Chapter 172: After the military front, there are thousands of lights
It seemed that starting from this moment, Tao Fengming revealed something that had been in his heart for a long time.
And these things can even be said to be the secrets of the imperial court.
"The thing that I have been planning for thirty years finally had a dawn, but something unexpected happened."
"One day when I came back from abroad, the Eastern Border Army had changed its blood. The tragedy of Gao Xianzhi happened again. Ten thousand Juren Mo Dao soldiers entered the camp to massacre the so-called military party. One thousand of my generals were beheaded for the crime of being possessed by demons.
on the spot."
"On that day, blood flowed like a river, and the voice of dissatisfaction could not be heard."
"After that, the Eastern Border Army will no longer have a place for me to stand."
Tao Fengming said this, and at this moment Song Mu also remembered a record he had seen in history books.
"In the 33rd year of the return of the text, there was a great change in the eastern Xinjiang. The sea monsters invaded from thousands of miles away, and the people were in dire straits. Prince Li Ao personally led the attack, dismissed hundreds of officers from their positions, and beheaded the treacherous ministers of the military party."
"At that time, heads were rolling, demons retreated, and then the world rested."
Song Mu thought of this and looked at Tao Fengming in front of him with great shock.
Could it be that his teacher had such a quarrel with the emperor?
Tao Fengming slowly turned around, looked at Song Mu with a calm expression, and said.
"Jing Zhao, do you still remember what I want you to do within twenty years?"
Song Mu raised his head, nodded silently, and Tao Fengming said lightly.
"Within twenty years, I will disappear into thin air. Now the world has abandoned me, but I still don't want to abandon the world."
"There is a bead in the Western Border that has mysterious uses, but it is deep inside the territory of the demon clan. I heard that it is carried by a yak in the demon saint realm."
"This pearl is called Jie Ze Bizhu. It can travel thousands of miles. If you find it, go and negotiate with the Dragon King of the East China Sea."
"When we can protect the human race's sea territory, we can expand it thousands more miles."
Song Mu's eyes suddenly widened.
Tao Fengming's words are always light and airy, but when they are put into a sentence, they are enough to make people feel trembling.
What Tao Fengming wants to do is to contact the two demon saints, and in this way, he can actually allow the human race to expand thousands of miles?
Song Mu couldn't imagine it, but at this moment he didn't know how to refute it.
Tao Fengming, on the other hand, continued to answer Song Mu's questions.
"What I did back then was that there were constant wars between Western and Southern Xinjiang. The root cause was not at the hands of those barbarians, but at the hands of those sea monsters."
"They are trying to unify the demon race, form an encirclement on our human race, and then encroach on it step by step."
Song Mu was stunned. If Tao Fengming didn't tell him this kind of news, he might not be able to know it even if he lived for a hundred years.
"But they are not compatible. Both the Western Border Demon Saint and the East China Sea Demon Saint want to seize the status of unifying the demon world."
"Both sides have ambitions, so cooperation is naturally impossible."
"If what I did back then could have been accomplished, then the demon of the East China Sea would have retreated, and we would have expanded our territory thousands of miles away, but the mediation time would have been even longer."
"But the plan has now been cut in half. The human race still treats the southern and western territories as forbidden areas, sending troops to fight day and night. Seeing that the demon saint of the western territory has suffered a great loss, the demon saint of the eastern territory took advantage of the opportunity to add fuel to the fire."
When Tao Fengming said this, his expression became a little anxious. Song Muqiang walked over with his weak body, but Tao Fengming let out a long sigh.
Now I seem to have figured it out and no longer feel bad about it.
"Jingzhao, what I want you to do is just a matter of weighing the pros and cons. When the stars set, the suffering of the human race will begin. The world is surrounded by crises. There is no more building to build, and no place to shelter the people."
"You have to remember that scholars in the world do not care about anything, they only care about the common people!"
Song Mu looked solemn at this moment and nodded in response.
"Teacher, don't worry, students remember, you will never let down the teacher's expectations!"
Tao Fengming nodded, coughed violently a few times, and seemed to have finally recovered from it. At this moment, he looked up at the distant sky.
The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be a little thicker, and at the same time, there seemed to be muffled sounds coming from the sky and the earth.
Song Mu also looked over, and Tao Fengming said to Song Mu immediately.
"Don't you want to see what war is?"
Tao Fengming said this, immediately put a hand on Song Mu's body, and then said softly.
"Close your eyes and follow me."
After hearing this, Song Mu looked confused, but he closed his eyes at the same moment. The next moment, a light seemed to suddenly light up in the darkness, and the power of thoughts in Song Mu's mind began to surge, but it did not stimulate outside.
Song Mu was extremely surprised, but soon he saw that there seemed to be a shadow forming in the bright light.
The power of thought actually gathered into pictures in his mind.
When Song Mu saw this scene, he felt extremely at ease. He had never thought that telepathy could be used in such a way.
The thought power in my mind was still fluctuating, and the picture gradually changed and became clearer.
Song Mu saw thousands of miles of fertile wilderness, saw the winding river, and saw the majestic city standing on the horizon.
