The sky was densely covered with haze, rivers of blood flowed on the snowfield, corpses were scattered everywhere, and broken blades and spears were half-hidden in the light red snow.
On the twenty-first day after Baiyao entered the snowfield, the battle between the two armies entered a fierce state.
The war spread across a large area of the Northland. The main forces of the two sides faced each other hundreds of miles away. Small groups of troops were constantly sent out to infiltrate and destroy, in an attempt to occupy more strategic points before the decisive battle.
At a certain stronghold, hundreds of Yin Shang soldiers have been surrounded by enemy troops.
They were in dire straits, many of their swords had already been cut with curled blades, and they had not received support for a long time.
They repelled several enemy attacks and suffered more than half casualties. The makeshift stronghold was in ruins and the enemy was reorganizing their formation.
"Bros!"
A middle-aged general stood up tremblingly.
He was hit by several arrows and his armor was soaked with blood. He still held on and shouted:
"Only by dying gloriously in battle can we fall into the arms of the gods!"
He held the big knife and gritted his teeth and said:
"Pick up your weapons! Don't take a step back!"
The soldiers below pulled out their long knives one after another, and even the seriously injured soldiers stood up with the help of others.
The atmosphere was solemn and solemn, and no one made a sound.
But even the new recruits who had just joined the army did not have any fear of death in their eyes.
Because now they are fighting for the gods!
I can witness with my own eyes the arrival of gods on earth! What an honor!
No one can forget the day of the sacrifice.
Four beams of light shot into the sky, and the earth trembled.
The overwhelming power pushed away the dark clouds that had shrouded the north all year round, and the sun hung high.
Above the stacked sky, four invisible gods looked down on the world.
Everyone's eyes filled with tears, and some even fainted from excitement.
"Do you still remember what Da Zhu said?"
The middle-aged general's eyes were firm, and although his body was shaking, his spirit remained firm.
"Whether poor or rich...no matter high or low..."
Someone said silently in the corner.
Immediately afterwards, everyone began to repeat Baiyao’s pre-war mobilization:
"As long as you pick up the sword for the living and fight bravely for the dead. As long as you use the blood of your enemies to prove your piety to the gods and fight to the death without retreating, you will be able to fall into the arms of the gods and gain the eternal glory of the kingdom of God..."
The ground shook slightly, and there were loud shouts of killing from all sides.
The middle-aged general took a deep breath and raised his sword high:
"For the gods! For great wishes!"
"For the gods! For great wishes!"
Sharp arrows whizzed past him. The soldiers' blood-red eyes flashed fanatically in their ferocious faces.
"kill!!!"
Hundreds of soldiers rushed out of the ruins and launched a fearless charge towards the rebels on all sides.
They seemed to have endless strength in their bodies, and the faith in their hearts became their armor, proving their piety with their lives.
But the enemy's numbers were too great, and their resistance was suppressed in an instant, and they were slaughtered in a short time.
Just when they were all killed, on a slope not far from the battlefield, thousands of heavy armored cavalry stood in formation, all armored black horses holding spears in their hands.
The cavalry's faces are covered with tattoos, and their armor is inlaid with bronze ornaments.
The Ancestral Temple Xiaoqi, Dashang’s most powerful army.
They are warriors who protect the ancestral temple, and they only obey orders from Da Zhu. There is no soldier who is not eager to join their ranks.
You know, they can be buried with Da Zhu after his death.
Ji Fa's expression was calm, and his face was no longer as childish as when he first joined the army.
In just a few months, countless deadly battles completely changed him.
He rode forward and ordered softly:
"Chisel formation."
The silent cavalry began to accelerate.
The rebel general was happy to seize the stronghold. When he looked back, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.
"They are Ziyao's personal soldiers!!"
"Run!"
It's too late.
Under the fierce charge, the rebels were torn out a bloody gap and were instantly defeated.
There is a huge gap between the two in terms of discipline and combat power.
After defeating the enemy, Ji Fa immediately set off towards the frontal battlefield.
Because the decisive battle has begun.
He and Su Quanzhong each led a thousand owl cavalry, responsible for clearing small groups of enemy troops on the battlefield.
The remaining three thousand, together with the ordinary cavalry, formed a terrifying army like a meat grinder.
Just now the cultivator sent a military order, asking him and Su Quanzhong to raid Yuan Futong's camp from the side and rear.
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There are no words to describe the brutality of the frontal battlefield.
Millions of people are already furious. Even in this mythical world, there are very few mortal wars on this scale.
This is the price of shortening fifteen years to one.
With such karma, Daluo Immortal would not dare to be tainted in the slightest. After this battle, the snowfield will most likely turn into a ghost land of Senluo.
All troops have been deployed in the front, and the camp is only guarded by thousands of infantry.
"Da Zhu, why don't we retreat a hundred miles? It's very dangerous here."
The distant killing cry reached his ears, and Wen Zhong stood beside Baiyao and cupped his hands.
After hearing this, Baiyao was silent for a moment, shook his head and said with a smile:
"Master, this is nothing. I have been in danger since I woke up."
Wen Zhong frowned and asked:
"how do I say this?"
Baiyao smiled and avoided the topic:
"If there is any danger, can't the Imperial Master's Mo Qilin only have one seat?"
You can't tell Wen Zhong that he is tied to the fate of the country. The Beihai War is nothing compared to the Conferred God.
Better days are yet to come.
Before Wen Zhong could reply, a cultivator came from the sky.
"Big congratulations! The enemy's front army is suddenly in chaos! Our cavalry has divided the battlefield!"
Hearing this, Baiyao smiled lightly at Wen Zhong and said:
"It seems that Ji Fa and Su Quanzhong have invaded Yuan Futong's camp."
The battle situation has been decided. In a head-to-head war, as long as one party makes a mistake or takes half a step back, the whole game will be lost.
Except for the group of Western soldiers who could fight to the death with the Yin and Shang armies, many of Yuan Futong's men could not be called soldiers.
He rebelled at the wrong time. He faced an all-out crusade from the entire empire and had no hope of winning.
Wen Zhong thought of the two young generals and sighed:
"They are really two strong men, but there is a lot of conflict between them."
"Young people, it's good to be energetic."
A snowflake fell from the sky. Baiyao caught it with his hand and said calmly:
"As long as I work hard, I can give them whatever they want."
After being silent for a while, Wen Zhong suddenly asked a question that he had been thinking about for a long time:
"Dazhu, you said in Chongcheng that the Great Chamber of Commerce was destroyed in a catastrophe, and the fate of that minister..."
Baiyao looked at him slowly.
The old man in front of him is no longer as high-spirited as he used to be. He has taught two generations of emperors and shouldered major national affairs. He is worthy of the royal family and the great merchants.
"The Grand Master died in battle."
Facing Wen Zhong, Baiyao couldn't bear to lie.
In the original work, after Wen Zhong defeated Yuan Futong and tied King Ling, before he could take a breath, Xiqi rebelled again and worked hard for the empire. In the end, he died in the Western Expedition to Longling.
"Did you die in battle..." Wen Zhong breathed a sigh of relief and smiled nonchalantly: "In this way, you are worthy of the entrustment of the late king."
Baiyao smiled and said:
"Regardless of whether the future can be changed, based on Taishi's achievements, you can definitely enter the ancestral temple after death."
Wen Zhong's eyes lit up:
"Is this true?"
Just as Baiyao was about to answer, the cold voice of the system suddenly sounded in his mind.
【warn】
[Foreign enemies invaded and the border was destroyed]
【National Fortune-500】
[Negative status: Reduce national luck by 20 points every year]
