Chapter 650 The Last Martial God Volume

The god jīng is not in good shape. [Full text reading] e^ Look at everyone's squeaks, give me a little encouragement.

One gray and one black, two martial emperors.

From killing the king together, it suddenly changed to fighting each other, it was really sudden, and people were at a loss.

The one in black is a rogue, and who is the one in gray?

After thinking about it for a moment or two, Wang Ce smacked his lips, sensed dozens of miles, and sensed the breath of several Martial Emperors, obviously helping the heart of war.

Thinking about it carefully, Wang Ce flew away in mid-air, glowing with a soft blue aura, and clasped his fists around: "You have a heart, Wang appreciates." ”

In the dark winter night, several voices floated from different directions: "Brother Heavenly Demon, I'll go back first." ”

Wang Ce smiled kindly, said goodbye to a few Martial Emperors who had no face, and saw a dark red light coming in a blink of an eye. Wang Ce was awe-inspiring, raised his head and raised his hand, and in an instant, he was tempted by his own hands in mid-air!

One trick to learn, the comer stopped, and he was a man in brocade, with a handsome face like a peerless beauty, but it was a máo hole that seemed to be full of blood.

The brocade-clothed man smiled softly, and a chilling blood qi came to his face, and his voice was fierce: "Down, Zhongzhou Xue Tianzi!"

Wang Ce was taken aback, shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "It turned out to be the Purple Blood Heavenly Son!

The age of the purple-blooded emperor is not very old, about eighty years old, but his face looks young, he is really handsome and unparalleled, and if he makes a little omission, he will look like a peerless beauty: "I am me, they are them." ”

The purple-blooded emperor smiled: "Being a man should be done as you want, dare to do it, then you can be happy." ”

Wang Ce smiled, this murderous purple-blooded emperor actually has an interesting side, but he doesn't know that if he is not a heavenly demon and wants to see the smiling face of the purple-blooded emperor, it is even unlikely.

He stretched out his hand and gestured, "Please!"

Flying down with the Purple-Blooded Son, Wang Ce asked the Eight Dragons to settle down, received the Purple-Blooded Son, and went to deal with military affairs on his own.

The arrival of the Purple-blooded Son of Heaven and the company of Wang Ce is a fairly clear signal.

Wang Ce was sensitive and read the taste.

He is the banner of rebellion against the human emperor, and the arrival of the purple-blooded emperor is an expected thing, this is the first, just because the purple-blooded emperor has always been known for his decisiveness, so he came decisively and became the first.

The Purple Blood Son is the first, and he will come intermittently later. Of course, people from all walks of life who intend to rebel against the emperor will not rashly stand in line, and they will always have to think carefully before making decisions one after another.

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Defeated.

In the winter night, countless Shangyang soldiers and servant soldiers were all dejected under the supervision of the Northern Tang Army, lined up, and took turns to throw a weapon and armor in a large open space.

In a short time, more than 20 hills were piled up.

Defeated. Defeated. This idea of extinguishing all hope and morale, like the devil, desperately lingers in the hearts of the soldiers, and keeps tearing at the most painful places in their hearts like grinding their hearts.

From daytime to now, it is exactly the scene of twelve hours of the day.

The Shangyang Army has no cannon fodder corps, no main battle spirit army, which is equivalent to a whole day of continuous high-intensity combat, and the officers and men of the Shangyang Army are already physically and mentally exhausted.

Many soldiers threw away their weapons and armor, and then followed them to the makeshift prisoner of war camp like a walking corpse, and lay down directly in the tent, and then fell asleep.

It's so tiring.

Not to mention the Shangyang Army, the officers and soldiers of the Northern Tang Army are also exhausted. If it weren't for the good news of the victory, it would suddenly be like a stimulant to lift the jīng god, but I am afraid that many people will also fall asleep automatically with their weapons.

The middle road and the west road are crowded with people, and the dense crowds are crowded.

