He looked down, and the thought that came to his mind was exactly the same as that of He Chunhua:
How did this kid get here?
However, this strange bird has limited strength after all, and it barely managed to fly on a rainy day, and its wings were wet. It carried two men while flying, and it could barely hold on through gritted teeth; now it airborne a strong and powerful man, how could it bear it?
Wow?
Although it flapped its wings crazily, it still fell crookedly towards the flood water.
Dong Rui was so scared that he lost his mind, but the two of them shrank under the bird's belly. He couldn't attack, so he could only shout helplessly: "Let go, you guys let go!"
Why is he so unlucky every time he meets this father and son?
Injustice!
He Lingchuan's voice came from under the bird's belly and was clearly heard: "Go back to the land, or we will die together!"
He even used life-saving tricks like Li Daitao Zhan, and what he just stuffed into his father's belt was the Ghost Shadow Cicada. If he fell into the flood again, he would only die.
Dong Rui didn't dare to be stubborn anymore, he broke off the strange bird's head and rushed to the ground, ordering it to fly back.
However, it could not withstand the heavy pressure of the three men. It was getting closer and closer to the land, but it also flew lower and lower. He Lingchuan's feet felt cold, and the water reached his ankles.
Looking around, I see a vast expanse of water. Where are the highlands and riverbanks?
Where is the army?
Only the rolling waves remain.
He Chunhua was shocked and struggled upward subconsciously. He Lingchuan shouted: "Don't move!"
It was a pity that it was too late. The strange bird was already exhausted, so how could it survive its wandering? It screamed loudly and fell into the water helplessly.
The violent water waves were so polite that they rushed over and pushed them down.
It was useless to know how to use water. He Chunhua took several sips of water and could not see anything. While he was panicking, something seemed to have passed through his hand.
The man who fell into the water subconsciously grasped the life-saving straw.
It turned out to be a short tree growing on the edge of the rocky ground, half of its branches were washed away by the flood, and it was swaying wildly.
Fortunately, its root system is quite strong, so it seems that it will have no problem supporting a He Chunhua.
He was holding his son's trousers with one hand.
Looking further up, Dong Rui is holding the strange bird, and one of the strange bird's claws has hooked He Lingchuan, and the three are entangled.
"Chuan'er, catch...catch me..." He Chunhua wanted to say "grab my hand," but He Lingchuan was hit by the powerful current and couldn't even bend his waist.
The weight of three people and one bird, coupled with the huge momentum of the water flow, now all fell on He Chunhua.
Even though he still had some cultivation, he couldn't hold on for more than two seconds before he felt his arms were about to burst and he could hardly hold on.
To make matters worse, the dwarf tree also began to loosen.
He Lingchuan raised his arm, aimed at the trunk of the short tree and shot a sleeve arrow, intending to pull it back along the rope.
Unexpectedly, a big wave hit him by chance, and the ferocious force directly missed the sleeve arrow.
"..." How can you memorize it like this?
The trouble is, the hook rope and sleeve arrow are combined into one, and he can't shoot the second shot!
The Yuan people on the shore finally discovered what was going on here, and Wu Shaoyi ran over in big strides, shouting: "Rope, bring the rope!"
It's a pity it's too late.
Another wave came, and it actually carried a wild bull, and its huge body hit Dong Rui directly.
The force instantly blinded him.
These wild bulls have not escaped the claws of the flood. No matter how capable they are of swimming in water, they have no choice but to wait for death at this time.
With a "hiss" sound, He Lingchuan's trouser legs broke.
The flood instantly swept two people, a bird, and a cow four to five feet away, leaving He Chunhua with only a rag in his hand.
"Chuan'er..." He Chunhua couldn't believe it.
The kite man on the shore threw a rope, pulled up the branches of the short tree, and finally rescued He Chunhua.
At this time, a drifting zone composed of endless branches, stones, and sand rolled down from the upstream and swept past the place where He Chunhua had just stopped.
Only an old saying can describe that mighty stance:
The endless falling trees rustled.
No one can survive such an indiscriminate attack, no one.
And only a few breaths away, He Chunhua was dead.
He stood on the shore, like a drowned rat, with water dripping all over his body, but his heart was empty.
My son is gone.
And there were rapid whistles and shouts all around -
This battle is not over yet!
Seeing that his face was pale and his eyes were dull, Wu Shaoyi could only console him: "My lord, my condolences! It's time for us to retreat!"
If you fall into such a flood, no one can survive unless you are a Daluo Jinxian, right?
What kind of heaven-reaching magic was used to create this "water-flooded kite army" tribute to the year?
However, the New Year's Praise at this time is also painful, and I know it:
This flood...can't stop it!
Seeing that the Yuan army was all drowned, and his goal had been achieved, he wanted to tie up the bottle and collect the water.
However, after pinching and pinching the magic formula to close the bottle, the water in the bottle showed no sign of stopping at all and was still flowing violently!
And it was always frantically absorbing his real power and energy, as greedy as a giant elephant that hadn't drank water for three days.
"Damn it, collect it quickly, collect it, collect it!"
Bottle didn't listen to him.
Only then did he remember Hong Chenglue’s original reminder:
Although the Green Vase is just a high imitation of the ancient Yunshui Vase, it has a great temper and is not inferior to the original.
But Nian Zanli thought that having a bad temper meant being arrogant, so this thing sucked up the energy and spirit without showing any signs of betrayal. If he hadn't been practicing for many years and had great strength, he would probably not be sucked into a light-hearted person right now.
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However, only now did he understand what Hong Chenglue said. If a mortal wants to control this bottle, he can't send and receive it according to his heart!
In desperation, he had no choice but to point the mouth of the green bottle at the main road of Han River.
