The people of the southern kingdom need to awaken, they need to feel the danger and the power contained in the danger, otherwise, even if Silver Dust has the weapons of the Zenith, it is impossible to form a large army that can slightly confront the northerners. He doesn't want to build a modern army of the Saudi Arabian style, that doesn't make sense.

And these 300,000 troops are blood burials and blood sacrifices.

He wants to hurt the northern kingdom and fight the northern kingdom, so that these savage nomads know that there is still a kind of justice, a kind of arrogance, a kind of resistance, a kind of perseverance in this world, in the body of the people who can be conquered at will in front of them. At this time, he still wishfully believed that the people of the north were just imperialists referred to by the feudal cavalry, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, and in the face of a nation with the spirit of resistance, they would be softer and more lenient, and the death of 300,000 people would not be too much of a loss in exchange for a slightly dignified life for 30 million people in the two river basins, right?

In this life, there are times when you have to do something stupid and do something crazy. Success, is the victory of the second type, and defeat is just worthy of one's conscience, so that he will not spend the rest of his life in regret.

At this time, he didn't expect his despair and madness in the future.

Every division is in a desperate situation, and it is Voldemort.

Silver Dust stood in front of the battlements of the city wall, looking into the distance.

His fists were clenched tightly, and bursts of silver ripples emanated from his body, and the space and even time around him were pulled by this force, rippling into a circle of violent ripples, and no one dared to step forward within a hundred steps around him.

Next to him was a huge four-wheeled wooden cart, on which was a "machine gun" with a caliber as thick as a cannon, every part of the machine gun was stupid and black, like a holy relic of the Cult of Steamed Ganggang, and behind the machine gun cart, there were several large boxes, which contained cylindrical projectiles with a solid iron ball the size of a ping-pong ball at the top, and each projectile was as thick as a turnip, and the length exceeded the palm of the hand.

The so-called "machine gun", which simply uses a two-stage automatic re-entry mechanism and a bullet feeding system, although it only has a range of 100 paces, and it cannot guarantee the position of the projectile impact point at all, so that it is not even installed on the crosshairs, but for the people in this world, it really exudes a mysterious and powerful aura like a holy relic.

The forbidden army behind Yinchen, after seeing such a "machine gun car", really condensed their morale, and as for the early morning of September 18 in the ninth year of Showa, Pershing City, which was still in autumn, suddenly had a cold wind and clouds.

The Nine Palaces Cutting Array, the machine gun car, and the artillery that really used rifling and standard copper-shelled grenades mixed in the middle of the machine gun car have turned Pershing, who was still with the city gates wide open three days ago and looked completely undefended, into a real copper wall. When the military momentum of the forbidden army sensed the heavens, Yinchen originally had a trace of confidence in defending the city this time, and his mood was a little better, but as long as he glanced outside the city wall, all his good mood was shattered on the spot.

The massacre of the city actually began as early as the thirteenth or fourth day.

Outside the walls of Pershing, there is also a "capital"!

Pershing City plus the outer capital has a total population of more than one million, even if it is calculated from the 13th from the 13th, it is impossible for all of them to flee in just a few days, and it should be said that only a small number of capable people can escape. There are too many poor people in the slums of the capital who are unable to go far away, and there are too many rich people who are unwilling to give up their real estate and net worth.

Just under the city wall in the north, just under the nose of Silver Dust, Blind Valley Yamamoto and Blind Valley Wentai, two new Jianzhou Zhenghongqi warriors, staged an extremely ugly killing game on a horizontal long street, that is, the so-called "100 people beheaded" competition, Blind Valley Yamamoto killed 105 people in ten minutes, and was happy, but heard the clerk announce that Blind Valley Wentai killed 106 people and won the victory.

Yamamoto left in despair, leaving behind the blood, 3 disembowelmented addicts, and the body of a headless little girl.

