It was raining continuously, and the ancient walls of Yuecheng were in dilapidated condition.
The ruined Yuecheng was crumbling under the bloody attack of the Chimang people and was finally saved. It struggled in hell day after day. Jiang Mian did not expect it to be so tragic. Almost everyone on the city wall wielding swords and guns was injured. After two days of bloody battles, the city was The young men spontaneously went to the city to defend themselves, fighting numbly and unable to remember how many days had passed...
Every day has been like a year since being blocked at the siege point of Yuecheng to call for reinforcements. After the battle to defend the city broke out, time passed even slower.
At the top of the city, the originally dark-skinned soldiers of the Yan Army all had fair skin, which had been soaked in the rain of the rainy season for a long time.
It rained heavily at noon, and the Chimang people finally suspended their frantic and almost suicidal attack on the city. The exhausted defenders occasionally took breaks to eat, thankful that they survived until noon.
The heavy rain washed away the blood on the city walls and cooled down the fighting.
Chenjia stretched his head and looked down the wall and frowned and sighed. There were too many corpses outside the city. Did the Chimang people restrain their habit of burying corpses? They allowed the corpses to be exposed in the wilderness. The corpses that died the earliest had been swollen and rotted by the rain. The heavy rain also I can't get rid of that particularly disgusting smell.
The people in Yuecheng wanted to clean up the corpses, but the Chimang people outside refused to let them go. They didn't care at all about the inexplicable rules for the Central Plains people when they fought.
"It's so good, so good, I will go to the ultimate bliss soon and no longer suffer..."
Pan Hongzu looked at Chenjia who was mumbling, and didn't care about the bliss he mentioned. He sheathed his sword, took out a pill and ate it, his pale face turned a little red.
"There will be no bliss. Even if there is, they or we are not qualified to go there. Don't glare at me. You know the real world better than I do." He said a lot.
"Even if you can't go, it's still good to give you hope."
Chenjia muttered something and continued to recite sutras for salvation. He hugged the somewhat torn monk's robe tightly and rarely spoke philosophically.
Pan Hongzu looked up at the gloomy sky. The clouds were low and billowing, almost flowing along the mountain ridges, like a sea. It was endless and he didn't know when it would end. He opened his mouth to say a word.
"Yes... all we can have is hope..."
Chenjia's hands trembled while he was chanting sutras, and he lowered his head and pretended that nothing happened.
In front of the dilapidated city gate tower, Qiao Jin came to Pan Hongzu who was looking up to the sky and looking at the heavy rain in a contemplative manner. She stared at this mysterious Taoist priest who wanted to speak but didn't know how to speak.
Qiao Jin guarded the city every day. His bright armor was dull and had scratches everywhere, and the gun barrel was broken and cracked in many places.
The gatehouse with no tiles and only wooden beams could not stop the rain. Pan Hongzu, who relied on the doorposts filled with arrows, might be using the rain to understand the meaning of the sword. There was a young man beside him who pulled out the intact arrows and kept them for the next battle. use.
"Thank you... thank you."
Qiao Jin knew that this mysterious Taoist priest saved her life today, and seemed to have killed a master of evil arts among the Chi Mang people. He was injured. For some reason, Qiao Jin instinctively ignored Chen Jia, who also contributed.
Chenjia, who was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, waited for a long time but didn't hear him say thank you. He opened his eyes and looked at Pan Hongzu resentfully.
After a long time, Zixu Jianxiu regained his consciousness.
"You're welcome."
"I have made rude remarks before, which was rude, so please don't mind me."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Hearing this, Chenjia couldn't bear it and got up and went to the other side to be quiet. He had to convince people that people have high understanding and can quickly forget even being scolded and don't care. No wonder people say that Zixu Sword Cultivator only has swords in his heart.
Pan Hongzu broke an evil spell today. Someone used the smell of blood on the battlefield to release a blood demon to assassinate Jiang Mian. Unexpectedly, there was a low-key Chunyang disciple beside him, who killed the blood demon with one sword, and then joined Chen Jia. A battle with the evil man severely injured him, and the two disciples of the Great Sect also felt uncomfortable and suffered hidden injuries one after another.
