In a dark forest, the air is thin, and a desolate and dilapidated castle stands majestically, surrounded by sticky, wriggling barnacles.

But instead of bringing a sense of fear, it makes the blood boil faintly all over the body.

Abyss Castle!

The blessed land of the Heavenly Dao, the empire rose because of it.

The barbarian emperor dressed in a sacrificial dragon robe stood quietly, followed by the twelve judges of the center.

"Are you ready?" An old woman in a wedding dress walked out of the castle, one step at a time.

"I drove the expedition in person, and swore to suppress the Eastern Tu Hannu to the death!" The barbarian emperor made a loud noise, and looked up to see the castle figures looking down on him.

"Beth, how many soldiers and horses are there in Dongtu?" The old woman in the wedding dress looked at the female inquisitor in charge of intelligence gathering.

The latter took a few steps forward and replied respectfully:

"Including the logistics people, there are a total of 1.3 million, and 700,000 soldiers who can fight."

"How many troops is the Empire ready to send?" The old woman in the wedding dress turned her eyes to the barbarian emperor.

"Four hundred and fifty thousand is enough, the advantage is in the empire." The Barbarian Emperor's tone was calm, but he exuded strong confidence.

The Battle of Xishu has proved the gap in combat power between the two sides, and the empire has reached the four Han slaves in the Central Plains, and it has the advantage of fighting at home.

"Six hundred thousand." The old woman in the wedding dress said coldly.

The face under the Barbarian Emperor's mask froze.

He wanted to regain his prestige with a hearty victory, but he didn't expect the abyss to question his leadership ability so much.

The judges were also slightly embarrassed.

"Yes." The barbarian's voice was hoarse.

"The enemy is outside the country, and the Han slaves cannot be allowed to set foot on the territory of the empire." The old lady in the wedding dress has a tough attitude, which is almost a clear bottom line.

"I am also this strategy, but ......" the barbarian emperor paused and said in a deep voice:

"But that madman is so abominable and uncontrollable!

”

The atmosphere was silent.

The judges looked at each other, feeling helpless.

There is no way, it is impossible to let millions of Han slaves advance into the Western Regions and show off their power in the territory of the empire.

Since he wants to defeat the Central Plains at the Yumen Pass, then the back will be given to Gu Changan, this person is the biggest tumor in the Western Regions!

"It's impossible for a crazy person to get out of the city, don't worry about him sneaking up on the rear, and don't divide your troops to take care of him."

The old woman in the wedding dress looked calm, but reminded her emphatically:

"Leave him alone!"

The barbarian emperor snorted, the slashing of the saint has already caused the morale of the empire to plummet, and he can't make any more trouble before the battle.

To put it mildly, even if two saints were sent to chop up the madman, it would only arouse the anger of the Central Plains, and then invisibly increase the combat power.

If the madman hadn't died, the Central Plains would have been even more combative.

For the empire, no matter what, it is a failure, and the best way is to ignore Gu Chang'an for the time being.

"How many saints are you going to dispatch?" The old woman in the wedding dress continued to ask.

"Eighteen!" The Barbarian Emperor did not hesitate.

"There are only nine martial arts saints in Dongtu." The old woman frowned deeply.

The Barbarian Emperor looked at the female judge.

Beth explains:

"Thirty years ago, a hermit in the Central Plains who surrendered to the empire revealed—"

"There is a killer feature in the Central Plains, called the "Hundred Schools of Thought" formation, which is said to be a joint casting of Confucianism, Taoism, Law, Mo and other hundreds of schools of thought to open the ancestral ceremony. ”

"Ancestor, please?" The old woman was confused.

"It's not a certain person, but the ancestral will of the Central Plains, the hermit said it mysteriously and strangely......" Beth was not sure in her tone.

A hint of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the other judges, and the contention of a hundred schools of thought sounded terrifying.

