Song Yun joined the warriors of the Jishuo tribe and rushed towards Huaishui together.

As he walked, he soon got to know several of the clan's leaders.

The strongest of them is the patriarch Shan Li, in the early stage of the martial saint, with dark skin, wearing simple leather armor, carrying Changge, revealing a pair of thick and powerful arms.

It was he who took the initiative to shout and win over Song Yun.

The other five minor leaders are all in the Grandmaster Realm.

Song Yun looked around, there were only more than a hundred people in this team in total, but the average strength was extremely strong, and the weakest were all in the Innate Realm.

It is already very good to be able to come up with more than 100 innate and five grandmasters.

During the chat, it was learned that the Jishuo tribe had responded to many calls.

On average, they have to fight with Heaven every ten years, and this "tradition" has continued for nearly 10,000 years.

Tens of thousands of people died on the front lines.

Even so, the Jishuo tribe actively participated in the conscription and went all out to oppose the Heavenly Court.

In the words of the patriarch Shan Li, there are more clansmen who have been bewitched by Heavenly Court over the years than those who have died on the battlefield!

Once you take refuge in Heaven and become a believer, you only have immortals in your eyes, and you no longer have the concept of tribes and relatives.

These believers are not honest.

Either drag other people into the water, or steal precious belongings and flee to the south.

What's more, they will assassinate the clan leader, set fire, poison it...... Drain the power of the clan in a variety of ways.

Therefore, when it comes to Heavenly Court, these people all grit their teeth.

"My own brother became a believer in Heaven the year before last." Shan Li looked straight ahead, and there was a trace of complex emotions hidden in the depths of his eyes.

"When he tried to escape, his father found him."

"He killed his father."

"Kill a grandmaster with the innate realm, because my father still doesn't believe that he will do it."

Shan Li said, his face gradually turned cold, and suddenly turned back to the warriors and shouted:

"All believers are enemies, no matter what their previous identity was, never let your guard down!"

"Your comrades-in-arms may also be bewitched, once you find something abnormal, call for help immediately, don't hesitate!"

"Understood!" The crowd shouted in unison.

In fact, everyone understands this truth, but when it really happens to you, you will inevitably have a bit of luck when you see your relatives and friends who have become believers.

It was this fluke psychology that made many masters capsize in the gutter.

"Can Heavenly Court directly bewitch our soldiers on the battlefield?" Song Yun frowned and asked.

"Generally, it doesn't work, but it also depends on what level of Heavenly Court believers make a move." Shan Li recalled, a hint of horror flashing in his eyes.

"Back then, His Majesty the Yellow Emperor's beloved disciples were surrounded by the Heavenly Court, and the Venerable of the late stage of the dignified Martial Saint was directly bewitched by the Reincarnation Immortal Venerable and became a heavenly general."

"If the two gods and three immortals attack us, no one can stop them, but fortunately, the immortals have the emperor to contain them, and they have no time to deal with us mortals."

As he spoke, he glanced at the white-robed young man beside him again.

Along the way, the patriarch Shan Li has been walking side by side with Song Yun, chatting from time to time, looking enthusiastic, but in fact, there is also a sense of vigilance.

After all, Song Yun claimed to be a loose cultivator with no origin, and this identity was really not reassuring.

And as if he didn't know anything, he asked this and that.

Shan Li regretted it a little, and wondered if it was the right decision to pull this young man into the gang.

"Ahem, Song Xuan." Shan Li shouted Song Yun's self-reported name.

Emperor Xuan disappeared for tens of thousands of years, and most people thought that there were only four emperors in the north. Some people have heard of Emperor Xuan, but they don't know the name.

Therefore, at this time, the patriarch Shan Li had not yet connected this young grandmaster with the emperor of the Weizhen side, and was still speaking tentatively:

"Since you are a casual cultivator and are not subject to the conscription order, why should you come here and take risks?"

Song Yun smiled, "Under the nest, how many eggs are there?" ”

"If this battle is lost, Heavenly Court rules the Central Plains, and everyone has to kneel down and worship immortals, how can I live a free life?"

"Under the nest, there are no eggs...... That's a good thing to say. Shan Li sighed.

His suspicion of Song Yun was slightly less.

At least it doesn't look like someone from Heaven.

The team of more than 100 people advanced extremely fast, walking quickly with bags on their backs, and traveling thousands of miles a day.

The Jishuo tribe has received many call-ups and has long had experience, and only a small elite force was dispatched in the first wave.

With fewer people, there is less pressure on logistics and supplies, and the movement is fast, so it is not easy to be targeted by Heavenly Court.

On the other hand, elite fighters are also more survivable on the battlefield.

Two days later, they approached the edge of the Huaishui battlefield.