At this moment, the world seemed to have suddenly lost its luster. Song Mu thought about raising his head and actually saw the top.
All he could see above him was an endless black cloud.
Thick black clouds were covering half of the sky at the moment. Under the cover of the black clouds, there seemed to be monsters surging inside, making the ground extremely dark.
On the ground, the rapidly moving perspective slowly slowed down, and the next moment a ray of light flashed in front of Song Mu.
Song Mu hurriedly avoided it, only to feel the thing flash past him with fiery power. The next moment he turned his head, he suddenly heard a whistling scream.
The sound was harsh and dense. Song Mu quickly turned his head, only to see many bright spots suddenly appearing in the sky.
Countless bright spots came quickly. Song Mu was shocked at the moment, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened.
Those are countless arrows.
With shining and sharp iron arrows!
They were densely packed, like swarms of bees appearing in the sky. The swarms swarmed down, and Song Mu couldn't avoid them.
But the next moment, these arrows passed through the place where Song Mu was and shot towards the ground on the other side.
It was a mountain forest. The tall trees had disappeared, leaving tree stumps and branches everywhere, and the ground had turned into a piece of scorched earth.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Countless monsters rushed forward among them. Arrows came rapidly in the sky, causing bursts of sharp whistling. Various strange monsters roared and fell over one after another.
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Arrows fell like raindrops, instantly killing monsters everywhere.
But further away, under the falling black clouds, there seemed to be endless monsters pouring out. They rushed forward one after another, roaring forward.
At that time, a melodious horn sound suddenly sounded, drawing Song Mu's vision back again.
At this moment, Song Mu's vision swept towards the direction where the arrow was shot, and he saw countless military formations slowly moving forward on the loess land under the majestic city.
Under the cover of black clouds, their cold gray armors still shone brightly. They held spears in their hands, swords and shields, and stepped forward in the phalanx, little by little.
Around the phalanx, there were groups of small teams. At this moment, horizontal boards tens of meters long were opened, and extremely long papers were laid out. A scholar with a crown and sash came forward in armor.
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With firm eyes, they took out the brushes from their waists and put the brushes into the small gourds.
When I took out the brush again, the tip of the brush was already a bright red.
A scholar in armor stepped forward and shouted loudly, and the scholars began to write and write.
The bright red ink beads spread quickly on the pure white paper, and the next moment the paper began to burn with the tip of the pen.
Dozens of scholars wrote at the same time, and the article was completed in an instant, and the power of writing burst out, and the armor of the soldiers in the phalanx marching forward immediately glowed.
The words on the armor seemed to echo it. In an instant, these soldiers were radiating light, and the weapons became even brighter.
The strong wind swept past, bringing with it waves of uniform and majestic praises.
Those soldiers who were wearing strong armor and strong swords cheered and sang loudly amid the rippling atmosphere.
"When you are fighting Wu Ge, you are wearing rhinoceros armor, and when your chariot is on the wrong side, you are fighting in close combat."
"When the flag is shining, the enemy is like a cloud; when the arrow is falling, the soldiers are vying for the lead."
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What they sang was Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs of National War"
They faced death and sang war songs.
Those scholars also unfolded the paper again and continued to write bright red ink.
The sky is divided into blue and dark, and the ground is torn apart by loess and scorched earth.
Two waves moved forward, and the sound of killing shook the sky.
Song Mu saw a soldier of similar age to himself, walking in front with a shield raised, his eyes full of determination, and his face filled with ferocious anger.
He is just an ordinary person, wearing armor, but he dares to fight against fierce monsters.
The two waves met instantly, and blood intertwined, forming a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Song Mu couldn't bear to watch anymore, but there was another shock between heaven and earth.
Many big demons are coming towards Nanwu City. Their demonic energy is stirring, and the streaks of light and fireballs are coming towards Nanwu City.
Countless literati in the army lit up with brilliance, and their poems instantly shone, turning into boundless attacks, tearing apart the attacks of these monsters.
There is even a hundred-foot monster that looks up to the sky and roars, rolling towards us.
Immediately, red armor sprang out from among the human race. The same sound was as loud as thunder, and the power of writing was washed away, forming a series of phantoms, holding swords and coming up.
The outer radius of Nanwucheng, which is dozens of miles away, is a battlefield filled with blood and rivers.
Life is no longer precious here, but everyone continues to move forward.
Song Mu was infected by this atmosphere and burst into tears unconsciously at this moment.
This long-lasting China has sacrificed countless lives and blood in order to gain a glimmer of hope.
When I was feeling complacent about killing a few demons with my literary power, I never thought that in front of that mountain of corpses and sea of blood, there was a flesh-and-blood man raised by the same mother and father...
But he has to fight for his life.
In front of the monstrous enemy, everyone is so insignificant.
But everyone is so great.
"This is war. Throughout the ages, the so-called war used to be just a fight between humans, but here, it is a fight for the survival of the clan."
"Behind the military front, there are thousands of lights."
Tao Fengming's voice came slowly at this moment. Song Mu raised his head, but his eyes were still retracted.
Song Mu only remembered that last moment, when countless soldiers poured out of the city gate.