"If you can't be on guard, let's just eighteen martial arts saints." The old woman in the wedding dress bowed her head, and then stared at the barbarian emperor's double child, and said sternly:

"Either you will forge glory or you will meet destruction, Tuobali, it's time for you to turn a new page."

The inquisitors' expressions were solemn, and this sentence was the most appropriate way to describe the crown of the gods.

His Majesty's reign can be described as mediocre, when the lonely city was exposed, sixty-four years of basins were buckled on his head, and Gu Madman caused humiliation to the people of the empire, His Majesty also became a scapegoat.

It stands to reason that he can compete for the worst king since the founding of the country, but the crown has a chance to turn over.

Battle for the Western Regions!

If it is a big victory, the Central Plains will basically be destroyed, and it will only be a matter of time before it is annexed.

At that time, there will be no supreme halo under the crown, even if he is mediocre and incompetent in the later stage of his reign, he will definitely be an emperor through the ages by virtue of the glory of destroying the land of Shenzhou.

The Barbarian Emperor knew the importance of this battle to him, so he made another request:

"I want a vial of doom blood to spread doom through the Yumen Pass and affect the night rest of millions of Hannu."

The old woman looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and vetoed:

"The Abyss has only collected three and a half bottles so far."

The blood of doom was enough to destroy one or two saints, but when it was used on an army of millions, the effect was diluted to a minimal.

The barbarian emperor did not compromise this time, but said firmly:

"This battle is a protracted battle, and it is by no means a day or two that can determine the victory or defeat, and the Hannu can't sleep well at night, and the combat ability is halved."

"I want to minimize my losses."

He is gambling with his life in this battle, and he must ask for treasure from the abyss.

The old woman in the wedding dress was silent for a long time, then turned and walked into the castle:

"Follow me."

The Barbarian Emperor followed.

The closer you get to the viscous castle, the more eerie the aura becomes, and you can faintly see a blood moon hanging high in the dome, and the moonlight reflects the figures like the abyss and the sea.

In fact, he was quite disgusted with these old monsters in his heart, none of them had a sense of family and country, and they did not pity the people of the empire at all, and accepted the gifts of the abyss, but did not fulfill the responsibility of protecting the empire.

How many saints are there in the castle?

If all of them had stepped into the Eastern Soil, the Nine Saints of the Eastern Soil would have been completely cut off.

But this group of people took care of their own Tianmen dream, but they were afraid that the decline of the empire would lead to the sinking of the abyss, so they threatened and intimidated the center all day long.

Empire scum!

"Whoa." The old woman in the wedding dress went and returned, handing over the eyeball pendant in her palm.

The barbarian emperor carefully put it away, and then heard hoarse voices from all directions:

"Draw your sword!"

"Draw your sword!"

In the center of the castle is a blood-colored altar, and a rusty curved sword is stuck diagonally on the pedestal.

The Barbarian Emperor took a deep breath and slowly walked to the altar with a reverent gaze, gently grasping the hilt of the carved cross.

Boom!

The sword of the gods, which symbolized the supreme power of the empire, left the pedestal, and the barbarian emperor suppressed his agitation and strode out of the castle.

The eastern soil of Shenzhou will tremble under his sword!

Including lunatics who are both hateful and stupid!

Are you waiting for reinforcements from the East? Are you praying for the East to receive the territory?

Don't!

There will definitely be a lot of people in the lonely city, but that's the Imperial Heavenly Soldiers!

I will step on your head and look at you condescendingly:

"Hello, Hannu."

Chop off your head with a sword and end your pathetic mission.

Outside the castle, sensing the fierce momentum under the crown of the gods, the twelve inquisitors suddenly felt excited, like sharks dormant in the sea.

It's starting to smell blood!

……

In the early morning, the white fog is vast, and at the Jiayu Pass at the west end of the Great Wall, the army covers the sky and the sun with flags, and rolls like a torrent in the direction of Yumen Pass.

"Yellow Nest." A chariot with the word "Zhao" hanging high slowly stopped, and the general of the scar sword looked at the young man twenty zhang away.

