As soon as the words fell, the soldiers of the Imperial Army on the big mound cheered, and immediately the generals began to shout orders and change formations.
It is not an easy task to suddenly switch from a strict defense to a desperate and violent attack. It can even be said to be a bit of a joke. However, no one seems to think it is inappropriate from top to bottom.
At the top of the mound, where the guards were most closely guarded, more than a thousand sword and shield wielders who looked extremely elite suddenly dispersed, leaving a passage down the mountain heading north.
Immediately afterwards, one hundred and eighty burly men with big shoulders and round waists poured into this passage. They were all wearing cyan heavy armor and carrying extremely powerful weapons such as double maces, double hammers, and two-handed axes. They even held two-handed axes. He has such strange weapons as the big scissors, and he is the world-famous Wuchang Camp Hengjie Shi in the Imperial Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The mounts under their crotches look like horses but not horses. They are covered with white hard bone armor and there are many sharp bone spurs on their backs. They are the famous sea dragon colts of the Great Zhou Forbidden Army.
This group of cavalrymen, who were extremely difficult to deal with at first glance, tightly surrounded a "Zhaoye Qingshuang" snow locust beast and ran down the mountain at an extremely fast speed.
There is a person sitting on the back of the beast "Zhao Ye Qingshuang", wearing a purple gold helmet, black gold cord armor, and carrying an eight-treasure red gold spear. At first glance, he is a first-rate leader of the army.
The coach's appearance is quite peculiar. He has a big and long black-haired face, a mouth like a lotus pod, eyes like copper bells, a big white nose that is extremely prominent, and a pair of long spear-tip-shaped noses. The ears are rebelliously branched out from the purple gold helmet.
This is exactly what it is, the marshal's appearance is extraordinary and he was born with a donkey face!
Xu Shi's appearance was too eye-catching, and the news that his coach was going to personally lead his guards into the battle immediately spread throughout the big mound, and the soldiers of the Great Zhou Forbidden Army became more morale and cheered.
At the same time, the main formation of Xue Chi Battalion finally successfully penetrated the demon army formation and gathered on the west side of the bottom of the hill.
Behind them, the sea of fire and the sunset complemented each other, and the smell of burnt meat and meat wafted together.
General Xiong's body was scorched black, he avoided the sea of fire far away, and was running towards the direction of the faceless demon king in Qiubei.
Lu Qiyun or Qi Jingzhi slowly put down his hands, raised his head and silently looked at the side face of the donkey-headed marshal. The expression on his face was very complicated. In addition to laughing and crying, there was also deep doubt.
In the past, when he dreamed, once he realized that he was in a dream, he was actually half-dream and half-awake. He would soon wake up completely because the dream disappeared, but at this moment, he had no intention of waking up.
But after thinking about it, it was not surprising. The dream here was born because of Old Wei and the Holy Girl of the White Immortal Sect. He, Qi Jingzhi, was just a spoiler who got involved midway. Naturally, he could not control the birth and death of the dream. , no matter what kind of absurd and weird things you encounter, it’s not surprising.
What Qi Jingzhi is really confused about is his incarnation of Lu Qiyun.
As the saying goes, what you think about every day is what you dream about at night.
Qi Jingzhi asked himself, he had never thought of becoming a Taoist priest, nor had he ever had the ambition to "become a prince or establish a temple". On the contrary, he hated it deeply and could not even sell himself to join the powerful.
In addition, he doesn't know how to ride a horse, let alone lead an army, and he's not good at shaving his head and shaving his face... Oh, he can peel the skin with just a handful of hands. ….
It can be said that Lu Qiyun's identity is indeed suspicious, and all his thoughts and actions are completely contrary to the original intention of the mountain boy. Apart from his Qi Jingzhi's clear mind, it can be said that he is a completely different person.
Maybe...if Qi Jingzhi was a person who was passionate about fame and wealth, he might be like Lu Qiyun?
Or... Lu Qiyun was just an irrelevant dream character, and was temporarily replaced by Qi Jingzhi?
Thinking about it this way, in fact, the temperaments of Old Wei and the Donkey-headed Crown Prince are quite different. The Crown Prince does not have any chivalry in him, but is cold-hearted and full of calculations. Maybe he is also Li Daitao?