Wang Ce personally led the civil and military generals of the base camp to inspect the Chinese and Western roads one after another, and saw that many soldiers were tired, and said on his behalf: "Pay attention to the warmth of the soldiers and prisoners of war, don't freeze." ”

"Secondly, these weapons have been put away one after another. ”

The military counselor, as an assistant, did the work that these generals were impatient to deal with personally, and nodded again and again.

Wang Ce emphasized: "Also, the officers and men of our army have been fighting for a day in a row, and they are very tired. Pay attention to the arrangement, take turns to rest, and don't tire the soldiers. ”

There are really a lot of military affairs waiting for Wang Ce to take over.

Just the surrender of the Shangyang Middle Route Army and the West Route Army, which is related to the handling of almost 400,000 people, must be carefully sorted out.

People eat, horses chew, wear, live, and keep warm. Collecting, cleaning and storing all kinds of weapons and armor, and all kinds of large and medium-sized war tools.

No matter what it is, if the scale exceeds 10,000, it is a mén threshold, and ordinary generals can handle it, and if it exceeds 100,000, it is another mén threshold, and it is bound to require high-ranking generals. More than 500,000, it is really not something that ordinary people can manage.

Management alone can be troublesome. What's more, there is still a fight. Otherwise, why are there very few famous generals who can command an army of more than 500,000 people?

Thanks to the space treasures, there is not much pressure on logistics management.

Wang Ce had to babble on some important matters, and at the end, he once again emphasized coldly: "Without my order, whoever dares to kill a prisoner, I will copy him." ”

After the war, the tail sweep was quite trivial.

Fortunately, Wang Ce has a few military counselors, and he only needs to go down on his behalf.

When Wang Ce saw the Purple Blood Son of Heaven, he went back to the camp first, planted his head on the g, and fell asleep with a snort. Anyway, working overtime is really annoying.

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The sound of human voices, horses' hooves, weapons, armor, and cheers will be combined into a sound làng, almost opening the sky.

After two days of taking turns to rest and recuperate, the body and mind of the Northern Tang Army recovered all of a sudden, boosted their morale, and cheered loudly for victory.

Wang Ce was dressed in a purple and gold military uniform and wore a purple and gold crown, which just looked very heroic.

Walking slowly from the tent, admiring the elated appearance of these soldiers, Wang Ce chuckled, and suddenly felt that no matter how bitter the previous war was, even if it was just to win this scene, it was probably worth it.

Victory is always the most inspiring.

Wang Ce burst into happiness, his steps became brisk, and he came to a camp tent, picked up and walked in.

Fu Xiwen sat cross-legged and didn't say a word. Wang Ce smiled and sat cross-legged on the side of the bookcase: "The war is over. ”

Fu Xiwen looked directly: "This time, as long as there are people, the war will never stop." ”

Wang Ce smiled: "No matter what, it's always a good thing." ”

Fu Xiwen nodded silently and looked at some snow on Wang Ce's hair shoulders: "It's snowing outside?"

"It snowed the night before. These two days, on and off. Wang Ce patted the snow off his body.

Fu Xiwen nodded, stood up, brought a small stove, took a teapot and snow water, and melted it in it: "Knowing that you are coming, I have prepared a product of my treasured Xuefeng tea for you." Wang Ce nodded in appreciation.

"The war is over. Fu Xiwen used Wang Ce's mouth: "Since Your Majesty became the emperor of the people, Shangyang has been invincible, and this is the first big defeat." "It was also a time when it was decided to xìng.