The tips of the silver-colored fingers stabbed into the white-colored palm, and no matter how hard they tried, not a drop of blood would come out. The silver-colored pupils were filled with wind and snow, water mist, flames and blood, but after all, not a single tear was shed, and he could only look blankly at the blood-soaked "wilderness" outside the city. Not too far from the killing competition, a group of distracted masters of the Jianzhou Zhenghong Banner in red flag uniforms were eating roasted babies and even roasting fetuses with relish, and by their campfire, the belly of the young woman who was hanging from Juyuan was broken, and the intestines flowed all over the ground, and the uterus and bladder fell into the mud together, but they could not die, they could only wail in vain, watching the children in their arms and stomachs bubbling on the grill.

The woman had not shed a single tear to shed, only blood came out of her eyes.

In an alley farther away, more than a dozen eleven or twelve-year-old girls were screaming and struggling under the crotch of the war horse, and there were three circles of people standing around, and one person even held the banner of the Jianzhou Zhenglan Flag. Farther away, there was only pure killing, the big men in the Black Feather Army carried sabers, no matter what kind of citizens they saw, they had to cut a few knives, whether they were men, women, young or old, whether they were dying old grandfathers or cute and weak little girls, they were absolutely merciless to hack to the ground, and then hit the corpses, and they were not used as cultivation materials for any evil Dao exercises, let alone the idea of organizing an army of the undead, that is, they simply burned them with a fire, they didn't seem to be simply trying to reduce the population around Pershing.

That efficiency is a little higher than that of Blind Gu Wentai, who participated in the killing competition.

Killing, bullying, humiliation, cruelty, this is the scene in the once prosperous and noisy Pershing capital, but also hidden countless dark schemes. The young girl was cut off her breasts, forced to watch the meat cut off her body cooked over a campfire, and then forced to eat the so-called "meat" that was originally part of her body, in exchange for a few more minutes of life. In the whole city, there were not many people who resisted, but the Divine Arm Bow invented by the Jianzhou people could launch arrows with Sanyuan poison at a speed sufficient to penetrate the protective air shield, and often shot within three zhang, accurately hitting the limbs and non-vital places, so that many men and women, old people and children who had just puffed up the wind fell under the poison of Sanyuan, and became one captive after another. The entire capital, or rather, the entire Pershing City, has become a Hell instead of the Shura Slaughterhouse.

There were only screams, little laughter, and even little laughter from the victors. The brutal slaughter of the Black Feather Army and the rest of the Northern Team was more like accomplishing some kind of irresistible mission than any kind of entertainment that made them feel good. In the army of Jianzhou slaves, laughter rumbled, but in that laughter there was only flattery and sycophancy to please the superiors, but there was no real pleasure, not even the twisted and perverted pleasure of the abuser.

Silver Dust tried to simply gather an army of puppets and bulldoze them several times, but each time he couldn't really make up his mind, for the simple reason that he couldn't make up his mind forever for the puppet army.

What's more, even if he is a puppet army summoned with all his might, it is impossible to kill all the one million northern teams, and even killing half of them is very reluctant, as for the nuclear bomb he made, it is actually the same as the forbidden spell, and even, the forbidden spell of silver dust can be materialized into a nuclear weapon, because the power of the two is completely equal.

And the forbidden spell, in any world, is a weapon strictly controlled by the heavens, otherwise how can it be called a forbidden spell?

Jianzhou Nu'er lost 80,000 troops in Xueyang, and it hasn't been a year, and I don't know how many powerful and murderous armies have been integrated, and compared with the actions in Xueyang City last time, it is even more inhumane, as if it is venting with a rush. Silver Dust knew that if he couldn't find out where the slaves of Jianzhou were hiding and completely destroyed their will to fight, then he would never be able to solve the problem, and no matter how many forbidden spells he released, it would be useless.

A few more girls were dragged out of the burning ruins, and several men with yellow flags looked at their faces carefully, and seemed to think that they were good, so they did not kill them, but stripped them in public and began to abuse them.

