"The Holy One, Indra. Long Aotian was as well-behaved as a dog at this time: "Can the two masters do well, let me know, who is the dean of education here now?"

"If the yellow flag is right, it should be the 'adult' of Nano Xuantian, right?hahahaha!" The two sentinels with yellow flags who were still kind just now only showed their hideous and ugly faces at this time, and they were wearing plate armor and smiled viciously, pointing at Long Aotian and scolding: "The southern barbarian son of the turtle son! I really think that if I give you a robe, I am the one who is our Jianzhou slave? Tell you, just like your mother's dirty womb, you will always be a donkey when you are born! Do you want anything from your stinky blood? Now the master told you to go to Nanno Xuantian, do you dare to go, dare not go, dare to go to find another master?"

Long Aotian's face suddenly became ugly, but he didn't dare to make a sound, and he didn't even dare to kneel down and beg these high-ranking old soldiers to be kind and tell him who the real person in charge of Indra was. He knew the temperament of these people, and if he really knelt down, the leather whip with barbs must have fallen on his body without hesitation, and he had to beat Long Aotian to get out of bed for three days.

He also knew that the future relationship between Nano Xuantian and the current Shadow Emperor Nano was just like the relationship between Nalan Diluo and Nalan in the past. This is the case of the slaves in Jianzhou, the slave education and violent rule from top to bottom not only did not stabilize the social structure, but made the struggle for the center of power more and more bloody and cruel, cunning and treacherous.

Long Aotian's eyes flashed, revealing a smile like Xiao Yan who endured humiliation, and bowed: "Thank you for the two masters!"

He thinks that he is different from others, at least completely different from those southerners who have no way to take refuge, he has a system, and betraying his master, that is to gain points.

"No matter how small a mosquito is, it's meat. He thought, opened the system interface, and his face went dark.

"Silver!dust!" he squeezed out two tyrannical roars from between his teeth, for no other reason, because the recharge entrance indicated that he must have loyalty, friendship, and even love for his master Nano in the future in order to meet the recharge conditions.

The recharge system, to pay, is the user thinks is important, not to lose the feelings, how can you allow you to betray casually?

"Who is making noise here?" At the same time, a childish, lazy, and infinitely frustrated question came from behind Long Aotian, Long Aotian was frightened, quickly turned around, knelt down, and the dragon and phoenix Chengxiang's big water sleeves crackled, and dust splashed.

"See my lord" Long Aotian knew who that guy was when he heard the voice, the most introverted, ruthless, perverted, cruel, cunning, and untrustworthy shadow brother, Nano Xuantian.

He and Nano Future are thirty years apart.,It's the last son of the previous generation of shadow brother Nano who has been killed by Nano Future.,From birth to now, he has been bullied by various older brothers.,But he himself.,He also has the ability.。

"Who are you?" Nano Xuantian is only fifteen years old, one year younger than Yinchen, but he has practiced a dejected magic skill, a spear is not good or bad, and there is a little bit of bloodline secret technique or something.

"In Hadryu Aotian, a peripheral member of Indra"

"Smack!" A long whip hit Long Aotian in the face so hard that it almost dislocated his jawbone.

"Do the peripheral members dare to come here to spread wildness" Nano Xuantian never seems to be angry, never yells, is lazy and lazy at all times, and has no energy......;

"Da Ren spares his life! The little one is here to deliver information!" Long Aotian's jaw was a little dislocated, his speech was slurred, and every time he made a little sound, he felt painful, but in the face of the distraction of the eleventh transformation humanoid fighting machine Nalan exhausted, he couldn't care too much.

"Intelligence?" Nano Xuantian's voice was slightly interested: "Let's talk about it here, right?"

This question immediately stopped Long Aotian, and at that moment, Long Aotian realized that his memory had actually been modified!

Not to mention the information, even the customs and customs of the Southern Empire have been completely forgotten, and at this time, he is really the same as Yinchen, who has just come to this world for a few days, and he is at a loss in the face of the world.

He was able to blend into the camp of the Northern Kingdom, relying on task prompts and knee-jerk moves.

At this question, he was immediately dumbfounded.

However, after all, he is Long Aotian, the future Long Aotian, who is crazy and cool and hangs to blow up the sky, how can he be troubled by such a small problem?