However, the water in the Han River has surged after a period of low tide. Now adding the water in the green bottle, it is a double flood configuration, which will directly stack the next two waves of flood peaks.
Especially the first flood peak, the wave was a full four feet (13 meters) high!
By this time, the south bank of the Han River was already overflowing with water. The flood had found a smooth path here. When it came here, it poured southward with all its strength, not caring about life at all, and swept away everything that could be carried away.
Nian Zanli watched helplessly as the earth bank was directly destroyed by the four-foot-high flood peak. The soldiers who had just escaped death and climbed up here, whether they were Xunzhou people or Yuan soldiers, were swept into the water at the same time.
There are countless black spots in the turbid water.
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Each black dot also represents fleeting life.
Because the waves were rolling, these black spots were suppressed under the water...
Moreover, the flood is still eroding the soil bank, and the living people on the bank are not running as fast as the river bank is collapsing!
Watching the New Year's Praise was heart-wrenching.
Those were all his soldiers. The army he had painstakingly built over the years and the generals he had promoted were more than half washed away by the flood in one go.
But he still had to hold on to the bottle tightly and didn't dare to put it down.
He didn't know how many times he had pinched the secret, but his mouth was numb as he recited it, and the bottle suddenly stopped.
No more water.
Nian Praise took two trembling steps back, unable to put his hands down for a moment.
He wanted to give an order, but when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Heartbroken.
The soldiers on the side rushed over to help him: "General, general?!"
He seemed to hear Nian Zanli's words: "Hong Chenglue, you forgetful bastard, you tricked me!"
After repeating this several times, Nian Zanli gasped and said: "Chasing, chasing the Yuan Army, we can't let Zhao Pan escape."
Even if he wins this round, he will win miserably, but actually suffer a huge loss.
In this case, at least the goal of crossing the river must be achieved.
Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered Hong Chenglue's promise when he gave him advice:
Ensure that Xunzhou soldiers can cross the river and get ashore.
Damn it, Mom.
He was already exhausted from controlling the green bottle, but now he was so angry that he fainted.
At this time, the two surviving armies were gathering on the shore. Due to time constraints, Nian Zanli poured out the huge flood before all his men could get ashore. As a result, he could not control the water and even his own troops were flooded.
Both sides suffered heavy casualties.
Although Zhao Pan escaped due to his pursuit of the Xunzhou army, a quick look at the remaining soldiers revealed that only 30% of them were left!
A flood swallowed up nearly 30,000 of his elite soldiers.
Both sides were blowing rallying horns, but Zhao Pan's heart felt like it had sunk to the bottom of the Han River.
He lost.
The northern battlefield of Xiazhou, which lasted for two or three months, ended in his defeat.
He failed to fulfill the king’s mission!
At this time, He Chunhua ran towards him, and the Xiazhou Army behind him had already assembled. Seeing Zhao Pan's dejected look, He Chunhua grabbed him by the collar and shouted: "Cheer up, you haven't lost! This battle is not over yet!"
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Zhao Pan wanted to knock his hand off, but was stunned when he heard this: "What?"
He Chunhua's face was distorted, and he was covered in either water or mud. A lock of hair was still stuck to his nose, and he was no longer as elegant and calm as before.
But the light in his eyes couldn't be said to be weird or crazy.
"General Zhao, you're in trouble!" He Chunhua said to Zhao Pan instead, "Think about your mission, Praise to Beijinian! Look, look at him!"
It was dark and rainy, and the troops were in a panic. Zhao Pan could not see the overall situation clearly just now. Now when he looked in the direction he pointed, there was nothing, only the waves.
Yes, Nian Zan's army had just climbed up to the high ground, but the waves were higher, and the high ground was flooded.
"His people were also flooded, and their situation is not much better than yours!" He Chunhua's face turned red, "What's more, he used such earth-shattering magical powers. Do you think he didn't pay any price? This idiot! That kind of magical power is not worth it at all.
It’s not something that mortals should use!”
How capable he is and how many magical powers he displays.
If you want to leapfrog, there must be a price.
"General Zhao, God will not destroy you and me!"
These few words were like lightning, and they struck Zhao Pan through his head.
Yes, his mission is to defend the enemy from the north. As long as he stops the Xunzhou soldiers from going south, he will have completed his mission.
His own army suffered heavy losses, but how good was the Nian Zanli?
This stupid battle is fought against Dui Zi, the bloody and cruel Dui Zi, but he has not lost yet!
He asked He Chunhua: "Where are your manpower?"
"There are two thousand more, all for you to use!"
"Okay!" Zhao Pan wiped the water off his face and ordered to summon the elite. Eight hundred people were recruited, and then they joined the Xiazhou Army as the backbone, and unexpectedly rushed to attack the remnants of Nian Zanli.
At this time, whoever comes to his senses first will take advantage. Zhao Pan's flags and drums here frightened the Xunzhou soldiers who had just escaped from the water and scattered and collapsed. On the contrary, the Yuan soldiers saw that their force was strong and quickly came to defect.
While chasing along the way, more and more soldiers were picked up.
I don't know what went wrong at Nian Zanli. The army fled westward along the river. The main flags were all dropped, and they looked particularly hasty.
At this time, Hong Chenglue and others had retreated to a safe forest area, overlooking the battle below from a high place.
Wu Qing stood next to him and sighed: "Both sides are not happy."
The outcome of this battle was really unexpected.
Hong Chenglue raised his head and looked to the east, with a smile finally showing on his face: "It seems that I can return to Bejia ahead of schedule."
He held the comb tightly in his hand.
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The volume of "Atsushi" ends here, and the next chapter enters the new chapter "The Demon's Nest".