A little boy suddenly rushed out of the rubble, shouting "sister" and rushed towards those with yellow flags, and was naturally stabbed by one of the big men, cutting off half of his head, and the boy only had half of his nose and chin left on his face with blood and misty, and his mouth was still wide open, and at the last moment when his brain and eyes had already left his body, he still shouted the heart-rending sentence "Sister run!" That terrible scream really made everyone hide their faces, and several people with yellow flags even listened to their movements for a while, and then shouted bad luck and kicked the boy's body far away.

The blood-stained outer city, the breeze that blew at some point, seemed to be soaked in the whimper of the unjust soul, and the invisible air slowly tore open the invisible wounds, and the innocent blood of the people of the south was meaninglessly sprinkled next to their national capital.

Yinchen saw more than once that the men and women who came out of the ruins knelt down at the military master, and the man who obviously had the peak realm of Peiyuan was full of words, saying that half of the knife was gouged out of the heart, and the woman screamed, full of courtesy, righteousness and shamelessness angrily scolded those soldiers for not following the rules, and then they were stripped of their clothes and corrected the law on the spot. In the midst of the woman's howl, the slaves had long been forced to forget about humanity, and the lewd laughter was particularly harsh, mixed with the whining of the cold wind, like the cry of a wounded wind.

The team of the northerners slowly pressed up, and the operation to clear the "army" on the outskirts of Pershing City slowly ended, and the soldiers with white flags who cleaned the battlefield carried a lot of water, washing the cramped alleys over and over again, but they could make the bright red all over the ground skyrocket again, and let the originally coagulated blood flow bright red again, as if the scars on Mother Earth were uncovered and spewed out endless fresh blood.

Bleeding and drifting, more than 10,000 corpses were ambushed. Before the campaign against Pershing had officially begun, the crimes of the massacre of the city had already been exhausted.

The magician stood silently in the breeze, listening to the cry of the wind, watching the blood flow from the ground for miles, and the silver robe gradually flipped up, like a hungry and wounded pale vulture. The scars of the wind and the blood of the earth unfolded before the eyes of the magician, like a predetermined fate, and like the first direct spur to the life of this silver pope.

His floating pale figure, even though it stood proudly on the top of the dark golden wall, was still so small, even weak. His body shape still belongs to a child, his shoulders are still not open enough, and his clothes are still fluttering, and he still gives people a feeling of immaturity. Long silver hair fluttered up, and silver tears were diluted into mist in the wind.

"Jianzhou Nu'er!Emperor Beiwu!" Yinchen gritted his teeth and pronounced these two names, hoping that he could instantly become a necromantic legend who was proficient in name curses and spreading plagues, and his hand was clenched tightly, but he suddenly let go. He could clearly feel that the raging anger in his chest burned fiercely, but there was a deep sense of powerlessness, just like that night when the rain was pouring ten years ago.

Can he save everyone? Can he save the whole world? Yes, as long as he completely becomes a god of law.

However, how difficult is the path to complete the Dharma God?

There may not be a Dharma God among hundreds of millions of mages, even if it is in Gabroyle, with the guidance of the Heavenly Rank and the communication of the Dharma God seniors, this probability is much lower than being directly hit in the head by a meteorite, not to mention, in this world, everything depends on groping!

Thunder God, Ghost God, Chi You, they are all born gods, Chi You is even born super gods, they are gods from the moment they are born, it is impossible to know how to change from humans to gods, therefore, Yinchen has no so-called experience to refer to at all.

And not being able to become a Dharma god means that there can only be one person who can always protect him in the hosts. It means that in the face of a huge disaster, the number of people he can completely rescue is only a few hundred at most. He's a mage, not a priest.

He knew that he couldn't save these people, just as he was in Blood Sun City, he didn't save the girls in the city even after his life, and now he had a more solemn and glorious city behind him, and he wanted to guard it until enough people escaped.

He didn't know how much he could kill with a single forbidden spell, he only knew that if the forbidden curse was released enough, not only the Pershing City area, but also the hydrological characteristics of the entire Floating Blood River could be drastically changed, and at that time, more than 30 million civilians in the two river basins would be waiting to be affected. Do you really think that mages can be unscrupulous? It has to be on someone else's planet.