"What's going on?! What's going on outside the city?! ”

When Shaharu heard the voice, his face was extremely shocked.

You know, he's not hanging out outside, he's inside the Bhutanese Palace.

This part of Central Asia is vast and sparsely populated, so the capital city of Samarkand occupies an extremely vast area, from the imperial palace to the outermost city wall, between these two points, just counting the straight-line distance, this must be at least a dozen kilometers.

At such a distance, the killing shouts could still be heard so clearly, how could it not make Shaharu frightened.

Because of the sound of this intensity, unless there were hundreds of thousands of troops attacking the city outside the city at this moment, it would never have been possible to spread so far.

"There's an army besieging the city?! Is it a military admonition?! ”

Shaharu's first thought was that someone had rebelled.

After all, the Ming Dynasty was so far away, and if he was killed, he would not think of this idea as the arrival of the Ming army.

The three Red Moon Bishops sitting in front of Shaharu were all frowning, obviously they didn't expect such a sudden appearance.

They had obviously just teleported their main force to Jiayuguan through the secret method, and the city was empty.

"Ask Tantin, what's going on?"

Bishop Whitebeard, named Philip, glanced at one of the wizards and spoke.

"Hmm."

The other two, one of them got up, and his body instantly twisted in place, as if it had been sucked into the void bit by bit, and disappeared.

This is one of the witchcraft of the Red Moon Cult, Transfiguration.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, with the Tandin Paladin and his Third Holy Knights to guard the capital, there will be no problems in Samarkand."

Bishop Philip pinched his white beard and said confidently.

Although he was also surprised by the movement outside, he subconsciously didn't feel that much was going on.

Shaharu glanced at Philip, who was calm and calm, and nodded with a smile on the surface, but in his heart he was MMP, and greeted the nineteenth generation of Philip's ancestors seventy, eighty, or ninety times.

I want to pull your uncle's soup! You say it's okay, it's okay? This is not your home! Of course you don't care! If something really happens, won't you just run away?! What can I do?!

At this time, Shaharu felt very nervous in his heart, and had an intuition that a great disaster was coming.

If the capital of Samarkand is overturned, judging from the fate of his lame father in the hands of the Ming army, it is estimated that his new Timur Bhutan will not end much better than the lame.

Even if you don't get your head cut off, it is estimated that the procedure of wiping your neck is indispensable.

As soon as he thought of this, the remorse in Shaharu's heart rose again, he knew that he had come to the capital to be so aggrieved and sad to be this Bhutan, it was really better to go back to the countryside to eat ash and farm.

At this time.

Samarkand, beyond the walls of the city.

There are tens of thousands of artillery pieces, and the cannonballs are in full swing, and the overwhelming shells are frantically slamming towards the walls of Samarkand as if they don't need money.

"Yes, yes, that's all!"

"Straighten the rifling for me!"

"Boom his second uncle!"

This time, Tao Chengdao personally followed the Shenji Battalion to the expedition.

I saw Tao Wanhu walking around in front of the artillery column, instructing the sergeants of the Shenji Battalion from time to time to ensure that every shell could accurately bombard the walls of Samarkand.

From a distance, there was a half-upside-down red light curtain in front of the city wall, blocking the roaring artillery fire.

Every time the artillery fire fell, the red light curtain trembled wildly.

It is obvious that according to the frequency of this bombardment, this red light curtain should not last long, and sooner or later it will be shattered.

At this time, Zhu Di and Lan Yu, the two of them straddled the rear of the artillery array.

The horses they rode were of the same type and color, but they were slightly different in construction.

Lan Yu, as one of the best old men in the Ming Dynasty, is of course an absolutely good horse for him to ride, and he is a sweaty horse.

But his eyes were still full of jealousy and anger, and his eyes swept over the 'good horse' that Zhu Di was riding from time to time, and he had a grudge in his heart, and he made up his mind to let His Majesty the Emperor give him a horse after he went back.

In fact, Zhu Di himself didn't expect that the good horse given to him by His Majesty the Emperor turned out to be a winged one.

When he got the horse, the moment he saw the horse spread its wings, the whole person was immediately petrified in place.

It's just cool.

