I saw the Qi Luck Jade Seal suspended in the air, and the national fortune contained in it was like a giant stirring the calm water surface, producing great fluctuations.

Through the jade seal of luck.

Faintly.

His eyes seemed to see a picture, in which there were two clusters of light, one black and one red, constantly intertwined and devoured

Every time they are entangled with each other, the black light cluster will become larger, and the national fortune of the Black Wind Country will also improve a little.

See this scene.

Let him know in his heart that the black light cluster in the lucky jade seal represents the Black Wind Country, and the red light cluster is the enemy.

The violent fluctuations in the fortune of the country in the Fortune Jade Seal, there is no way to continue to nourish the divine soul before the war stops.

Xuan Qing's eyes looked in the direction of Shacheng, and his deep gaze seemed to have seen the fierce battle on the battlefield through this long distance.

I thought about it.

"Poor Dao will go and see, this belongs to the first battle of the Black Wind Country!" Xuan Qing raised his eyebrows, thinking so in his heart.

The mind moved.

An auspicious cloud grew under his feet, supporting him to fly in the direction of Shacheng.

This way.

On the battlefield of Sand City.

After several rounds of attacks, there was no progress in the siege of Uszang, except for the corpses left in one place.

Morale is declining gradually.

Until it was useless to shout 'seal the marquis of ten thousand households, reward ten thousand taels of gold', no matter how the overseer team drove away, they could no longer let the soldiers take a step forward.

See this scene.

General Wen of the Uszang Kingdom had a frosty face on his face, knowing that this siege could not continue, otherwise there would be too many casualties, and I was afraid that there would be a risk of mutiny.

"Withdraw!"

With an order.

The pressure in the hearts of countless soldiers suddenly relaxed, and they finally didn't have to step forward to die.

However.

Just as they retreated and did not continue the siege, they strangely discovered that the huge gate of the sand city. opened.

The gates of the city were opened.

Countless black-armored soldiers armed with spears pursued the retreating Uszang soldiers with neat steps.

After several rounds of siege, the enemy army has greatly consumed both momentum and physical strength, on the other hand, on the side of the Black Wind Country, relying on the benefits of the city, there is no consumption.

In this case.

The distance between the two armies is rapidly approaching.

See this scene.

General Wen of Uszang, knowing that the retreat was impossible, immediately turned around and ordered his own soldiers to fight back.

In a flash.

The two armies collided like a sea of mountains, and if the rumbling thunder resounded through the valley, it was like a thousand angry waves crashing against the mountains.

In just an instant, the soldiers of the Uszan Kingdom understood what tacit understanding was and what combat effectiveness was.

Rout.

A rout that is faster than a siege.

The defeated soldiers of Uszang, facing the obstruction of the overseers behind them, waved the weapons in their hands and defected.

"Surrender or kill!"

"Surrender or kill!"

Listening to the sound in their ears, the soldiers of the Tibetan Kingdom of Usz did not hesitate to put down their weapons, and then lay on the ground, hugging the back of their heads.

Throughout the battlefield.

Most of them chose to surrender, and only a few were still stubbornly resisting, and it was General Wen and the pro-guards of the Nawus Tibetan State.

Finally.

With the death of the last guard beside him, countless spears passed through his body, piercing him to the heart.

Of the people still standing on the battlefield, only the soldiers of the Black Wind Nation remained.

Victorious.

"Wind!"

I don't know who shouted the slogan of the Black Wind Country.

In a flash.

"Wind!"

"Wind!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers of the Black Wind Country, waving the weapons in their hands, had fanatical expressions on their faces, and frantically shouted slogans of unity.

Such a momentum made the soldiers who were huddled on the ground and surrender tremble, and their eyes were filled with deep fear.

After the victory.

Naturally, the class teacher returned to the dynasty.

Sand City.

The roads were crowded with people.

In the face of these soldiers who have won the battle and defended their homeland, their faces are full of longing.

The cheers and praises were endless.

Trample. Stompe!

The soldiers of the Black Wind Nation walked with neat steps, with a look of pride on their faces, enjoying the honor of this moment.

There are also some soldiers with sad faces, they are either injured and disabled in battle, or they have lost their brothers who usually get along day and night, as long as it is war, there are no immortals.

"Alas, my leg is crippled, I'm afraid I can't continue to fight my brothers."

"Don't mention it, that son of a bitch cut off Lao Tzu's hands."

Some of the wounded and disabled soldiers, lying on stretchers, with a look of frustration on their faces, whispered to their companions.

It was at this time.

Suddenly.

There was a drizzle of goose feathers in the sky.

The rain fell on the soldiers, and a hint of coolness welled up in their hearts.

A miracle happened.

I saw that the wounded soldier began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to the way it was before it was not injured.

And those soldiers with severed hands and feet, with the churning of flesh at the wound and the itching, actually grew new flesh and regrew an arm.

Miracles and miracles happened.

Everyone was shocked and stood on the spot.

Before everyone could come to their senses, they heard a mighty sound, as if it were coming from all directions, and as if it were coming from above the nine heavens.

"Whoever dies in battle should set up a battle monument, engrave war exploits, become a yin spirit, and be immortal!"

The soldiers subconsciously looked up, and saw that above an auspicious cloud, there was a faint statue of a god that people couldn't look at directly.

God is mighty, bless all beings!

After a long time.

It wasn't until the auspicious clouds in the sky dispersed that the soldiers woke up from a dream and quickly knelt on the ground, with extremely fanatical expressions on their faces.

"Black Wind Holy Mountain, bless the army and civilians, long live long live long live!"

"Black Wind Holy Mountain, bless the army and civilians, long live long live long live!"

"Black Wind Holy Mountain, bless the army and civilians, long live long live long live!"

The neat slogan sounded again, and not only the soldiers, but also the people in the sand city knelt on the ground at this moment, thanking for the miracle.

Through the miracle just now.. And the last word of the gods sounded, let them know that under the protection of the gods, they don't have to worry about being injured and disabled, and even after death, they can have a home.

This moment.

In their hearts, these soldiers even have some envy for those sacrificed soldiers, who can be called yin spirits, immortal, and no longer have to suffer from reincarnation.

And those prisoners of war who wore shackles had even more bitter feelings in their hearts, and the fate of people was really different.

Black Wind Mountain.

An auspicious cloud drifted by.

Xuanqing descended from the sky and returned to the Taoist temple.

The scene just now was naturally his handiwork, and he was not stingy with these soldiers who fought for the Black Wind Country and fought for his path.

Tens of thousands of incense burns down, and this miracle was created.

And.

After watching this battle, he also discovered the shortcomings of the soldiers of the Black Wind Country, that is, the equipment was too poor.

on this.

Xuanqing's heart moved, and he already had an idea.

(End of chapter)