The meaning of the crown prince Zhao Wuyan is to take advantage of the fact that Zhao Wouji has just killed his father and usurped the throne, and his heels have not yet stood firm, he will send troops to Penglai City to annihilate their rebels in one fell swoop, and never suffer in the future.

Only then did You Ao and the others know that the little fat man is now serving in the army. Destroying rebellion and appeasing the common people is a major event. Several elders praised the little fat man, told him to be more careful in everything, and then sent him down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, five elders stood in the autumn wind, their long hair fluttering in the wind. The five of them, with ten eyes, watched the little fat man disappear from view with the army.

You Ao's eyes were deep and thoughtful, he sighed, and said faintly: "Fourth, you have accepted a good apprentice!"

Qiao Huacheng smiled bitterly and said, "Senior brother, actually, I haven't taught him anything. Before this, I always thought that he had become a waste, and I was afraid that he would never be able to cultivate immortals again in this life. I never thought that he would have what he has today. ”

You Ao's eyes were shining, he glanced at the four junior brothers and sisters, and asked, "Can you see the depth of the little fat man's cultivation now?"

Qiao Huacheng and the others all shook their heads, even if the little fat man defeated Yi Yangping, it was only in his gestures, and he didn't show the depth of his cultivation at all. These four elders didn't dare to figure it out secretly, so they had to shake their heads and deny it.

You Ao pondered for a while, and said slowly: "If my prediction is correct, the little fat man's current cultivation is already above us. ”

"Won't it?"

The four of them were taken aback, although they also expected that the little fat man had cultivated well. However, it is unbelievable to say that the little fat man is above them. The cultivation of the Wandering Proud Sect Master had already reached the end of the Seven Stars as early as more than ten years ago. After so many years, even if it hasn't reached the gossip period, it's almost over. Now he actually said that the little fat man's cultivation was above him, which was almost like a fantasy. The little fat man was only in his teens now, how could he surpass these old monsters who had been cultivating for decades!

You Ao saw the doubts of his junior brothers and sisters, and said slowly: "Some people's talents can't be measured by time!"

Although a few of them thought it was incredible, they still believed the words of their senior brother. Senior brother is a thoughtful person who will not be untargeted.

"Let's go back to cultivation too!"

You Ao said a word dejectedly, their decades of cultivation were not as good as a child who had only a few years of cultivation. can't help but make them feel decadent, and the desire to fight for hegemony in their hearts is gone.

But it was said that the little fat man rode a tall horse and drove side by side with Liu Tian on the field road. In the direction of the barracks, the path is relatively close. Along the way, I saw that the green wheat seedlings in the field had arched their tender/tender little heads, and looked curiously at this new world.

Some busy farmers are struggling to get buckets of water from wells and irrigate their wheat fields. Give these wheat seedlings ready for overwintering a full meal, and when the next year comes, they will have a good harvest.

Xianjian Villa is not far from the prince's camp, and the little fat man and Liu Tian will soon arrive. The current little fat man not only has the Qiushui Yanling Knife, but also the Zhuxian Sword, a weapon that everyone in the world is jealous of, which is tantamount to adding wings to the tiger.

When the prince saw the little fat man, his face was excited, and he said, "Little fat man, our chance has come!"

The little fat man had already heard what Brother Liu Tian had said, and he understood what the prince meant, which was an opportunity to annihilate Zao Wou-Ki in one fell swoop. The little fat man nodded and said, "Brother Zhao, we must win this time!"

"Okay!" The prince laughed and said, "Reward the three armies today, and send troops to Penglai City early tomorrow morning." Wait for the day when the city is broken, and then talk about the reward for meritorious deeds. ”

At that moment, the prince ordered people to kill pigs and sheep, and drank sake for a while. It was noisy until midnight, and then they dispersed to rest.

On the second day, as soon as the sun spat out a halo, the army was on its way. Zhang Hei Xiaohei pioneer, opening the way in front. The prince's army followed, and Guan Changsheng served as the grain transportation officer.

The little fat man rode on a sweaty BMW and walked slowly beside the prince. These bloody horses were paid tribute to the imperial court by the king of the Saiwai domain, and there were only a few horses. Sweat and blood BMW can travel 1,000 a day and 800 at night. When running, the sweat is blood red, so it is called sweat and blood BMW. The prince is willing to give such a precious horse to the little fat man, which shows that he attaches great importance to the little fat man.

The little fat man now flies much faster than riding a horse, but he is still very grateful to the crown prince Zhao Wuyan for his weight.

The book is brief, and when the prince and his party approached Penglai City, it was noon the next day. Zao Wou-Ki had already set up his position and waited for Zhao Wuyan's arrival.

The wind blew the flags of both sides, swaying from side to side in the air. The war horse seemed to smell the aura of slaughter and remained silent. The soldiers, armed with spears and short swords, watched the opposing camp warily. In front of the commanders of the two armies, there are soldiers with huge shields to prevent the attack of the opposing archers.

