"Huixi Dream National Chronicles" recorded.

In the first year of Dayue's appearance, the puppet emperor sent 120,000 troops, and Liu Qianfang was the commander to attack Nanxuanfu.

On the 10th, Nanxuan Mansion lost more than half of its land, and the two prefectures of Quanyue and Cangzhou urgently asked for help.

On the 20th, the Nanxuan Mansion was broken.

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Liu Qianfang himself was also very surprised, for the first time he commanded so many troops, he was like a fish in water, and he was completely natural.

Maybe he was born for war.

The 120,000 troops from Xuandu all came to the city, and standing on the opposite wall was Zeng Xu, the king of Nanxuanfu.

It is far from the complete fall of Nanxuanfu, and only this last city remains.

Liu Qianfang rode his horse in front of the battle, standing across the Chu River, wearing a white helmet and white armor, and the same was true of Daxu behind him.

Like him, the 120,000 sergeants behind him were all white helmets and white armor, and even the banners used by the army were pure white.

All because the name they used to send troops this time was to avenge the old lady Wang Fuchao, and the whole army wore filial piety.

Zeng Xu, the king of Nanxuan Mansion on the city wall, really wants to scold his mother, you want to take revenge and fight Chenghuafu, no matter how bad it is, you can challenge the Panyun Fortress of Shenglei Mansion, what's going on with me Nanxuanfu?

If you are weak, you will be beaten, this is an unchanging truth, and the saddest thing is that this time Nanxuanfu is like being beaten in front of Wang Fuchao's mourning hall.

However, the facts also proved that his Nanxuan Mansion looked down on the military strength of Xuandu.

Liao Bailian and Tu Yaosong are both generals of a hundred battles, and under their years of management, the real strength of Xuanwu and Xuanlian, the predecessors of Xuandu, is far beyond the imagination of others.

In addition, Zhang Tianxi and Sha Xuehong had already seen Liu Qianfang's talent, and let him lead the army into battle, which was even more powerful.

In the scope of Nandi, the only one who can really fight with it is the Nanwu Mansion as the overlord, but it is a pity that the ruler of the Nanwu Mansion, some elders of the Luo clan, I don't know how many Xuandu bribes have been received during this time, it is certain that at least the Nanwu Mansion will definitely not interfere in this battle.

The army of Nanxuanfu, the Glorious Army, was beaten in this half-month battle, and it could be renamed the Shame Army, and it was difficult at home and abroad, and the reinforcements were far away, which made the morale low and the defeat repeatedly.

Although some resistance forces were also organized among the people, under the shock of Qu Wudao's representative of the Jingdui Dojo in the ring a month ago, almost all of the seven sects and sixteen factions that were supposed to be the backbone of these resistance forces chose to protect their lives.

The old rivers and lakes are very fine, it doesn't matter who cares about Nanxuanfu, why bother to die, Qu Wudao's behavior just makes them more aware of their insignificance.

Driven by various factors, Zeng Xu could only lead less than 30,000 remnants of soldiers to defend the lonely city today.

At present, it seems that this lonely city will not be able to hold on for long.

Liu Qianfang held Chu Jiang high, and the herald guards beside him shook the handsome flag vigorously.

"Boom!" "Knock knock!"

Cannons and war drums rang out in unison, and the cavalry retreated to the sides, revealing rows of infantry in thick armor and heavy shields.

In the crowd of the infantry, the huge siege engines were like monsters with their claws half exposed.

"Rush!"

At the sound of an order, the siege vehicle team began to advance in the direction of the city gate.

Zeng Xu looked at the approaching siege vehicle and almost collapsed, but fortunately, a thin but strong hand supported him.

It was a short old man with a neat comb of silver hair, and although the years had left traces on him, his eyes were still as full and sharp as those of his twenties and thirties.

He looked serious and said, "My lord, I can't hold it here, let's go." ”

Zeng Xu was still a little unwilling, and said: "No, Old Zhu, if we hold on for a while, the reinforcements from Quanyue Mansion will be coming soon." ”

"Quanyue Mansion, hmph," the old man sneered: "Quanyue Mansion is just a dog of the royal family, and it will not come to the aid with all its might, not to mention that the spies came to report that Quanyue Mansion sent an army of 50,000, but do you think that the 50,000 Wanyue Army is the opponent of these 120,000 thief army?"

