The Tanhan Kingdom, which was clamoring for the death of the Eastern Pole Empire, was completely silent, and the more than 400,000 troops led by Fan Wu had all been arranged, and there was only one order left to destroy the Tanhan Kingdom.

Although the whole country of Tanhan is no longer as noisy as before, it is not really afraid, and it is still quickly arranging soldiers, horses, and horsemen from all over the country, allocating grain and grass, and preparing for the final decisive battle. Those old people in Yangzhou City, except for a small number of old people who did not withdraw from Yangzhou City at that time and were determined to die in Yangzhou City even if they died, the rest of the old people of various families were evacuated to Tanhan Kingdom.

Now the eyes of the entire Eastern Regions and even the whole world are placed here.

There is a majestic city on the border of the Tanhan Kingdom, called the Dead City, which is a frontier giant city that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is the first giant city that the East Pole Empire must pass through to attack the Tanhan Kingdom. There are many hills outside the city, which is not suitable for the large-scale sprint of the cavalry, and there are 30,000 heavy armored foot soldiers in the city, as well as 70,000 light cavalry, and more than 300,000 people. The entire 100,000 army made this giant city a tall barrier, guarding the Tanhan Kingdom.

However, half a month ago, the city gate of Tanhan had been closed, and a large number of soldiers began to patrol the city day and night, and a curfew began to be implemented in the city. Because the vanguard cavalry of the Eastern Pole Empire has already arrived in the city.

In the barracks outside the city, a man in a cold and starry iron armor stood in the camp tent of the commander-in-chief, listening to the reports of several lieutenants in front of him.

"Grain and grass were delivered to this place yesterday evening. It's enough for an army of 400,000 for half a month!"

"The bows, crossbows, arrows and horses have also been replenished, and there is still enough redundancy, and now all of my 460,000 soldiers are equipped with long swords and iron armor! Among them, the 200,000 iron horsemen are all two horses, some elite old word battalions, and even everyone is three horses!"

"There is also the heart of our army, there is no need to say it anymore, it has always been extremely high!

Several lieutenants all confidently reported to the man, and their eyes were very hot, looking at the man in front of them, as if they were looking at the greatest person in the world.

That man is Fan Wu, now in his early 10s and thirties, his stubble is already hard and black, and his face has faded away from the shyness, nervousness and youthfulness when he entered the barracks, replaced by incomparable confidence and calmness, as if the world is in his hands, this kind of momentum is cultivated in the past ten years of continuous conquest, constantly wandering between success and failure, life and death, and cannot be faked.

And those lieutenant generals were all raised by him, the oldest is only in his early forties, and the youngest lieutenant general is only the age of a weak crown. They used to be with Fan Wu, a team of thirteen people, and now only four of them remain. These three lieutenant generals have witnessed how Fan Wu rose step by step from a small captain, from the beginning of contempt, to later admiration, and then to admiration, to now, it is already worship.

Fan Wu nodded, did not pretend to groan, nor did he comment on the rights and wrongs of these lieutenants, but said in a deep voice: "Start breaking the city!"

The three lieutenant generals' eyes lit up when they heard this, and then they clenched their fists in unison: "Get the order!"

It's finally time to start the siege!

The more than 400,000 troops who have been stationed in place these days have long been impatient, looking at the majestic city close at hand, their hearts are itching, and now General Fan has finally ordered the siege of the city!

Under the leadership of Fan Wu, the more than 400,000 troops have long developed a firm belief that "the battle will be won, and the attack will be defeated", and their mentality towards that General Fan is similar to that of the three deputy generals, and now they all admire and worship this General Fan from the bottom of their hearts.

In private, they all gave the approachable General Fan the title of "God of Soldiers", which means "using soldiers like gods". Those men who almost don't know a single word, don't admire those who read, don't admire those masters of the rivers and lakes, and only convince people who can fight and fight without losing every game, Fan Wu is such a general. He won the hearts of the people.

A centurion who was patrolling the dead city was leading his more than 100 people to patrol the city tower, when he suddenly felt the ground shake, and then saw the dust in the barracks in the distance, and there was a faint sound of horses.

His face changed drastically, and he shouted loudly: "The enemy is invading!

Knock knock!

The entire garrison city was immediately put into operation, the crossbowmen were in place, the heavily armored iron pawns were in armor, and the light horses were mounted.

Some of the Jianghu people who defected to the Southern Alliance also jumped up with swords and swords and jumped onto the city to prevent some of the enemy's Jianghu masters from coming to the battle.

Although Fan Wu no longer had to charge into battle in person, he was still accustomed to wearing armor, riding the dazzling white snow heavenly horse, carrying a war sword at his waist, outside the camp tent, behind the front line, watching.

