Uncle Zhao Guang calmed down his emotions and said in a relaxed tone: "You tell Han Shuang the news and see what he says." He can argue with the outnumbered, and he must be able to guess that Pershing's one, money is tight, soldiers are tight, plus the forbidden army is not diligent in training, and the action is slow, for a while, at most, he can send an army of 40,000 to attack the Soul Refining Mountain after ten days, I will wait here, gather people of insight from all over the world, just from the tartary buckwheat uprising and the Guigu Province hunger uprising to subdue a righteous army, within ten days will definitely rush to the vicinity of the Soul Refining Mountain, in this way, we will have 60,000 troops available, there is no need to be afraid at all, and we are familiar with the terrain on the Soul Refining Mountain, and there are many trap arrangements, we can use very small casualties, all the enemy annihilation, when the time comes, the enemy's morale is severely defeated, Zhao Guangling's usurping puppet emperor is estimated to be able to shrink Perxing can not come outAsk him and see if what he says is the same as what the widow said. ”

Wang Baldan went down and asked, sure enough, it was the same, but Han Shuang seemed to add another sentence, Chen Youshi has a cowardly and conservative personality, but he is afraid that he will not attack easily, and will only sit back and watch the loss of fighters, so he besieges but does not attack, making him sit in danger and make it easier to succeed, Uncle Zhao Guang heard this answer, he was very satisfied, praised Han Shuang a few times, and suddenly his eyes rolled, and he actually rewarded Concubine Jing to Han Shuang as a "bad slave".

"Bad slaves", one level lower than cheap slaves, are the lowest slaves, to put it bluntly, they are human toys, the master can kill at will, brutalize, and even cook and eat, and can not wear clothes, can not sleep in bed, must always wear shackles, or have been tied hands, when the master is not playing, to be locked in a cage, almost not even the treatment of livestock. After the establishment of the Seventh Dynasty, the "bad slave" system had actually been abolished, and in order to reward Han Shuang for his exploits in besieging the Spirit Emperor, Uncle Zhao Guang actually turned back the clock on history and restored this cannibalistic system.

He did this, one was to humiliate the Spirit Emperor, the second was to revenge Han Shuang, and the third was to knock on the mountain and shock the tiger, warning the three parties to bet, unwilling to be completely loyal to his Chongming Palace!

His decision was quickly intercepted by Empress Linghua, and was also known by Emperor Ling, and as a result, the two discussed for a few seconds, and then decided to completely suppress the news and hide it from the Chongming Palace. At this time, the Chongwang Mansion was still immersed in the dream of glory and wealth.

【Northern Flying Swallow City】

The sky was overcast, and a breeze swept through the empty streets, sweeping down the original green leaves, and sweeping the originally lazy and hot summer into a solemn early autumn.

Nie Wan was fully armed, the black armor was already covered with a bright red base, a golden cloak, and a bronze and gilded token was also hung on his chest, these decorations were still temporary decorations at this time, and in the future, they would become a proof of a first-class military general.

He stood at the head of the procession, and behind him stood an old man in the same armor as himself, with a white beard and eyes as sharp as the sharpest eagles.

Behind them, there was a neat black phalanx, black chain mail heavy armor, black feather epaulettes, black heavy iron spears, and the same black small round shields used to resist bows and arrows. These people all tilted their heads slightly, staring at a golden convoy for a moment, with piety in their eyes, and more fanatical, the determination of sacrifice.

The golden Luanyu, compared with the Luanyu of the Spirit Emperor, is concise, tough, a lot less soft and complicated, and a little more graceful and atmospheric, next to the Luanyu, the golden men and horses are connected with heavy armor chain mail, fusing the knight and the war horse into one, turning into a living golden shield, guarding a point of once dusty holiness. The golden luanyu, the golden guide carriage, the golden escort crossbow, and the golden three hundred knights slowly walked through the armor walls and spear jungle composed of pure black square, and drove towards the far north.

Emperor Beiwu's "Southern Tour" is over, and Emperor Linghuang is completely different, this young emperor, the southern tour is not for hunting, not for sightseeing, but for a glimpse of the soldiers fighting at the forefront.

There were no tears of emotion, because the tears had long since dried up in private, and there were no congratulatory messages of praise for virtue, because the common cause of the emperor and his subjects had not yet been completed. Everyone who can stand here knows that the emperor in Luanyu, since he ascended the throne, has only entertained for one day every year on New Year's Day, and the rest of the time, he has very little rest, let alone silk and bamboo, singing and dancing.

