The dust has settled on the troops of the north and south routes. The Chu and Xiang army on the south route were declared completely defeated when their leader Xu Tong was captured alive. The north route army was a little strange. Zhang Yu, the leader of the Yulin Army, was killed in battle, but the Chu Xiang Army did not take advantage of the victory to pursue it, but quickly withdrew. When Tang Xingchang returned to the battlefield with his troops and horses, all that was left was a mess. The Chu Xiang Army, as the victorious side, did not even clean the battlefield and did not pick up weapons and flags.
Soon, in the early morning a few days later, the second battle between the Chu Xiang Army and the Da Qi Army began.
Next to Zhou Ziru, also riding a tall horse, were Li Dingxing, Xiang Lian'er, Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi. The status of the four of them was unusual. Naturally, no one said anything around Zhou Ziru. As for Fang Qianlong, he could only follow the horse on foot. Jiao Luoying and Yao Qingmiao, the Yang sons among the Eight Sons of Yin and Yang, followed him around, monitoring his every move at all times.
This was the treatment that Guan Chenzi got only after he begged for mercy. Otherwise, according to Zhou Ziru's idea, he would have been escorted back to the capital and handed over to Zhao Yizhi.
"Do you really trust that kid?" Tong Weizi was puzzled.
Guan Chenzi nodded: "Well, his attitude towards Xian'er can tell that his kindness is still there. A prodigal son will never be replaced by gold, you don't understand."
"I've been down the mountain for three years. I'll show you what you can do. You're becoming less and less like a monk." Tong Weizi and Guanchenzi have been together since childhood. They can be considered brothers and sisters. Otherwise, they wouldn't have followed them all the way from the capital. Wancheng. And his evaluation of Guan Chenzi is fair to some extent.
When Guan Chenzi heard this, he asked curiously: "Then what do you think a monk should be like?"
"As a monk, the six roots are pure, everything in the world has nothing to do with you, and you only have the Dao in your heart. This is what a monk is like!" Tong Weizi said with certainty.
Guan Chenzi muttered silently: "The earthly world..." He recalled the three years of travel and the poor people and wealthy families he saw along the way. The wealth of Nanhuai, the poverty of Donglu, and the tragic floods of the people in Wancheng, all kinds of things I saw and heard... After a while, I said: "Then this is my road. If the people of the world live and work in peace and contentment, I will be satisfied."
"This is easy to handle. I'll let the master be the matchmaker and promise you to His Majesty. You will become the queen and your mother will honor the world... Oops." Before Tong Weizi could finish his words, Guan Chenzi kicked him over. If it weren't for the two horses, There are soldiers guarding him on the side, and this kick can knock Tong Weizi off his horse.
"Next time if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will tear your mouth apart!" Guan Chenzi raised his eyebrows and glared at Tong Weizi.
Tong Weizi said angrily: "Sneak attack, right? You even learned how to use dirty tricks! Dismount and compete!"
The movement between the two people naturally attracted the attention of others. Zhou Ziru smiled and said nothing, and asked: "Prime Minister Zhou, do you think Taoist Guan Chenzi will really be with His Majesty...?"
"It's possible, I think it's very possible..." Zhou Ziru smiled and secretly hid something in his heart...
Xiang Lian'er sniffed her nose gently and asked Li Dingxing: "Did you smell a stink?"
Li Dingxing was at a loss and sniffed twice quickly: "No."
"It's okay, maybe it's my misunderstanding." Xiang Lian'er suppressed her doubts.
The two armies gradually approached and took up positions with each other. In the previous battle, the two armies suffered casualties. This time, the number of both armies was around 70,000 to 80,000. Even so, the momentum was so huge that the soldiers and horses on both sides could not be seen at a glance.
"I would like to invite the leader of the Beggar Clan to come out and answer the question." Zhou Ziru was the first to shout. Fang Qianlong claimed that he was here to convince the leader of the Beggar Clan. Regardless of whether it was true or not, let him give it a try first. If he could really persuade the Beggar Clan, not to defect before the battle, but to stay out of it, the court's chances of winning would be greatly increased.
Ge Cifeng was a little surprised, calling him the leader of the Beggar Clan at this time? This is to instigate rebellion. But there is no one who can temporarily instigate rebellion in front of the army. He doesn’t take himself seriously, right?
"Gang Leader Jiang, Prime Minister Zhou is going to promise you glory and wealth, why don't you hurry up and take over." Ge Cifeng said to Jiang Rong playfully.
"Tell me a ball! Get out! If you want to fight, hit me. I'm not polite, so I'll use my fists and kicks!" Jiang Rong said angrily from the side. The disciples of the Tang Sect were in the Yulin Army, and he really had nothing to do with the opponent.
"Gang Leader Jiang! It's me, Fang Qianlong!" Fang Qianlong couldn't help it and shouted loudly in the army: "Elder Du... Elder Du is also here. I have something to say to you."
Jiang Rong clenched his fists: "Do you think Chu Xiang's sentinels are just decorations? Two years ago, Elder Du led the elite gang to Beijing, but you surrendered to the court and killed Elder Du. Now you still have the guts to mention Elder Du ?”
When Zhou Ziru heard what Jiang Rong said, he understood that the other party already knew about the court affairs. Without the effect of surprise, no matter how much he said, it would be a waste of words. Immediately waving their hands, Jiao Luoying and Yao Qingmiao reached out at the same time, put their hands on Fang Qianlong's shoulders, and pressed him down.
"Dong dong dong!"
There was no more nonsense on both sides, and the war drums were beaten at the same time. The big leather drum as tall as a person was beaten deafeningly. The soldiers of both the Chu Xiang Army and the Yulin Army silently cheered up in their hearts and walked towards the opposite side at the same time.
