 450,000, defeat Pershing, and occupy the valley of the two rivers, then it is nothing! But do you think about how many people they can have in such a lonely city? How long can they support it?"

As he said this, Tirimore's eyes lit up: "Yes, if we continue to attack the city all day long, they will not be able to afford to spend it no matter how many people there are!"

"So, from tomorrow, let the Jianzhou Iron Army play, ordinary ones are fine, tell their people, Qinglong Decisive Battle Camp, Suzaku Decisive Battle Camp, that is reserved for attacking the inner palace, don't waste it here. ”

"Yes!" Dilimoro took the order, and went out as if he had been a different person than when he had just entered.

After a while, Harlan Xuanming asked the herald a little strangely: "Why didn't you come when you asked General Nie to come?"

"My lord, General Nie is in a very bad mood, and he said that he would be dismissed and go back to the emperor to ask for his guilt. The herald looked helpless: "It's the first time I've seen General Nie lose his temper." ”

"This Nie Wanliu!" Halan Xuanming smiled bitterly, his tone could only not be blamed much, he knew Nie Wanliu, and knew the bond between Nie Wanliu and the silver dust. He witnessed the changes in Nie Wanliu with his own eyes, and Nie Wanliu, who was transferred from Blood Yang City to help Dili Moro train his troops, was not the Nie Wanliu he knew before, starting from Blood Yang City, Nie Wanliu's soldiers were not the Black Feather Army that he Halan Xuanming once knew.

No matter how strong the Black Feather Army is, it is not the opponent of the slaves of Jianzhou, even the pigs of the Harran family know this, but the Black Feather Army after the Blood Yang City is really no worse than the four flags in the Eight Banners. With such a big change, Harlan Xuanming would not be the military god of the northern country without in-depth investigation.

"......" Harlan Xuan meditated, stood up, and went to find Nie Wanliu in person.

He knew that he had to let Nie Wanliu and Yinchen make a positive and complete end.

He knew better that he was actually a little biased towards Nie Wan's retention, as a generation of military gods, Aicai's problem was actually worse than that of the general under his hand.

【At the same time】【Gusu City】

Yang Wuving, the head of the Golden Dao Gate, is a loyal person, loyal to the empire and the royal family, but as a super powerhouse in the Jindan realm, no matter how loyal he is, he has a temper.

He felt that he was actually not very loyal to the emperor, at least the current emperor, at the age of forty-four, he was close to Uncle Zhao Guang when he was young, because the person who almost sat on the dragon chair really promised him a future, a future with a higher status of a martial artist.

Uncle Zhao Guang is not a good-for-nothing stupid worm, but now he has really become good-for-nothing.

"But now that I think about it, the emperor doesn't seem to be much better, Pershing, anyone with a discerning eye can see that he can't keep it. Golden Dao Yang Invincible thought sadly and angrily, and slowly walked up the unique daisy steps of the Taishou Mansion in Gusu City, there was no Taishou Mansion at this time, only a soil emperor.

He was followed by a group of disciples with heavy swords on their backs, these people were both his disciples and his soldiers, these people at first glance seemed to have no silver on their bodies, but they were all light weapons behind them...... has already made all the pedestrians on the long street in front of the Taishou Mansion flee.

Although he is not loyal to any emperor, and although he knows that the new master of the Taishou Mansion has been taken care of and favored by that person, just like his sect, he still wants to seek justice for the new master of the Taishou Mansion who has raised his troops and respected himself without justifying his name, and did not go to Pershing City to rescue the driver. As a soldier, he forced himself not to care about politics and only lived for the survival of the country and the rules.

Is he loyal? No, he's just loyal. The word righteousness is the rule.

And the rules of the southern kingdom are very simple, at least in the eyes of Yang Wudi, it is very simple that the soldier dies for the Son of Heaven!

The menacing man was unexpectedly unhindered, and the moment he stepped on the threshold, Yang Wudi, who adhered to his loyalty, made a move that looked extremely stupid, and as soon as he raised his hand, he motioned for the disciples behind him to wait outside the door.

At any time in the thousand-year-old civilization, this kind of foolish and loyal person who knows that the other party has not listened to the central government's dispatch and may leave him forever at any time, but still desperately goes to question and reason, all of them have only one end, that is, they are chopped into pieces of meat and drunk by the rebellious ministers and thieves who are bent on usurping the throne and setting up another place, and they also say: "Fulfill your so-called name of loyalty." In the records of the thousand-year-old history controlled by the corrupt Confucians, these so-called "foolish and loyal" and "upright" people who may be just fame and reputation seekers are all models that the world should emulate, the so-called loyal ministers and good generals who "clean up their names after death", and the newly appointed emperor, if they can't give these people some illusory nicknames, then they have violated the "unchanging law of the ancestors for thousands of years" in the mouth of the corrupt Confucianism The legitimacy of its imperial power will be questioned, and therefore, the new usurpers have to arrest and kill a group of corrupt Confucian literati in the world, and use the harsh literary prison to "prove" the legitimacy of their ascendancy, and those who can survive will immediately defect, kneel and lick the new regime, shouting "The Holy Lord is coming" so as not to add to the sword. Such so-called scholars, who control the moral high ground but do not have the slightest principle or bottom line, are actually the greatest enemy of human civilization.

