"Your Majesty has been ordered by heaven to live a long and prosperous life!"
"Long live your Majesty! Long live your Majesty!" The soldiers of the Southern Dynasties in the city and at the top of the city did not feel the roaring sword light, and were still deeply immersed in the miracle of His Majesty's second resurrection from the dead.
They excitedly waved their weapons and shouted long live!
I firmly believe that His Majesty is the true Son of Heaven, the human emperor destined by destiny.
The beautiful woman wearing a gorgeous turquoise skirt, full of maternal glory, was considered by the soldiers to be a goddess descending to earth to assist His Majesty.
The dissatisfaction, resentment, and anger towards the emperor in the past disappeared at this moment. Banzai, who was rushing to the Imperial City Division and the inner city defense troops, heard the tsunami roaring from Chengtou Mountain in the distance. He was secretly grateful to have stopped at the brink and turned around in time.
If God can help His Majesty to resist foreign enemies, there is still a glimmer of hope. If we surrender, the end will definitely not be good.
Zhang Yuanqing looked at the sword light on the horizon and almost cried with joy. He thought to himself, damn you, you are finally here. If you don't come, your trusted brother will be killed!
Of course, he had to maintain his dignity in front of countless defenders, and said in a loud voice: "My generalissimo is here, King Qin!"
Only then did everyone notice the sword light on the horizon that looked like a meteor. At first glance, the sword light was still far away, and in the blink of an eye it descended on the city with the force of wind and thunder.
Then, everyone heard the thunderous sonic boom belatedly coming.
Looking closely, he saw that the man had a handsome face, wearing blood-stained armor, and a gorgeous black cloak embroidered with gold thread. He was majestic and handsome, and his handsomeness was iron-blooded.
It was Yang Ce and Fu Qingyang who were guarding Linxia City. They looked at Zhang Yuanqing as their eyes swept across the entire audience.
The latter immediately landed at the top of the city, side by side with Fu Qingyang, facing the enemy on high ground together.
All the enemies in the capital have been killed, but Madoka, the Palace Master and the Red Fire Gang Leader were hit by the Corpse Curse and Yin Qi invaded, so they could no longer fight and could only use support.
"Give me a bite." Zhang Yuanqing lowered his voice and explained the situation in the simplest possible language.
"Magic Eye and Xiahou Aotian were left in Linxia by me to contain the main force of the Northern Dynasty. Only eight hundred elites were accompanying them." Chuan Qingyang's explanation was even briefer.
Zhang Yuanqing looked up at the moon, and saw a group of cavalry galloping toward the city gate like stars and the moon.
He retracted his gaze and added, "My suit is in a cooling state, and the Yata mirror is also in a cooling state. Currently, the only one who can fight alongside the boss is this seven-end body."
Fu Qingyang turned his head, looked at him and said calmly, "It's somewhat useful, but not very useful."
Boss, it hurts your self-esteem when you do this! Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart.
On the other side, Tuoba Guanghe waited for a while and saw that no master-level strongman came to see Yang Ce and Zhao Shun, the two core figures of the Southern Dynasty, who finally set their sights on the city.
"Yang Ce, without the help of Wanyan Rentu and that annoying weapon refiner, you are about to die, how dare you fight with me."
Based on his status, it is not difficult to tell that the woman in the red dress holding the bronze pot has stagnant Yin energy and her spiritual power is not functioning smoothly. Although he has the status of a master, he is just a decoration.
And the femininity dressed in weird clothes can kill evil spirits with one punch, so there is nothing to worry about.
He has already figured out Zhao Shun's strength and can kill him with three moves.
The three masters are nothing to worry about.
Yang Ce is also no match for him, and it is imperative to conquer the capital.
Fu Qingyang and Zhang Yuanqing looked at each other. The former had a stern expression, while the latter had a determined look.
The cloak fluttered in the night wind.
Fu Qingyang raised his head, looked at Tuoba Guanghe coldly and said: "Tuoba, you have conquered the two rivers and lakes in the north and south, and defeated all the warriors in the world. In order to be defeated, you entered the dynasty as a general and fought in the north and south for more than ten years. In case of defeat. I also want to know whether Yanshi is the master or the ancient god of war is the lord on this battlefield."
Amid the clear, cold and arrogant noise echoing, he raised his hands, and countless invisible threads spurted out from his fingertips, fluttering all over the sky and connecting to the heads of the defenders at the top of the city. At the end of the city field, two thousand native soldiers all lowered their heads.
As Fu Qingyang's two thousand soldiers rose into the air at the same time, they jumped down from the twenty-meter-high city wall.
Tuoba Guanghe fell from a high place and faced the surging enemy troops, showing excitement.
He and Fu Qingyang fought once in Linxia. The other side fought steadily and guarded the city wall, and never used the art of controlling troops to compete with him on the battlefield.
