He is not engaged in military democracy, because the army will never need democracy, he is just giving his subordinates a choice, whether to choose the fake skin of the soldiers, or choose the beast deep inside.

"My lord, what is the glory of a soldier? Is it obedience, or is it to be promoted to become a general?" The commander of the army raised his own question for the last time, this was the last question in his life about Yinchen, the superior, the general, and the god of the soldier.

"Yes...... Victory!" said Silver Dust firmly. He understands that a soldier lives, as long as there is one thing, it is a victory, and it can also be regarded as a military merit, and for any soldier in the team, on the battlefield where he may die at any time, what treatment, what rank, what medal, what money, beauty, and power are completely fleeting. Soldiers are not construction workers, they pay not sweat but flesh and blood, and they fight not physical strength but life.

What can be exchanged for life is not a material enjoyment, but only a victory and glory that seems to be nothing, but can be passed on forever.

"My subordinates understand, please lead the charge. The captain hammered the iron armor on his chest, and the sound was soft in the torrential rain, like a war drum, like the thunder of fate.

"Subordinates understand, please lead the charge!" 200 voices were synthesized into one.

Yinchen smiled, in the rainstorm, in the dark night that he didn't see, he smiled, his smile was as hideous as a devil, majestic as a god, he knew that the army under his command had metamorphosed, grown, and finally had the most basic and important thing of an undefeated iron army - the soul of the army.

His 84th Forbidden Army can assume the prestige of the Eighty-fourth Group Army of the Praetorian Guard, because this army, which only has 200 people at this time, has broken out of its cocoon and become a butterfly at this moment.

Silently, he raised his hand and swung it forward.

He, with all the people behind him, galloped in silence, without slogans, without orders, two hundred and one, as if they were of the same mind.

The wind exploded, the clouds rolled, and the thunder swept overhead, and at this moment, because the army was too large, it turned into a blood-red color.

【Fengdu Soul Refining Mountain Mountain Road】

Luan Yu stopped.

The thunder that exploded overhead also stopped suddenly, only the white noise of the rain falling to the ground, but it was more like a monstrous silence, and the Spirit Emperor suddenly pushed Concubine Jing away roughly, and a pair of hands with age spots had already grasped the hilt of the sword at her waist.

It was the sword of Shang Fang, the authority of the emperor of the township.

"What happened, why didn't you stop and not leave?" The Spirit Emperor did not rashly open the curtain of Luanyu, but just shouted loudly outside, and after a while, the outside remembered an answer like a ghost crying: "Your Majesty, the rain is lost......

It wasn't Dai Quan's voice, not even Modal's voice, it wasn't even the voice of anyone the Spirit Emperor knew, the voice was like the sneer of the devil in the dead night, and it was like a rough man imitating the eunuch to speak, in short, when the voice reached Luanyu, the Spirit Emperor saw a layer of goosebumps on Concubine Jing's neck through the faint light that came in from outside Luanyu.

The night at the end of July may not be very cold even in the Soul Refining Mountain, at most it is cool, but at this time, the night is filled with a bone-eating cold.

The fire outside suddenly went out.

Suddenly, it was pitch black.

The Spirit Emperor took out a white bead from his arms at the moment when the darkness suddenly fell, and the bead emitted a misty light, illuminating the inside of Luan Yu, and his other hand was still holding the hilt of the sword.

He had thought that the white and bright night pearl would illuminate the assassin's face, but all he illuminated was a few sharp arrows that whizzed in, and the Spirit Emperor was startled, but he still didn't really scream in panic, as the emperor, he knew that he must not show any panic at this time, because his composure was equivalent to the military spirit of the entire escort team.

There was a cry of pain behind the Spirit Emperor, obviously Concubine Jing Niangniang had been hit by the arrow, the Spirit Emperor's hand shook fiercely, and there was a little despair in the ghost-colored eyes, at this time, he suddenly "missed" the silver figure, it was on the day of the fourth day, he was in danger of being assassinated by a traitor, and the figure saved his life without hesitation.