He knelt on the ground, his hands were suddenly clenched, and the Gangfeng on his body exploded at the moment when Nano Xuantian's voice fell, unlike all other divine skills, the moment he made this "Fantasy Anti-Heaven Fist" move, it was also the moment when Gangfeng broke out, and there was no starting hand at all.

His punch really smashed into Nano Xuantian's face, and at this time, Nano Xuantian had not yet reacted, nor did he set up a gangfeng, and he was directly upside down by this punch.

Long Aotian rose into the air, shook his hand and threw out a black ball, and at the same time felt a sweet throat, and a huge hole had been pierced in his chest.

A tongue shot out of Nalan's grinding mouth and unexpectedly pierced his upper left chest, breaking his lungs and breaking his ribs, but it didn't pierce his heart.

Then the firelight and the shock wave bloomed at the same time, and the storm pushed the injured Long Aotian and quickly retreated.

Long Aotian made a quick decision, drew his sword in his left hand, picked up the gun in his right hand, and ran towards the outside of the barracks without looking back.

Countless figures rushed out of the tall and gorgeous tents, which were the iron cavalry of Jianzhou.

However, just when the smoke of the explosion had not yet dissipated, sporadic and intermittent explosions sounded continuously inside the barracks, and the grenade thrown by Long Aotian became the order of all the soldiers of the Heavenly Crystal Palace.

Explosions, strong acids, and projectiles that flew like a roar, the military camps in the north were in chaos before the battle.

However, such a small rebellion is nothing, under the direct intervention of the "military god" Harlan Xuanming, the northern soldiers who formed a defensive formation quickly extinguished the turmoil, during which how many dragons died on the spot, and even had no choice for resurrection, only God knows.

And Long Aotian, at the moment of this rebellion, escaped from the barracks with a set of full-level "Hundred Flowers Wrong Sword", a hand-pulled bolt single-shot gun that was not much stronger than Mauser, and a few bombs

It's weird.

He simply fled into the middle of a pile of tents outside the city, shot at the old soldiers, killed one of them, and then slashed two more with his sword.

He was captured, and at the moment when he was surrounded by troops, he could not do anything to resist. And the gun in his hand became the reason why he could survive, if not all of them.

Jianzhou slaves like this kind of gun, these iron-blooded warriors still maintain a high sensitivity to war and weapons in this period, the great monk of Jianzhou slaves, Zheng Nanno Viper, personally summoned Long Aotian, and because Long Aotian said something about Indra, and defended that he was forced to fight back, he was finally forgiven and followed by Nanno Viper.

And at this point, because of the only bullet he fired, a commander was killed, and he completed his mission.

A thousand points became all he could count on now.

As for Nano Xuantian, the bomb thrown by Long Aotian was blocked by Nalan Xuantian, and half of his body was blown off by the transformation monster Nalan Xuantian, and he was temporarily unusable, but Nano Xuantian was safe and sound.

The military appearance of the northern country, even if it encounters the desperate counterattack of the Heavenly Crystal Palace, will not move.

Paper can't contain fire after all.

He got up early on the fifteenth day of September in the ninth year of the Showa era, and before he went out, the magician keenly smelled the panic that was slowly converging in the air.

The whole city suddenly became very quiet, and although the new people and horses in the streets were not scarce, everyone was in a hurry.

Today is the last day of the Iron Mountain Conference, the competition of Xuanqi Dao, but when Yinchen came to the Wumen Square, he found that it was almost empty. There is no Imperial Forest Army, no part of the Criminal Department, Rites, Ministry of Engineering, and Military Department, no celebrant is busy with the ceremony, and there is no stove, no square table, and even the hollow cabinets that display the works of the contestants are missing, of course, the table clock that was changed from the old man who "made the final word" is gone, and the whole square exudes a solemnity and coldness that is completely unrelated to Qiu Fu.

The news that the northerners crossed the floating blood river and the soldiers came to the city could no longer be concealed by anyone.

"Master Hou!" Yinchen heard someone calling him from behind, turned around to take a look, and it turned out to be Xia Shouzhong who was trotting over with a panicked expression.

