In the first year of Zhenyuan of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it was the nineteenth year of Tianwu in Guifang Kingdom.
November 26th.
On this day, the fertile Xiaofeichuan Plain, which is thousands of miles away, was filled with the allied armies of the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Western Regions fleeing in all directions. They were densely packed and boundless, running east and west. They were still organized at first, but later they were completely destroyed due to the pursuit of the Western Qin Army. Scattered into a lake of slurry.
Thousands of troops from the Western Regions were unable to escape, and they all knelt down and asked to surrender. More of them were still running in confusion, not knowing where they were going, so they just wanted to escape.
At this moment, the brave Western Region army has lost all fighting spirit and all pride, and is as anxious as a bereaved dog!
When the Western Qin army surrounded and intercepted from both sides, more and more Western Region armies knelt down and asked to surrender!
On the top of the mountain deep in the south, ever since Xin Zhuo launched the Chinese army's charge, it has fallen into a deathly silence.
After a long time, Mr. Dongfang sighed leisurely and looked up at the sky with a complex expression: "The Western Region is in complete chaos!"
This "rebellion" is not a chaos in the true sense. For the Western Qin army and the eighteen prefectures of the three states, it may be the beginning of stability and the hope after a great victory. However, for the Manchu ministers, it is the last thing they want. have witnessed!
Not surprisingly, what follows is the game between the Shence Army, the Palace Front Army, the Taiping Palace masters, Shixian Palace masters, world sect masters and even the ministers against the Western Qin Dynasty.
The strong young man looked gloomy and said: "This boy is indeed capable of things that others cannot. My uncle, I will definitely not tolerate him!"
"Beheading fourteen great masters on the battlefield with one move, how many warriors of the same realm in the world can do it? Isn't Shen Daozi not able to do it? His evil blood knife was not originally so powerful. I saw the empress in it. The dragon soul, and the afterimages similar to the four images!"
Miss Ningshuang's voice was soft, but full of doubts: "Mr. Dongfang, can you explain where this person comes from? Why he has such a terrifying talent and so many ancient magical powers?"
Mr. Dongfang was silent for a long time. He didn't know how to answer. He even found that he had completely underestimated Xin Zhuo. If he was only a little afraid before, now he felt cold all over!
That's right! He felt an unprecedented chill!
Xin Zhuo is growing up too fast! Not to mention the rebirth of meridians and various weird martial arts, you can't even guess what he will become in the future!
He had just carefully reviewed Xin Zhuo's past, and he suddenly discovered that this boy... couldn't be mediocre!
"Kill him! There is no second option!"
The girl with a handsome face frowned and slowly took two steps forward, as if she wanted to lock the position of the Western Qin Commandery King through the invisible army.
"Not for now!"
Mr. Dongfang turned and left with an old voice: "At least not for this period of time. With the power of victory, the Western Qin army will be greatly expanded soon. Coupled with his terrifying magical power, no one can defeat thousands of troops. Even if you kill him, no one can withstand the bloody wrath of a hundred thousand or even hundreds of thousands of troops!"
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"Victory!"
"I actually won!"
"Jiang Yuqing, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape the title of General of the Western Domain!"
"It's really exciting and I can't help myself! What a beautiful battle, such a bloody battlefield, and such weird changes..."
On the north peak, Lu Jiu, Feng Shuning, Ning Zhiwei and Shui Qingliu were all excited, with an indescribable blush on their faces.
When their hearts fell and rose again, after witnessing the Western Qin Army's victory from defeat and the unpredictable changes on the battlefield, they found that their spirits seemed to have been sublimated.
At this moment, whether they admitted it or not, they clearly realized deep down in their hearts that Jiang Yuqing, the king of West Qin County, was no longer in the same realm as them, whether it was in terms of skills, battles or martial arts.
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"Victory! The pattern of the Western Region has completely changed..."
Jiang Hu stood on the edge of a river beach, looking dreamily in the direction of Xiaofeichuan, muttering to himself. His face was sometimes ferocious, sometimes flushed, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. He simply turned around and laughed three times: "My nephew is a mighty general in the world! Do you have any objections?"
Then I discovered that the faces of three friends from the Western Region sect were full of confusion and confusion.
