"I was delayed because I had something to go out. I hope I haven't arrived too late." Jiang Tian, who had not been seen for a long time since the war started, appeared from the small round face and said softly: In an instant, she could not help but shed tears. "It's not too late, ancestor, we just happened to catch up."
The next moment, everyone around was stunned and silent. A faint dark cloud suddenly appeared out of thin air above the carriage, which was composed of thousands of densely packed arrows, spears, spears and other objects. It was like a thunderstorm, roaring and violently hitting the Fuso army that broke into the formation.
And Yamauchi Yoshiharu, who was the first to bear the brunt, only had time to cry out with his eyes split open, "Bless me, Prince Ming the Third!" In an instant, he was completely drowned in the rush of loud exclamations and shrill screams. In the end, there was only a pile of corpses lying on the pillow in a pool of blood, mixed with the dying wounded who were impaled on the ground, struggling among arrow clusters and spear shafts.
However, after everyone at the scene was shocked and silent for a moment, a pile of porcupine-like corpses were suddenly overturned from the inside out. Several survivors were revealed who were soaked in blood and turned red. They roared loudly and rushed forward suddenly, and threw the broken vermilion spears without hesitation.
But at the next moment, silver light shimmered like a fish flying past; several broken limbs and the big head attached to the formation, one after another, followed by the blood fountain, and in the blink of an eye, they were gone. All were killed and injured on the spot. And the half-cut spears they threw with all their strength flew to the front of the carriage without losing momentum, but suddenly stopped out of thin air.
As if captured by an invisible big hand, he suddenly threw backhand one after another at the next moment; the last enemy soldier who was dragging his body struggling forward was staggered and nailed to the blood-stained muddy ground. At this time, the people on the left and right sides of the train stopped running and dodging, and then they shouted like a nest:
"Real person!"
"It's a real person!"
"The real person has appeared!"
"The real person has great magical powers!"
"Dixia Wansheng!"
"My destiny is invincible!"
At the end of the team that had not been affected by the rain of projected arrows, the last small group of Fusang soldiers who survived; amidst the sudden burst of screams and cries, they were attacked by the disciples of the front team who had already rushed over from Sakon. After being surrounded, they all lost their souls and morale, and rushed to chop them down and kill them all.
Jiang Tian secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene. Quietly wipe away the blood flowing from your nose. After all, it is not that simple to use the "Dimensional Bubble" ability to gradually empty out several carts of arrows and spears and spears from behind, and then all materialize them, using the "Guidance" mode to project beyond the limit.
Then, among the pile of corpses dying to fight back. Because he was wearing a fine red and black armor, most of the arrow clusters were blocked from penetrating; but Yamauchi Yoshiharu was pierced through the thigh and shoulder by short arrows, and he was bleeding profusely; he was also found by others; and After simple bandaging and binding, it was placed on a high pole.
The next moment, more and more people began to shout in unison: "The enemy chief has been captured." "The enemy chief has been captured." "The enemy chief has been captured."... Immediately, it turned into a tsunami of cheers that spread and spread throughout the audience. The troops and horses of the various ministries that were fighting hard could not help but feel boosted in morale upon seeing this; the trend of retreat that had been retreating was suddenly reversed.
When the Fuso Army saw the iconic three-pointed pocket and red and black armor, their fighting spirit was greatly reduced and they collapsed on the spot. But because they couldn't escape from the criss-crossing melee, they were divided into many large and small groups. They rushed out with all their strength on their own, or they reluctantly held together and resisted.
At this point in the war, there seemed to be no surprises. Half an hour later, there was a huge flow of blood and corpses lying on the battlefield. Except for a small number of prisoners who knelt down and surrendered, there were only the last thousand or so remaining, gathered under the silver boar's head and horse logo, and the remnants of the flag team belonging to the Yamauchi family's main formation.
Led by a black-armored enemy general, they rushed left and right like trapped beasts fighting among the troops encircling Taiwan on all sides, constantly causing more casualties; but they were never able to break through, and they had already gained the upper hand. was surrounded by Taiwan troops. Because while fighting and walking, they suddenly found that their feet became soft.
It turned out that under the squeeze and persecution of the Taiwan Army, they had been driven from the relatively dry and hard sand of the main battlefield into the swamp beside the river beach. And this is also the period of their final destruction. These Fuso soldiers, who were still resisting mechanically with only their physical instincts left, could no longer stop themselves from falling into the quagmire.
Then, before they had even trudged a few steps with their feet knee-deep in mud, they saw the troops returning from the march, all equipped with crossbows of various colors. The arrows that were scattered in the bag in an orderly manner hit them who could hardly move, like cutting rice, in the middle of the mud and the swamp.
