When many officials in the Ministry of War learned that the demon army was heading north, some were happy and some were silent.
The two top officials in the capital had complicated thoughts. The Yan Kingdom intelligence system knew a lot about the Snake Demon Territory. First of all, Jiangcheng was very prosperous, the quality of the products was extremely good, and the army was incredibly powerful. In fact, it was a bit strange to have a strong army. Regardless of his skill or skill, the Yan Kingdom's court didn't care.
Monsters are just deviants, no matter how many things they create, they are treasonous.
The Central Plains senior officials have only one biggest objection to the Snake Demon Territory, and it is an irreconcilable contradiction, and that is... In the Snake Demon Territory, all people and demons can read and write!
This move is tantamount to cutting off the roots of countless interests!
In addition, mechanical crossbows that can be used with only a little effort have also been boycotted. The most terrifying thing is the hand crossbow, as long as a child can lift the crossbow, it can kill an adult.
This represents the beginning of the collapse of the order they know and live by.
The dignitaries of the Central Plains used various means to obtain some factory processing methods in the snake demon territory. After trying them, they found that they could only be manufactured in small quantities and the quality was poor. Only the drawings were not the key. The key was that the basic materials were ignored.
If you want to manufacture and equip the army on a large scale, you need craftsmen to be literate and able to do arithmetic. No one in the Central Plains currently dares to do this unless they want to die.
The old man surnamed Dong frowned, thinking heavily.
Although the two are not afraid of death, their old ideas are deeply ingrained and they cannot accept the behavior of monsters at all.
"How about... taking this opportunity to let both the monster and the zombie suffer, while we sit on the mountain and watch the fight between the tiger and the tiger."
"No!"
Zhe Shangshu categorically rejected what seemed to be the best suggestion.
Many people in the court, including the emperor, had this idea, and famous officials even spoke generously every day to drive away tigers and wolf wolves.
Anyway, the two sides are not human, so the more miserable the fight, the better. When the time comes, Yan Guo is waiting to take advantage. I am afraid that the demon army will also suffer heavy casualties by then. Dare to be angry and dare not speak out, maybe there will be a chance to use this force to make Yan Guo fearful. This is what it means to destroy the hundred-year-old demon army and drive away tigers and devour wolves.
Unexpectedly, Zhe Shangshu categorically opposed it.
"Why? Those who are not of my race must have different minds. Who knows whether the dragon monster will return to the Southern Wilderness after defeating the zombies."
Zhe Shangshu sighed, looking helpless.
"Brother Dong, I think that when the empire was first established, the soldiers were good at fighting and brought peace to the universe. Demons and ghosts did not dare to wreak havoc. But now the armies from ten places are like sheep with no blood. Why? It's not that they have lost their spirit because of too much intrigue."
"Zhe once personally saw those carrion monsters. They were powerfully intercepted by Chunyang and the Western Cult. Those who besieged the capital were all muddle-headed carrion monsters. No soldiers were needed. Even men wielding wooden sticks could break them into pieces. You won’t be infected with corpse poison, but you saw that hundreds of thousands of soldiers collapsed in the previous battle, why?”
"Because when we encounter a problem, the first thing we think of is intrigue and frame-up. We never want to win bravely. It's a big mistake. Alas..."
Zhe Shangshu's eyes were bloodshot and haggard, he sighed and couldn't even drink tea.
He may understand what the problem is, or he may not understand the root cause at all...
He looked out the window with cloudy and bloodshot eyes.
The sky in the capital city is gray. The red sun hangs in the sky without a hint of summer. There is no chirping of cicadas. The gray fog is like a heavy burden on the shoulders. The ancient city with a population of more than two million is dull and depressing. In the distance, the city wall can be vaguely heard. There was a roar.
The sight picture shows the window moving from the majestic military department yamen along the street towards the city gate.
Passing by the rows of shops and towering pavilions, and past the tense and oppressive crowds, the closer you get to the city wall, the more clearly you can hear the roars and shouts. As you get closer, you can even hear the sound of bow strings crashing, and you can see the thick smoke billowing from the tall city wall. , the flaming arrows drew an arc and flew out of the city.