It's like when you just go out, someone gives you a car, and then the big cow with scissors doors, Zhu Laosi's mood is similar to that.

"Command the battalions and prepare for the siege."

Zhu Di raised his hand and gave a military order.

At the same time, I did not forget to touch the wings of the horse I was riding.

"Don't move."

Zhu Gaoxu, who was beside Zhu Di, curiously reached out and touched the feathers on the horse's wings, and was directly scolded back by Zhu Laosi's sharp eyes.

'Smack'.

Then there was a backhand slap in the face of the arrogant layman who also wanted to pick up the horse's wings.

The arrogant layman covered his face in confusion, looking unwilling, thinking about why the second brother was scolded, and I was slapped.

Lan Yu on the side glanced at Zhu Di's father and son, pursed his lips disdainfully, and then looked at a righteous son beside him, who also passed on the order to attack.

This army seems to be a large group of people together, but in fact it is divided into two groups.

One is the army of the northern border that Zhu Di gathered before and the part of the soldiers who retreated from Jiayu Pass, and the other is the cavalry obtained by Lan Yu's integration of the Northern Yuan soldiers.

When they set off, the two armies were rushing together, but in fact, the military orders came from Zhu Di and Lan Yu respectively.

Both of them are famous generals in the world, and they can see the current fighters at a glance.

In front of him, the capital of the Timurid Empire, the inverted red curtain was almost unsupportable.

Once the light curtain is broken, 10,000 artillery fire will be vented on this city wall in an instant, and with the bearing capacity of this city wall, it is estimated that three or five rounds of bombardment will collapse directly.

When the walls collapse, it's time to launch a general assault.

After giving the order, Zhu Di looked a hundred meters away on the left, where there was a special team, led by Xiao San.

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What this team was wearing was not the armor of ordinary soldiers, but the prison clothes of Xuantian Prison.

For this battle, the more than 170 prisoners who had obtained the power of the origin of the realm spirit all went to the battlefield.

Of course, they all forcibly refined the first wave of Realm Spirit Origin, and their strength basically reached the realm of transforming gods, corresponding to the B-level strength of the Red Moon Sect.

Shi Hao Tang Yi, Ye Fanchen Bei, and the four of them are also among them.

This wave of people is not here to fight hard.

It's more of a trial, to experience what it means to be between life and death, so that their potential can be stimulated, rather than just sticking to paper.

On Xiao San's side, Lin Dong and Han Buli were both standing half a foot in the air.

"I said you two, can you be more down-to-earth?"

Xiao San glanced at Lin Dong and Han Buli, eager to give these two goods a kick.

Since these two people reached the level of refining and could step into the air, as long as they were in front of Xiao San, they had never seen these two people down-to-earth, and they always had to be half a foot off the ground.

"Who still walks on their feet these days."

Lin Dong smiled.

"Yes, it's too troublesome to walk, and people of our level use flying."

Han Buli also smiled.

"You two have to be beaten, and one day you two have to be hung up and beaten."

Xiao San glanced at the two goods, gritted his teeth with a wry smile.

Then he took a deep breath and spoke.

"Thanks to Your Majesty's grace, now the two of you are currently the strongest, if someone of equal strength appears in the future, you must drag people down, and you must not let them interfere with the attack of the army."

Xiao San said in a condensed voice.

"Hmm."

On the matter, Lin Dong and Han Buli also became serious, and they both nodded.

The two of them originally planned to go to the Western world, but since they encountered this battle, they would finish the fight before going.

The eyes of the two were concentrated on the city wall, where stood a man with a burly figure of two meters, covered in bright silver armor, with a full beard, scanning the battlefield.

On the walls of Samarkand.

The Tandin Paladin frowned, his brown eyes scanning the battlefield back and forth.

His Third Holy Knights had done their best to forge a city defense, but the breadth of the walls of Samarkand was too wide, and the thousand paladins under his command could not achieve a long-term defense with complete coverage.

And the intensity of the artillery fire on the opposite side obviously exceeded Tandin's estimate.

"Tanding, Philip asked me to ask you how it is."

Beside Tandin, the void twisted, and black witch robes swirled.

"Not good."

Hearing the word 'Philip', Tandin snorted coldly.