The drumbeats became louder and louder, and the pace of the soldiers of both armies became faster and faster. Soon, the distance between the two sides was only more than two hundred steps.
"kill!"
The generals whipped their horses and the soldiers marched on the dust. The two armies launched a charge and fought together.
"Gang Leader Jiang."
"Your Highness, it's not that I, Jiang, am greedy for life and fear of death, but the Tang Sect opposite is too insidious, and it is difficult for the disciples in my gang to be effective." Jiang Rong frowned and shook his head. At this time, letting the disciples of the Beggar Clan go into battle would mean death.
Disciples of the Beggar Clan live in the streets. Although there are martial arts of the Beggar Clan that can be practiced, most of them are still wild and only good at close combat. This kind of short game is also different from fighting in battle. There is no tacit understanding and mutual assistance between colleagues, and some only fight alone.
Another point is that the Beggar Clan's disciples should not be too restricted in their fist and kick martial arts. If they were to wear armor, it would indeed be able to withstand the Tang Sect's hidden weapons, but it would not be conducive to the use of the Beggar Clan's martial arts moves. A beggar gang wearing armor may not be as capable of fighting as a Chu Xiang army.
Ge Cifeng sighed, a cow can't hold its head down if it doesn't drink water, not to mention sending a gang of beggars at this time is indeed the same as sending someone to death.
"Your Highness, don't worry. The morale of the soldiers on both sides is as high as a rainbow now. Let them use their muscles and vent their frustration. Even if our army is really defeated, we will still be there." Beside Ge Cifeng, a man He said with a smile on his lips.
Ge Cifeng looked at this person and his brows relaxed a little: "How many of you in the martial arts realm have reached the Tianxing realm?"
"Not many, only about thirty people. Even in the Breathing Realm, there are three people. Can't they turn the tide of the battle?" The man raised his eyebrows and chuckled, looking confident.
"Oh? There are actually three people who have broken through the Finger Breath Realm?" Ge Cifeng was overjoyed, then frowned and said: "But...that Chen Congwei from the capital..."
"Chen Congwei is rumored to be so miraculous, but it is just an attempt by the royal family to intimidate the civil and military forces of the dynasty. They can only reach the Breathing Realm with one and a half moves, and it is short-lived. Ha, it's really interesting to think about it. If there is such a thing in the world, The realm that others have worked so hard to reach, but they can wait there early, I really want to compete with them."
Ge Cifeng knew that this man was a martial arts fanatic, so he didn't answer the question and said calmly: "As long as I can win, that's fine."
The battle situation is tense. All the front troops of both sides have been deployed, and the generals in the army have also fought for several rounds. Some have fallen, and some are still fighting desperately. What is more anxious than the battlefield situation is the hearts and minds of those waiting behind.
The soldiers beating drums and cheers from both sides had changed several times. Finally, Zhou Ziru couldn't sit still anymore and turned to look at Luo Wei: "Enter."
Luo Wei stretched out his hand to separate the soldiers in front, carried his big drum on his back and walked out through the crowd. He came to the front of the central army, took off the big drum and placed it on the ground.
"What is this doing?"
"I don't know, aren't there people beating drums to cheer me up?"
"Shh, this is the capable person next to Prime Minister Zhou. Stop discussing nonsense, just watch."
The Yulin army discussed among themselves in whispers. No one had seen Luo Wei take action. They didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd with a big drum on his back.
After everything was ready, Lowe stretched out a finger and tapped lightly on the drum surface.
"Boom." There was a clear drum sound, and everyone felt a strange feeling in their hearts.
Luo Wei chuckled, thinking that the crisp drum sound made him very satisfied, so he immediately made fists with both hands and punched the big drum one after another.
"Boom!"
The soldiers of the two armies who were fighting all heard the drums and stopped in unison.
"what sound?"
"It sounds like a drum. Who is beating the drum so loudly?"
"It's not a war drum, it sounds like a drum!"
While the soldiers of Chu Xiang were wary of Yu Lin's army, they looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. After all, on the battlefield, when the two armies were fighting, it was very strange to hear such a huge drum sound. What's more, the drum sound seemed to be behind you, no, it seemed to be beating in your ears.
Chu Xiangjun was busy looking for the source of the sound, but Yu Linjun didn't. They lowered their heads one by one, their breathing became heavier and heavier, and the sweat on their bodies seemed to be flowing down as if they were free of money, which was surprising.
"Kill!!!"
Everyone in the Yulin Army, including generals, drummers, etc., all looked like crazy, shouting to the sky, their muscles all bulging. They all roared and rushed towards the Chu Xiang army. Some of them hit the tip of the spear and the blade, and even after being stabbed through, they looked desperate and the momentum was terrifying.
"This... what kind of strange method is this?" Ge Cifeng was shocked. The soldiers of the two armies had been fighting for a long time and were already exhausted. At this time, the two sides should replace each other and fight. How come the Habayashi Army still has some strength left? It even seemed like there was still a lot of energy left, as if he had just finished fighting.
Zhou Ziru, Li Dingxing and others sat safely on their horses for no other reason than Zhu Sangqiu standing among them.
Zhu Sangqiu was holding a guqin, motionless, but only a subtle person could see that his hands were always pressed on the strings, and he continued to gently pluck the strings.
"How much force did Luo Wei hit?" Zhou Ziru asked aloud.
"Back to you, young master, I'll knock 50% of the force, it won't hurt anyone." Zhu Sangqiu answered honestly.
"Fifty percent...hahahahaha, send the order, knock 70% of the force!" Zhou Ziru slowly grinned, with a hint of madness in his eyes.
Zhu Sangqiu looked at Zhou Ziru, who was grinning and slightly crazy, and felt a little confused: "I obviously used 60% of my strength to offset it..."