Zhu Lao's words made Zeng Xu's face look like ashes, his eyes crossed the battle array, saw Liu Qianfang in white armor, and sighed: "There is a new court in this Xuandu, and there are such fierce generals, damn it, if Yang Shuang is still in my glorious army, how can he be allowed to show off his power like this!"

At the mention of the name Yang Shuang, Zhu Lao's expression couldn't help but be gloomy for a while.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the entire city wall trembled.

When I looked again, it turned out that a siege vehicle had reached the city wall, and the huge wooden mallet on the cart was slamming into the city gate.

"Not good!"

Zhu Lao's figure moved, like a cloud resisting the wind, and appeared next to the general who was in charge of guarding the city wall not far away.

"General Wang, quickly transfer the archers! Rolling logs and stones are also moved out, and then send a team of daredevils out of the city to rob and kill the siege engines, quickly!"

When General Wang saw that it was Zhu Lao, he didn't dare to say anything, so he had to give up his hand and say, "The last general will do it!"

In fact, he complained bitterly in his heart, if he could transfer these over, he would have done it a long time ago, the problem is that now the army is full of remnants of defeated generals, although there are still 30,000, but the logistics and manpower to take care of the wounded are removed, but the soldiers are only 5,000, and the military rations have bottomed out, and it is good that there is no mutiny, where can you find so many defenders of the city?

Zhu Lao also knew that it was only a matter of time before the city was broken like this, so he returned to Zeng Xu's side in a flash, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and flew towards the city with his body unfolded.

"My lord, forgive the old man for being rude, I can't stay here!"

Zeng Xu was also taken aback when he was caught by Zhu Lao, and said, "Zhu Lao, where are we going?"

"True Buddha Temple!"

"What? I'm going there! No, Zhu Lao, I'm not going!"

"My lord!" Zhu Lao said while using light power to move around: "Now that this city is besieged, you can't get out, and the old man over there in the True Buddha Temple has already mobilized three thousand dead soldiers, and it is the last dangerous place to defend!"

"But ......" Zeng Xu had a look of guilt on his face: "Does this seat still have the face to see him?"

"If he doesn't want to see us, how can he allow the old man to deploy troops outside the temple?"

Listening to Zhu Lao's tone, there seems to be a capable person in this real Buddhist temple.

......

An hour later.

Riding a horse through the mottled city wall, Liu Qianfang's eyes were met by the dilapidated streets that had been baptized by war.

The remaining glorious army in Nanxuan Mansion was almost all annihilated, and some of the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled also abandoned their weapons and chose to surrender.

Behind the ruins, there were many people who had no time to evacuate, looking at the Xuandu army entering the city in horror, especially when their eyes swept to Liu Qianfang, as if they had seen a ghost.

The wailing, begging for mercy, and the cries of women and children kept rushing to Liu Qianfang's ears.

It's very harsh, Liu Qianfang thought.

But when this feeling spread to his mind, it turned into a tingling sensation, playing with every nerve in him.

How can you be so comfortable? Liu Qianfang even enjoyed it a little, and even he himself was secretly surprised.

Is this the result of a war of their own making?

In the past, Liu Qianfang was under the command of his father, and killing was both a job and a habit for him.

When people get used to something, they will gradually become numb to the point of insensibility.

This blitzkrieg on Nanxuanfu was different, as the commander, he was basically only responsible for deploying troops, and he never killed the enemy with his own hands.

But when he saw this post-war scene, which had become commonplace, he felt for the first time that he was in charge of a war so vividly.

He did not weep when he learned of his father's death, because he was convinced that the hound would eventually die on the mountain, and the general would inevitably die in battle.

People are inherently dead, let alone those who lick blood with their knives.