Knights and wizards have never dealt with each other.

No matter where you are, no matter what your situation.

Bang!

The red moon light curtain has a broken place.

The knights in charge of that area fell down in a hurry, and they all vomited blood.

At this scene, Tandin who watched it was even more angry.

On this trip to Timur, the knights dispatched three paladins, while the wizards only came with three old men, and none of the others were sent, which clearly gave the work of sitting in the office to the wizards, and the hard work was handed over to these knights.

Originally, he was going to run this trip, but Tandin was very unhappy, but now that he encountered this incident, the resentment towards the wizard in his heart was even stronger, and he wanted to directly pull out all the white beard on Philip's face.

"Go and tell Philip that Lao Tzu will only hold out until tomorrow morning, and if he can't figure it out tomorrow morning, Lao Tzu will lead someone to withdraw."

Tandin said coldly.

The coordination of knights and wizards on the battlefield is also simple.

Tanding is giving Philip one night to surprise the commander of the opponent's enemy, as long as the opponent's commander is killed, then the opponent's army will naturally retreat.

"I see."

The bishop who had come to deliver the message nodded, and then 'Shapeshift' left.

After the wizard is gone.

Tandin reached out and took the helmet from the guards beside him and put it on top of his head.

"Open the gates."

The voice is full of murderous intent.

Blind defense has never been his style.

"Let Timur's army rush first, use them as shields, and cover us to kill the opponent's army!"

Tandin's voice was cold, and in his words, the hundreds of thousands of defenders of Timur were just some cannon fodder meat shields, which could be discarded indifferently.

"Yes."

The knight who received the order quickly gave the order.

I saw that above the continuous city, all the knights in silver armor turned around and went down to the city tower.

About after tea time.

The seven gates of Samarkand opened in unison.

Hundreds of thousands of Timur's soldiers began to rush out.

Of course, the Ming artillery fire will not stop in the slightest.

One shell after another fell on these Timur soldiers, like flowers, and exploded into stumps and severed arms in pieces.

And after the artillery charge.

The Daming Iron Army is also ready to rush and kill.

Among them, the team led by Xiao San, everyone's eyes were not on those charging Timur soldiers, but on the extremely bright silver-armored troops behind Timur's massive army.

……………………

Emperor Ming Dynasty, Ying Tianfu.

The difference in time zones, the current Ming Dynasty is already a warm sun.

A new day has arrived, and the wind and the sun are beautiful.

Zhu Xiongying sat on the fishing platform by the Taiye Pond, not fishing, just looking at the scenery.

He was pondering a question.

If he wants to leave this world, after he gets out, what will happen to this world?

What about people in this world? What to do with your own wives?

"Ask me, where is this big world of your master, where is it now?"

Zhu Xiongying suddenly thought.

Previously, in the Lingxiao Hall of those three islands, I saw the true body of the realm lord.

But, here's the problem.

Doesn't the small world exist within its own dantian?!

Like Zhu Xiongying's small world, since the moment of birth, it exists in the dantian, and can he still put his own body into his dantian?

This operation feels strange no matter how you listen to it.

The surface of the water, drawing a long arc.

The fish in the front, and the teacher Cang in the back.

"Little master, your imagination is really too expensive!"

Teacher Cang smiled and hugged a small goldfish and floated up from the water.

"When you reach the realm of Da Luo Qiankun, you will be able to open up your own space, and the world of the old master is stored in the space of the old master."

'Da Luo Qiankun Realm. ’

Zhu Xiongying couldn't help but feel a headache when he thought of these realms.

If you really want to count it now, it's just a half-fold realm of creation, and there are ten realms in this realm of creation, and after the ten realms of creation, it is the Great Luo Qiankun Realm, but this Great Luo Qiankun Realm is still divided into several realms.

"Little master, when are you going to swallow that guy?"

"Swallow that person, you can reach the first level of creation, and you can leave this world and go out for a walk."

"I haven't been out in a long, long time..."

Teacher Cang held the fish and floated on Zhu Xiongying's shoulder.

It can be seen that this sword spirit also wants to leave this world.

This world, for ordinary people, is vast and vast.

But for the outside world, it's just a drop in the ocean, and the corners of the real world are not even the corners.