He didn't even leave an heir after he ascended the throne, and Cleopatra's children were born before he took the throne.

There were no tears, no congratulatory messages, not even parting words and speeches, no banquets, no singing and dancing, and even when leaving, he shook hands with a general like Nie Wanliu, hugged him, and said a few heartfelt words, let alone any literati who dared to be sycophants at this time.

The only ones that can be used for farewell are the military songs, the military songs of the northerners, the military songs of the northern country, the military songs of the Northern Emperor, and even the military songs of the Sixth Dynasty.

The military song was written after Nie Wanliu left the Blood Yang City and poured out all the feelings accumulated in his heart, and the military song did not need any musical instrument accompaniment, only the sound of fighting on the battlefield could be used as accompaniment.

"The wind rises,"

"The military is united,"

"Fierce and intense!"

"The sound of the war horse,"

"The Long Wind Moves the Military Flag,"

"All the way!"

"Two-handed iron spears chasing the wind thorn,"

"The crotch galloping horse is dusty,"

"The Iron Horn Rush Killing Army is in unison,"

"The spear is breaking through the iron wall!"

"Looking back,"

"The Vast Prairie,"

"Unbounded Sea of Sand,"

"Fertile land is vertical and horizontal,"

"The mountains are high, the water is deep, the sea is wide, and the forests are lush,"

"Sunset Flowing Gang Xiong Guan Qi!"

"The land of kings!"

"The Emperor Whips,"

"The troubled times of the Beiding grassland,"

"Xiping Desert Ghost Road,"

"Collecting the estuary of the river in the east,"

"The southern sword of the heavenly sword is pseudo-shocked. ”

"Mountains and seas,"

"100 years of perseverance,"

"This life is only for the world!"

"Gun Finger,"

"The demon retreats,"

"Behind him, the father listens to the good news,"

"The boy will never regret it!"

"Aoyama is fortunate to bury Wenchen's bones,"

"White Iron Glory Cast General's Uniform. ”

......

As soon as the song started, the wind swirled, and the clouds like lead blocks slowly condensed in the sky above the hundred-person phalanx, and the winds that were not violent converged from all directions, rendering a sad artistic conception. Luan Yu walked slowly, farther and farther away, towards the north, towards the direction of home. The men's military songs are wrapped around Na Luanyu, as if they hope to return to their hometowns with Luan Yu and pass them to the ears of their hometown fathers.

Homesickness was boiling in the chest, getting hotter and hotter, but no one left a tear, the tears had dried up, as early as when the comrades-in-arms were wrapped in horse leather, at this time there were no tears in the eyes, only the shadow of Luan Yu gradually moving away.

Each of these black armorers knew very well that this time to gaze at the north, in the direction of their hometown, may be the last look back in their lives, because the moment they turned to the south, they were also facing death directly.

Luan Yu drove forward slowly, quietly, as if he did not move, but few people knew that there was an affectionate and solemn gaze in it, always facing this majestic military momentum, crossing every face, as if that person wanted to remember everyone desperately, because he knew that after this parting, there was only remembrance left. Those black figures will disappear on the battlefield, and their own disappearance will be exchanged for the peace of the world called the Great Cause.

Far away, far away, black figures, slowly turned into black squares, and finally into a thick black line, and then, it was blocked by the city wall, and then, the city wall became a small city, the city became a small box, and the box became a small black bean, black bean, disappeared on the horizon of the extreme south.

"Your Majesty!" At this time, in the midst of Luan Yu, a young voice reminded the owner of the gaze.

Luan Yu's golden-colored curtain finally moved, breaking his gaze.

"I finally understand why General Nie's Black Feather Army can become the swan song of the world! General Nie's arrangement of troops is not as strange as Emperor Li Moluo, it is better to be fierce, not as dexterous as when he was old, square and square, his duty is his duty, and he lacks changes, but he is always the most powerful among all armies, it turns out that his trick is not in the military situation itself, but in the early training, and in those who make up the military situation. ”

The young Beiwu Emperor retracted his gaze and sighed softly, as if he was still unsatisfied with the southern tour that had come to an end: "A person who can train a group of farmers to be such warriors should be worthy of a good product, right?"

