"What are they shouting?"

Hearing Zhao Jiajun's shout in unison, Ji Chuanxi frowned, looking confused.

"Didn't understand?"

"It's like reciting poems!"

"Reciting poems? Haha, are they here to be funny? Akikawa laughed.

"Yes, is this Great Yan Dynasty so cultured now, even before the war, you have to memorize poems?"

"What kind of custom is this?"

"Haha, I'm going to catch a job in a while, let him memorize a poem for me!"

The generals were also full of ridicule.

But at this moment, the sound of wind and thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and golden light burst out from the Zhao family's army.

At the same time, the heavens and the earth seemed to shake slightly with the sound of the wave.

The invisible coercion swept towards them like a mountain roaring tsunami.

Not only that, but the original sound of recitation seemed to instantly turn into the sound of shouting and killing in the sky, the sound of drums, the neighing of war horses, and the horn of the army's charge.

The laughter of Ji Chuanxi and those generals stopped abruptly, the expression on his face changed, and a sense of horror welled up in his heart.

They are all fifth- and sixth-grade martial artists, such as Jichuan Xi, who is a fourth-rank martial artist.

However, in the face of this momentum, this invisible coercion, they still felt their hearts beating.

Not to mention the ordinary soldiers.

At this time, those soldiers of the Hu Barbarian Kingdom, who were originally high morale and high morale, seemed to see a monstrous wave surging towards them.

Suddenly, his legs went limp, and his heart was cold.

Even unconsciously took half a step back, and the morale of the whole army disappeared in an instant.

"What's going on?" Ji Chuanxi's face became ugly, he felt that his heart was beating wildly, and the blood and qi in his body seemed to be suppressed by the invisible momentum.

Even the war horse under the crotch was a little panicked.

And the other generals beside him were the same, looking at the Zhao family army in the distance with horror on their faces, and there was no longer any mockery on their faces.

It even seems that each other's situation has changed, and it is not Zhao Jiajun who is sent to death, but them.

As Wei Yi wrote the whole poem, the heavens and the earth had changed color.

The golden words instantly turned into ten thousand rays of light and sprinkled on all the soldiers.

It makes them feel as if their bodies are bathed in the warm sun, which is extremely comfortable.

The original injuries and exhaustion in his body were swept away, and an unprecedented amount of power poured out of his body.

You can even clearly feel the muscles of the whole body swelling and the bones making a slight noise.

I feel as if I'm getting taller and stronger.

Feel like you're fearless and omnipotent.

Not only that, but with the ten thousand rays of light falling.

The ground under his feet began to shake slightly, and countless figures stood up from the yellow sand of the Gobi.

Those figures are not ghosts, but the souls of the soldiers who died here for countless years in order to protect the border passes and resist the Western Barbarians.

Their eyes were determined, looking westward, with solemn expressions, fiery battle flags in their hands, and blood-stained spears in their hands.

There is no fear in the eyes, only determination.

Even though their armor was shattered and covered with dirt, they still couldn't hide their determination to kill the enemy, and they couldn't hide their fearless spirit.

I saw the countless heroic souls standing up on the ground around me.

The soldiers of the Great Yan Dynasty were shocked in their hearts, but in addition to being shocked, they were surging and excited.

They finally understood the meaning of the poem that the master had asked them to recite by heart.

I also understood General Zhao's confidence to dare to take the initiative.

This master is really powerful, and he even summoned a heroic soul with a poem to kill the enemy with them.

Who said they only have tens of thousands of troops.

In this land, there are countless ancestors, who fought side by side with them.

Behind them is not only the imperial court, but also the ancestors!

Seeing this scene, Zhao Ziyun was also moved.

I think that when Yuxiong Pass was not built, I don't know how many wars broke out on this land.

I don't know how many men of the Great Yan Dynasty buried their bodies here in order to resist the invading Western barbarians.

No one even knew their names, no one erected a monument to them, no one paid tribute to them.

I'm afraid that there are just a few scribbled strokes and a few numbers in the annals of history.

However, it was they who, with their lives and flesh, built the western wall of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Blocked the invasion of the Western Barbarians again and again.

Guarding their homes behind them so that their loved ones can enjoy a peaceful life.

Among them, there are also the men of their Zhao family, and they have his closest relatives.

Zhao Ziyun's eyes turned red, and he looked at Wei Yi.

There is indescribable gratitude and respect in my heart.

He was shocked by Wei Yi's strength, and at the same time, he was also grateful to Wei Yi for allowing him to fight side by side with those ancestral heroes.

But Zhao Ziyun didn't know, in fact, Wei Yi was also surprised at this moment.

He didn't expect that this poem would even have the effect of summoning an army of the undead.

But that's fine, with these countless heroic souls, they can defeat the enemy army more easily.

And maybe it can also make these soldiers remember the heroic ancestors who died here for their homeland.

Remembering their faces and their heroic posture will certainly inspire them in their future lives and have the courage to defeat all strong enemies.

And today's war is destined to become famous and famous all over the world.

It will let many people remember how many men and heroes have fought bloodily and sacrificed themselves in this vast next door, just to let more people live well.

However, this scene also made the faces of Jian Chuanxi and the generals of the Hu Barbarian Kingdom change greatly, and their hearts were shocked.

"W-what's going on?" Ji Chuanxi looked at the countless dead souls with some horror, as if he was really alive.