"Master Hou, the emperor invites you to go to the court! In the Qianqing Palace!" Xia Shouzhong shouted one after another before he could run to him.

"I'll go right away!" Yinchen roughly checked his silver-white robe, and found that there were no wrinkles and dirt, so he flashed like a noon gate and rushed to it: "You hurry up and inform others!"

"Lord Xie!" Xia Shou spun quickly like a spinning top and left.

When Yinchen arrived here, many officials also came one after another, Dai Quan stood at the door, eagerly aiming at a sunset bell that had been turned into the entrance, as if he hoped very much that the short needle would not point at the word "seven", at this time, the morning light in Pershing City was faint, and the sky was still half black and white, but the expressions of all the officials were like eternal twilight.

"Your Majesty, ask for peace! Ask for peace! Ask God to open your eyes and let the emperor ask for peace!" Yinchen heard many old ministers muttering to themselves outside the Qianqing Palace, as if they were really praying to the heavens, and the magician listened to such a voice, and his heart was cold.

"Not to mention how many people have treasoned and collaborated with the enemy, have even these old ministers who have always upheld the belief of the southern kingdom already given up resistance? Sure enough, rotten Confucianism is good, rotten Confucianism is really good! With faithfulness as armor and etiquette as the backbone, in the end it is just a wolf rushing to the grave, destroying the country and destroying the species! When you are really beaten to the ground, what use can you use to see your faithfulness and etiquette!"

Originally, he thought that he could give the emperor some suggestions to deal with the extraordinary situation and help the whole city quickly transform into a wartime state, but he was already a little disheartened at this time, but he did not turn around and leave, but because of his identity as a Shenwu Marquis, he stayed here and persevered until the end.

When the pointer pointed to "seven" Naying, Dai Quan pushed open the red door of the hall with his own hands, but did not shout the word "Shangchao" for the first time, but whispered in a low voice that everyone could hear: "Seventeen people didn't come, it's good, their family, don't want to stay." ”

The old ministers outside the hall all shuddered. Silver Dust could feel a cold glow in someone's eyes.

Everyone knew that these seventeen people were not late, late, or sick, but they fled in advance. The army of the northern kingdom has now been deployed on the northeast, west and west sides of the imperial capital, and is about to establish an encirclement front, but there is not a single soldier in the south, which is a typical encirclement of three missing one, in order to let the people in the city escape as much as possible.

Besieged on all sides, they will become mourning soldiers, and mourning soldiers will win. In the face of Pershing, the first city in the world, even if it is Harlan Xuanming, even if it is Nie Wanliu, he will definitely not dare to hold it up, play a trick to surround it on all sides, and attack it hard, it is really possible to make the entire country unite and fight to the end, and when Pershing can't be defeated, the southern expedition plan of the entire Northern Empire will have to be gameover immediately.

Even Yinchen, a native of the South, understands that as long as the South can defend this fortified city, then there are countless opportunities, no matter how many times its forbidden army fails in the face of the Black Feather Army of the North, it is no different from just one failure, there will always be a comeback one day, and in the war of the North attacking Pershing, one defeat is ten thousand, or even forever.

The northern country, even if it has not experienced a financial war, has reached the point of barely supporting it, a quarter of the economy, one-sixth of the population, one-eighth of the strategic food reserves, such an empire that is at a disadvantage in addition to the land and the army and the bureaucracy, can push the front line to the enemy's capital gate, it is already a miracle, Yinchen once estimated with Zhao Lingyun that if the northern country continues to fight, their finances will be maintained until the end of the tenth year of the Showa at most. In other words, the million-strong army of the northern country could not last until the arrival of the eleventh year of Showa, and they only left a little more than a year for the decisive battle of the southern country.

Therefore, even Yinchen knew that the people of the Northland did not dare to hold on to it, and they did not dare to overestimate their own strength in the slightest, and they used a million hungry soldiers who could only eat half full to deal with a quasi-modern permanent fortress city with nearly 400,000 well-equipped forbidden troops, a million logistics soldiers, a strategic reserve that could support it until four years later, and an ultimate protective city array that could only be broken by a holy weapon. In Yinchen's opinion, if the imperial court was serious, if the Spirit Emperor was a main battle faction and the empress did not interfere, the northerners without an air force would have actually lost the war. （）