The young man in silver armor and red helmet rode a black and shiny horse, and the guards carried the banner of "Rushing General".

The Central Plains court did not have this official position at all, and it was obviously self-appointed.

"The surname Qi, do you want to arrest me on the spot?" A young man named Huang Chao rode his horse and reined in the reins of his horse.

"I didn't expect you to come." Zikerang's face was expressionless, and he glanced at the black soldier, "I also brought all the family background." ”

That's right, Huang Chao is his tired old opponent, and he is also Zhao Di's most famous rebel.

It's as slippery as a loach, and it can't be cleaned, and the military department has also arranged a large army to guard against Huang Chao taking advantage of the weakness, which Cheng thought that this person would appear on the road to the Western Regions.

"I'd rather die in battle than be a slave to the country, my Huang Chao is also a bloody man, and I can move the three-foot Qingfeng!"

Huang Chao glanced at him contemptuously, but he was not afraid.

In the text of the Seven Kingdoms' war against the barbarians, it has been emphasized that the internal contradictions should be temporarily frozen and the past suspicions should be relieved and united to fight against the barbarians.

Zike bowed his head, he knew very well that Huang Chao was careful about his thoughts, in addition to national righteousness, he also had the selfishness to gain fame.

The Battle of the Western Regions is an opportunity for the Central Plains to rise again, and it is also a stage for military generals to make a name for themselves.

"Dare to ask if there is a poem?" Zikerang suddenly teased, which can be regarded as easing the incompatible relationship between the two.

This guy was talented when he was five years old, and the sentence "If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will be rewarded with peach blossoms" is famous in China.

"Wine!" Huang Chao waved his hand heroically and took a bowl of clear green ant wine, but he didn't think about it after brewing for a long time, he burst into a foul mouth:

"Fuck you!"

Zike laughed, and also took the wine cup handed by his subordinates, clinked glasses from afar, and said in a deep voice:

"After this glass of wine, see you in the martyr's cemetery."

Huang Chao was silent for a long time, showing a free and easy smile:

"!"

After drinking the wine in the cup, Mima left.

After the end of the war, he and Qi Laogou were dead and dead, but the premise was that both sides had to survive.

Since the great changes in the Heavenly Dao, the large-scale battles between the Central Plains and the barbarians have never been won.

Didn't win a single time.

The disparity in combat power is not only the difference in weapons, but also the physique, the closer to the abyss of the Holy City, the stronger and more courageous the human body will be.

It stands to reason that the historical record is miserable, how dare the Central Plains make a desperate bet?

But thousands of years of history tell them that barbarians are afraid of power but not morality, and blindly tolerating compromise will only fuel the arrogance of barbarians, and they can only fight!

And it was the silent cry of the lonely city that woke up the sleeping Central Plains and ignited the flame of rebellion in the land of China.

"If I win, I'll definitely go to Guizi City to see you!" Huang Chao rushed against the vast fog.

Hearing is never as good as seeing it with your own eyes, and when you look at that city, look at that person, and feel lost in your life in the future, as long as you think back to that scene, you will have the courage to persevere.

……

Ten days later.

Huang Chao arrived at the border of Beiliang, the scene in front of him was spectacular, the wind was yellow, and millions of heroes were entrenched in the wasteland.

Like a mountain overwhelming the sea, the endless military camp lookouts seem to obscure the clouds and the sky.

Huang Chao was stunned, and was about to recite a poem to vent his magnificent feelings, but was interrupted by the python-robed official.

"Name, place of origin?" The python-robed officer asked.

"Yellow Nest."

The python-robed official was slightly stunned, as if he had an impression, and then continued to ask:

"How many soldiers and horses are under your command?"

"Three thousand six." Huang Chao replied truthfully.

"You come with me, the bandits can obey military orders, right?" The python-robed official stared at him for a moment.

"Don't talk nonsense, if my brother spares his life, what are you doing here?" Huang Chao expressed his dissatisfaction with an angry face.

