Fan Wu didn't ride the deep snow Pegasus that he loved this time, he walked slowly alone.

Walking in this place that cost him more than 200,000 robes.

The blood on the ground was several feet thick, mixed with severed bones and limbs, and the smell of blood was very strong.

However, as long as you are a battle-hardened person, you have long been accustomed to this kind of taste, and you will not frown at it.

Although there was no one around Fan Wu, there were two old men not far away. It was the two gatekeepers of the Imperial City that the Son of Heaven had sent to him, and when he was fighting in the Eastern Regions, these two powerful great masters had saved him more than once. Although he didn't like these two cruel old men very much, he never showed any disgust. He is no longer a teenager, and he is no longer so young.

He walked slowly while touching the thick black rough stubble on his chin.

This attack on Qin Jianmen was an idea and decision that he had taken for more than half a year.

There are three reasons: First, Qin Jianmen is located in the easternmost part of Zhongzhou, and it is the first hard idea to tie up, which is the closest to the main army led by Fan Wu, which is convenient for dispatching troops. The second is that he needs to not only win the first battle, but also win it more fiercely, so that people feel that it is difficult to win, so as to dissipate the arrogance of some of his subordinates' self-contained and proud old-fashioned battalions, and polish the sharpness of those soldiers - he has found that some of the soldiers he has brought with his own hands in the past two years have appeared some conceited and arrogant. The third is that according to the secret report of the spies, this Qin Jianmen is determined to resist to the end, the sect master named Qin Mu is still an eight-grade kendo master, and he is still a relatively famous sword cultivator in Zhongzhou, killing this person can extinguish the prestige of the Zhongzhou Jianghu sect.

Jianghu Grandmaster, he has killed. When attacking Yangzhou City many years ago, there were two Jianghu grandmasters who did not leave, but chose to defend the city and fight to the death.

He still remembers the scene.

One of the two grandmasters used a sword, the other held a gun, and the two stood on the tall head of Yangzhou City, just like that, and defended for seven hours, killing more than 30,000 enemies.

The corpses that had been shot down from the top of the city were stacked on top of each other, until they were almost as tall as the head of the city. The heavens did not fall on the catastrophe, but only fell snowflakes, and the snow flew in July. In order to bid farewell to the two Jianghu masters.

Another time, it was the battle to unify the Eastern Regions, and several grandmasters who had been hidden all along, as well as many monks from the seven-rank realm and the seven-rank peak realm, fought with it.

However, that battle was not so tragic, because Fan Wuming and the two great masters who protected him took action, and he didn't want to see his robes being harvested like wheat again. As soon as the two great grandmasters made a move, those "traitors" who were no higher than the realm of grandmasters, after struggling desperately for a while, they all cried for their lives.

This time to attack Qin Jianmen, Fan Wu didn't let the two great masters who protected him make a move, because those two couldn't kill and plunder. Just like back then, once there is a large-scale killing and plundering, there will be a catastrophe.

Fan Wu asked the reason before, and the two old men replied: "Actually, it's not because of our high strength that killing people is restricted. It's that we come from the imperial family, and the fate of the Son of Heaven and the luck of a country are closely related, and the cause and effect are too heavy and implicated in each other, so we can't take too many people's lives at will, otherwise it will not only backfire on us, but also affect Your Majesty and even the entire East Pole Empire. ”

At that time, Fan Wu asked again, "Can those real people in the rivers and lakes kill people at will?"

"It may also be eaten by some heaven and earth, which will damage the Great Dao, but if they really want to do it, it will not be a big problem, as long as the state of mind is passable. However, it is precisely this that restricts many masters of the rivers and lakes from acting at will. Once you act at will and go against your true heart, then the avenue of your body will collapse, and you will no longer have any hope of cultivating at the peak in this life. ”

"In other words, as long as their state of mind is passable, as long as there are no major obstacles in their hearts, as long as they follow their wishes, they can kill people at will?"

"Yes, but at that time, it was no longer called 'willful' killing, but there was a reason, and it was done according to the rules. This is something that we, the gatekeepers of the imperial city, can't do, after all, they don't have any national qi and destiny. ”

Fan Wu's mood was a little heavy, he looked at the red blood mud in his eyes, and for the first time felt the strength of the Jianghu Sect, which he had completely underestimated before.

When he was in the Eastern Regions, because of the restrictions of the empire, as far as the eye could see, except for the Dao Palace, there was no big sect in the true sense, so there was no big sect fighting to the death. There is only a dynasty that fights to the death, let him pay attention to it, and make him serious. In Midstate, it's the opposite. There is no big dynasty in Zhongzhou, only countless powerful and powerful sects.

