A game that belonged to the North and the top of Xuanyuan Kingdom came to an end in just two days. Neither Ye Feng nor Mu Tian behind the scenes had ever thought of completing the seven days.
The seven-day limit is just a signal sent by Ye Feng to the outside world.
To the east, the battle along the Gosang River lasted for several hours and finally came to an end when the last Japanese warrior fell.
This battle was actually not easy at all for those on Ye Feng's side.
There are as many as sixteen Ronin samurai from Fuso at the level of King Wu, and among them there are three who are at the peak level of King Wu. One is from Tenjin Mountain, one is a retainer of the Ryoma family, and the last one is a disciple of the sword master Musashi.
When the two sides met, these Fuso Ronin immediately showed their strong desire to kill the enemy. They were ruthless and ruthless and did not hesitate to fight with their lives. Among the three peak martial arts kings, except for one who was able to restrain Lin Chong, the other two were able to
There is a tyrannical existence of one against five.
If it weren't for the large number of people, and if Yu Feiyu hadn't brought people to support him in the end, although the enemy could be completely wiped out in this battle, it would definitely be a miserable victory.
But even so, the Xuanyuan people who died in this battle were still beyond the skills of both hands. King Wu alone lost six people. Zhang Che of Tianyong Pavilion and a King Wu named Zuo Jianqiu died in the battle, which belonged to Cao Yi.
King Wu of the Cao family died in the battle, Su Haomin, the director of the Northern Sui Dynasty who was in charge of the Tiansi, died in the battle. Lin Chong's personal bodyguard and the general Zhang Zhen who came with him to protect the country also died in the battle.
These people never had any regrets until the moment they died in the battle, and their eyes were so generous and decisive from beginning to end, even though they knew that they were actually blocking Ye Feng's gun this time, because they already knew during the battle
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These ronin warriors who were lurking in secret were all coming for Ye Feng.
Ryoma family!
Juggernaut Palace!
God Enlightenment Mountain!
What a ronin warrior, what a bushido spirit. When the bodies of those who died in the battle were transported back one by one, Ye Feng fell into deep silence.
In this battle, these people were obeying their own orders, but the will they showed to kill the enemy had already surpassed their own orders. What kind of feeling was that?
Ye Feng knew that he owed an explanation to those who died in the war.
"Go back to the northern camp!"
After a great battle, fortunately, the three generals under his command, Leng Wuming, Sima Zhantian and Qin He, were all saved, and Xia Lengchan also entered the ranks of top masters.
Everything you say is pretentious!
If they were destined to fight together again in the next life, Ye Feng quickly left the visitors in the imperial capital and embarked on the road to the northern camp.
Victory!
It's just such a victory that makes Ye Feng unable to be happy. This is a power struggle from within the Xuanyuan Kingdom. No matter who dies on both sides, they are all citizens after all.
I would like to ask, what is there to be excited about such a victory?
What made Ye Feng feel even more heartbroken was the betrayal of his close friend Mu Tian. He finally had the answer to why the imperial capital was attacked a few months ago and who was responsible for the betrayal.
Northern camp.
"Xiao Chuanqi, you and I are both commanders of the Northern Army. What qualifications do you have to imprison the three of us?"
The camp of the Third Army was already crowded with people, and the two sides were at war with each other. Xiao Chuanqi led the First, Fourth, and Fifth Army forces to force their way into the camp, surrounding everything in the camp and prohibiting anyone from going out.
This included Guan Bohou, commander of the Third Army, Ouyang, Commander of the Sixth Army, and Zhong Chengmin, Commander of the Eighth Army in the main camp.
Outside the general camp, all the soldiers from the northern border were confronting each other. Most of these people had blank expressions on their faces. Only the close aides of the three legion commanders showed indignation on their faces.
In terms of power, in the northern camp, although Xiao Chuanqi is the chief army commander, he does not have the qualifications to order or even detain any other army commander.
Everyone in the entire northern camp knows that the only one who can truly exercise the sovereignty of rewards and punishments over the eight army commanders is the King of the North.
But will Xiao Chuanqiang be reasonable?
Obviously not. He stood at the camp gate with a sword and said coldly: "I have been ordered by the king to guard the northern camp. Before the northern king returns, anyone who dares to leave the camp without authorization will be punished as a deserter."
"Kill without mercy!"
With one word of killing, the heaven and the earth are in awe.
Guan Bohou's face turned livid when he heard this. He didn't know whether Xiao Chuanqiu had been ordered to do so, but he couldn't lie about his intention to kill the three of them.
"Which of the king's orders is Ye Feng's? Or Zhu Guangbo's?"
"Xiao Chuanqi, we respect you as the commander of the First Army, but if you insist on preventing us from going to rescue him, then don't blame us for being rude."
Compared with Guan Bohou, the commander of the Eighth Army, Zhong Chengmin, was younger and his language was sharper.
"You're welcome. You can leave if you want, as long as you keep your life."
Just say it!
Whether I can walk out of this camp depends on whether my sword answers. Xiao Chuanqi has no intention of giving in.
"Third brother, we can't delay it any longer."
"Yes, third brother, we can't delay it any longer. When Ye Feng comes back, we three brothers will have no chance of escaping."