At this moment, the Spirit Emperor suddenly woke up, although that figure had only met him a few times, and even the conversation was not more than ten sentences, but it was a person who made him really able to put his mind at ease, and that person's body exuded a noble and bright invisible force field, which unmistakably told the Spirit Emperor that Yinchen did not need him, did not need to obtain any power, status, money or anything else from him, and therefore would not kneel to him, would not flatter him, be subservient to him, and have bad intentions. Yinchen doesn't need to have any plans, any expectations, any requirements for the emperor, he is comfortable and satisfied in front of the trouble, and because of this, he has no ambitions and no threat to the emperor.

Yinchen has no substantive interests with him, and Yinchen even looks down on his position of power, just like the Buddha, because he has no desires and no desires, he will not waste his mind to betray and harm an emperor who has no conflict of interest with him, so when the Spirit Emperor uses him, he feels particularly relieved.

It's a kind of peace of mind that you don't even need to be on guard.

The Spirit Emperor didn't know at this time that it was the influence of the permanently indelible 'Nightmare Domain' around Silver Dust, and he didn't know that Silver Dust was coming quickly with a small team of people at this time.

"At this time, I really can't count on all of them!" the Spirit Emperor thought angrily, and heard sporadic shouts and noises around Luan Yu. At this time, the Spirit Emperor didn't care about Concubine Jing who was moaning behind him, and hurriedly puffed up the wind all over his body, leaned his body on the door frame of Luan Yu and carefully sensed the outside, and did not feel any threat to the powerful aura, so he took a deep breath, and suddenly opened the curtain of the door and drilled out of Luan Yu.

At this moment, the two dead eunuchs, Modal and Dai Quan, rushed to the Spirit Emperor's car one after the other, and fell to the Spirit Emperor's feet without saying a word, looking extremely frightened and loyal, and longing for the breath of die-hard loyalty radiating from all over the body.

"Your Majesty, it's not good!" Mordal's voice was full of desperate cries.

"I've seen it...... A bunch of waste!Even I can't protect you, what's the use of raising you?" The Spirit Emperor squeezed out these words from between his teeth, although he knew that this was not the time to vent his emotions, but he still couldn't help but say such words that shook the hearts of the army, after all, any emperor in the world was surrounded by thieves twice in less than a year, and he was afraid that he was a clay man, even if Darth Sidious was surrounded twice a year, he would be furious.

"Holy Lord, this place is surrounded by rebels...... They... · Their original tunnels were connected to this road...... Surrounded by traps...... It has been in ambush in the rain for a long time...... On the outside, Zhang Wuming has been captured by them, and Cheng Yuanye has also been forced by their two-layer double clamp encirclement, and it is difficult to come forward to rescue him...... He should have fought to the death against such traitors...... However, there is an underground ambush ten steps away, and you can pounce on it in an instant...... Now the traitor sent a lobbyist to meet the Holy ...... Please condemn the sins of the Holy Majesty!"

Dai Quan prostrated at the emperor's feet, tearful and breathless. The Spirit Emperor let out a cold snort of disdain from the skin of his nostrils. Still didn't dare to pull out the long sword at his waist in spite of it.

"Holy Mercy!" Dai Quan shuddered with fright.

The emperor ignored him, just looked coldly at a certain direction in the night, when the wind on his body swirled up after death, he who was originally drenched gradually dried and refreshed, but this set of soiled dragon robes, I am afraid that it will be given up in the future - unless it is a particularly expensive "tribute dress", the emperor usually does not wear washed clothes, and the laundry room in the palace is actually prepared for the concubines.

In the midst of the rainstorm, Empress Linghua got out of the car behind her wet, and rushed to the side of the Spirit Emperor, hiding the refuge of him and the Spirit Emperor in her wide sleeves. She leaned into the Spirit Emperor's ear and whispered:

"Your Majesty, the holy weapon has been prepared, and it can only teleport six people...... The hero does not suffer immediate losses, and asks the emperor to make a decision immediately. ”

The Spirit Emperor nodded, and quietly gently hugged her waist, and all the waist expressions had been expressed. Empress Linghua also stepped back a little quietly, one hand was gently placed on the Spirit Emperor's back, and she didn't grasp it, but it was enough to lock the holy weapon in her sleeve to the Spirit Emperor and herself, and everyone else could be discarded.

At this time, Concubine Jing struggled to get down from Luanyu, she was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, and finally stopped bleeding by relying on the simple Juyuan style, but the arrow that penetrated deep into the flesh and bone had not been removed.

