"But, what's missing?"
Chen Luo raised his head and looked at the sky. He could feel that something was about to come out of the unknown place, but it was still a little bit close.
Almost at the same time, in the imperial city, behind the Changming Palace, in the empty Jingsi Hall, a low voice suddenly sounded out of thin air——
"The great affairs of the country lie in military service and sacrifice!"
Suddenly, the ordinary-looking stone screen shone brightly, and then the patterns of nine giant cauldrons appeared on the screen. Six of them were filled with white light, the seventh cauldron had half of its light, and the rest was the same as the rest. The two tripods underneath are still dim.
The greatest treasure of Daxuan - the National Fortune Wall.
At this time, the nine giant cauldrons on the National Games Wall started to shake, and then returned to their original state after a moment.
A tall figure appeared in the Jingsi Hall, and a wave of holy power swept through the Jingsi Hall, and then was restrained.
"Emperor Qian, what happened to the National Games Wall?" A voice suddenly sounded in the shadow of Jingsi Hall.
The tall figure known as Qianhuang didn't seem surprised that there were other people in the palace, and said: "The Jiuding is shaking. It seems that a new Anbang martial art has appeared, but it failed to take place."
The voice in the shadow paused and said, "Anbang Guoshu?"
Emperor Qian nodded: "During the 'Ren' dynasty, Jiuding gave birth to the art of herdsmen, which evolved into today's nine-level official art! During the 'Qin' dynasty, Jiuding gave birth to the art of Jiangshan, and today's Great Wall of Righteousness emerged!"
"Just now, Anbang's national martial arts that can rival these two items has almost come out!"
The voice in the shadow had a trace of doubt: "I didn't notice it."
"You are not from the royal family, so you didn't notice it. I feel that the national art seems to be a tree without roots, water without a source, and has no successor, so it cannot escape from the cauldron!"
"Why?"
"Anbang's national martial arts is full of mystery and cannot be calculated."
The voice from the shadows came out again: "Do you want to inform Ye Heng?"
The Holy Emperor shook his head: "If it doesn't come out, it means the time has not come yet. Let's wait for the opportunity." After saying that, the Holy Emperor looked towards the shadow again, bowed slightly and then disappeared.
There was no sound coming from the shadow, as if no one was there.
Silence returned to the empty Jingsi Hall, and the National Games wall seemed to have turned into an ordinary stone screen again, standing there calmly.
…
Kill the barbarian mouth.
Fortunately, the Minister of War granted him the post of inspector. Zheyue ate at the cook camp, brought enough dry food and water, and changed his horse to another army horse, preparing to go to the next fortress leading to Lanzhou. After leaving, suddenly a loud bugle sounded, and the guard master in Shaman's mouth burst out with spring thunder and spread the message to the whole fort: "The barbarians are attacking, everyone be on guard!"
The habit he had cultivated since he was a child made Zheyue immediately dismount, throw away the extra belongings on his body, and head directly towards the military station where his master was guarding.
The entire northern defense line is equipped with a five-level defense system of "town-road-guard-post-fort". Shamankou is the lowest "fort" level in the five-level system and is located at the forefront. The guard commander is a fifth-grade enlightened master.
Zheyue rushed into the military base. At this time, six or seven people had gathered in the military base. In addition to the guard master sitting in the middle, there was also a deputy guard who was a sixth-level enlightenment realm master. The rest were some Chengshi realm team leaders. Yes,
In the middle of the military tent, there was a corpse whose chest was shot through with a sharp weapon. Zhe Yue had seen him before. His name is Ma Wuyan, a Confucian scholar who has become a poet. Today is his turn to go out on inspection.
When he left the fort in the morning, he specifically asked himself to give a message to his fiancée when he passed by Cangcheng, saying that everything was fine with him and that he could go home and get married after the winter.
Unexpectedly, in less than two hours, he had turned into a corpse.
"The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir dream!"
Zheyue took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions. Life and death are common among general disciples, but they are just temporary mood swings. Zheyue looked at his guard, Sun Tongzhi, and asked, "What's going on?"
For example, Zheyue, as an inspector appointed by the Minister of War, could perform the duties of supervising the army during wartime.
