Dingbeicheng had just regained a little vitality, and an army of unknown origin passed by. Thinking about it, according to the characteristics of Jin, Daqin, and Daliang, taking half of the harvest and taking away half of the harvest, it was considered as no crime in autumn.
Whoever comes looks like a bird, Ling Muyun said.
"Zhang San, gather the security, let's go take a look!"
Ling Muyun had some cultivation skills, so he walked faster and climbed to the north gate tower first.
Looking from afar, a group of soldiers lazily approached Dingbei City.
It was just that he had thrown away his armor and looked like he had lost the battle.
"Close the door!"
"Young master has an order, close the door!"
Dingbei City suffered a near-annihilation blow, but its gates and walls remained intact.
Every time he thought of this, Ling Muyun wanted to thank the military governor and the captain of Qianrendu in person, and slap them both in the face.
After half a year of recuperation, Dingbeicheng has set up a hundred security guards. When Lao Qi shouted, the two strong gatekeepers turned the gears and with a loud bang, the door was closed.
After about half an hour, the army slowly gathered a mile away from the city. The military flag was broken, but the word "西" was clearly visible.
"It's true that we are enemies on a narrow road. Did the Northwest King lose the battle and escape back with his tail between his legs?" Ling Muyun was somewhat gloating at his misfortune.
The moment he withdrew from Sheqilan and took away most of the Jie clan, the Northwest King's "Qing Jun Side" only had the word "failure" left.
There is no other reason, and an isolated rebellion is tantamount to pulling chestnuts from the fire.
"What else are they here for? Hasn't Dingbeicheng been harmed enough?"
"Young master, let's fight with them!" Zhang San and Li Si never separated their families, but after the Northwest King passed away, only Zhang San was left.
"Boom!" Zhang San received a loud bang.
"Zhang San, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?" After Ling Muyun said this, he felt something was wrong. Did he just give him a kick?
"Boom!" Ling Muyun was furious and knocked Zhang San on the head again.
"Young Master, I didn't say anything this time!" Zhang San rubbed his head aggrievedly, but thinking that the Young Master said he was a donkey, the bag on his head seemed to suddenly become much smaller.
"I want to knock!" Ling Muyun showed a hint of mischievous pride: "Use your brain. Although the troops under the city are defeated and in desolation, they are still a battle-hardened army. Just a few of you are not enough to kill a small team. of."
Ling Muyun stared straight at Zhang San and said with a wicked smile: "How about you go down and call the shots, sir, and I will beat the drum to cheer you up?"
Zhang San stretched his neck and looked outside the city. There were many people there, so he quickly shrank his head.
"Young master, you are joking. I am worth so much. You can say that a moth flies into a flame. This is all a compliment to me!"
"Go out."
Ling Muyun was still teasing Zhang San on the city tower, and a soldier came out from the city, riding a black bay-red horse, holding a banner with the word "West" in his hand, and quickly ran towards the city gate.
Before the rising yellow sand settled, he shouted loudly to the tower:
"Dingbeicheng, open the city gate quickly! Otherwise, the city will be breached after a stick of incense, and we will kill without mercy!"
Shout three times.
"Zhang San, do you know what is the luckiest thing today?" Ling Muyun asked pretending to be profound.
"The city gate is closed!" Zhang San blurted out.
"Hiss! Don't say that you are fooling with me from now on. You can't afford to disgrace that person! We are sharing food today and everyone is in the city." After Ling Muyun finished speaking, he grinned: "In other words, I have nothing to worry about."
"Young Master, do you want it?"
Before Zhang San finished speaking, Ling Muyun had already jumped and flew down from the tower.
As he approached the ground, a thunderbolt from his palm sank into the yellow sand.
"Boom!" With the sound of thunder, Ling Muyun turned around and landed right next to the pit.
"If it weren't for clogs and shorts, this jump would definitely be amazing!" Ling Muyun regretted why he didn't change his clothes before coming back.
At the worst, you should bring a cattail leaf fan, so that you can look like a superior person.
"Master! Master!"
On the top of the city tower, Zhang San held a simple knife in his hand and shouted in support.