Liu Qianfang has a past that he can't forget, that is, when he was fifteen years old, on the flint plain outside Wuxian Pass, after a hand-to-hand combat with the scout team of a certain dynasty, he was covered in blood, and he fell asleep on the mountain of corpses piled up with the bodies of enemies and allies.

Then he had a dream in which he dreamed that his soul was out of his body, floating in the air, and his body was lying on the ground under his feet, and his head was in a different place, and his eyes were gouged out, and he was miserable.

But at that time, he didn't panic, he just thought that he was no different from those soldiers who died in battle.

When he woke up, there were two tear streaks on his face, and he cried.

He didn't know why he was crying, it was probably the first and only time he cried since he was a baby.

He never told anyone about it, including his father Liu Bin, because he didn't understand why he was crying.

Today he finally knew that the tears of the year were the instinctive sadness of his soul.

How can you pass away without experiencing the thrill of being in charge of war yourself?

Liu Qianfang couldn't help but raise the Chu Jiang in his hand high, he wanted to look up to the sky and howl, but he still held it back after all.

"Spare your life!"

The soldiers who were kneeling and lurking, and the people hiding behind the dilapidated buildings were frightened by him, and thought that the commander of the Xuandu army had given the order to kill.

The two lieutenants who were in charge of assisting Liu Qianfang were riding behind Liu Qianfang on horseback, and they were at a loss for a while when they saw the coach.

The lieutenant general on the left quietly approached the lieutenant general on the right and asked softly, "What does this mean?"

When they were first assigned as deputy generals, these two generals who had followed Liao Bailian for many years were still a little unconvinced, why did they ask us to be a deputy to a young general in his early twenties?

But after seeing Liu Qianfang's almost innate extraordinary military talent during this time, they completely became the supporters of this marshal.

The deputy general on the right spread his hands and said, "I don't know if you ask me, how can you and I figure out the depth of the handsome." ”

"Just like when we first met him, you think he was young and inexperienced, and you see him as the first layer, and you feel like you are on the second level, but in fact they are estimated to be the fifth layer. ”

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When the good news of Liu Qianfang's capture of Nanxuanfu had not yet reached Xuandu, under Chu Mo's arrangement, one person rode out of the city on a fast horse and went to the southwest.

Emerald Mountain, a famous spiritual mountain in the south of Dayue.

Legend has it that there were immortals who feathered and ascended to immortals here, so this mountain is shrouded in fairy mist all year round.

And because its mountain emits a strange blue light when viewed from a distance, like a huge jadeite, it is called the emerald mountain.

The shirtless man threw the empty wine vat in his hand to the ground, turned over and dismounted.

He was at the foot of the Emerald Mountain.

Looking up, there is a cloud of mist, shining with a dazzling fantasy blue light.

The upper part of the whole mountain is hidden in the perennial fog, looming, like a benefictuous dancer wearing a gorgeous veil, but there is a special attraction, teaching people to have an urge to go up and lift the veil to see the beauty.

It seems that a rain has just fallen here, and the plants that grow along the mountain are filled with a damp air, and with the ubiquitous mist mixed in the air, the feeling of inhaling is jerky at first, and then there is an indescribable transparency, so refreshing and refreshing.

"Hmmm......"

The naked man took a sharp breath, and then exhaled the turbid qi in his body.

"Every time I come to the foot of this jade mountain, I feel that the air is much better than other places, no wonder they all say that they can become immortals by practicing here, and find an opportunity to move the general altar of our Broken Sword Pavilion to this mountain, and also let a few immortals come out of the pavilion, so that Lao Tzu can open his eyes. ”

A faint ray of sunlight shone through the layers of clouds and mist, reflecting the man's bearded and uninhibited face, which was none other than the sword demon of the Pure Determination Dojo, one of the twelve immortals, the White Ghost.

He put his hands behind his back, jumped lightly, and stepped on the mountain wall with one foot.

With the help of strength, the whole person soared up a long way.

The white ghost relied on a shocking internal force to climb step by step towards the peak of the Emerald Mountain, where there was no way to go at all.

"His grandmother's, climbing the mountain is not tired! Next time, he must invite Li Fei's old stubborn donkey out, and this kind of work will be done by him in the future!"