By his side, there were two palace guards personally sent by the Son of Heaven of the Empire, both of whom were great masters at the peak of the Eight Ranks, responsible for Fan Wu's safety.

Because although Fan Wu uses soldiers like gods and arms to make fingers, his current cultivation of the six grades, for those Jianghu assassins who are good at assassination, this realm is not too high, Fan Wu didn't care before, because he looked down on those people in the rivers and lakes. In his opinion, thousands of troops and horses are galloping past, what is the use of you as a master of the rivers and lakes, no matter how high your realm is? So he suffered a big loss before, once an assassin at the peak of the seventh rank sneaked into his tent, killed his guards in front of the tent, and then almost killed him too. That time, he was lucky enough to catch up with several strong generals under him to report the war to him, and those generals were all at the realm of the seventh rank and the peak of the seventh grade, so he killed the assassin.

It was that time that the emperor who was not full of joy and anger was furious in the early dynasty, and scolded in front of the Manchu civil and military forces: "General Fan fought the front line, and his achievements were world-remarkable, and he made great contributions to our empire, but he almost died in the hands of Xiaoxiao yesterday! That is the great general of our empire! It is really ridiculous! Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Ridiculous!" Then the emperor personally issued an order and sent two of the four gatekeepers of the capital to come to Fan Wu's side day and night to take charge of his safety.

"You two, you can also go and practice, otherwise staying by my side all the time will be too boring for the two of you. Fan Wu looked at the tall city wall in the distance and said with a faint smile.

"General, this is the duty entrusted to us by His Majesty, we are only responsible for the safety of the General, and ignore everything else. An old man dressed in gray said with a blank face.

"Anyway, that city is not far from the military camp, with the strength of the two of them, even if they go to the city to fight, they must be able to return to me immediately. Fan Wu still said with a smile.

"What the general said is very true. Another eagle-eyed old man in black said with a smile, and then said a little coldly: "The old man hasn't moved his muscles and bones for many days, old man Zhang, do you dare to compete with the old man to see who kills more and kills faster?"

The gray-clothed old man glanced at Fan Wu, Fan Wu smiled and nodded, "You can have a comparison, and by the way, let me also see how much lethality a master of the level of the Great Grandmaster has on the battlefield." ”

He snorted coldly: "Since the general has spoken, why don't the old man dare." ”

"Jie Ji ......" The old man in black turned his head to look at the city, and sneered again.

The old man in black and the old man in gray walked at the same time, and after two breaths, the two appeared at the head of the city.

At this time, those besieging soldiers were still climbing the city, and they were constantly being mercilessly shot by the crossbowmen on the head of the city. In front of the tall city gate, a layer of corpses has been piled up.

The centurion who was the first to discover the enemy invasion at the head of the city of death looked at an old man in black who was suddenly in front of him, and was a little surprised, not knowing why this person could suddenly appear.

But in an instant, he reacted, this old man in black was a master of the rivers and lakes!

But at the moment when he reacted, he suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and before his consciousness fell into the boundless darkness, he seemed to see a headless corpse, very similar to his own.

The old man in black looked indifferent, walked with his hands in his hands, and walked on the head of the enemy's city, like a leisurely stroll, as if he was walking in the garden of his home.

But as soon as the guards approached him three feet, the heads were automatically separated, leaving only the headless corpses. At the beginning, many soldiers flocked up, wanting to take advantage of the large number of people and grind this master of the rivers and lakes to death, but after a hundred people died, they found that the old man in black was still walking slowly without panting.

"Dog thief, damn it, give me my life!" a tall man with a large body watched the robes that fought side by side with him die, his eyes widened, red and bloodied, and he shouted and cursed, and raised his sword to kill the old man in black.

The old man in black didn't even look at him, and like the dead soldiers before, his body automatically separated and fell in a pool of blood.

On the other side, the old man in gray was even more shocking than the old man in black. The old man in gray lifted his sword to kill the enemy, and every time he took out his sword, he must kill a soldier, of course, he was extremely fast with his sword, and he produced a hundred swords in an instant.

In just an instant, hundreds of defenders of the city were pierced through the heart by a sword and died.

Those masters of the rivers and lakes at the head of the city have joined forces to stop the two old men, but to no avail, those masters of the rivers and lakes who blocked are almost all monks of the middle and third grades, and there are few monks of the seventh-grade realm, and the two who take the lead are monks at the peak of the seven-grade rank.

They divided up and took their monks and formed a formation together to block them.