Immediately he waved his big hand and said with a wild laugh, "Juque army, fight."
Four hundred heavily armored cavalry swept out of the formation. The heavy hoofs caused the ground to appear and shake slightly. The horses of the Juque Army were all the strongest and tallest horses on the grassland.
The steppe tribes did not like this kind of horse because they could not run fast and were not agile enough.
It has strong explosive power but insufficient endurance. Although it is a good horse for rushing into battle, it is not suitable for long-distance attacks and cannot fight a protracted battle.
But in the Northern Dynasties, where smelting technology was developed, it was a meat grinder on the battlefield, a rampaging heavy armored cavalry.
Facing the charging torrent of steel, the two thousand soldiers showed no fear. The hundreds of soldiers in the front row uniformly leaned over and waved their war blades at the horse's legs.
The war horses whined, and the soldiers of the Juque Army who fell on the backs of the horses rolled out. The heavy cavalry from behind swarmed in, and lightly swung the heads of those who chopped off the horse's legs to fly away.
A soldier from the Juque Army who was thrown away rolled around a few times, and as soon as he got up, he was pierced through the heart by the charging Southern Dynasty soldier. The soldier from the Juque Army laughed ferociously, and stabbed the soldier in the chest with his backhand, splashing wine and blood. It did not drip, but turned into blood mist-like aura, flowing into Douque Jun Zhan Gu's nasal cavity, becoming a panacea to nourish the body and repair injuries.
"puff!"
A Tu Emperor ghost came out and chopped off the head of the giant warrior with one sword. Just as he killed the enemy, he was split in half by the heavy cavalry from behind.
The heavy cavalry was like a sharp knife, thrusting straight into the abdomens of the two thousand defenders, cutting the formation in half.
Tuoba Guanghe's strict military training was even more harsh, especially for the Juque Army. Each of them was selected from the army, and then he personally taught and practiced for ten years before they became like this.
With an army of five hundred giants, the bottom line for ordinary soldiers is to be a first-class master. If you are a small master in the early stage, Baifu Chang is a small grandmaster, and Tai Yuanquan, the left and right commander, is a grand master.
Such a team, led by him personally, can penetrate an infantry formation of ten thousand people and can also destroy an entire country.
The infantry of the Southern Dynasty fell in pieces. At this time, Chuan Qingyang jerked his right hand far away and saw a rain of fire shooting out and falling on the cavalry formation of the Juque Army.
In an instant, explosions rumbled everywhere, and the armored horses were overturned by the air waves or blown to pieces. The sound of several horses' hooves came like a flood on the spot.
Eight hundred elite troops entered the scene, inserting from the left wing of the Juque Army. The cavalry in the front row held a one-meter-high shield and pushed it up like a bulldozer. Each shield-bearer was a strong man with broad and thick shoulders. The upper arms are thicker than a woman’s waist.
The cavalrymen in the second row were very powerful, holding a sword with a stilt handle and cutting off the horse's legs with one blow.
The third row is filled with restless cavalry, their weapons are ordinary swords.
The fourth row is the archers with swords. They stood up with their stirrups, their movements were uniform, they drew their bows and fired arrows to hit the horse's neck.
Riding the Yueshen with a shield into the camp, he actually knocked the heavy armored cavalry of the Juque Army off their backs. Immediately afterwards, a team of violent horse-killing swords rushed out and killed both men and horses on the spot with one strike.
During this process, the archers at the rear kept drawing their bows to support their teammates. When the strength of the saber-slaying team was exhausted, the fire masters in the third row once again used their strength to invade Ruhuo to make up for the giant troops that had been disrupted.
The brutal fighting started quickly. Fu Qingyang looked down at Zhan Yang with a stern face, and his fingers suddenly flicked.
Suddenly, under his control, the two thousand infantry and eight hundred cavalry cooperated tacitly. Sometimes they divided their troops to outflank, sometimes they gathered together at the right time to attack when the enemy was weak, and sometimes they pretended to attack to attract attention and provide cover for attacking comrades on both wings. , stable consumption, increasing the number of giant troops.
Yanshi's puppet control technique is divided into deep control and superficial control.
The so-called deep control is to transform the "soldier puppet" into a soldier puppet without emotions and pain, and then transfer one's own power to the soldier puppet through "silk threads".
One person is like a thousand troops, just like two thousand soldiers from the Southern Dynasties.
As for shallow-level control, instructions are only transmitted through silk threads, and the body is still controlled by the puppet itself. This method is often used when the "soldiers" are all spiritual realm walkers.
Only in this way can the soldiers give full play to their combat power, such as eight hundred cavalry.