"Many people, the head of the Military Aircraft Academy, the cabinet and the auxiliary government, and even the six ministries, have advised Your Majesty not to rush north. ”

Wang Ce smiled lightly: "It's not good to say, it's good to go north from the north, and it's a good strategy to fight steadily." ”

The water in the teapot provoked, Fu Xiwen shook his head: "I support going north." In the battle of the unification of the human emperor, the opponent of the three human emperors is the Great Law. Shangyang must dominate Dongzhou in the shortest possible time, and it is an adventure to go north, but I think it is necessary. ”

"Haizhou is too small and too partial, Zhongzhou is too húnluàn, in fact, the pattern of Dongzhou is also very Wen Emperor became the emperor of Zhongzhou, but the countries of Zhongzhou have a strong style, and they have fallen into a bitter war so far.

"Shangyang, North Tang, one south and one north. His expression was very complicated, and he suddenly said seriously: "Shangyang has no chance, right?" Behind his seriousness, there is a deep sadness.

Wang Ce shook his head calmly, the battle between the north and the south was a battle that decided xìng. Shangyang loses, what loses is the hegemony of Dongzhou, what loses is the development space, and the future Dongzhou will be the Northern Tang Dynasty.

Fu Xiwen looked at the small stove sadly: "Dongning ......"

"Dongning's participation in the war was just a small accident. Wang Ce coldly put an end to Fu Xiwen's luck.

Fu Xiwen struggled: "Killing prisoners, it was the emperor of the Northern Tang Dynasty who planted it for you, you commanded three-quarters of the troops of the Northern Tang Dynasty, and achieved the most important victory in the Northern Tang Dynasty, your prestige, your power, the emperor will ......"

Wang Ce directly destroyed his reverie: "The emperor of the Northern Tang Dynasty is Gu Bo. Gu Bo is a descendant of the Martial God. I am also a descendant of the Martial God, and I should have been surnamed Gu. ”

Fu Xiwen shouted in shock, was silent for a long time, and his voice was hoarse: "I understand." Can't hide the sadness: "It seems that losing this battle and losing the battle for hegemony in Shangyang is inevitable." ”

The water boiled, Fu Xiwen suddenly aged a few years, haggard twisted the snow-white tea leaves, and sprinkled them into it. He took it and poured two cups of tea, he took one, motioned, and drank it in one gulp.

Choking, perhaps, he coughed.

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Savage five continents, somewhere.

An absolutely hidden mountainside, and the brilliant brilliance burst out from the various holes and crevices in the mountainside, bursting with sharp sword qi in an instant.

In the belly of the mountain, there are countless tunnels, and in one of the more spacious spaces, a man in white slowly carries a sword dripping with blood, surrounded by more than ten corpses: "Lord, there are not many gods here, is it really the nest of the Divine Grace Society?"

Before the person appeared, a series of coughing sounds had already returned to the belly of Dàng Mountain: "Big brother, this will naturally not be fake." However, there are not many gods, but there are some strange things. ”

"Lord, Gu Yin, come here. In the countless corridors, there was a shout, if Wang Ce was there, he would definitely be able to recognize it as the sound of Fei drinking blood.

Gu Bo and Gu Yin shuttled through the road together. Soon, they came to another spacious underground space, and followed Fei Blood's shouts to a hidden stone chamber.

Gu Feng and a middle-aged man with half-gray hair also arrived.

The walls of the stone chamber were cut down several layers, and a hidden mechanism dòngxùe appeared on the walls. Fei drank blood and didn't touch the contents inside.

Gu Bo was in a mood jīdàng, coughing more and more, strolling over, opening the small dòngxùe, and taking out the things inside.

Gu Feng in black, Gu Yin in white, middle-aged man who drank blood and had half-gray hair, clenched his fists hard. Something is finally available.

Gu Bo's slow friction scroll, the unique material, allowed him not to unfold it, and knew that this was what he had always wanted.

Looking at the other half of the scroll in his hand, Gu Bo raised his head and laughed: "This half scroll was used by us to throw bricks back then. After 30 years of going around and around, it finally came back to me. ”

Gu Feng and the other four laughed proudly: "Congratulations to the Lord!"

Gu Bo was full of joy and couldn't help laughing!

A semi-martial god scroll of the Divine Grace Society finally fell into his hands.