His gaze passed over the shoulders and heads of running young laborers, past the catapults that hurled burning stones out of the city.
Then he flew up to the city wall, and what he saw on the screen was a field of black and gray rotting corpses squirming outside the city. The huge fireball dragged the billowing smoke and flew over the city wall and fell into the group of corpses, rolling and crushing to create a burning open space.
Looking beyond the battlements, there are a large number of carrion piled up like Arhats outside the wall. They are burning and slashing. The screen lowers and passes over the carrion. All that can be seen is countless scarlet eyes...
There is a horse galloping in the sky close to the treetops.
That's right, the horse is flying, not the cow being blown up to the sky.
The size of the black horse is far larger than that of an ordinary horse. Its coat is shiny and its muscles are strong. Its four legs have fine scales like a unicorn. It has a mane that hunts for prey. It is clad in black and gray armor and even has armor on its head. Its long tail flicks wildly and it gallops in the air.
This well-to-do dark horse has no interest in transformation, and thinks of itself as the Demon King's mount all day long.
Moubai thought that since he came to the Central Plains, he had to attract attention, so that people would envy and hate him. There was no doubt that this dark horse with independent characteristics was indispensable, and it could also be used to travel and save the hard work of flying.
Bai Yujun was dressed in white light clothes, wearing white cloth boots and holding a rein. He was sitting on the saddle of a horse looking at the corpse.
"Drive~!"
The black horse flies through the wilderness in the air, with enough endurance to not be afraid of getting tired.
After glancing around the perimeter of Yanguo's capital, he turned and headed in another direction. It seemed that the capital could still hold on for a while. Anyway, there were so many houses in the city that he could tear down into lumber, carry them to the city wall, light them and throw them down. At least it would be on fire. The rotting corpses dare not approach, and there are only a few other houses in such a large capital.
This side of the capital is full of ordinary rotting corpses, some of which are slightly more powerful.
Bai Yujun is going to see the situation along the Great Wall. It is said that powerful zombies and monks from the Central Plains are fighting each other. Let's go and see how the dangerous battle is going...
After running north for seven days, they arrived at a military fortress near the Great Wall.
The fortress at this time was completely different from the past. Sword flying practitioners continued to fall into the city or fly away. The most common ones were monks wearing pure Yang Taoist robes and Western disciples. There were also some scattered small sects and casual cultivators. , When the world is in crisis, there are always righteous people who jump out and fight bloody battles. If all these brave people die, it will be really hopeless.
Looking at the fortress from a distance, I found that it was very well defended.
From a distance, two senior disciples of the Golden Core Stage of Chunyang Palace came flying with swords to check.
Bai Yujun took out the Taishang Elder waist badge and hung it up. He originally planned to change it to a real person waist badge, but unfortunately he never had time.
The two Chunyang disciples were frightened by a certain monster on horseback. It had horns on its head and pointed ears. If it weren't for the jade talisman on its belt, it would have sent out a warning immediately.
"You are... meeting the elder."
The two of them were of a noble nature and treated the legendary white dragon respectfully.
"I am Qingxu Bai Yujun, is there anyone from Qingxu's lineage here?"
"Reporting to the elders, Qingxu Peak Master Yang Mu and Master Yu are in the city. Master Yu is coordinating the world's practitioners to resist the zombies. They just finished the battle and returned to the city."
"Take me to the city quickly."
Two senior disciples of the Jindan stage led a horse-riding Bai Bai towards the fortress.
In this kind of place, you cannot fly randomly or enter the city directly from the sky. Outsiders must lower their voices to show that they are not hostile. People are mixed and order is needed, otherwise it is easy for criminals to take the opportunity to cause trouble.
When flying towards the fortress, many non-Chunyang Palace monks were stunned, not because they were beautiful, but because they did not expect a big demon to come here.
The black horse raised its head in a proud pose, always proud of its status as the Demon King's mount.
Passing by many sword-wielding monks, he lowered his height and passed over the city gate and went straight to the fortress's commanding tent. The monks cared that the rider was a monster, while the soldiers stationed in the fortress paid attention to the magical horse with envious eyes.
"Xu~"
The black horse has the function of calling stop.