The closer you get to the battlefield, the more tribal warriors will come to respond to the call, and teams will begin to camp and rest on the spot, waiting for follow-up arrangements.

These tribal warriors camped, not as standardized as the armies of later generations, and just built a few straw huts and fences, which was considered a camp.

Some of the soldiers believed that they were so strong that they didn't even have a straw hut, so they wrapped themselves in blankets and lay down on the grass and fell asleep.

Although the discipline is loose, the strength of the people who come is not bad, generally at least the realm of a fourth-order martial artist, the third-order is rare, and the first- and second-order can't be seen at all.

Song Yun has fully understood in the past two days that this is indeed an era of national cultivation.

At the age of six, children begin to practice martial arts, hunting, and fighting, and they often have second- and third-order martial arts cultivation in their teens.

Although the population of each tribe is not large, it is not difficult to transfer dozens or hundreds of martial arts masters.

Several large clans close to the Yellow Emperor directly dispatched thousands of elite warriors, including three martial saints and twenty or thirty grandmasters.

The team of the Jishuo tribe is inside, barely able to rank to the middle and upper levels.

"Woo-"

Someone sat in front of the grass hut, took out the pottery, and played loudly.

On the green plain on the north bank of Huaishui, the desolate tune echoes in the wind.

The sturdy warriors strode forward and sang:

"Emperor Yu Xingshi, repair my spear. How can you say that you have no clothes? ...... with the Son"

"Captain Ge Xi wears rhino armor......"

Tribes from all over the world came together, speaking with different accents and singing different tunes, but all with the same passion.

Boom Boom –

In the direction of the front line, there were already bursts of sonic booms, like thunder on dry land.

"Emperor Zun has made a move!" Someone cheered loudly.

At the beginning of the smoke and dust, a large group of Tsing Yi people holding array flags, talismans and other magic weapons, passed through the side of the Jishuo tribe, and then went straight to the battlefield.

"Qishan Dao Palace is here!" Another cheer.

In this era, Taoism is a rare thing, and there are basically only witch doctors in various tribes.

The witch doctor is the core of the clan, and the patriarch is reluctant to bring them into battle unless they are forcibly drafted.

Qingdi Taizhu's Qishan Dao Palace, on the other hand, brings together the largest number of Dao cultivators in the north and is an important force on the battlefield.

At this time, the morale of the allied forces of the northern tribes was high, and they gathered in the area on the north bank of Huaishui, dancing with knives and guns, cheers and singing one after another.

There are also people playing wrestling, wrestling, and jousting in front of the camp, which attracts crowds of onlookers and applause.

Song Yun was not so optimistic, and roughly counted that the total number of soldiers in this group of conscripts was less than 50,000.

Although they are all elites, the number is too small, and a second batch may be recruited.

He pressed his hand to the ground, felt a slight tremor from the south, and groaned silently.

I'm afraid there are quite a few Heavenly Soldiers dispatched by Heavenly Court this time.

It's going to be a tough battle.

Orders kept coming from the front line, and it was the Yellow Emperor who was giving orders, mobilizing troops to the front.

By evening, there were only 10,000 remaining tribal warriors, most of whom had been transferred.

Those who remain also have the task of patrolling around, guarding the rear, and protecting supply lines.

The Jishuo tribe is among them.

This is also considered lucky, there is no need to go to the front line at the beginning, but several leaders in the clan are muttering, obviously a little dissatisfied.

Staying in the rear, there is no merit.

Only by killing the enemy on the front line can you get the reward of the Yellow Emperor and get more cultivation resources and more land.

Patriarch Shan Li also complained: "Even the Martial Saint is not allowed to go to the front line, is it really not in the eyes of Heavenly Court?" ”

"When you first start fighting, you naturally don't put all the cards on it." Song Yun said with a smile, "After all, the front line is dangerous, and it is not bad to contribute in the rear." ”

Shan Li sighed, "This time, in addition to fighting, I also have a purpose - to find the younger brother who killed his father and rebelled against the clan." ”

"How to find it in the back, maybe this bastard will die on the front line today."

Song Yun: "What about after you find it?" What are you going to do? ”

Shan Li was silent for a long time, and suddenly picked up the long ge in his hand.

"Naturally, it's killing! After killing, take the body back and bury it. ”

"Only when he dies is my own brother!"

Then he turned and walked into the distance.

"Don't talk about that, let's patrol first!"

More than 100 people from the Jishuo tribe came up with Hulala, plus Song Yun, and walked west along the Huaishui together.

As the night deepened, you could see the flickering fires on the other side of the river.

Some were lit by torches, while others were explosions of spells, like fireworks, flying in all directions.

The shouts of killing could be heard from a distance of ten miles, and from time to time there was a loud sound of Venerable Ones fighting each other.

