It was not easy to find the highest person in charge of Manichaeism now, even if there was a relationship with Fang Hui, it took a whole day. During this day, different people are constantly leading them to different places. From town to town, the exchange goes on and on. But this is not because the Manichaeans do not trust them, nor are they deliberately lazy, difficult, or procrastinating, but there are objective reasons.

The attitude of Manichaeism is quite good, but now it is not a matter of attitude, but of survival. The guides kept receiving messages, and their faces kept changing. An inexplicable tension and depression filled the eyes of these sect members, and even if they didn't understand the language, Yang Qi could see that something must be wrong.

Fang Hui acted as an interpreter: "Several great Dharma Kings such as the Inheritance Dharma King are all besieged in the Promised Land, and only the second-level leaders are scattered everywhere outside. And just now, there was constant news that so-and-so stronghold had been wiped out, that a certain leader had been killed, and so on. So, we had to keep changing our destinations. ”

Yang Qi nodded, not forcing them too much. The more critical the moment, the more stable it must be, otherwise it will be really all over if you make mistakes in your busyness. Besides, there is a large army behind that is quietly following Jiao Niang, and it will take some time to arrive. What she has to do now is to open the joints of Manichaeism and prevent bloody things like the big water from washing the Dragon King Temple.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon of the second day, in a small mountain village that looked poor, Yang Qi finally found the current supreme head of Manichaeism. It was a tall man dressed in a white robe and wearing a white hood. The man was dressed in the style of Assassin's Creed, most of his face hidden in the shadows under the hood, and only the stubble chin could be seen. But the eyes in the shadows were sharp. When he looked up this way. It was as if two throwing knives had been nailed in the blink of an eye.

This is a master. It's the kind of real master who can kill in ten steps even if he doesn't have any special strength, and it's by no means comparable to a showmanship. Yang Qi's gaze slid from his shoulders to his hands and then to his knees, immediately convinced that this man must be a master of assassination.

Moreover, he also refined the internal strength of Middle Earth, and his cultivation was no less than fifty years. It seems that the power of internal strength is more widespread than imagined, and even the Persians began to practice it.

"Hey, Bandari, it's you?" Fang Hui obviously knew the man. She hurriedly introduced to both sides: "This is Banderi, he is proficient in the culture of the Central Plains, he is the white-clothed protector of the main altar, and he used to be my guide and guide." Nearly half of my skills were learned from him. ”

The structure of the Manichaean altar, Fang Hui also roughly introduced, is similar to the Ming Sect written by Jin Ye. The highest is the sect leader, then the heirloom Dharma King whose status is second only to the sect leader, then the four Dharma kings, and then the various Dharma protectors. There are many levels of Dharma protectors. The white-clothed Dharma Protector is already the highest rank among the Dharma Protectors, and it is not surprising that he is now the interim head in this situation.

"Bandari. This is the new leader of our Middle-earth Branch, Jia ...... Uh, Yang Qi. "Acting in the name of the Sect Master of the Split Altar will save a lot of trouble, Yang Qi is too lazy to explain anything to these Manichaeans, so he acts directly in the name of the Sect Master of the Sect of the Split Altar. Of course, this is also the result of the secret conversation and communication between Yang Qi and Fang Hui, and it is a plan that has been discussed in advance.

Manichaeism was one of the rare non-sexist sects of this era, so Bandari was not suspicious of it. He immediately made a gesture of the flame burning, bowed slightly, and said in the original words: "The light of the original flame shines on you, my sister. On this cold day, the arrival of friends is the warmest gift. ”

Yang Qi didn't make any detours and got straight to the point: "Let's talk about it, what is the situation now." ”

Bandari's reply was equally grim and sharp: "In short, the strength and determination of the Mongols exceeded our expectations. They united the surrounding fifteen large and small leaders to attack our sect together. Now my branches are constantly being destroyed, and countless brothers and sisters are being slaughtered, but the biggest problem is that the Promised Land has been besieged. The enemy has reached the gate of the Holy Land. ”

Fang Hui frowned when she heard this, the Persian General Altar was her greatest hope, if this place was wiped out, she would really be alone. So she anxiously asked, "What about the Holy Maiden? The Gate of Heaven is about to open, how will the Holy Maiden be conducted?"