Of course, he can also understand the arrangements of the Central Plains coalition forces.

If there is no order, then the battlefield is a headless fly, after all, in addition to the regular army of the Seven Kingdoms, there are countless reckless heroes like him.

Just now I saw a straw bag carrying the banner of "Haotian Divine and Mighty Emperor", I thought that the self-proclaimed general was already very shameless, but now I can only say that I am ashamed.

As the python-robed officials went around dozens of barracks, Huang Chao came to the arsenal to receive new flags and weapons and armor, and accepted the combat arrangements above.

"Kill the barbarians!

”

"Kill the barbarians!

”

There were roars of hot-blooded generals everywhere, and Huang Chao couldn't help but shout a few times.

The barbarian dog is planning a genocidal strategy, to destroy the civilization of the Central Plains for thousands of years, and slaughter the common people in the land of Shenzhou, but if there is a little bloody Central Plains man, who doesn't want to cut a few more brute dogs?

Huang Chao wants more!

For decades, the barbarians continued to slaughter the people of Zhaodi, and even so cruel that they released miasma, destroying the territory of Zhaodi for 700 miles, leaving no grass and tens of thousands of people reduced to shriveled corpses.

It's been too long to be ridden on the head by a wild dog, and now I finally have the opportunity to be ashamed!

……

Approaching the Yumen Pass, a coffin is eye-catching, and the Empress of the Tang Dynasty does not live up to her oath to carry the coffin.

She stood on the lookout, quietly looking at the direction of the Western Regions, like a waterfall and green silk dancing in the wind.

"According to the scout's letter, the barbarians stationed 600,000 troops thousands of miles away, advancing day by day."

Li Deyu, the secretary of the Ministry of War, held the document in his hand and reported solemnly.

"Is there a unity at the military conference table?" The Empress turned her head to look at him.

"Barely there." Li Deyu's brows were twisted into the word "Sichuan", and there was an imperceptible look of worry in his eyes.

Emperor Beiliang was in command, and the seven kingdoms all recognized Xu Ting's outstanding military exploits, and he was able to win Liangzhou from a small pawn, and his strategic ability was obvious to all.

But the detailed battle is very noisy.

Some say that they will attack on three fronts, some say that they will fight small-scale battles, and some even say that a million-strong army will directly set foot in the Western Regions......

In short, the public says that the public is reasonable, and the mother says that the mother is reasonable, and His Majesty is not good at military affairs, and it is not easy to make decisions.

"What does Xu Ting think?" The Empress asked.

"He wants to determine the barbarian's defense system first." Li Deyu said.

Xu Ting is too stable, not even like the Beiliang overlord with extraordinary courage.

But everyone can understand him.

Can't afford to lose!

This is not a matter of one family and one country, but the rise and fall of thousands of years of civilization, once you venture in, you are likely to become a sinner in the land of Shenzhou.

Empress Dai frowned slightly, and finally remained silent.

As the leader of the million-strong division, she has a deep understanding of herself, she can kill the enemy with a cold sword, and it is okay to integrate internal contradictions, but she can't mix it with strategic deployment.

When life and death are at stake, no one can arbitrarily meddle in military affairs.

……

A hundred miles away is the most spectacular, the nine martial arts saints of the Central Plains are sitting cross-legged, and the qi is imprinted in the sky with a curtain of light, and behind them are more than thirty enlightened people.

In fact, there were not many enlightened people in the Central Plains, and many enlightened people who were trapped in the shackles of cultivation or who had no hope of fighting this did not come.

The reason why it is impossible to advance to a martial arts saint is because the aura of heaven and earth is thin, if you accept the baptism of the abyss, there will be several more saints in the Central Plains within three years.

On the periphery of the majestic qi machine is the hundred schools of thought led by Jinling Academy.

The most important are Confucianism, Mohistism, and medicine.

The Confucian Haoran righteousness can directly attack the barbarian mind, but it is not good at close combat and needs the protection of soldiers.