Is it possible that there is a complete dream hidden in this jade pillow, like a big drama with a predetermined beginning and ending, and you will be pulled into it as long as you lie on it?
If this is true, this dream is really scary!
Not only is it difficult to distinguish between true and false, it is enough to make people forget their past,
Immersed in it, it can even blend into the dream of the person who enters without leaving any trace. This is evidenced by the summoning master who appeared here and was burned to death by blood flames.
Qi Jingzhi didn't know the name of Summoner. It should have come from the saint of the White Immortal Sect. The name was given by the demon king in the dream. Only he knew the power of the Yinsha Blood Flame.
Just because Qi Jingzhi firmly believed that the giant snake in front of him would die from the blood flames of the Silver Fiend, the Summoning General was actually burned to death by the blood flames that appeared out of thin air inexplicably.
"No, it didn't appear out of thin air! Before I fell into the dream, the silver candlestick was placed on the stone bed. In order to force away the five-color clouds, the range of the blood light was expanded, and it also shone on the jade pillow. Could it be that it was included in the dream? Has it become a strange object in this great drama?"
Qi Jingzhi had a lot of thoughts in his mind. Compared with this strange and unpredictable pillow dream, the fragmented and rigid thoughts in the soul mask were really nothing.
However, would such a magical and terrifying jade pillow be easily given away by Duke Qinghong as a birthday gift? After the theft, will Pengze Water Mansion entrust the matter to an old charlatan?
Thinking of Old Wei, Qi Jingzhi focused his gaze again on the donkey-headed marshal who had rushed down the mound and charged towards the enemy formation.
In addition to holding an eight-treasure red gold spear, this marshal with peerless appearance seemed to be surrounded by several flying knives filled with black energy. Along the way, he stabbed with spears and bayonets, killing demons and slaying demons like mowing grass. There was absolutely nothing in front of him. One enemy.
"Is that... a black evil corpse that turns into qi when dispersed and becomes a needle when gathered? Is that why you took the initiative to put back the donkey head? Hey, His Highness Old Wei is really good at playing!"
Qi Jingzhi shook his head and calmed down his chaotic thoughts.
He ventured in this time to wake up Old Wei in advance so as to preserve his body and humanity. He was not here to accompany him in this grand drama of becoming a prince, a marshal, and defeating an evil king. God knows how long this drama will take. !
As for how to wake him up, of course he had to lift the covers!
If this dream in the pillow was really a big show that had been arranged a long time ago, as Qi Jingzhi entered, he disrupted the situation several times, first using the donkey head bag and the soul mask, and then using the silver evil blood flame to burn the summoning general to death. Lord, the situation on this battlefield has obviously changed drastically, and it may be difficult to maintain the original direction.
Maybe by adding some variables and a little force, we can completely break the dream and get out of trouble! ….
Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi suddenly lowered his head, slapped the leather box on his waist, and said in a deep voice: "Qi Huchan!"
"Why does the elder brother call the younger brother? But you want to lead me to grind my teeth, suck blood, and make achievements?"
Inside the leather box, the little monk immediately responded with a childish voice.
Qi Jingzhi immediately made a serious face: "Tell me, what is the first rule of our Qi family in Linzhou?"
"Ah? My eldest brother has even changed his name. Doesn't this mean that the Qi family rules have been abolished?"
"Fart! I don't change my name for my brother's sake, and I don't change my surname when I sit down. I'll always call him Qi Jingzhi!"
He scolded and opened the lid of the leather box.
The young monk was scratching the back of his head, and muttered with confusion on his face: "Didn't you say that life will bring disaster to the country and the people, and death will bring joy to thousands of people? What else... what kind of flood is coming?"
"Where did you learn all these bastard words? Forget it all, brother! Don't mention it again in the future, let alone follow it!" Qi Jingzhi scolded him again, without any mercy.
Hearing this, the young monk's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at his elder brother stupidly, and was speechless for a moment.
"Also, if you dare to break up the gang at any time, big brother will beat your ass to pieces!"
Qi Huchan immediately curled up his little mouth, almost wanting to cry without tears.
The eldest brother said a lot of things when he was still called Lu Qiyun, but now he refuses to admit any of them, but he only clearly remembers his words about breaking up the gang. Who can he ask to explain this?