This shouting was so outrageous that the people who followed him up to the tower started cheering and shouting.
In Zhang San's eyes, jumping off such a high city wall and cleverly using lightning as a buffer was enough to blind the army.
"I don't want to tell you, but Zhang San still understands me." Ling Muyun waved his hand in a pretentious manner and stopped shouting from the tower: "I don't know who is coming and what is going on!"
I have seen men with long beards holding swords and menacingly, and I have seen men who submitted letters of surrender obediently, but they were wearing shorts and looking poor. The flag officer didn't know how to respond for a while, and he stood there blankly.
"What do you want me to ask you?" Ling Muyun's head was full of black lines: "You guys are so ignorant of style!"
"Oh! By the order of the Northwest King, you will open the city gate!" The flag officer raised the flag above his head and said in a commanding tone.
Since ancient times, the two countries have been at war without killing each other.
But when the flag official mentioned the Northwest King, Ling Muyun felt angry for no reason.
Thunder and lightning appeared all over his body, and with a stinging sound, the flag officer felt a strong sense of suffocation.
When he came back to his senses, he realized that at some point, he had been pulled off the horse, and a big hand was squeezing his neck, making him unable to breathe.
As Ling Muyun's hand tightened, the flag officer's bouncing legs slowly dropped down.
Ling Muyun threw the flag officer ten feet away, picked up the "West" flag, tore it in half, then took off his shorts without grace, and a line of water was poured on the flag.
Everything that happened here was really beyond the Northwest King's expectation.
The king of the northwest was very fat, like a pile of rotten meat, piled on a carriage pulled by four horses, and the axles creaked under the pressure.
But the energy in his hands is not small.
"Bang!" He broke off the shaft of the car and gasped, "Who went to take the head off his neck?"
"The general will go where he wishes!"
One person came out of the array, Tu Haojie, the fourth lieutenant general.
Sixteen years ago, during the battle between Huershan and Rouran's vanguard, Tu Haojie killed six hundred enemies with a spear.
The corpses were piled up in a mountain, just like Jingguan, and they were called "The Butcher of Hu'er Mountain" by various tribes in Rouran.
Even after so long, Tu Haojie's head on the spear can still shock everyone in Rouran.
After receiving the permission from the Northwest King, General Si Zhonglang dragged his spear and walked towards Ling Muyun step by step: "Kill the person who offends you!"
"Wait a minute!" Ling Muyun stopped Tu Haojie and said, "Come on? Where did you come from? Aren't you the ones who rebelled?"
"Hmph!" Tu Haojie's cold eyes seemed to be staring at a corpse, and he threw out a spear and stabbed Ling Muyun.
In the eyes of outsiders, a sharp stab suggests that practitioners are not looked down upon.
Regardless of the depth of cultivation, compared to ordinary people, they have more means to deal with the enemy.
Although Ling Muyun's bastard punch had severely beaten Ling Muzhong, how could his body, which had been hollowed out by wine and sex, count?
Fourth Lieutenant General Tu Haojie, during the battle of Dunhuang County, used this direct thrust to kill the deputy captain who was protecting the Western Regions.
If the Hengshan Lu family hadn't arrived, maybe the current Northwest King would have been sitting in Dunhuang watching the sunset.
In Ling Muyun's ears, this was always stinging, but it had a different taste.
Heavily powerful, but without any loss of dexterity, without any real energy, just the strength of a pure martial artist.
As the gun body shook, there was a faint roaring sound from the gun tip.
Ling Muyun hugged his hands, his true energy circulated, wisps of thunder and lightning condensed in it, and he pushed out suddenly when the gun tip arrived.
"Boom!"
Ling Muyun took three steps back, his arms numb slightly. Although he could barely block the shot that threatened the world, he felt a little more wary.
In fact, for high martial arts on the battlefield, it is nothing more than using dirty tricks, shooting hidden arrows, or dragging people to death with heads. Obviously, Dingbei City at this time obviously does not have these conditions.
The city of Luoyang is high, and General Si Zhonglang can still use his strength to jump up. How about going up to Dingbei City, which is as flat as flat ground?
High martial arts confrontation is the correct way to open the battlefield.