The old man in black looked at the formation formed by dozens of people in the rivers and lakes in a hurry, sneered, and after his hands were no longer negative, he put his hands out together, and his fists suddenly burst out, and the dozens of people flew down the city upside down like a leaf in the wind, and everyone vomited blood in mid-air and died.

On the gray-clothed old man's side, under the leadership of the seventh-rank peak monk, the dozens of people in the rivers and lakes also formed a formation, and two of them were proficient in the formation, so this formation was stronger, and it could even stop the eighth-rank grandmaster. However, they were facing a great grandmaster at the peak of the eighth grade.

They only blocked the sword of the old man in gray.

"Huh, it's good to be able to block the old man's sword. The gray-clothed old man smiled and praised, and then swung a sword horizontally again, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the wall of the wide city guarding the city was suddenly flattened by half a zhang, and the dozens of people in the rivers and lakes were directly split in half by a sword, and were cut off by the waist, and died on the spot.

While the two were fighting, the guards of the city continued to climb the city wall to fill these gaps.

None of those armor soldiers could come close to them, and they were all mercilessly slaughtered.

In a matter of moments, the two of them had killed thousands. Of course, they were human beings, and although they still didn't breathe, they were clearly tired. But they are having fun killing and are not ready to stop.

They were about to go on another killing spree when muffled thunder and black clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, exuding an aura of terror. This is the breath that only exists when the Heavenly Dao restricts those monks from going against the sky.

This kind of aura is most familiar to the Demon Dao Great Cultivator. When a monk kills too many innocent people, they all come to the back, and this happens.

The two old men looked up at the sky at the same time, and then no longer hesitated, they directly stepped out of the city wall, got off the city guard, and quickly returned to the barracks. But instead of diminishing, those breaths have become stronger.

The two of them had no choice but to hold their breath and concentrate on the killing intent in their hearts. Sure enough, it worked, and after a while, those terrifying breaths and the impending Heavenly Tribulation dissipated.

Their faces were calm, and the old man in black looked at the sky and said coldly: "Give him a face, and he won't kill him today." ”

The old man in gray didn't say anything, but returned to Fan Wu's side and continued to act as a taciturn "guard". Fan Wu knew that the old man in gray didn't like to talk, so he didn't ask.

When the old man in black soon returned to this place, Fan Wu asked, "What happened just now?"

"Killing those ants too much, God is unwilling, thinking that we are against the way of heaven. The old man in black smiled and said, "But it doesn't matter, I have experienced that kind of catastrophe, although it is terrifying, it will not directly kill me." At most, it is an injury. ”

"Why do you need to do this, the two of you don't have to affect your own avenue in order to kill the enemy. I, Fan Wu, have absolute confidence that I will unify the Eastern Regions soon, and the two of you don't need to make any more moves, otherwise Your Majesty will blame it, and it will be difficult to explain. ”

The old man in black didn't nod, but grinned and said, "It's really a pleasure to kill thousands of soldiers today!"

Fan Wu looked at the cold smile of the old man in black, and felt a little disgusted in his heart, but he was still smiling on the surface, "I didn't expect that a person of the Great Grandmaster level could gallop so well on the battlefield, killing thousands of people without changing his face and breathing, it is really the style of a grandmaster!"

The old man in black said disapprehantly: "This is because the soldiers of the Tan Han Kingdom are weak, and this time they are fighting with those foot soldiers who defend the city in the city, so it will be so easy." If we face the elite soldiers of our empire, and then in the open plains, thousands of troops and horses rush together, even I can't bear it. ”

"At that time, how many enemies could be killed at the level of the Great Grandmaster?"

"I reckon if I kill thousands, I'll be consumed alive. You are a person in the army, and you know very well that the current imperial army has practiced a lot of formations to deal with monks in order to fight against those sects in Zhongzhou in the future. In fact, strictly speaking, those soldiers of the empire are also considered monks, but the realm is low, and most of them are in the realm of three or four grades, which makes people mistakenly think that they are not real killers. Although the individual is weak, those multi-person formations are extremely powerful!"

The old man in black was a little serious when he said this.

Fan Wu nodded, he was an imperial general, and he was naturally familiar with military affairs, and knew the power and staying power of those formations. Among them, the most important thing is actually staying power, and it is impossible to deal with those who are extremely strong, and it is impossible to pursue instant kills. You can only use a slow knife to cut the flesh and grind those strong to death little by little. Like an ant gnawing on an elephant.

Rivers and lakes to the battlefield, and the battlefield to the rivers and lakes. This kind of duel is the most tragic!

"I'm really looking forward to a large-scale fight with those Jianghu monks!" Fan Wu's eyes were filled with fierce fighting intent and confidence.