"Oh no, they're really prepared!"

"This Zhao family must have a master to help!"

"General, we, we're afraid we're ......",

Just when everyone in the Hu Barbarian Kingdom was terrified.

Zhao Ziyun raised the spear in his hand and shouted: "Huangsha wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and if you don't break the Western Barbarians, you won't return it!" ”

"The whole army obeys the order, kill!"

"Kill!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison and rushed towards the army of Hu Manguo.

Rushing out with them, there are also countless heroic souls.

Hundreds of thousands of heroic souls seemed to turn into black clouds in the sky, turning into a monstrous torrent, sweeping towards the army of the Hu Barbarian Kingdom.

That momentum, that scene, directly frightened the army of the Hu Barbarian Kingdom into a little chaotic formation, and their souls were not possessed.

It was also frightened that the commander was cold all over his body, his hair stood on end, and his face was ugly and ugly.

But now that they want to escape, it is too late, and they can only bite the bullet and order the whole army to meet it.

It's a pity that when the order is given, his army does not dare to move forward, but retreats.

However, the Zhao family army and the countless heroic souls were like a flood, and in the blink of an eye, they had rushed to the front of their military formation.

Then it was devastated, and the momentum was like a bamboo, directly shattering the impact of their military formation.

Those soldiers of the Hu Barbarian Kingdom, who had already been frightened, had no combat effectiveness at all.

It's like a group of sand sculptures that encounter a torrent and collapse in an instant.

However, the side of the Great Yan Dynasty is like a god of war possessed, each brave and good at fighting, with infinite strength, and rapid movements, with one enemy ten and one enemy hundred.

What's more, there are countless heroic souls to help.

Soon the army of Hu Manguo was defeated and began to flee.

Even Na Jiao Chuanxi fled directly on horseback.

However, at this moment, a colorful divine bird flew in the sky.

Wei Yi, who was on it, held a brush and wrote four lines of poetry in the void: "Hold the bow when you hold it, and use the arrow to use the long." Shoot the man first and shoot the horse, and capture the thief first and capture the king. ”

With the completion of the poem, the light of the Tao gathers.

The words of the poem turned into a great bow and arrow.

Bow and arrow.

Whoosh –

With the sound of breaking the sky, the arrows condensed by the light were like meteors, streaking across the sky.

Went straight to the west of the Sichuan River, which was fleeing for his life.

Feeling the shadow of death looming over him, he was terrified.

The instinct to survive caused him to draw his sword at his waist, trying to block the arrows of light.

However, as soon as his sword was drawn, his body had already been pierced by the light arrow, and he was nailed to the spot along with the war horse under his crotch.

He who dies cannot die anymore.

At the same time, the army of the entire Hu Barbarian State was also completely defeated and fled for its life.

Even some of the generals began to flee.

But Zhao Ziyun led the crowd to pursue.

Behind him is the soul of LinkedIn, a general who has died in battle, and kills the enemy with them.

Those generals of the Hu Barbarian Kingdom had no way to escape, and they were beheaded one after another.

In the military camp of Xilanguo, several panicked figures rushed into the general's camp tent, and said in horror: "Big, big, the general is not good, the army in the west of Sichuan has been defeated, and the Zhao family army is killing our military camp, and there are still ......."

"What?" Cangminghe stood up in surprise.

The other generals in the camp were also shocked.

I even thought I had heard it wrong.

How could the army in the west of Sichuan be defeated?

Even if the Zhao family army is brave and good at fighting, the army of the Hu Barbarian Kingdom is also a group of tigers and wolves, how can it be so easy to be defeated.

"The Zhao family's army has peerless masters to help, and their army doesn't know why, it suddenly conjured up hundreds of thousands, and almost instantly defeated the army of the Hu Barbarian Kingdom!"

Hearing this, Cangminghe's face was full of shock, but he was still a little incredulous.

He really couldn't understand that even if the Zhao family army had the help of a master, he could win by surprise and defeat the army of the Hu Barbarian Kingdom.

But how could it be possible for tens of thousands of troops to suddenly become hundreds of thousands.

That's!

However, at this moment, the horn sounded to warn the enemy of the coming.

It was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, bombarding the minds of Cangming River and all the generals, making their heads buzz.

For a while, they were also a little flustered, and they didn't have many troops in this barracks.

Most of the troops have been divided into two routes, going around to the rear of the Zhao army from both sides, preparing to cut off the rear road of the Zhao army.

Then a siege was formed and General Zhao was completely annihilated here.

Therefore, they only had less than 50,000 people left in the barracks, including the logistics personnel and the wounded and sick.

Even the army of Hu Manguo does not have the current Zhao family army, how can they stop it.

With the sound of the horn, the sound of exclamation and commotion sounded outside, and Cangming River rushed out of the camp with the generals, preparing to organize troops to meet the attack.

But when he rushed out of the tent, his eyes could not help but see the flood in the distance, the surging army, the monstrous shouts of killing, the shaking ground.

At a glance, there are indeed more than tens of thousands of people, I am afraid that there are hundreds of thousands, and the black pressure has spread all the way to the sky, and there is no end in sight.

"What's going on, where did so many people come out?" Cangminghe was so frightened that his face was bloodless, and his eyes were full of horror.

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(End of chapter)