Ying Ruoyong, the twenty-fourth emperor of Great Qin, sat in the big tent, looking at the lead-gray sky in the distance, his mood was as heavy as lead.

The patrol that was supposed to revive its majesty turned into an irretrievable rout. The emperor who was originally an autocratic halberd has become a prisoner who has lost his freedom. This kind of frustration from heaven to hell, even though more than half a year has passed, still makes him unforgettable and painful. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he was dripping in a cold sweat, immersed in self-blame.

He originally thought that his life was about to be short, and he was even ready to cut himself, just waiting for Yin Jiao to face to face, he scolded Yin Jiao with righteous words, or provoked him to kill himself, leaving a notoriety of killing the king, or he died with a sword, and washed away the shame of being captured with blood.

Unexpectedly, Yin Jiao never showed up, just like forgetting him, and he hadn't seen him for more than half a year.

The expected sacrificial flag has also become a distant prospect.

Day after day, Ying Ruoyu, who was cheering herself up every day, was a little frightened, and her determination to die gradually faded, but the idea of stealing her life grew quietly like a weed, and it was inadvertently vigorous.

"Your Majesty, it's time to eat. The old eunuch walked in with a bowl of porridge and knelt respectfully in front of Ying Ruoyong.

Now, only he still remembers that Ying Ruoyong is the Son of Heaven.

Ying Ruoyong took the porridge bowl, handed it to his lips, took a sip, and asked softly, "What's the news?"

"Nope. The old eunuch thought for a while, and then said, "It seems that Wuji escaped from Bai Fengbing's hands." ”

Ying Ruoyong raised his eyebrows slightly, a touch of joy flashed in his eyes, and then turned into melancholy.

He was now a prisoner, and knew very little about what was going on outside, and could only rely on the old eunuchs to hear bits and pieces from the men who were guarding them. Recently, I got the news that Yin Jiao had returned from the south, and it seemed that he had suffered a lot of injuries, and his realm was damaged, and the name of Bai Fengbing of the Phoenix Dance Legion was often mentioned.

When mentioning Bai Fengbing. The soldiers of the Eagle Yang Legion all have a sense of fear.

With the experience of the old eunuch, he estimated that Yin Jiao may have suffered a setback at the hands of Bai Fengbing. Only in this way can we explain the strange phenomenon of Yin Jiao standing still with the support of the Hubu Legion. If the Longxiang Legion and the Fengwu Legion were still on the side of the imperial court, Yin Jiao's chances of victory would be greatly reduced.

If Meng Ziwei or Bai Fengbing can become Dao Realm and be able to suppress Yin Jiao, then the possibility is even greater. Judging from various signs, it is likely that Bai Fengbing broke through the realm, entered the Dao, and severely damaged Yin Jiao, suppressing his ambitions.

For Mowgli escaped from Bai Fengbing's hands. Ying Ruoyong was very puzzled. However, at the mention of the name Wuji, Ying Ruoyong felt very bitter in his heart.

If it weren't for Yin Jiao's divisive scheme, maybe he wouldn't have fallen into this field. Yin Jiao destroyed the Tianshu Tower with one palm, but Wuji did not die, and now he escaped from Bai Fengbing's hands. His ability to escape is really strong.

If only I could be like him.

Just when Ying Ruoyong regretted it, the old eunuch suddenly straightened his body and stood in front of Ying Ruoyong. Although his realm was destroyed, the instinct of the protector and his instinct for danger remained. As soon as I saw him like this. Ying Ruoyong was shocked, the porridge bowl in his hand fell to the ground, and with a "pop" sound, he fell to pieces.

"Dignified Son. It's ridiculous that the mood is so bad. ”

A sound as crisp as a piece of ice came from outside, and the tent door was automatically windless, pushed open by an invisible force. Bai Fengbing took his hands. walked in slowly, glanced at Ying Ruoyong with cold eyes, and waved his sleeves lightly. The old eunuch flew out. By the time he hit the ground, he had frozen into an iceman, cracking into several pieces with a crisp sound, but not a drop of blood came out.

Ying Ruoyong's scalp was numb, his eyes were straight, and he couldn't say a word.

Bai Fengbing didn't even look at him, walked in, looked around, and snorted: "What, are you still going to send him back to Xianyang?"

Yin Jiao, who followed closely, smiled slightly: "Sister said she laughed." It's just a monarch and a minister, just keep decent. ”

"Decent, if you get caught by him, I'm afraid there won't be any decency at all. ”

Bai Fengbing walked up to Ying Ruoyong and glanced at him. Ying Ruoyong was startled, and felt a chill penetrate through his eyes, seeping into the depths of his heart, and even the blood in his body was about to freeze. He involuntarily stood up and gave up the most distinguished seat in the tent.

Bai Fengbing waved his sleeves, and a cold wind swept by, blowing away the breath that Ying Ruoyong had left in his seat. Bai Fengbing sat down and leaned over to look at Ying Ruoyong. "How do you want to die?"