"There are no more saints. Bandari spoke very slowly, and said word by word: "Of the three holy maidens, you are the only one left." The other two saints were all killed in battle. ”

"What!" Fang Hui's face suddenly turned ugly. It would have been a good thing to have no competitors, but the problem is that even the saint can't protect it, which shows that the situation of the main altar has reached a precarious point.

"Come with me, and I'll show you. With a wave of his hand, Bandari handed over two gray cloaks: "Words can't convey everything, so use your eyes directly to see our enemies." ”

"Just what I wanted. Yang Qi put the cloak on his body: "Lead the way ahead." ”

Observing the enemy army up close is an extremely dangerous operation, so Yang Qi left the others behind. When the army is fighting, scouts, sentry posts, and guards must be densely packed around the battlefield. The Mongolian people are accustomed to fighting, so naturally they will not ignore this, and they have already arranged many elite scouts. In addition, the Mongolian people are good at riding, coming and going like the wind, and the cordon around the battlefield is really arranged like a dynamic power grid.

However, after all, the Mongolian people are fighting in a foreign land, and in this Gobi and desert world, the native Manichaeism has too many advantages.

In the evening, in the midst of an undulating mountain, a total of three people, Ban Derui and Yang Qi Fang Hui, sneaked quietly. This chaotic hill has been hit by strong winds for a long time, etching large and small wind caves. The wind blew, the whimpering sound was like a ghost crying, and the dark and bottomless cave did not know where it leads, making people confused. And Bandari took advantage of this wind cave in all directions to bring the two to the edge of the battlefield.

Of course, this is a dangerous road.

"You are very skilled, this path used to be a test path for Dharma protectors, and even the elite Dharma protectors in the sect often fell into cracks in the ground and deep pits and lost their lives. You have gone all the way without any difficulty, and you deserve to be the leader of the altar. Bandari carefully hid in the shadow of a grotto, and pointed down to the front, "Look." This is the battlefield. It is also the place of the land of promise. ”

Yang Qi immediately stared at it. It didn't take long to see the situation.

A brief introduction to the terrain, it is located in the middle of the vast desert and the Gobi. In the sunlight, every inch of it is earthy yellow. There is a mountain in the distance, which is not high, but it is very steep. There is an ancient city at the foot of the mountain - this may not be accurate, but it is accurate to say that the ancient city was not built at the foot of the mountain, but inside the mountain. It's like digging a piece of a mountain and putting half of a city into it.

This ancient city is also sandy yellow. Not Persian, with traces of endless years. The city walls are heavy and heavy, the city gates are one after another, and there are people patrolling and guarding the city walls. That was the besieged Land of Promise, and most of the elite of the Manichaean Church were trapped in this lonely city. There were dark red blood stains on the walls, and scavenging crows were hovering around them and fighting for food, making ominous croaking sounds.

Fang Hui's eyes flashed, and he subconsciously glanced at someone beside him. From this point of view, it is almost the same as the painting that Yang Qi originally painted.

Yang Qi pointed to the ancient city: "That's the promised land?"

Bandari whispered, "There is the Acropolis of the Land of Promise, a guarded gate. The true land of promise is behind the Acropolis. Oyamauchi. I don't know, I'm not qualified to know the secrets of the Promised Land. But according to legend, every time the Holy Maiden is sacrificed, the Land of Promise opens a heavenly gate. Only by opening the gate of heaven can you really enter the promised land. ”

"When will the Gate of Heaven be opened?"

"I don't know, this time the promised land is unusual, and the reaction is very strange. It was supposed to open in twenty days, but now no one can say, maybe just recently. It was precisely because of this that the King of the Legend led the elite sect to station on the Acropolis in advance, but he was unexpectedly killed by the Mongols. Bandari pointed to the other side: "There, that's the enemy." ”

The mountains of the Promised Land are surrounded by a series of weathered peaks that stretch out like outstretched arms. And on this plain, the big battalions were suppressed there, exuding a cold and fanatical aura of slaughter.

There is a small river that meanders through the Great Plains, and some green grass grows along the river, which is a rare green in this desert. But now there were countless horses drinking by the river, and the grass was green and muddy under the trampling of iron hooves, and the sound of these horses rumbling like thunder when they walked.