The Mo family is very important, they forge weapons and trap battle arrays, which can be used on the front line.

The doctors, led by the king of medicine, stuck to the rear to rescue the wounded and disabled.

The rest of the schools, large and small, can also do their part, and although the conflict lasts for thousands of years, in the face of barbarianism, no matter how fierce the dispute, must work together.

To put it mildly, if the Chinese civilization is gone, there will be no chance for a hundred schools of thought to quarrel.

In the Gobi Desert not far away, a skinny man held a peony flower from Chang'an in his hand, and heard them say that it was nourished by national fortune, and it would not wither and wither no matter what.

"Grandparents, Chang'an, I'm coming back soon." Liu Shang's voice was indistinct.

With the help of the medicine king, he learned ventriloquist and made vocalizations through the abdominal laryngeal cavity, although he was not yet proficient, but at least he could communicate normally.

"Millions of heroes have crossed most of the country with enthusiasm to protect the family and defend the country for tens of thousands of people behind them."

"This is the national spirit that we have always adhered to in Anxi, we will definitely win, and the sky will definitely dawn."

Liu Shang muttered to himself.

"Have a drink?" There was an obscure Central Plains dialect behind him, which was the pot-bellied Zhelansu.

"Get out of ......" Liu Shang quietly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and scolded angrily.

Zhelan Su froze as he handed over the wine jug, and then said loudly:

"When the national disaster is at hand, the people have the pain of hanging upside down, and all the descendants of Yan and Huang are thinking of the rise and fall of the Central Plains, and they swear to resist the barbarians."

"If it is violated, the sky will thunder!"

"I'll take the lead in the charge!"

He is not welcomed, but this self-analysis is sincere, there is no way back, once captured, he will suffer the most cruel torture in the abyss.

"Yes...... It was you who killed our Anxi army. Liu Shang looked disgusted, and the hatred in his eyes was difficult to resolve no matter what.

Zhi Lansu was silent for a moment, and said bitterly:

"Why didn't you understand each of its own masters?"

"Without me, changing people is the same policy, if not more cruel."

"If you want to blame, blame the barbarians."

"When he wins, the old man knelt down in front of Qiuzi City, and prayed for the forgiveness of Anxi's soul step by step."

In his heart, dignity is worthless, just to live.

"Can you win?" Liu Shang's anger was unabated, as if he was talking to himself, and as if praying to the sky.

Zhi Lansu didn't speak again, and drank decadently to drown his sorrows.

On spiritual will, the army of the Central Plains absolutely crushed the empire,

Even when the Central Plains was so weak, there were still so many people who rushed to the Western Regions desperately in order to prevent their compatriots from becoming slaves.

But on the battlefield, you have to speak with your fists after all.

According to his inside information in the Holy City, the Empire has dispatched the latest batch of weapons, not to mention 600,000 elites, as well as nearly twenty saints.

When the mood of the Central Plains was high, he didn't dare to speak out and hit morale.

When the Western Byzantine Dynasty was overthrown, the empire only dispatched 300,000 soldiers and horses, which was enough to slaughter 1.5 million Byzantine soldiers who could fight, and the combat power was very terrifying.

The Central Plains million heroes sound like a rainbow, but the empire's 600,000 elites are actually an even more terrifying number.

"It's a pity that Gu Chang'an ......," Zhi Lansu sighed.

The back of the imperial army is undefended, and he knows very well Gu Chang'an's ability to fight, killing people like slaughtering pigs and dogs.

If Gu Changan kills out of the lonely city and keeps harassing sneak attacks, it will definitely cause endless panic.

But two problems bury this fantasy.

First, after leaving the city, Gu Changan still has such demonic combat power, he doesn't know, the whole world doesn't know.

With the will to hold on to the territory to explode with endless power, does leaving the territory mean that the breath is discharged?

The second, and most crucial, reason is that he has gone mad!

A madman will only keep his home, and no one can let him leave, not even friend or foe.

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