Ying Ruoyong's teeth chattered, and he couldn't say a word. He imagined such a scene many times, but he didn't expect to face Bai Fengbing.

"How can such a person become the emperor of the empire. Bai Fengbing straightened up and leaned back in his chair, his eyes full of contempt. "You're not even as good as your son. When he faces me, at least he can talk and laugh, but you are as soft as a boneless worm. I really doubt that he is your bloodline, and the gap is too big. ”

Ying Ruoyong's cheeks twitched, and he stopped talking.

Bai Fengbing turned to look at Yin Jiao. "How can such a coward be used to sacrifice the flag?"

Yin Jiao smiled: "My sister is right, but I didn't think it through." As he spoke, he stepped forward and slapped Ying Ruoyong's head with a fluttering palm. Bai Fengbing watched quietly, and suddenly said, "Stop!"

Yin Jiao's palm stopped against Ying Ruoyong's scalp and looked at Bai Fengbing with a smile. "What, my sister has an idea again?"

"Yes, it's too cheap to let him die like this. Bai Fengbing raised his hand and covered his mouth and nose. Ying Ruoyong was already frightened by Yin Jiao's palm, and there was a smell of stench in the big tent. "He was born with a dragon species, and he doesn't know the sufferings of the people, so let him experience the life of ordinary people. ”

Yin Jiao smiled knowingly. "A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, that's right. ”

......

In Xiaoyang Mountain, a small formation composed of the elites of the Jiuyi tribe such as the Wind Giant, the Feather Folk Archer, and the Kuafu Giant is rehearsing.

The windbreak giants are all more than two feet tall, wearing heavy armor, and their huge bodies are covered by fine armor, revealing only their eyes, like a moving iron tower. They wielded huge weapons, and no one could stand within two or three feet of them.

Dressed in light armor, the giant carried a strangely shaped wooden frame with five arrows inside. The Feathered Folk Archer stood on the wooden frame. They are all archers at the level of archers, with a range of between 300 and 500 steps, a hit rate of more than 70%, and a light armor pierced 300 steps away, and heavy armor pierced within 100 steps, which is a moving ballista.

Behind the Kwafu Giant and the Feathered Folk Archer are the Giants in fine armor and armed with sharp blades. There were not many of them, but they all looked dull and had fierce eyes. Even if the prehistoric beasts pounced on them, they would be able to meet them without fear.

In the center of the large array was a tall Qingluan chariot, made of metal extracted from the underground lava, made by the best giant craftsmen in the Windbreak Country, the body was painted with ashes, and eight divine bones were embedded, which was extremely strong. Sixty-four wheels, all exquisite, stout and strong. Next to each wheel stood a man in heavy armor. A giant who is more than two feet and five feet tall. When necessary, they can lift the Qingluan cart and run forward.

In the Qingluan car, the same is true for Ying, who is sitting with a flag in his hand.

Ying Yiran sat on a wide chair with a blazing gaze. Focused.

The generals of the Qin army, led by Meng Zi, stood on the left side, and the leaders of Jiuyi, led by Wang Gong of the Fangfeng Kingdom, stood on the right side, all with awe-inspiring expressions, and dozens of people were present. But it was silent and majestic.

They were all stunned by the chariot and the battle array.

Although the formation was not large, there were only three hundred and sixty people in total. but they are the elite of the tribes. The Wind Giants are like a moving wall that can hold anyone out, the Feathered Archers are dozens of moving ballistas that cover a battlefield within a thousand paces, and the Warriors are warriors who look at death as if they were at home, and anyone who wants to storm the chariots must first get through their defenses.

This is the guard battalion prepared by Wuji for Ying Yiran, of course, it can be used as a reserve for decisive victory, but the most important purpose is not this, and to prevent the attack of Dao realm masters.

With this chariot and such a battle formation, even if Bai Fengbing and Yin Jiao come again, if they want to kill the Ying in the Qingluan chariot, they will have to weigh it. They had to break through the arrow formation of the Feathered Men archers first, and then break through the defense of the Giants before they could get to the front of the Qingluan cart. When they walked in front of the Qingluan car, the consumption of vitality was already not small, and whether they could break the Qingluan car protected by the ashes and divine bones was really a big question mark.

Even if they broke the Qingluan car, Ying Yiran would have enough time to escape. There was also a divine bone in her body. In view of the experience of the divine bone being taken away by Bai Fengbing last time, Wuji gave her the last divine bone that Wang Xicheng gave him as a means of saving his life as a last resort.

With such a luxurious configuration, you can't find a second one in the world.

The artifact specially made for the Dao Realm is naturally an unimaginable artifact for Meng Ziwei and others. After listening to the introduction and watching the drill, Meng Ziwei's face changed several times, and finally sighed and lowered his head.