Zhao Wuji saw Zhao Wuyan and looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Zhao Wuyan, there is a way in heaven for you not to go, and there is no door to hell for you to vote for." I didn't go looking for you, you dared to send it to the door. Maybe I'll kill you today, the prince. Tomorrow, I will reorganize my army and go north to take the country. ”

Zhao Wuyan looked at Zhao Wuji coldly and did not speak. Because, he already felt that Zao Wou-Ki was mad and hopeless. Now, only by force speaks. Defeat his army and return Tianhua to a peaceful society.

"Prince, do you want to attack?"

Liu Tian whispered in front of Zao Wou-Ki, his eyes always paying attention to Zao Wou-Ki. At this moment, Liu Tian's eyes are also full of fanaticism. There is not a soldier who is not bloodthirsty. Especially at the moment when the soldiers came to the city, it seemed that they had forgotten about life and death, and there was only killing in their eyes.

The prince nodded slightly, his eyes full of determination. After getting the prince's permission, Liu Tian waved the military flag in his hand and shouted: "Kill!"

Suddenly, the soldiers armed up their spears and attacked Zhao Wuyan's army. The two armies faced each other, and the sound of fighting sounded together. The swords intersected, and there was a long groan that seemed like joy and pain. Countless soldiers fell under the opponent's spears, and before they could stand up, they were trampled under the hooves of the horses and became a wisp of dead souls on the battlefield.

War is cruel, either you die or I die. To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself. Those poets who stood in the back also used their own human blood to sing the famous sentence of the ages: One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither!

Yes, there are no fathers and sons, no brothers, only enemies and comrades-in-arms on the battlefield. Sending one's own sword into the chest of the enemy is a heroic spirit. Using his own body to cover the sword for his comrades-in-arms is a kind of chivalrous incarnation. These two spirits are intertwined, and they have achieved the reputation of one hero after another.

Blood was spilled all over the field, and there were stumps and broken bones everywhere. The clouds in the sky also turned red, as if they had been stained red by the blood of the soldiers. The sound of weapons clashing was endless, one enemy after another fell, and one comrade after another died. One by one, they lay in this world, and perhaps, after death, they did not even have a grave of their own. Even if someone comes to worship, the name is a mass grave or something.

The little fat man was clinging to the prince's side, and he did not go into battle himself. Because he wants to protect the prince's safety and prevent him from being attacked by those immortal cultivators.

In wartime, it seemed to be very beneficial to his side, and there were fewer and fewer soldiers around Zao Wou-Ki. The little fat man did not feel happy, as if he felt more and more uneasy. From Zao Wou-Ki's eyes, he didn't see the decadence that was about to fail. On the contrary, he saw a senselessness and sarcasm in Zao Wou-Ki's eyes. It's as if he's the one who has the advantage, he's the one who's the winner.

What made the little fat man even more uneasy was that until now, he hadn't seen Han Feiguan and the people of Thousand Poison Ridge again. The dead people under Zao Wou-Ki were just ordinary soldiers, just some people who didn't know how to cultivate immortals, or who were lowly in Taoism.

The little fat man knew that the only ones who could really dominate the final victory of the battle were those masters of immortal cultivation. A master like Han Feiguan, as long as he appeared in a ghostly manner, he unexpectedly subdued the crown prince Zhao Wuyan. Without a leader, the imperial army will be self-defeating.

However, so far, I have never seen the appearance of immortal cultivators, let alone the appearance of Han Feiguan. The little fat man felt a little uneasy in his heart, feeling that Han Feiguan might be hiding in the shadows and preparing to have some conspiracy.

"Kill!"

After another burst of shouting, there were less than a thousand soldiers in front of Zao Wou-Ki. In the face of Zhao Wuyan's 100,000 army, he was not afraid. Zao Wou-Ki looked back at the back, and a man stepped out of his soldiers. The little fat man was taken aback when he saw this person's outfit.

The man was dressed in black, with a hood on his head, and only two eyes were exposed. His eyes were shining, and he looked like a cultivator. On his waist was a curved knife with a slightly longer scabbard than the one used by ordinary immortal cultivators.

"Ninja!"

The little fat man saw this man's outfit and cried out in a lost voice. These people are the same as the Dongying warrior costumes who have fought with the little fat man, and the little fat man also learned from Zhao Wuyan that in Dongying, these people are called "ninjas".

This ninja is all a master of cultivating immortals, and the little fat man once met with them. Knowing that in addition to their cultivation to a high level, they are also good at hiding their whereabouts. It is often possible to take the opponent by surprise and cut the opponent under the knife.

Zao Wou-Ki nodded slightly at the ninja who had just appeared, and the ninja nodded in return. He put his finger in his mouth, and a shrill whistle sounded. The soldiers on both sides who were fighting were puzzled and looked up one after another.

The little fat man heard the whistle and raised his vigilance. Suddenly, a black figure appeared in front of him, brandishing a weapon, and quickly slashed towards the crown prince Zhao Wuyan.

"Be careful!" the little fat man shouted, slashing at the black figure.