"Your Majesty said yes. "Sitting with Emperor Beiwu, there is also a seventeen-year-old boy, the young man has fair skin, looks handsome like a fairy, and has a small and weak body, he really looks like a girl, but the two crossed scars on his face completely destroy his slender and feminine, but it did not make him ugly at all, but added a fierce and cold temperament, this person is the most mysterious and strongest Nalan Blood Demon among the four princes of the Beacon City, just listened to the emperor's words, and hurried to cater to it.

Nalan Blood Demon, the current head of the Nalan family, is the only survivor of the Nalan family.

When Han Shuang seemed to be suffering for the destruction of the clan, this seventeen-year-old boy was also in pain. Han Shuang seems to be able to find Uncle Zhao Guang in order to take revenge, but this one can only hide by the young emperor's side and make a living.

When Prince Su entered the secret realm of the East China Sea, the Nuer tribe of Jianzhou ushered in an internal purge, the original Zhenghuang Banner was poisoned and killed, and those who did not die, except for the blood demons, all became captives and became experiments in the secret art of blood, and the new Zhenghuang Banner came to power, from a little-known small tribe to the current "Shadow Emperor" Nano family.

This family, which has been lurking for thousands of years, has intertwined forces, infiltrated the north and south, and has a huge influence among cynics, and is the representative of the "slave" culture.

Emperor Beiwu's southern tour this time may not have escaped from Phoenix City and temporarily avoided trouble.

"Then do you know, why only General Nie can train the Black Feather Army?" Emperor Beiwu heard the welcome voice of the Blood Demon, and simply came to test this most powerful Wenchen under his command.

"Simple, only General Nie can make those soldiers understand why they are fighting. Nalan Blood Demon talked eloquently: " When soldiers fight, some people tempt them with military salaries, let the soldiers know that they can make a fortune by fighting, some people oppress them with the emperor's order, let the soldiers know that they are fighting for the emperor, some people tempt them with military merits, let the soldiers understand that they can make meritorious contributions to the war, glorify their ancestors, and some people infect them with righteousness, so that the soldiers think that fighting a war is right, not why, and General Nie, let the soldiers really understand that fighting a war is not for money, not for beauty, not for the emperor's order, not for glory, not for the so-called morality, just to let the fathers and elders in their hometown live better. As for the fact that there is no reason to make the soldiers serve so well and make the Black Feather Army so strong, this, Wei Chen doesn't know. ”

"I know. Emperor Beiwu said softly: "Although I only learned about it after listening to General Nie, but since yesterday, the more I think about this, the more reasonable I feel. ”

"Please also ask Your Majesty to clear up your doubts. ”

"Because General Nie governs the army, he should be the same as an eternal truth, which has been repeatedly confirmed in the thousand-year-old civilization but has never been well summed up by anyone. ”

"What's the truth?"

"For the fathers and elders of the hometown, the heavens, the heavens, the bottom, the enemy!"

......

【Southern Pershing City, Chongwangfu Hundred Gardens, Xiaoxiang Pavilion】

"Miss, eat something, you haven't eaten a grain of rice for a day and a night!" Zijuan gently came to Lin Xuanchen's bed with a bowl of millet porridge, and said softly, with anxiety and worry in his tone.

The little girl lying on the bed, her face was extremely pale, her body was slightly feverish, and a pair of beautiful eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, showing a sickly and delicate beauty, she opened her eyes slightly, closed them slowly, and shook her head gently, almost imperceptibly.

"I ...... Can't eat. She was so angry.

"Miss, can't you ......" Zijuan's eyes were already full of tears, but she couldn't bear to leak a drop from her eyes. Lin Xuanchen has fallen ill since the second master came back, and he has fallen ill for the second time in five years, and it is getting heavier and heavier. It is also strange to say, from the time when everyone in the palace took the wind and washed the dust for the second master to the time when the young lady was sick, there was only a few hours before and after.

"No, I'm just...... It's just ......" she gasped, her voice even gradually weakened, and she was about to shut her breath, Zijuan was startled, and she didn't care about the precious cloisonne soup bowl and good millet porridge in her hand, she threw it directly to the side, and her whole body fell next to Lin Xuanchen.

"Miss!Miss!!!" she cried, her voice became more and more poignant, and Lin Xuanchen's breath at this time became weaker and weaker.