The battle on the front line was in full swing, and there was also a hint of tension in the rear. Many warriors of the Jishuo tribe hurried away without speaking.

Shan Li calmed down his emotions, looked back and saw this scene, and immediately reprimanded:

"Patrols are meant to make you walk? Raise your heads and take a closer look around to see if there are any anomalies! ”

A group of people hurriedly looked up, their eyes wide open, and looked around in the drowsy night.

None of them are good at night vision, and even if there is torch lighting, they can't see far.

Song Yun walked beside Shan Li, still disguised as the Grandmaster realm, and in order to avoid exposure, he did not take the initiative to release his perception.

However, with only passive eyes and ears, he can also observe farther than these warriors.

At this time, the east wind was blowing, blowing forward from behind them, and the smell of blood from the front line was faintly in the air.

and a hint of ...... Dangerous breath.

I thought it was just a routine patrol, but as Song Yun walked, he always felt that something was wrong.

"There's movement ahead."

"What!" Shan Li hurriedly rose into the air and raised his eyes to look ahead.

On the banks of Huaishui, the terrain is dominated by plains, with only a small number of hills, woods and bushes, and nothing unusual is seen.

Because of the war, the people had already fled, and there was no sign of people nearby.

After a long time, he slowly landed and shook his head, "There is no problem." ”

Several leaders nearby booed, and they were all taken aback, and at this moment they couldn't help but count down Song Yundao:

"Our patriarch is a martial saint powerhouse, he didn't even notice the abnormality, what can you find? Don't make a fuss. ”

Someone else felt tired and said:

"This patrol is almost over, let's go back and rest immediately."

"Well, tomorrow maybe I'll be on the front line, go to bed early and save up your energy."

"Nope." Song Yun insisted on his opinion, "Put out all the torches, and if you go twenty miles further, there must be a problem." ”

This time, even Shan Li refused:

"Our task is to patrol as far as fifty miles west of the camp, and then go further, wasting time and violating military orders."

"Besides, I don't see any movement in the first twenty miles."

A leader next to him was dissatisfied: "It's dark, and you still want to extinguish the torch?" This is too nonsense, you follow us on patrol, don't mess around. ”

Song Yun shook his head, "Since you don't want to, then I'll go by myself." ”

With that, he threw the torch to the others and strode forward.

"It's-"

Shan Li frowned, not knowing what was wrong with this young man, he had to run forward.

Did you really find something?

He couldn't help but be a little skeptical of his judgment.

Twenty miles away, it was night, and even with the eyes of the martial saint, it was difficult to see it really.

But he couldn't even see it clearly, how did this grandmaster find out?

"Patriarch......" Several leaders looked over, "Leave this person alone, let's go back first." ”

After thinking about it, Shan Li decided to be more cautious.

"You go back first, at least there is no danger along the way, I'll go to the front with Song Xuan to investigate."

"If we haven't returned after an hour, report it immediately."

"No." Seeing that the patriarch had made a decision, these leaders could only return with the warriors.

Shan Li sighed lightly, quickly caught up with Song Yun, imitated him, hid his breath, put away his footsteps, and quietly rushed forward.

He always felt that the origin of this "Song Xuan" was mysterious, and it was by no means an ordinary casual cultivation, and when he saw this sneaking kung fu at this moment, he believed in his own judgment in his heart.

The twenty-mile journey, with the foot strength of two martial arts masters, was quickly completed.

Song Yun lay on the ground, his ears on the ground, and pretended to listen.

In fact, he doesn't need to do this at all, he just needs to do a full set of plays, and the grandmaster doesn't have such a strong perception ability.

Seeing this, Shan Li did the same, listening to the movement from the ground, his face gradually changed.

Dense rustling and rustling sounds were everywhere, as if covering the whole land.

It's a lot of enemies on the move!

Shan Li couldn't help but raise his head and look into the distance under the night.

The plain is still the empty plain.

But he could already see that a large area of ground in the distance was slightly arched and squirming.

After a pause, he understood.

It's tens of thousands of enemies lying on the ground, crawling side by side, their crests draped in wild grass on their backs, blending in with the environment.

The bodies that are connected together are actually disguised as the ground!

In this way, even if the Martial Saint looked at it from a high altitude, he couldn't find the abnormality from a distance.

Tens of thousands of enemy troops, no one spoke, no one fell, no one disrupted the rhythm of crawling.

This kind of terrifying discipline can only be done by the heavenly soldiers of the Heavenly Court!

Shan Li only felt the scalp tingle.

If it weren't for Song Yun, their patrol would go back directly.

By the early hours of the morning, this enemy army of tens of thousands of people had successfully lurked in the rear!