"After the defeat of Fangtou, Su Gong learned from the pain and believed that the reason for such a disastrous defeat was that the people in charge did not know how to fight."
"I have military generals in my court. Those who have cultivated to the eighth level can be the leader of the building and build their own banner. Those who have cultivated to the seventh level can be the military leader and lead their own army."
"In this way, the ones with the highest cultivation level in the army are like rice scattered on the beach, scattered throughout the army. Suolu is trained as a hundred Bao Xianbei with eighth-grade elites. Once there is a confrontation, I feel like my fingers are loosened, and he is really clenched into a fist to fight. Come."
Feng Buxing let out a long sigh. As Su Gong's assistant, he saw with his own eyes how this armored cavalry was organized into an army.
"With one strike from his thunder, I could only fall apart. Su Gong spent eight years selecting 800 warriors from the frontier army, personally teaching them, and training them into 800 Black Cloud Armor Cavalry, all of whom are at the seventh level of cultivation."
"The Royal Horse Supervisor also bred dragon colts in Dongting Lake. After years of hard work, he obtained a total of 3,786 dragon-blooded colts."
"Zhongcheng," Feng Buxing looked at Yu Yu: "This kind of armored knight shouldn't be here."
Yu Zhen didn't respond.
He could understand Feng's inability to think.
Indeed, such elites should appear under Wei Huaiwen's tent, and should serve as a sharp knife in the hands of this famous Southern Dynasty general, following him to hit the middle stream, crossing the river with a whip, clearing Heluo, and conquering China.
But the more this happens, the less this elite can appear in the North.
I understand the truth behind this, and Feng Bu can also understand it.
It's just that Feng Bu, the eunuch, can ask, but he, the external official, can't answer.
When this dynasty laid the foundation for the founding of the country, how could we avoid the word "usurpation"?
"Lin Xingyou, is there any news?"
Yu Hao had just arrived in Shanyin County. As soon as he arrived in Shanyin County, he began to deal with the backlog of government affairs, deploy specific defenses, deploy troops and generals, and move the population into the county.
Of course, I didn't forget to deal with Jiang Xian Cheng, a good and humble person.
It's just that the Xingyou Censor Lin Jiansheng, who is in the same fifth rank as Feng Buxing, is just like the name of the official position. He is really walking in the netherworld without a trace.
"Lin Jiansheng is one of the few masters of formations in the court. If he is properly arranged and uses the power of heaven and earth to press up the layers of formations, he will definitely be no match for ordinary fifth-level players."
Yu Zhen felt guilty when he heard this.
Although Yushi Zhongcheng knew that Feng Buhang had no intention of targeting him, the "Easy Five Ranks" naturally included him.
What everyone pursues in practice is the perfection of body and work, and the pursuit of further possibilities.
For Yu Zhen, cultivation is a ladder to a higher level.
For Feng Buhang and Lin Jiansheng, practicing is the sword in their hands to make a living.
When the two sides fight, they use their swords to split the bamboo ladder, and the winner is clear.
"I remember he said he wanted to find out the details of Duju City, but there has been no reply yet..."
Yu Hao looked at Feng.
"No news at this time is the worst news."
Feng Buxing looked to the south. In the thick evil miasma, he could vaguely see the rising and falling landforms of Xuanshan Mountain.
The old monster from Montenegro has extraordinary skills. If Lin Jiansheng brings back good news, Feng Buhang will not be happy, but will test the quality of it.
If Lin Jiansheng brings back bad news, Feng Buhang will be relieved, because even if he loses, he can take this opportunity to find out the level of the Black Mountain monster and analyze its weaknesses based on actual combat.
The worst news is that there is no news.
No news means that Lin Jiansheng has undergone the worst change.
The situation in the entire Shanyin and Cizhou will take a turn for the worse.
The crux lies in the lack of experts in Shanyin County.
Feng Buhang couldn't understand the biggest flaw in the court's structure here.
The fight between fifth-level masters is no longer something that low-level practitioners can imagine or see.
With the mastery of the laws between heaven and earth and the display of their own great power, a battle between two fifth-grade strong men is enough to change the color of the world.
On such a battlefield, investing too many seventh-grade or even lower-grade soldiers is not enough to determine the final outcome.
Feng Buhang also understood very well, which was why Yu Zhen respected Su Gong so much.
Because that Su Diaojuan was one of the few fourth-grade masters in the Liang Dynasty, and he was also the most likely martial artist to reach the third-grade.