Qi Jingzhi glanced at the dejected young monk quietly, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.
He pointed at the outstanding donkey-headed marshal in the distance and asked, "Qi Huchan, can you fly up and down like those black knives of Old Wei?"
The young monk indeed has some ability to see through illusions and point directly to people's hearts.
, not because Old Wei's appearance had changed so much that he couldn't recognize him, he stood on tiptoe and took a look before shaking his head and saying, "I can't."
He paused, with confusion and shame on his face: "My little brother is useless. He couldn't even speak before, but somehow, he can suddenly run, jump, and talk, but he hasn't learned to fly yet..." "
Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi nodded thoughtfully.
It took a very short time for Niuerjiandao to become spiritual and then to be considered his younger brother. Qi Huchan was able to manifest it not because he was so miraculous, but because he relied on this magical dream in the pillow to do it. To be beaten back to its original shape.
As for why Qi Huchan is the image of a little monk wearing a tiger skin cassock, it is naturally that the dream in the pillow combines Qi Jingzhi's own dreams and expectations. After all, when Zang Feng was born, he hoped that Qi Huchan would choose a good tiger monk to be his disciple. Of.
It is precisely because Qi Huchan was born out of his thoughts, and the connection is already quite close, and they are even one body, so they were pulled into this pillow dream together.
However, Qi Huchan did not sleep on a jade pillow. He was considered a gangster and had no identity in the dream. He just followed the connection with his eldest brother and still appeared next to Lu Qiyun, so Lu Qiyun did not recognize him at the beginning. .
Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It seemed that he couldn't play like His Highness Old Wei.
Already knowing that he was in a dream, the words and deeds of the mountain boy were not as cautious and restrained as they were outside, but revealed the wanton and willful side of the young man. ….
He quickly closed the lid of the leather box and said disgustedly: "Since you can't fly, just stay still!"
"Brother, my younger brother is still very powerful! He is good at killing people and drinking blood!"
The young monk cried out on the spot, but his voice sounded muffled through the leather box.
Qi Jingzhi's eyelids twitched when he heard this, and he slapped the leather box hard: "These are also bastard words, don't say them again in the future!"
He paused and sneered again: "If that strange snake that is taller than a human comes out, what use will your little arms and legs do?"
Qi Huchan immediately fell silent. To the young monk's ears, there was no doubt that the previous scolding was Qi Jingzhi's tone, but the sneer that followed clearly had a hint of Lu Qiyun's tone in it.
This is really terrible!
How could Qi Jingzhi guess what the little monk was thinking? He looked down and saw that the iron gun Lu Qiyun had taken when he charged into the battle had long been lost among the demons. There was only a sheathed long knife hanging on the right side of the saddle.
He was very familiar with this knife. It was Jianren Shou.
Qi Jingzhi immediately withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and pointed towards the northern battlefield: "Xue Chi Camp, prepare to charge!"
This time, the young battalion captain whose temperament changed drastically took the lead and rushed directly to the front.
After previously digging through the demon formation, there were still 300 soldiers left in the Xue Chi camp. However, at this time, the attention of both the Zhou army and the demons was attracted by the donkey-headed marshal charging fiercely to the north of the mound. The three hundred heavy cavalry sandwiched between the west side of the mound and the sea of fire were ignored.
The soldiers of Xue Chi camp were all dying, and they were entrusted by Marquis Yuan. Seeing that the north was already fighting, but their own general was still reluctant to move, they thought that Lieutenant Lu Ying was afraid of death, and there was already some faint commotion. Many people have dissatisfaction and anger on their faces.
At this moment, seeing that he was taking the lead like a prince, these bloody men couldn't hold back. They immediately agreed and followed the young battalion closely from the foot of the mound to the north.
The thunderous hooves that had shaken the entire battlefield not long ago reappeared, even more unhesitatingly than the previous time, and they were even more determined to move forward.
Even though he knew it was a dream, Qi Jingzhi, who was integrated with the sound of hoofbeats, still couldn't suppress the countless pride in his heart.
Although it is a dream, the bloody loyalty and bravery of the soldiers of Xuejia camp are so real. The battlefield in front of us, with the sea of flames and flames and the sound of killing, is also so magnificent!