Obviously, these three army commanders are very aware of Ye Feng's methods and how powerful Ye Feng is. If they don't leave at this time, they are definitely waiting for death.
"You really think I don't want to, but Xiao Chuanqiu is the King of Martial Arts!"
Guan Bohou felt extremely bitter in his heart.
Who the hell wants to be imprisoned here if they can leave? Looking at Xiao Chuanqi's expression, he wished he and others could rush out right now.
"So what about King Wu? Don't forget, this is the northern camp. Brother, just do as I say. If you don't leave, it will be too late."
Zhong Chengmin said again.
Soon, the three people in silence suddenly broke out and shouted together:
"The commander of the first army, Xiao Chuanqi, falsely conveyed the king's orders and wanted to do something against the king. Where are the soldiers from the northern border? Come with us to capture the rebels."
The three voices, each using their internal energy, were extremely loud. Not only the camp of the Third Army, but also the four nearby military camps heard the sound.
Is Xiao Chuanqiang, commander of the First Army, a rebel?
Regardless of whether it was true or not, in the camp of the Third Army, the confidants belonging to the three people shouted repeatedly:
"Kill! Capture Xiao Chuanqi and capture the rebels."
Without any hesitation, these people took action directly.
Truth, what is truth?
As long as you shout the truth of the world hard enough and loudly enough, more and more people will believe you, until the falsehoods become true.
Not to mention, in the few months since Zhu Guangbo arrived, the northern camp had already been divided into two parts, both covertly and overtly.
As a result, those who didn't know what was going on and were hesitating saw the two sides making moves and got involved, no matter who was real or who was fake.
Anyway, there is nothing wrong with helping your own legion commander.
"Guan Bohou, you are doing well."
Seeing the chaos outside, Xiao Chuanqiu was full of evil spirits.
The Northern King Ye Feng did not hesitate to put himself in danger and did not want to drag the northern soldiers in, in order to prevent the situation of fratricide among his former compatriots. However, these three people did not hesitate to let their subordinates kill each other in order to escape for their lives.
"The order from the North King is here!"
"Put down your weapons. Anyone who dares to take action will be killed on the spot."
Xiao Chuanqiu rushed out instantly.
In his hand, there was a completely black black dragon token with only one traditional Chinese character engraved in the center: 北.
In the four realms of Xuanyuan Kingdom, the four kings all have their own exclusive tokens. Seeing the tokens is like seeing the king in person. The reason why Zhu Guangbo has not been able to convince the public for so long is largely because he lacks the northern token.
The Northern Territory Token had been handed over to Xiao Chuanqi by Ye Feng a long time ago in order to prevent this scene from happening.
A royal decree is unique in the world and no one dares to imitate it.
Seeing Xiao Chuanqi holding the Northern King's Order high, the soldiers who took action looked stunned, and then dropped their weapons on the ground one by one.
Of course, some discarded them, and some refused to surrender. Facing these people, Xiao Chuanqi's eyes were immediately stunned, and for a moment, sword lights appeared in all directions.
Xiao Chuanqi didn't move, only the small sword intention moved.
Can you escape?
Seeing the three people fleeing in opposite directions, Xiao Chuanqi also stopped killing. He took back his token and turned around to chase the three people.
"Damn it, those people aren't moving."
In less than two minutes, Xiao Chuanqiu raised his sword and chased in front of the three army commanders. At this time, the three of them still failed to escape from the northern camp.
Move, how dare you move!
Faced with Xiao Chuanqi's killing swordsmanship, the three confidants were already frightened and were so frightened that they softened their hands. Not to mention that the generals had already fled, so why fight?
"Xiao Chuanqi, what are you going to do? Don't forget your identity. You are just a legion commander."
Seeing Xiao Chuanqi draw his sword, the three of them immediately panicked.
"You have forgotten what I took just now. I hold the king's order in my hand and can kill it first and then play it."
"In the next life, remember not to be a traitor. Remember that you have made great contributions to the North, and I will not make you feel pain."
As his hands shook, three sword flowers floated towards the heads of the three people.
Boom! One by one
The three legion commanders were all hit by swords and fell down almost at the same time.
"Way to go!"
Xiao Chuanqiu put his sword into its sheath and silently closed his eyelids for the three of them.
I remember that at the beginning, the commanders of the Eighth Army drank and sang together; they also fought hard together to kill the enemy invaders; and they even made a secret oath that they would rather die in battle than others.
However, the brothers turned against each other. Whose fault is it?
"Shangguan Fenghua, who are you?"
A figure slowly arrived. It was the elderly commander of the Seventh Army.
"I know what you mean, but I have never belonged to anyone. I am just a real soldier in the north. Who wins and who loses in this kind of competition is actually not important to me."
"In addition, I am now the one who comes to see them off."
Shangguan Fenghua took off his military cap, looked deeply at the three regiment commanders lying on the ground, then bent down, and when he got up, tears were streaming down his face.
Ye Feng won, and the three army commanders who betrayed him were going to die.
Similarly, if Zhu Guangbo wins, even if he does not kill Xiao Chuanqi because of his talent, Sima Zhantian and Tan He will still die.
The palms and backs of my hands are the same as before.
I just regret why I was born in the north and never forget my original intention. My heart aches.