Yang Wudi understands this, but he sees it too thoroughly, and his own approach seems boundless stupid. Because he knows too well that there are only a few thousand people in the Golden Dao Gate, in the face of the 10,000 private soldiers under the "new emperor" and the 50,000 troops integrated in Gusu City, even if they are all pressed, there is no chance of victory.

It was a terrible person who could invent the Yellow Springs Lock.

He came in alone, it was the rule, the royal law of the Southern Empire clearly stipulated that officials visited each other, and those who were not relatives of the deceased could only enter other people's mansions alone, which was a measure to avoid the so-called formation of parties for personal gain, as well as mutual vendetta of interest groups, regardless of whether it was effective or not, the key is that Yang Wushu did this, and he really took advantage of "reason" and "courtesy".

With the mentality of almost dying, he walked all the way to the inner room, and saw that the man was very dedicated to lying on the table and reading the "fold", Yang Wushu didn't think that this could show how wise and great he was, or "diligent in government", because the person in front of him was just a thief who was bent on usurping the throne, and he was now "diligent" for himself, not for the sake of the world.

Yang Wushu looked at this person's back, calm on the surface, churning inside, he knew this person, he knew it for a long time, it was a certain kind of support and protection of this person that made the master of today's Golden Dao Gate, Golden Dao Yang Invincible, and not like Han Yubing who died in prison without explanation.

But it was also this person who made the rebellious decision to support the army and respect himself and not go to King Qin, at this time, the prince in Xiuhang had already requisitioned 200,000 troops (Yang Wushu did not know the details of these troops) and went north.

"That's it, a life and a glory of this seat are given by him, and it doesn't hurt to pay him back here, I just hope that the kid who worships the prison can hold on, and I hope that Jiang Lishi's disciples can really listen to the last advice of this seat." Yang Wushu thought like this, and a dark golden Weihu chain mail trembled, but he clasped his hands into fists, knelt down on one knee and said: "Humble Yang Invincible, see the prince." ”

Zhao Guangyi raised his head, after Yang Wushu came in, he didn't mention even a trace of defense, not only because he had a "big killing weapon" like the Blood River Venerable, but also because of the morality in his heart.

The so-called body is not afraid of crooked shadows, he Zhao Guangyi, why is he not another "stupid" Yang Invincible?

Zhao Guangyi even hesitated for a moment before putting the pen on the dragon-shaped pen holder, which only the emperor was qualified to use.

He stood up, turned around, and said with a little eagerness and excitement, "Hurry up, get up, get up, you're finally here!"

Yang Wushu got up slowly, and the chain mail made a sonorous sound, as if his will to die: "The lowly position is to ask the teacher for sin!"

"Ah, yes, it seems that the news hasn't leaked yet, it's good, it's good. Zhao Guangyi smiled with satisfaction, from his expression to his voice, there was no sign of weakness. Yang Wushu looked at his face seriously, and his heart was full of sadness, could this man who once brought him hope really have fallen to this point, and there is no shame at all?

"I just want to ask the prince, when the major feudal kings, generals, and the princes of Xiuhang are all preparing to go north to King Qin, what is the prince doing?" Yang Wudi, who is not very good at beating around the bush, didn't even have a polite mind at this time, and asked the question he wanted to ask the most directly, and it was also the question that could stimulate Zhao Guangyi the most.

He wanted to see and see how thick this person who is now "no longer honest", this former boss and comrade-in-arms, can be thick-faced.

"Are you trying to ask me, ah, no, about my self-reliance? Do you think I'm willing to do this?" Zhao Guangyi said, without the slightest guilt, the slightest anger, or anything else that should belong to the usurper's expression, only a dark gray sadness that Yang Wushu couldn't understand at all, which made his dark blue acting look like the color had faded a lot.

"I, are you!" Yang Wushu took a step back, one hand had already pressed the handle of the golden knife at his waist, the golden knife was not a powerful light weapon, it was just a high-grade mysterious weapon, but that knife was the façade of the Golden Knife Gate.

When Yang Wushu established the Golden Daomen, he took this knife as the name of the sect, this knife was given by the Emperor (the ancestor of the Emperor), representing the eternal loyalty and force of the Yang family, for Yang Wuving, this knife is the embodiment of loyalty, fierceness and martial spirit, and it is the eternal symbol of the sect he established and his family.

He held the hilt of the knife, but did not pull it out, because the former true king Zhao Guangyi's former kindness, righteousness, guidance, and protection were still hindering him like a barrier.

"I said, it's not what I want. Zhao Guangyi's voice is completely soaked with remembrance, which is the deep brotherhood of childhood, the solidarity of youth, the repeated enmity of youth, and the memory of irreparable entrustment and resignation now. Zhao Guangyi couldn't convince himself that the Spirit Emperor was a good person, a good emperor, and he couldn't imagine that an evil and ridiculous and crazy person like the Spirit Emperor could actually do such a "feat".

He turned, and with some difficulty and great caution opened a wooden box on the table, where a piece of yellow silk lay quietly.