They found that they had lived crazy lives for many years and had achieved advanced levels, but it was difficult for them to keep up with the methods, strategies, boldness and domineeringness of a boy who was only seventeen years old.
Witnessing the beginning and end of an unprecedented decisive battle made them feel full of complex emotions.
…
No matter what others thought, Xin Zhuo just calmly built a tall tall tent. Except for the five girls of Xiongzhang, Murong Xiu and others, and the eight hundred iron floating guards who guarded it, no one else was allowed to approach.
Even in the handsome tent, no one is allowed to enter.
Until he looked at the extremely respectful eyes of the tens of thousands of soldiers guarding the Western Qin Dynasty, he walked into the commander's tent step by step, lowered the curtain, his face changed, filled with red light, he clenched his fists, and paced back and forth.
No one is a saint. After winning the bet, he was naturally very happy and couldn't help but laugh in a low voice for a long time.
Then he sat down cross-legged and walked out of Wangyuejing, feeling a little disappointed again.
[Sacrifice to the Spirit: The true spirit of luck of the Western Qin army!
It contains the bloody aura of the Western Qin, the aura of fighting on the battlefield, and the auspiciousness of opening up new territories.
True Spirit Fusion: Seven out of ten! 】
Seven out of ten means that after a great victory, the spirit has not yet reached the state of seizing the sharing again, and is still a little short of that.
What's the difference? It's hard to say!
After thinking carefully for a long time, I still felt that I should put it aside for the time being and analyze it after finishing the finishing touches.
As night falls, the battlefield has been cleared.
After asking for instructions, Murong Xiu walked into the handsome tent. He had a messy beard and sharp eyes. He seemed to be a different person, but his tone was still the same casual as before. He rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Master, the battlefield has been cleaned. You guessed it?" Guess the battle loss ratio?"
"explain!"
Xin Zhuo picked up the pen, copied the paper, and prepared to record.
These things were actually done by the secretary of the army, but he felt that he could better solve the remaining "three out of ten" by sorting them out himself.
Murong Xiu stood up, performed a military salute, and said seriously: "To the Commander-in-Chief, our army has 17,434 killed, 30,876 injured, and 897 missing!
The Western Region Allied Forces were annihilated 49,899 people and injured 61,751 people. "
really! The real battlefield casualties were not that outrageous, and were mostly caused by routs.
Xin Zhuo copied them one by one, pondered for a moment, and asked: "How many people have been captured so far?"
Murong Xiu smiled brightly: "We have already captured 390,000 troops from the Western Regions, but Jiang Man'er's 20,000 soldiers surrendered their weapons and drove them away like cats and dogs. No one resisted!"
"not enough!"
Xin Zhuo looked at Murong Xiu and ordered in a deep voice: "Order Jiang Guyen, Yuchi Jun, Tuoba Ke Enemy, Lin Haotian and Zhe Tengkun to personally take action and drive the remaining defeated troops from the Western Regions to the Western Region Allied Forces headquarters camp in Qinghu Bay. Ask Zhang Guangpu and his men to cooperate, infect them all with the plague, and strive to capture them all. I want to hear good news tomorrow night."
After a pause, "You and Sister Ying'er, Lao Bai, Dagui, Jiulang, and Qiniang will also go. Using our old methods, the prisoners must not have any accidents!"
"Here!" Murong Xiu took the order and left in a hurry.
Xin Zhuo thought for a while, then shouted outside: "Ying Jianying, Xiong Zhang, Sai Qingzhu, come in!"
The five Sai Qingzhu girls hurriedly entered the commander's tent, bowed and saluted: "Your Majesty!"
Xin Zhuo wrote down the transfer order and threw it over: "You and Bai Xuanji will lead an army of 10,000 to recover the lost thirteen prefectures of the two states. If you encounter obstacles, you can ask the local aristocratic families and warriors to cooperate!"
"Here!" The five girls left in a hurry.
Xin Zhuo thought for a moment and then shouted: "Come here!"
The person who entered this time was actually Yuchi Shuozhen, a heroic and proud female general. At this moment, with restraint and admiration, she said in a military salute: "The general is here!"
Xin Zhuo looked at the female general carefully and said in a deep voice: "You lead the three thousand guards around the commander's tent and quickly go to Jiwei Town, the granary of the Western Region Army, and hold it there to use it as the army's future food and fodder!"
"Here!"