Sun Tongzhi cupped his hands and said: "The cavalry led the desperate effort to bring news that a barbarian army is coming towards me to kill the barbarians. The opponent is Xuanzi Barbarian, about five hundred people!"
"Xuanziman! Five hundred people!" Zheyue was shocked. Xuanziman meant that there was a general at the level of a barbarian in the opponent's formation. About 800 Confucian scholars and about 1,500 ordinary people were killed in Mankou!
"Where is the outpost in front?" Zheyue asked. Logically speaking, there should be two outposts, one bright and one dark, a hundred miles in front of Shamankou, but there was no news at all.
"I'm afraid that I was destroyed before I could inspire the righteous thunder cloud!" Sun Tongzhi shook his head.
On the battlefield, in the land of two heavens bordering Tiandao and Mantian, the power is in chaos. All communication techniques and teleportation formations are interfered with to varying degrees. Therefore, human communication often uses the method of righteous thunder clouds, that is, Through the "Thunder Cloud Sticker", a righteous thunder cloud is formed over the fortress, rumbling as a warning. Because of the special nature of Zhengqi Leiyun, everyone in the Confucian sect can naturally feel it.
Zheyue quickly calculated in his mind that Sun Tongzhi was a fifth-grade master, and he and the two deputy guards should be able to deal with the barbarians in the opponent's formation, but the Xuanzi barbarians of 500 people would definitely be unable to resist with the help of killing barbarians.
"Have you issued a request for help?" Zheyue asked.
The deputy guard nodded: "The righteous thunder clouds have been released, but it will take half an hour to send reinforcements from Lucheng, even if the whole city uses magic to rush."
"According to the rate of the cavalry, the barbarians will be able to kill them if there is only half a stick of incense left."
Everyone looked serious. The Shamankou was located outside the Great Wall of Righteousness and could not receive any bonuses from the Great Wall of Righteousness. The period of waiting for reinforcements to arrive might be the last time in most of their lives.
"Then you have to kill him!" Sun Tongzhi hammered the table hard.
Zheyue nodded, Shamankou was not an ordinary castle. In other words, the locations of all castles were carefully selected. They were places where the power of Heaven and Mantian intersected.
Once it is lost, the barbarians can sacrifice it to the barbarian sky and the power will fall quickly. If they want to get it back at that time, they will have to spend five times or even ten times the price.
"Sun Shou Bei, we are not afraid of fighting to the death!" said a team leader in Chengshi Realm, "The problem is, even if the two masters hold back the opponent's barbarian general, according to my calculations, we can hold back only one stick at most. What about the time it takes to burn incense and the half-stick of incense until the reinforcements arrive?”
"In particular, I am worried that the barbarian army did not just launch a raid on our Shamankou area, but launched a raid on multiple castles at the same time. Reinforcements may not appear so quickly."
As soon as the Confucian scholar spoke, the military camp fell silent. Everyone knew in their hearts that what he said was right.
Sun Tongzhi stood up and said: "Then I can only ask you to work hard, and you will die half a stick of incense later!"
For a time, the atmosphere in the military station was extremely depressing.
Zheyue moved his fingers and said, "Everyone..."
Everyone looked at Zhe Yue.
Zheyue looked into those eyes full of desperate thoughts: "Maybe, I have a way!"
Sun Tongzhi frowned slightly. He could tell at a glance that Zhe Yue was only a Confucian scholar. Perhaps the Zhe family had prepared some protective treasure for him, but the protective treasure could not protect Sha Mankou.
"Inspection, while there is still time, you should leave the city quickly!"
"You are an inspector appointed by the Minister of War. You still have a long way to go. This should not be your burial place!"
At this time, the Confucian scholar who spoke before also nodded: "Inspection Zhe, let's go. If the roots of the Zhe family are cut off at Shamankou, we will be sorry for the seven generations of Confucian scholars of the Zhe family!"
"That's right, the hair has not even grown!" The deputy guard who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "You left Shamankou half an hour ago, and the subsequent deadly battle at Shamankou has nothing to do with you!"
Zheyue looked at the team leader and garrison in the military post, frowned, and suddenly cursed: "You're so fucking stupid!"
