There is no sunlight in the world of Sinland, but day and night can be distinguished.
When the night left and the dark sky returned to light, the hard-working and simple people of the Daqian Dynasty began a new day of work.
Next to Qingshi Street, smoke is rising from the breakfast shop, and the vendors are shouting hard.
Although life is difficult, it is peaceful and joyful.
Moreover, under the governance of King Daqian, the official atmosphere was clean and honest, and people were able to redress their grievances and respond to their requests.
Although no one praises the Daqian Dynasty every day, no matter where the people go, they will proudly say that they are Daqian people.
The weather today is not very good, the clouds are overcast, and it seems to indicate that something is going on.
Emperor Daqian was dressed in a golden dragon robe and stood at the top of the imperial city. He looked at the busy streets with traffic and traffickers, feeling a little sad in his heart.
Soon, everything this quiet and peaceful will be destroyed!
He couldn't bear it and didn't want to, because this was a country he governed with his own hands, and it would be no exaggeration to say that he had worked hard.
If he is compared to a sculptor, then the entire Daqian Dynasty is his most proud work.
"Your Majesty, everything is arranged!" A general wearing golden armor came behind him and bowed in salute.
It was King Zhenbei who appeared in the secret room last night.
Di Lin nodded: "Act as planned."
"yes!"
Although everything was arranged properly, Di Lin couldn't help but look in the direction of the palace, which suddenly made him feel relieved. It seems that there is some kind of strong support in the palace.
Chirp!
Suddenly, a cloud-piercing arrow exploded in the sky, and the bright fireworks attracted everyone's attention.
Because everyone knows that it is not some naughty kid playing with fireworks, it is a communication signal.
The last time such fireworks appeared was eighty years ago, when the Yunluo Dynasty came to the city.
However, the current Daqian Dynasty is no longer what it used to be. Who dares to invade?
"Here we come!" Di Lin's old body stood upright, like a flag planted at the top of the city.
The King of Zhenbei said: "The army has been assembled, three thousand armor-breaking slaves have been prepared, and the Huben army is also in place, enough for them to drink a pot."
"Okay." After hearing this, Di Lin's voice also revealed strong confidence.
Report!
A fast horse galloped over, and the messengers with flags on their backs quickly climbed to the top of the city.
"Your Majesty, the three major aristocratic families are leading thousands of practitioners to besiege the outer city. Please give instructions!"
There was panic in the messenger's tone.
King Daqian looked at him calmly: "Are you afraid?"
The messenger's face turned red and he gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, I am not afraid of death!"
Di Lin said: "Then what are you afraid of?"
The messenger said: "The other party is a practitioner."
Di Lin smiled and said: "You are not even afraid of death, so are you afraid that he is a practitioner? Practitioners are also human beings, and they will all die if they are human beings."
The messenger was stunned for a moment, then figured it out immediately, and said happily: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for reminding me, I'm not afraid anymore!"
Di Lin nodded: "Go back and tell the Grand Marshal that the life and death of the Daqian Dynasty is in his hands."
"Yes!" The messenger immediately felt that he had a heavy responsibility and answered forcefully.
After the messengers left, King Zhenbei looked at Emperor Lin and asked softly: "Your Majesty, do you want to go to the outer city to have a look?"
Di Lin shook his head and said: "If I don't go, it will save them the trouble of taking care of me. I believe in Lao Liu."
Lao Liu was the military marshal of the Daqian Dynasty.
The outer city of the royal palace of the Daqian Dynasty.
Lao Liu, dressed in silver armor, stood at the top of the city and looked into the distance.
There, dozens of powerful men from the cultivation world were slowly flying over.
On the ground, thousands of practitioners were like locusts, flying towards the imperial city in disorder.
Although their footsteps made no sound, their momentum was like thousands of horses galloping, shaking the world.
In front of the moat, 10,000 Black Armor soldiers wearing heavy armor stood with swords and halberds, their sharp sword blades emitting a sharp cold light.
These sergeants are not ordinary people, most of them are low-level warriors or horizontally trained warriors.
Even though the most powerful people cannot enter the Transformation Realm, they can exert great power when combined with the army's battle formation.
Dozens of strong men stopped in mid-air, staring at the city wall below.
Among them, three people are taking the lead, and they are the heads of the three major families.
Xu Hong frowned slightly: "It seems that the Daqian Dynasty has been prepared for a long time, and the news has leaked."
Lin Jingxiao laughed darkly: "It's not surprising, the Daqian Dynasty has been secretly accumulating strength in recent years, just to deal with us."
"Every move we make should be under their surveillance."
Shangguan Wenhua sneered: "Humph, so what? Even if we give them a challenge in advance and make them fully prepared, can they still defeat us?"
"It's just a fight between trapped beasts."
Xu Hong said: "You two, don't underestimate the enemy. Our Daqian King is not simple. Since he has been prepared for it, we must be careful."
Shangguan Wenhua said disapprovingly: "Let the disciples rush in first and find out their true and false intentions."
"Okay." Xu Hong nodded.
Shangguan Wenhua looked at the army of practitioners who were about to rush over and shouted to them: "Come over and let these country bumpkins see the power of practitioners!"
His voice was mixed with powerful Qi, like rolling thunder, resounding in all directions.
The people in the city, without any need to explain, hid in their houses one after another.
Some of the bold ones ran near the outer city and even climbed to the top of the city to watch the battle.
From this scene alone, it can be seen that the folk customs of the Daqian Dynasty are far more sturdy than those of the Dali Kingdom.
Among the army of monks, a handsome and unruly young man dressed in white rushed to the front.
Hearing Shangguan Wenhua's message, he looked at the Xuanjia army waiting in front of the moat, smiled evilly, and said with contempt: "It's really ridiculous. Does King Daqian want to use these scraps of copper and iron to stop us?"
The monks who rushed behind him laughed and said: "They don't think they can stop us with these garbage, they are too naive!"
"Over the years, the Daqian Dynasty has always wanted to interfere with the affairs of our spiritual world and punish crimes according to Daqian law. Today we let him understand that his set of things that restrain mortals are also worthy of restraining us?"
"Come on, kill all these big soldiers!"
The monks were as excited as wolves after seeing a herd of sheep, fearing that they would run too slowly and not have any meat to eat.
Facing the roaring army of monks, the 10,000 Xuanjia army remained motionless. They were waiting for the Lord's military orders.
On the top of the city, Lao Liu estimated the range of the armor-piercing slaves. When the army of monks entered the shooting range, a bloodthirsty sneer appeared on the corner of Lao Liu's mouth: "Humph, it's you who are so naive!"
"Prepare, release!"
boom!
Three thousand armor-breaking slaves made a uniform sound of breaking strings, and the whole city trembled, frightening the people of the three major families.
However, when they saw the rain of arrows shot from the top of the city, they couldn't help laughing.
Shangguan Wenhua looked mocking: "I thought there was some big killing weapon, but it turned out to be a bow and arrow. I think King Daqian is old and confused. Doesn't he know that bows and arrows can't even hurt a practitioner's hair!"