At this moment, even the rebels and a few vassal soldiers who were struggling to support themselves by hiding on the edge of the mountain forest mustered up the courage to rush down the mountain. Like soldier ants biting injured insects, they joined in the pursuit of those soldiers and crossed the wilderness, mountains, forests, and swamps one after another, spreading the scattered corpses deep into the mountains and forests.
Just under the high pole, Yamauchi Yoshiharu, who had lost too much blood and was blown by the wind, took his last breath. Jiang Tian also received a new prompt that he had not seen for a long time: "Mission scene "The Tear-Eyed Evil Star": The third stage: Completion... The branch objective is unlocked, the world exploration degree +11%, the deflection degree +9%... Free quantum collection middle:"
However, after taking a look at the newly appeared side mission "Assassination", Jiang Tian turned to the little round face and said: "Don't relax, and then reorganize the troops. There may be a dangerous battle to be fought." The round-faced man couldn't help but solemnly said: "Ancestor, I understand."
I don't know how much time passed, but Shi Liulang, who was detained in the temporary camp and was living like a year, was trying hard to frustrate the rope on his hand and scratching his arm until it was bloody, when he suddenly heard some strange sound. Then the sound got closer and closer, eventually turning into a chaotic mess of running and screaming.
Then, the tent where he was detained was suddenly lifted up, and several military officers in unfamiliar uniforms walked in; they helped him up, untied the rope and asked loudly: "But Rokuro Shifan is here." Shi Liulang asked in confusion: "That's me. I dare to ask if there is anything wrong."
One of the military academies led him to the outside, and nodded slightly to him and said, "Please Liulang, please express your condolences and accept the change." Shi Liulang couldn't help being shocked when he heard this: "But my lord, has something happened to my brother? "
At this time, the military officer had already walked to the large tent of the Chinese army. Hearing this, he turned around and said to him: "Just last night, the head of the Shifan family and the eldest son were killed by assassins sent by the Fusang thieves. ; Now Liulang is the only one in the Shifan army who can make the decision."
Later, Shi Liulang, who couldn't help but walk into the tent, realized that the atmosphere inside was a bit strange. All the feudal lords who were present yesterday were gone; only a few assistants and subordinates, and even new faces who were completely unfamiliar, were left. After seeing Shi Liulang, he quickly spoke out with a little fear:
"Shi Liulang, it's good if you're here; you can take the lead in this matter right now."
After hearing these words, Shi Liulang noticed the sergeants with completely different colors waiting outside. In an instant, he seemed to understand something all of a sudden; and as if he had suddenly matured several years, he said in a deep voice, "I really don't dare to take it seriously. Since we are all working for Your Majesty, please give me a helping hand, that's all..." …”
In a remote and secret valley in the distance, groups of captured Fuso Army generals and military academies, as well as some flag guards, were tied down in rows and pushed to the ground. Then, with a flash of silver light that flew far away, a large amount of blood suddenly appeared under his head and neck, and he slowly stopped moving and struggling.
On the hill in the distance, Jiang Tian was distracted while manipulating the execution, watching the energy reserves in his field of vision that were constantly beating and increasing. He said to the small round face: "This method of blood sacrifice has certainly made me a lot more powerful in this world." It will last for a period of time, but it is just a temporary measure. After all, I can help you for a while, but I cannot help you forever; the road ahead is long, and you still need to face it with your own strength."
"Man'er understands, but as long as the ancestor can survive for a few more moments, why should Man'er be stingy about a few captures." The little round face said without hesitation: "If the ancestor needs more, Man'er can give the order. Take advantage of the victory and go south to Sangju, even for this..."
"No, there is no need." Jiang Tian shook his head and said: "Those who can serve as blood sacrifices are not ordinary people, let alone ordinary soldiers; they are some people who are more or less destined to the times. Often the higher the status or the greater the potential and qualifications, the more likely they will be. The more feedback you get.”
"Does this blood sacrifice still require the heroes of the world?" Hearing this, the little round-faced man couldn't help but exclaimed: "What's the reason and particularity for this? Can you please tell me, ancestor?"
"Because, in every turbulent era, such a group of people will be born; as long as they grow up, they will seize the fortune of heaven and earth and achieve their own great achievements." Jiang Tian said nonsense: "However, if they return to heaven and earth after their sudden death, I will take action from them. You can also intercept some of it to feed yourself back and temporarily relax the suppression of the world."
"In a sense, Madoka, you are also the chosen one who is loved by fate, and you have the opportunity to establish a bond and connection with me across the long river of time."
Of course, what Jiang Tian didn't expect at this time was that in order to collect the free energy in the scene, he would talk freely for a while; after he left this world, due to some kind of inertia, he would create an order. How people are horrified by the legend of "Blood Flag".