Hearing this sigh, Ying Dangdang and Ying Yiran, who were sitting side by side, glanced at each other and smiled. Ying Yiran nodded, Ying dared to understand, and coughed: "General Meng, look, when will you be able to raise troops to serve the king?"

"As soon as the general Wang Jun's order arrived, the ministers immediately raised troops, for the general Wang Qianfeng, and the king of Qin, Xianyang. ”

"Very good. Ying dared to nod. "At that time, I will order the Fengwu Legion to march and support Xianyang with General Meng. The general has a longer journey, and I hope that the general will not slack off, so as not to delay the fighter. ”

"Wow. Meng Ziwei promised loudly, goodbye.

Ying dared to get up and bow to Wuji, who was sitting behind them. "Please ask the national teacher and the king of Xiaoyang to lead the elites of all the troops, respond from them, and supervise the whole army. ”

Mowgli slightly jawed. "The general Wang Phi is stubborn and stubborn, and he takes the lead, who else dares to lag behind. I will assist the king of Xiaoyang, lead the elite of the Jiuyi tribe, and work together with the generals Wang and Meng. ”

"Thank you, National Teacher. Ying Dangdang smiled slightly, stood up, and began to announce the pre-war mobilization.

Mowgli listened quietly and didn't say a word.

This was originally the result of his discussion with Ying Yiran, and Ying dared to be just a presiding officer. In the case that Bai Fengbing and Yin Jiao's movements were unknown, they couldn't sit back and wait like this. The initiative to send troops was to gain time and support Xianyang, and secondly, to let the Longxiang Legion and the Fengwu Legion rush forward and consume their strength in order to better control them.

No matter how honest Meng Ziwei was, and no matter how smooth Ying dared to be in the Fengwu Legion, Wuji was not at ease with these two legions. The Meng family and the Bai family have mastered these two legions for too long, and they say that they are the border troops of the Great Qin Empire, but they are actually their private army. Ying dared to drive nearly three hundred Bai family disciples out of the Fengwu Legion, but still failed to completely destroy the Bai family's control in the Fengwu Legion, not to mention the Longxiang Legion with limited strength losses.

Only in war can they really weaken their strength. Only the strength of the Longxiang Legion and the Fengwu Legion has been weakened, and Yingyi, who is in control of the Jiuyi Tribe, can control the situation.

This qiē was not so much for Bai Fengbing and Yin Jiao, but for Meng Ziwei and others.

Meng Ziwei knows it. If he delayed any longer, he would try the strength of this formation in front of Bai Fengbing, so he agreed, and he was extremely happy.

......

After the military deployment, Ying Dare and Ying Yiran walked side by side to the National Teacher's Palace.

Shi Yuling was sitting in the hall of the National Teacher, closing his eyes and thinking, when he heard the sound of footsteps, he opened his eyes and took a look, and quickly stood up and bowed.

"Sister, you're welcome. Although I am the king of the generals, I am also the king of Xiaoyang, but now it is Wuji who is really in charge of the overall situation, and in the palace of the national teacher, we are the guests. ”

Shi Yuling's face turned red, and he turned around and said, "You talk, I'll go and prepare some supper." ”

"Thank you, sister. "Dare to give a deep salute.

Shi Yuling went down, and Yingdang straightened up for a long time, walked to Wuji, who was standing against the railing, tilted his head, and looked at Wuji for a moment. "National teacher, what are you thinking, heaven or humanity?"

Wuji glanced at him and pouted. "I really admire you. ”

"Oh?" Ying dared to laugh exaggeratedly, opened the folding fan with a "bang", fanned it twice, and put it away again. "What kind of admiration? Listen to it, and make me happy. ”

"Bai Fengbing may kill at any time, ruin our hard work, crush the bones and scatter ashes, you can still laugh, and have the heart to joke, how can I not admire you. Wuji paused, and then said: "It stands to reason that people like you should enter the Tao more." ”

"Are you calling me inhuman?" said Ying Dare to laugh.

"Do you have humanity?" Wuji said: "Your father was captured, your mother was trapped, so many of your brothers and sisters were killed, and you still laughed so happily, what kind of humanity is there?"

Ying dared to raise his eyebrows and put away his smile. "Then what should I do? Wash my face with tears every day, or do I lie down and taste my guts?"

Mowgli blinked. Ying Yiyi is also a little unsure of what to do. She didn't know if Wuji was joking or serious, in her opinion, Ying Dare was indeed a little heartless.

"Mowgli, there are no outsiders here, let me tell you something from my heart. Ying dared to laugh hehehe: "Da Qin...... It's time to die. No matter how hard we try, we can't change this fact. ”

"What did you say?" Ying Yiran's face sank and he shouted.

"Sister, don't worry. Ying dared to stop Ying Yi, but his eyes were fixed on Wuji. "You ask Mowgli if he thinks so. ”

Mowgli's eyes tightened, he pondered for a moment, and nodded.

Ying was also shocked-

(To be continued......)