Juan'er and Concubine Jing's maids hurriedly came up to help, lest the arrows be coated with poison, and neither the Spirit Emperor nor the Empress Linghua turned to look at her, as if she didn't exist.

"Dai Quan, what kind of lobbyist are you talking about?" the Spirit Emperor asked a little impatiently, his tone was completely forced, or simply acting. He is the emperor, the son of a daughter, not a warrior willing to duel, or even a general or a brave man with the dignity of a warrior. As an emperor, the Spirit Emperor didn't have much courage, and even if he had, he would use it up on the fourth day.

He was holding on at this time, not waiting for those traitors to negotiate and weigh the pros and cons at what price to offer, but to be delusional by everyone except Queen Linghua, a scene where she could still hold the scene and bargain with the traitors, so that these people, who were no longer of any use in his eyes, maintained the encirclement for him until the last minute.

Somewhere that the Spirit Emperor had been staring at, he slowly walked out of the so-called lobbyist, that person was very young, but in his early twenties, he might not be a few years older than Wan Jianxin, although he was handsome, but in the Fengyuan Continent, which was full of handsome guys and beauties, his appearance could only be regarded as ordinary, at most it could be called "not ugly". He wore golden chain mail in boxing gloves, a bright red cape and tiger-striped embroidered tassel epaulettes, and he looked like a commander of the three armed forces. He was like a messenger of darkness, emerging from the darkness and torrential rain that could not be illuminated by the fire, and walked towards the Spirit Emperor with a majestic instrument, and behind him, endless treachery rolled in the darkness. In the shaking phantom, how many times the metallic light of the chain mail and sword was reflected, and how many times the screams of the palace people were heard in the roaring rainstorm, all of which were presented in these short steps, adding a sense of formal oppression. The Spirit Emperor looked at the young man with a heavy face, and did not speak until he was within a distance.

"Who are you?"

The young man didn't answer, and continued to walk forward, and the Spirit Emperor angrily drew Shang Fang's sword, but the young man only slightly urged the wind on his body, and the Spirit Emperor's face turned pale.

The triple qi transformation is much higher than the strength of the Spirit Emperor, and it is a small realm higher than the strength of the Ling Hua Empress before she "lifted the seal".

The young man was silent, and continued to approach the Spirit Emperor as usual, which was already the biggest offense to the emperor, ordinary people, etc., in the face of the emperor, must stand outside the five zhang, in order to show the minimum respect, only civil and military officials, forbidden palace ministers, can be close to the zhang.

"Bold and demonic!" the Spirit Emperor roared under the attack of anger and fear, and then a round human head rolled down at his feet, it was the super master who traveled with Luan Yu, the strongest internal guard beside the Spirit Emperor, the head of the old eunuch Chen Deyong. The old eunuch Chen Deyong is not an ordinary person, she is one of the only two masters in the imperial palace, although she only has the strength to return to the void, but she blocked many hidden weapons and assassins for the Spirit Emperor during her lifetime, and she was killed, but at this time, she was killed silently.

The Spirit Emperor looked down at the dead face, and was so frightened that he almost ascended to heaven, and the Shang Fang sword in his hand almost slipped from his hand, but fortunately, Queen Linghua behind him stabbed the Spirit Emperor gently, making him understand that he still had the ability to retreat instantly, so he settled down and raised his sword to confront the man.

The man walked indifferently to the place within a zhang in front of the Spirit Emperor and stood still, this distance was just the distance at which the heavens descended to start the duel, which made the Spirit Emperor have a heart trembling, at this time, he was under the direct threat of a qi master.

"Who are you who dare to be so rebellious!" the Spirit Emperor took three deep breaths before he calmed himself down and shouted in a calm tone.

"The generalissimo of the three armies is like Han Shuang. The young man said coldly, looking at ease in front of the supreme ruler of the empire, and he had a noble bearing, and the Spirit Emperor secretly smacked his tongue, thinking to himself that this person was only afraid that he was also a nobleman, but why should he go against himself? He has always treated nobles well? Otherwise, how could there be an edict that only nobles were allowed to live in the imperial city?

"Generalissimo of the three armies? ha! I don't think I've ever given you such a high position. Aren't you blatant nonsense?"