Regardless of whether it was Lu Qiyun or Qi Jingzhi, how could a man not yearn for her when he saw this?
"Old Wei, Old Wei, no wonder you, such an old-hearted guy, still refuse to wake up! Wait until I beat your donkey face to pieces and see if you wake up!"
At this moment, many of the officers and soldiers of the Forbidden Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty were following their family.
The marshal rushed down the mound, formed battle formations, and attacked northward.
The demons guarding the faceless demon king also recovered from the setback in which two generals were killed and one wounded. They gradually stabilized their position by relying on their superior strength. The demons in the east and south directions also fought with General Xiong. The main force moved closer to the north for reinforcements.
At the core of the battlefield, the black demons surged like a tide, rushing towards the donkey-headed marshal again and again, and then were chopped into pieces of bones and flesh all over the ground by nine black flying knives that danced wildly in the sky. Fortunately, there was a chance. If a few of them rush forward, they will be picked to death by the spear filled with red flames and golden light. The place where they were hit will be scorched black, and not even a drop of blood will flow. ….
However, no matter how sharp the donkey-headed marshal's spears and flying knives were, he could kill no less than a thousand demons in a matter of seconds, and the demons blocking him still seemed endless and endless.
Seeing that the momentum of his own marshal's forward charge had slowed down significantly, the nearly a hundred cavalry warriors who were originally protecting his flank began to press forward.
Whether it is the cyan heavy armor worn by these warriors or the hard bone armor of the sea dragon colts under their crotches, it is definitely not something that ordinary demons can easily break through.
On the contrary, the weapons in their hands were extremely heavy and powerful at first glance. The demons in front of them were really dead when they touched or were close to them. In a moment, the passage through which the donkey-headed marshal came out was widened several times.
Seeing this opportunity, a group of more than a thousand sword and shield soldiers rushed in, guarding the spearmen, and protected the rampaging intermediaries whose momentum was also exhausted, resisting another round of counterattack by the demon.
The largest number of crossbowmen finally filled in, and the dense rain of arrows firmly covered the new territory, and then began to extend northward.
At this critical moment when you are retreating and we are advancing, one is losing the other, the cold female voice from earlier once again resounded throughout the battlefield: "Where are Qiu Zhi's personal guards? Break his formation and kill his handsome man!"
The faceless demon king gave this order, but before the Great Zhou Forbidden Army could react, the demons blocking them became confused first. They were even more frightened and frightened than before when General Xiong Zhen charged and summoned the general to ask questions. .
Unlike General Xiong, the Qiuji bodyguard who was personally named by the demon lord this time did not accept the order verbally. Instead, a cloud of five colors immediately rose from the center of the army formation to the north of the demon.
This five-color cloud was condensed and not dispersed. It was more than ten feet high and no less than ten feet wide. As soon as it took shape, it began to move quickly towards the direction of Marshal Donkey Head.
When the monsters along the way saw it, they all gave way in fear, like avoiding snakes and scorpions. If they were even a little bit contaminated, they would immediately show a look of intoxication on their faces, rush into the depths of the cloud like madness, and then disappear without a trace.
In a very short period of time, a smooth road more than ten feet wide appeared between the faceless demon king and the donkey-headed marshal.
As the so-called Qiuji personal guards gradually approached, the crossbowmen in the Zhou army's formation were the first to react.
When the bow string sounded, arrows shot out like locusts. Countless feathered arrows buzzed into the air, drawing deadly curves, and then fell towards the weird five-color cloud and pierced hard.
Suddenly, there was a clanking sound coming from the cloud that could not be clearly seen, as if all the arrows had hit the iron shield and heavy armor.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Seeing that the five-colored cloud was approaching the sword-and-shield man standing at the front, the donkey-headed marshal opened his mouth and let out a loud and heroic hiss.
He held the body of the Eight Treasure Red Gold Gun diagonally with his backhand, weighed it in his hand, then turned sideways, pointed the tip of the gun in the direction of the five-color cloud, and threw it vigorously!
The eight-treasure red gold gun shot out immediately. The sound of breaking the wind was like the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon. The gun's body erupted with blazing red flames, accompanied by dazzling golden light. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a horned dragon with naked golden scales, swung its head and tail, and pounced away! .
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