"Taoist Master, what were you doing just now?"
"wait."
"Waiting for someone?"
"not human."
Pan Hongzu felt that the white dragon was coming soon, and he would not wait for the city to be destroyed, maybe in the next day or two...
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Heavy rains caused flash floods and rivers swelled.
The rising water level makes it difficult for the helmsman who has been running a boat all year round to see the road. A large ship hits the reef and the cabin leaks. Lightning and thunder are heard, and the wind is hunting. The water splashes against the tilting ship and makes a sound. The sky is gloomy and dark. The snake demon soldiers quickly transfer supplies and distribute them. There were no human or demon casualties on the other ships.
Bai Yujun, who was standing on the upper floor of the building, stared at the tilting ship illuminated by lightning. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, his pupils were vertical!
Under the water, many strange water monsters suddenly emerged from the green deep water area, and they all swam to the surface to help control the ship. The fleet, which was originally in chaos due to the current, was restored to order.
Occasionally there are people riding horses to follow the fleet in the mountainous areas on both sides of the river. They may be scouts from local forces. It is difficult to see too many people. Because the mountain roads are difficult to navigate, most of the time we encounter poor fishermen.
The iron ball held the ant's leg in its mouth and jumped from another ship to the ship where Bai Yujun was.
I jumped between two boats and was suddenly hit by a big wave. I jumped on the boat and took out the ant legs from my mouth. I spit out the river water and a small shrimp in my mouth and cursed.
Arriving next to Bai Yujun, he held his hand on the guardrail and looked at the sharp turn ahead.
The waves crashed on the rocks with a roar, and lightning instantly illuminated the cliffs. The steep mountains were densely packed with hanging coffins. The old black coffins were decaying as if they might fall into the river at any time. The monsters on the boat pointed at the hanging coffins on both sides of the bank, maybe I don’t quite understand why humans like pickled and dried meat…
"Boss, there is a message from the front saying that there are two thousand-man troops on the shore. They may be from Nanwu. Do you want to kill them?"
"Don't waste time and continue on your way. The water level has soared and the river has widened. They have no ability to attack the fleet. Just be on alert. They may arrive at the war zone tomorrow night. Get off the ship and walk to the battlefield in advance. Then everything will be left to you."
Passing through the borders of Nanchu and Nanwu along the way, it was impossible not to see such a huge team.
As Bai Yujun said, in ancient times, the status of craftsmen was low and no one would waste time thinking about building big ships. They focused more on enjoyment. If you don't have a ship, you can't attack it. You can only stand on the river bank and look at each other from a distance.
"Fighting in the rain?"
"No, it will stop raining the day after tomorrow. I have the final say."
What a domineering statement. You have the final say whether the rain will stop or not, and you can easily and effortlessly determine the weather.
Fortunately, a certain Bai has kind thoughts in his heart. If the evil dragon comes to the world, countless lives will die. If the brain goes crazy and intercepts the rain clouds to prevent rainfall and triggers drought, or continuously mobilizes the rain clouds to wash the earth and cause floods, then life will really be ruined. Yes, If the impact of the event is too great, it may interfere with the spiritual energy, and the consequences will be disastrous.
It makes sense for heaven and earth to be cautious and slow in nurturing the dragon, and it cannot be played with.
The iron ball turned the ant's legs in its mouth.
"Will the one named Jiang not be able to hold on and be killed? It's been a long time since the city was besieged."
"I don't know if I'll die or not. I'm sure my head will be awakened by the rain."
The big ship turned and passed over the cliffs. The mountains on both sides of the bank continued to recede. It passed by a small riverside county and headed eastward along the river under the watchful eyes of countless people in Southern Wu. Ordinary officials and ordinary people had no idea that it was there. Whose army, many fast horses galloping to deliver messages...
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