These horses were fat and strong, and some of them even had horse armor. Those vests did not resemble the Central Plains style, not soft armor, but plate armor composed of pieces of armor. The vest was full of ridges, and the sides were full of spikes, and it ran with a loud bang.

Those special horses are very aggressive, and some of the military horses will come closer to them, and they will suddenly crash into them with a loud bang. Hearing a scream, the other horses would fall far away covered in blood, leaving only those spiky horses looking left and right in place. The number of these horses is about three hundred, and they must be the trump cards of the cavalry aces, and just looking at these horses can feel the hideous killing aura.

And the murderous spirit in the camp is even stronger.

The Mongolian-style big tent sits in the center, and there are Mongolian military tents in front and back. Mongol soldiers with bows and arrows on their backs and swords on their shoulders entered and exited in groups, and these soldiers exuded a fierce spirit, as if they would draw their swords and cut them out at any time, and those Persian allies cowered and did not dare to approach.

Estimating the actual number, the total number of Mongolian troops is more than 3,000 people. The Persian lords and city lords brought together a huge number of friendly troops, more than 7,000, and the total number of enemy troops was about 10,000. But among the 10,000 people, 7,000 friendly troops are just cannon fodder and not to be feared, and the 3,000 people of the Mongolian army are the biggest threat.

They can fight well, they are tyrannical and fierce, and they are Kublai Khan's trump card troops in his crusades. Except for the Golden Horde, none of them are convinced, and everyone dares to kill. They are not even afraid of death, because they are convinced that after they die on the battlefield, they can return to immortality and enjoy eternal glory and happiness.

It's a terrifying iron army of fanatics.

Such an army is enough to make any enemy fearful.

While he was observing, he only heard the sound of a whining horn suddenly sounding from the camp of the Mongolian army. After hearing the sound of the trumpet, the whole barracks went into action. Columns of sergeants rushed out of the barracks and quickly assembled at the sound of shouting orders.

There seemed to be an infinite murderous aura in the air that erupted all at once, croaking, and the sensitive crow was startled by the murderous aura, and flew up into the air with a panicked scream. As the sun sets, the sunset shines in the river, and the water seems to suddenly turn into flowing blood.

The blood is flowing like a river, and this is not just an imagination, it is very likely to become a reality in no time.

Knock, knock, knock, the deafening sound of the snare drum shook the earth. In the barracks, dozens of strong men were shirtless, sweating like rain, holding heavy drumsticks and smashing the huge war drums of rhinoceros skin with all their might.

Knock, knock, knock, the drums of war were earth-shattering, and the murderous aura also soared into the sky, and the sky seemed to have darkened all of a sudden. The men shouted and the horses neighed, and the army went out of the camp. Infantry, archers, cavalry, front and rear formations are so solemn that it is almost impossible to find an opportunity to take advantage of, and there is obviously a famous general in command.

10,000 people, of course, is inconspicuous in an unreasonable game. But when the 10,000-strong army really spread out in this plain, putting on a posture and preparing to fight, even the onlookers will feel thrilled.

Not to mention, the lonely city that bore the brunt of it.

"Oh no, at this time!" Bandari suddenly changed color: "The Mongol army is going to attack the Acropolis!" (To be continued......

PS: Comrades, everyone should have seen it on TV, the scene of the soldier running across the single-plank bridge, jumping over the wall and jumping into the pit, etc., I have experienced that kind of training in the past two days. I don't feel anything when I watch TV, I always feel that I can be as light as a swallow like this. But not at all. For example, when I stand next to the two-meter pit, I feel like I have a fear of heights again. Jumping to the bottom of the pit and looking up, I even had the idea that I would never be able to climb out in my life. After two days of training, all kinds of tossing, the whole body hurts, there are a lot of blood on the arms (falling, grinding), and I gasp straight when I touch it. Saturday finally had a day off, and I couldn't break it anymore, gritting my teeth and renewing it. I finally realized how hard and not easy it is to train my fellow soldiers. I'm just experiencing it, but it's a lot harder to train. The soldiers who defended their families and the country and endured hardships and sins are indeed worthy of respect and salute.