"Why do everyone want me to be a deserter!"
"Who are you looking down on!"
"I said I have a way, just listen! What nonsense!"
Saying that, Zhe Yue suddenly pointed his finger at Sun Tongzhi, and activated the "Hidden Heaven" strategy of war. A stream of colorful red dust aura fell on Sun Tongzhi. In an instant, the aura on Sun Tongzhi's body surged, rising to the level of a half-step great scholar. Then he stopped.
Everyone seemed to have seen a semi-saint and kept rubbing their eyes. Finally, they couldn't help but stepped forward and touched Sun Tongzhi.
"Sun Shoubei, are you half a great scholar?"
"Oh my god, is this some precious treasure that Zhe boy used?"
"Wow, there's hope! There's hope!"
Sun Tongzhi was really not used to having more than a dozen rough hands touching his body, especially when there were a few dishonest ones touching the lower three roads. He felt righteous all over his body and pushed away everyone. He sensed it for a moment and looked at Zhe. Yue: "It's fake, I'm still a enlightened master."
Zheyue rolled his eyes: Of course it's fake. What good things are you thinking about?
Zheyue stretched out his hand again and pointed at the Confucian Scholar Captain. Another wave of red dust aura enveloped the opponent. Suddenly, the Confucian Scholar Captain's aura continued to rise, and finally stopped at the Confucian Realm.
Then, Zheyue waved his hand again, and suddenly there was an aura coming out from beside the Confucian scholar, as if he was in a Confucian realm again, but that place was just a seat.
"Boy Zhe, what's going on?" the deputy guard asked quickly.
Zheyue cupped his hands in the direction of Zhongjing: "Young man, I have learned from Wan Anbo's book the art of war, 'Hiding the Sky', which can change your aura and at the same time change the amount of induction."
"It's a pity that the world's energy is limited. I can only make appropriate improvements based on your own cultivation. The number of people should not be too large."
Sun Tongzhi frowned slightly: "The number of people should not be too large? How many can we have? Ten? Or twenty? This effect..."
"About five or six hundred."
Sun Tongzhi: (ノ￣д￣)ノ
Zheyue paid no attention to Sun Tongzhi and continued: "Think about it, if the barbarian army found out that there was a half-step great Confucian, dozens of masters, and thousands of Confucian scholars who became poets in Shaman's mouth, how dare they Attack directly?"
"Then they are not barbarians, but fools." Sun Tongzhi suddenly laughed twice, relieved the embarrassment just now, and asked, "Boy Zhe, let me ask you, if you can increase the number of inductions, what can you do?" Let the many become one?”
Zheyue nodded: "The method of concealment is the essence of this art of war."
"Okay!" Sun Tongzhi slapped the table, "When the reinforcements arrive, let this guy cover us and give the barbarians a surprise."
"They thought it was a sentinel, but it turned out that our entire army attacked. Isn't it exciting?"
"In my opinion..." the guard said again, "it's best to scare the barbarian army first, and then gradually weaken our strength, so that the other party neither dares to attack, but is reluctant to leave, and catch them..."
Everyone looked at each other and patted Zhe Yue on the shoulder happily. The military station was filled with joy for a while.
"Fujiang, you boy!"
"No, no, no, it's all because of Wan Anbo's good teaching!"
"You said you learned it in a book? Which book?"
""Three Kingdoms"!"
"That book... I think the book by the scholar... is always broken. It's annoying. I plan to keep it for a few days. Forget it, I'd better catch up..."
"Follow the same pursuit! After this battle, I will also learn this trick...the art of war!"
"Let's go up to the city wall and kill those cowards of the barbarian army!"
…
In Zhongjing City, Chen Luo always felt his nose was itchy and wanted to sneeze.
There must be a gathering of people somewhere shouting "Shame on the Literati" again.
"Let him be strong if he is strong, and the breeze will blow over the hills!"
Chen Luo glanced at his mouth and wrote the review of "Three Kingdoms" that will be sent out tomorrow——
"Sima Hui recommends celebrities again, and Liu Xuande visits the thatched cottage three times!"
(End of chapter)
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