"Marshal Yang, your puppet control skills are nothing more than this. Brothers, let him see our strength." A mist master from the Juque Army took a deep breath and exhaled, and large streams of white mist were sprayed out. , spread quickly.
The mist masters in the Juque army followed suit one after another, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist. After a while, the thick wilderness outside the city completely covered the soldiers on both sides.
It is said that Qingyang's insight technique can no longer function.
From the mist came the sound of horse hooves, the clash of jingles, and the sound of sharp blades cutting bodies.
The defenders at the top of the city lay on the wall with their eyes wide open, trying their best to see the battle clearly. However, the fog was so thick that they could only hear their sounds but not their shapes.
Fu Qingyang felt that the threads on his fingertips were disconnected one by one, and the "soldier puppets" lost contact with each other.
In a short quarter of an hour, a total of six hundred silk threads were broken, representing the formation hearts of six hundred soldiers, and the number was still increasing.
After all, the soldier puppet is not the Yinyi of the Night God, and cannot share the vision. The thick fog blocks the sight, restraining the scout's insight skills, and Fu Qingyang seems to be blindfolded.
If this continues, defeat is inevitable.
Outside the thick fog, Tuoba Guanghe raised the corners of his mouth and said in a loud voice, "Yang Ce, I haven't taken action yet. Now you know who is the king on the battlefield?"
Boom!
Suddenly, a thunderous drum sound spread, shaking the surrounding areas, and the thick fog that was rising was stagnant.
Tuoba Guanghe's expression changed, thunder was rolling in his ears, and his heart was pounding with fear.
He had been on the battlefield for many years and had slaughtered thousands of creatures. At this moment, he could not help but feel fear.
He looked beyond the thick fog and followed the sound, and saw Zhao Shun standing in front of a large drum wrapped in dark green animal skin on the city wall, holding a Senzi leg bone and beating hard.
“Boom, boom, boom, boom….
The sound of the drums became thicker and louder, and Tuoba Guanghe felt that the sound of the drums was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart again and again, causing his blood to surge, and a figure rushed out of the thick fog with violent blocking, It was the cavalry of the Juque Army.
Then came the second, third, and fourth channels. More and more giant troops broke out of the thick fog and fled in all directions, their expressions distorted by fear.
"Except for the three feet of snow on your body, who in the world is worthy of wearing white clothes?" Zhang Yuanqing laughed and said: "Shuai Yang, I will beat the drum for you personally. You just fly your sword to take the heads and kill all the enemy chiefs."
This is the bottom of Zhang Yuanqing's case. The Kui Niu Drum was a prop seized during the hunt for San Changlao of the Southern Sect. It was the best prop during the main stage of the case.
It is said that the Kui Niu drum has eight sides and was made by the Nine Heavens Xuannv for the Yellow Emperor.
One earthquake occurred five hundred miles away, and continuous earthquakes occurred three thousand six hundred miles away. The soldiers had no fighting spirit and were defeated like a mountain.
This is what Xiahou Aotian told him. The information came from the old man in the ring. The old man also told Xiahou Aotian that Jiutian Xuannv was a bachelor professional demigod and the ancestor of alchemists like them.
The drum is extremely powerful, but the price is extremely harsh. The person who plays the drum must concentrate on it and cannot use skills or props. The spirit must be strong enough to withstand the backlash of the Kui Niu Drum.
Therefore, the one who originally used the Kui Niu Drum was San Chang Lao from the Southern Sect. The illusionist had a powerful spiritual body and was ranked among the top three in all professions.
This prop is of little significance when fighting the Imperial Guard. On the one hand, the Imperial Guard is close to immortality and cannot be killed even if the drum is suppressed. On the other hand, there are not enough main members on our side. If he is "restrained" by the Kui Niu Drum again, Xiao Yuan and others couldn't defeat the imperial master at all, and they couldn't use the Kui Niu drum.
Fu Qingyang's iceberg face, which had not changed for thousands of years, finally showed a smile. The few remaining three hundred cavalry rushed out of the thick fog and chased the fleeing Juque army.
After a meal of chopping melons and vegetables, Tuoba Guanghe's ten years of hard work were wasted. More than a thousand infantry and three hundred cavalrymen quickly gathered and rushed towards Tuoba Guanghe with their swords raised high.
Tuoba Guanghe's eyes were gloomy, his chest and abdomen suddenly bulged, and the air flow rolled like his abdomen, all in one breath.
One thousand two hundred Southern Dynasty soldiers were wiped out in ashes, and Fu Qingyang and Tuoba Guanghe moved at the same time.
A man jumped out of the city wall and transformed into the sharpest sword light in the world. He soared into the sky like a fierce demon blade.
The emperor at the top of the city beat the drum, and Princess Yinyao at the bottom of the city took out Little Red Riding Hood and quickly collected the corpses of the Juque army.