The so-called pillar of the country is nothing more than this.
But in Shanyin County, among the chess pieces openly displayed by the Daliang court, there were only three fifth-rank players, Yu Zhen, Feng Buxing, and Lin Jiansheng.
Yushi Zhongcheng's combat power is still at a discount.
The three of them went up together to face the enigmatic Black Mountain old monster and the Shanyin group of monsters he had integrated. Such a lineup was not going to be easy.
"Feng Dajue, please relax, there are experts in charge of this matter, and there won't be any trouble."
Yu Hao breathed a long sigh of relief and talked about the court's confidence.
The troubles caused by demon kings of the same level as Yin-Yang Dharma King and Black Mountain Old Monster have exceeded the capabilities of human dynasties.
Otherwise, they would not have been allowed to run rampant for so many years.
But this time is different from the past. Those major Taoist sects and Xianjia sects have notified the Daliang court through various channels.
They are responsible for controlling these monsters in Xuan Mountain.
Huang Tiandao, Shenxiao Dao and other Taoist sects, as well as those on the East China Sea, and even the Xuandu Palace where the dragon has never seen its end.
News came to the court one after another.
The words and phrases are different, but they can be summed up in one sentence.
Don't worry, men, we'll protect you.
It was precisely because of their endorsement that Daliang decided on his current action strategy.
From Yu Zhen's point of view, the gods were responsible for everything. If the three of them could not catch the old monster from Heishan, how could they still be unable to defend a small Shanyin County?
"Do you feel it?"
Feng Buxing frowned and looked at Xuanshan.
"Um."
Yu Zhen frowned.
After reaching the fifth level of cultivation, they have a keen intuition about all the changes between heaven and earth.
In the perception of the two people, the continuous and majestic Xuanshan Mountain moved.
It moved in a faint but unmistakable way.
A faint and heavy wave slowly came from the Xuan Mountain, like the heartbeat of the mountain.
"What are those monsters doing?"
Yu Zhen touched the jade bracelet on his waist.
"Whatever they were doing, we were too late."
At the foot of Shanyin City, the panic-stricken people stopped. Some people lost sight of their relatives in a panic and were wailing and looking around. Some people hugged the whole family, thinking about their home that was poisoned by monsters, and shed a few tears.
The tears are the same tears, but the joys and sorrows are different.
Su Che, Song Qi, Lin Jiugong and others were separated from the common people by the soldiers. They stood with another group of people who looked evil and evil-looking, surrounded by soldiers in heavy armor holding long halberds. .
When Su Sangong saw this, he felt as if the people he belonged to were problem elements who could be seen at a glance, and they were somewhat different from the other common people who were crying bitterly.
The surrounding soldiers looked solemn, their cold halberds and cold eyes constantly wandering among the crowd.
However, the troubled people surrounded by them seemed to have become accustomed to such encounters, and instead turned this place into a social place for them.
"Brother Song, I didn't expect it to be Brother Song."
A guy with a deer head and rat eyes seemed to recognize Song Qi and stepped forward to salute with clasped fists.
"Brother Song, my brother is Feixingzi Cao Mang."
"Oh oh oh, it turns out to be Brother Cao..."
Seeing the confusion on Song Qi's face, Su Che knew that "Brother Song" probably couldn't remember his good brother.
"Zhenren Lin, Zhenren Lin from Guobei, why are you injured?"
A well-oiled scholar saw Lin Jiugong and walked up to say hello.
"Shou De, right? Isn't this my virtuous brother Shoude? Brother virtuous is here, and Mr. Song is also here. Oh, it's quite lively over there. Brother virtuous, don't you remember me?"
You pushed me, you came in and I came in. A group of people rolled up their sleeves to make friends, but Su Che was pushed away.
Su Che finally understood that Lao Song and Lin Daoren of the coffin shop were considered to be the number one figures in Shanyin and Guobei counties.
"Sir, sir?"
A finger touched Suche's left arm.
Is there anyone out there looking for a brother-in-law?
Suche turned his head curiously and found a tall man over there, with a bun on his head and a wooden hairpin stuck in it.
"Who are you?"
Su Che asked himself that he didn't dare to say that he had a photographic memory, but he was also accustomed to human kindness. He had a hero's book in his heart and knew who everyone was.
But I’ve never seen this one before.
"You forgot, I asked you to eat my meat, but you didn't eat it and ordered a bowl of plain noodles in my shop."
The big man smiled honestly, and Su Che immediately matched this face with the face he once had.
