"My lord, do we need to do something?"

In the convoy, a cultivator rode up to the carriage of the official in crimson official robes and asked softly.

"No, you don't. ”

The official thought seriously and shook his head.

After a few breaths, he raised his head in the carriage and asked with a heavy heart: "You have been to the Northern Wei Dynasty before, the Northern Wei Demon Sect... What kind of person is he?"

The practitioner knew why the official had asked such a question.

Even cultivators who had never fought on the battlefield might not be able to help but think about such a question when they saw a battle like today.

The fact that a cultivator of the Divine Mind Realm abolished an arm of a cultivator who had entered the Holy Realm in the Southern Dynasty was as inconceivable as an eagle in the sky being torn off a wing by a rabbit on the grassland.

But the most important thing is why even such a powerful cultivator is willing to die for the Demon Sect.

"In some places in the Northern Wei Dynasty where even vultures could not live, many tribes worshipped him as a god. ”

Listening to such an answer after careful consideration, the official in the carriage took a deep breath, and an unspeakable wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Those tribes who have lived in the cold desert of the Northern Wei Dynasty for generations, whether they compete for ore and meteorite to make a living, or live by looting and hunting, are extremely hard, and those tribes can even kill people for a piece of meat, or they can die for a piece of meat.

For centuries or even millennia, these tribes needed the support of faith to face extreme hardship and the strength of the spirit to escape physical suffering.

The people who can make these people worship as gods are not just as simple as having power.

.......

A goshawk flies in the sky.

It caught the colder and colder winds and flew north.

More and more fireworks were in the distance, some from wolf smoke released by the army's message, others from the burning of cities and villages.

The goshawk rose through a burning village into a faint smoke high in the air, and then quickly descended towards a marching convoy.

A green-shirted cultivator in the convoy stretched out his arm to let the goshawk fall and removed the letter box from its feet.

Just by opening it and taking a look, the green-shirted cultivator's face turned as pale as snow.

"Who would have thought that even the use of a sub-saint would not succeed?"

When this secret note was delivered to Chen Qianru's hands, Chen Jianru was stunned, and there were a few more wrinkles in the corners of his eyes that were difficult to detect with the naked eye. He stepped out of the carriage, looked at an abandoned barracks at the end of his sight, and sighed deeply.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the map that had been hovering in front of him all these days flashed clearly in his mind.

The higher you climb, the more terrible the fall.

In the world of the strong, there is no room for the slightest mistake.

Of course, he couldn't underestimate the enemy, and it was impossible to underestimate the Demon Sect, but the power of the Demon Sect was still stronger than he imagined.

For people like him, failure means death.

In this map, it no longer makes sense for him to have more Southern Korean troops reduce casualties.

What he needs to find out is a way to die and appease the anger of many people in Jiankang City to the greatest extent.

It's hard to solve a lot of small problems, but it's easy to find the crux of the problem.

It only took him a few breaths before he opened his eyes, then turned back to his carriage.

"Give me one last ride to Daoren City. ”

He said to the driver of his carriage, and then to the many green-shirted cultivators who were standing beside the carriage, he said, "You don't have to accompany me next, you leave by yourself, or do what your family orders." ”

All of these people would not question any of his orders before, but listening to his orders, these green-shirted cultivators were silent for a long time, and then one of them said softly: "Life and death have fate, and wealth is in the sky. If you say that you will follow your lords, how can you break your promise?"

Chen Duru lowered his head and said, "It doesn't make sense." ”

The green-shirted cultivator said in a deep voice, "It is more meaningful to die on the battlefield than to die in a conspiracy. ”

Chen Qianru said: "Is it the same?"

"Everything is done just so that the Southern Dynasty can win this big war. In that case, it doesn't matter where you die. The green-shirted cultivator laughed faintly.

......

Night is falling.

A great city with very strong walls lit many torches at the top of the walls.

The name of this city is called Gucheng.

When the lights in this big city gradually turned on, many places on the walls were illuminated, and the soldiers, archers, and cultivators of the Southern Dynasty were shrouded in the darkness behind the light, many campfires were also lit on the fields southeast of the city.

Campfires lit up tens of thousands of black tents.

Behind these black tents, near a riverbank, more campfires were lit.

A Northern Wei general stood on a mound of earth, looking at the city of the Southern Dynasty in the dark like a lone wolf standing on a high slope looking down on his territory.

The armor on his body had some galloping wolf-like runes on his chest and behind him, and this black armor he had obviously worn for a long time, but the new slash marks and arrow marks were even more.

He is a famous general of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

In the past half a month, his army has broken through eleven cities in the Southern Dynasty, seemingly unstoppable, and the dense bonfires in the company camp behind him show that his sergeants should be more than ten times the defenders of the Southern Dynasty in the city, and in the siege of the city in the first two days, the army under his command even attacked the eastern city wall.

However, the real situation was clearer than those Southern Dynasty generals in Gucheng in front of him.

His army's physical strength and willpower were close to the limit, and they were at the end of their power.

The military rations and some of the ordnance consumed were no longer enough, and the dense bonfires were only several times more than the number of troops he ordered the sergeants to burn, and the actual number of troops under his command was only three times that of the army in the city.

If they could not break through this city within two days, they would run out of food, and even if they retreated, they would be mortally pursued by the Southern Korean army.

The most important thing is that, according to the latest military situation, reinforcements from the South Korea will arrive in the near future.

More far-reaching, if they can't break through this place within two days, the Sucheng behind this fortified city should be defended, and it will be more difficult for them to take several important reserves of the Southern Dynasty in one go.

Of course, he didn't think it was a sure defeat.

Because according to the military information transmitted from his side, reinforcements will also arrive tonight.

It's just that what makes him uneasy and puzzled is that there are only a few hundred horses along the way, and they have been changing horses for more than ten days and galloping over.

It's just that these hundred horsemen, even if there are powerful cultivators among them, can they play a decisive role in the siege battle that must be won in two or three days?

In the solid city in front of him, what stopped his progress was not only a large number of crossbow arrows, but also the six swords in the Southern Dynasty general Lan Huaigong's brave army.

Those were also powerful cultivators, and in the past battles, only two of those cultivators had attacked on the eastern city wall, and the rest of the true elements in their bodies had not been used at all.

The night was getting deeper.

The sound of horses' hooves approached.

Some of the cultivators in the torture and barracks took advantage of the firelight, and when they saw the first rider at the head, they all fell into great shock and joy.

"Lord Wang!"

A subtle, irrepressible exclamation sounded.

Like a spark, it really ignited the entire Northern Wei Dynasty company camp in an instant!