This kind of profound and powerful great sect is almost invisible in the Eastern Regions.

Fan Wu turned around and walked to the two old men, and asked softly, "How many of the strength of this Qin Sword Sect can be ranked in Zhongzhou, and how many can it be ranked in the Eastern Regions?"

The two old men glanced at each other, and the gray-clothed old man didn't think much about it, so he spoke directly: "The strength of Qin Jianmen, placed in Zhongzhou, is probably a big sect outside fifty and within a hundred. If it is placed in the Eastern Regions, it will be in the top ten. According to the background and killing power, Qin Jianmen can even rank fourth and fifth in the Eastern Regions. ”

Fan Wu frowned slightly, although he had already thought about it, he didn't expect it to be more exaggerated than he imagined.

"The important thing is that those sects continue to have new and talented disciples appearing, and the high-end combat power is constantly replenished with time, and the armor warriors of our four empires will only become fewer and fewer. This more than 20 million elite armor soldiers is already the largest force that the logistics of the four empires can supply. Fan Wu said slightly, but he didn't have any worries or worries.

In his eyes, he still burned with the same high fighting spirit as when he led 10,000 people to raid for the first time, and it has not changed over the years.

He is close to the age of confusion, his figure is still tall and strong, and there is no trace of rickets, his right hand is placed on his waist, gently rubbing the long sword on his waist that has been fighting with him for twenty years, and his eyes look at the center of Zhongzhou.

More than 20 million imperial elites are enough to level Zhongzhou, it is only a matter of time.

This point, he constantly discussed with some of his subordinates, who were wise and good at deduction, and each time the result was: within twenty years of the war, there will inevitably be an unprecedented decisive battle, and this decisive battle, the side of the four empires will inevitably win.

There is just one thing that makes Fan Wu sigh slightly in his heart, that is, this victory must be a tragic victory, at the cost of losing nearly 20 million elites of the four empires, to win that "inevitable".

However, as an imperial general, he did not have any pain in his heart, nor did he have any sadness. This is war, this is the meaning of the armor, the golden iron horse, died on the battlefield, the bones were buried in another country, and the soul returned to his hometown.

"Imperial armor, imperial man, where is not home, where to die, where to be buried, the green mountains in the world are the same, where not to bury the bones of loyalty!" Fan Wu also said, "As far as the eye can see, it is the rivers and mountains of my empire! The place where the horses' hooves of the dragon armor and the divine army of our empire are stepping is where the hometown of my generation is located!"

Fan Wu returned to the barracks, and the two old men also returned to the barracks with him, and they still lived in a luxurious and huge barracks adjacent to the general camp where Fan Wu was.

Fan Wu talked to several lieutenants and confidants who had been waiting for him, and finally after he explained some military matters to these people, they retired.

After there was no one in the barracks, he sat down slowly, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that rarely appeared in the barracks from the drawer of the rosewood table, and after frowning and thinking, he wrote the words that were not good-looking or ugly.

It was written that his eyes were slightly rosy, and he remembered his father and mother and his favorite sister in his hometown thousands of miles away.

In the blink of an eye, he realized that he was almost no longer confused, and his parents were already over the age of six. He hadn't seen his parents for three years since the Son of Heaven of the Empire invited him to a farewell banquet in the Drunken Immortal Tower. Although this is not a long time in the barracks, it is not a short time for him.

He, a martial artist who only reads military books and has not read much scriptures, at this time he actually remembered a few lines of poetry recited by a friend named Ma Tengchang when he was young many years ago, when he was drunk with a group of good friends.

After he finished writing his family letter, he temporarily put down the majesty of being a general, the usual indifferent momentum of the superior, the sharp and wise vision, and the murderous aura of the battlefield.

At this time, he seems to have briefly returned to the appearance of his youth. His eyes were blurred, two lines of tears fell silently, and then he lay on the rosewood table like a drunkard, limp and paralyzed, muttering those lines of poetry indistinctly.

"Looking east at Chang'an, where is it? 103,000 miles back and forth. Write a letter to the family with empty paper. Tears are shed, and the book is back for next year. ”

"It's next year. ”

"The book is back, it's ...... next year"

After reading it, there was silence, and he still lay on the wooden table, as if he had fallen asleep.

After a while, he sat up, gently rubbed the letter, and then summoned someone to send the letter to Chang'an City of the Eastern Pole Empire in the Eastern Regions.

In the end, he regained his former majesty and demeanor, continued to sit on the big general's chair, lifted his brush, picked up a stack of heavy military documents, and squinted and pondered from time to time to deal with these busy military affairs.

General Fan never left, and Fan Wu is still there.