The setting sun shines bright red on the top of the mountain.
In the wilderness outside the city, the cicadas were chirping quietly, with only flags fluttering in the wind. Two thousand soldiers, armed with guns and knives, looked nervously at the city tower. They were all carefully selected soldiers in the army, fighting bravely to kill the enemy.
I'm not afraid, but I heard that just two thousand of them will launch an attack on Gansha, Guazhou, and even Yujian Pass.
Two thousand versus fifty thousand...it's simply life-threatening.
On the tower.
Li Anfu sat on the chair, holding on to Guangwei as the main general, which was already the maximum limit. When the reinforcements arrived, whether he could regain the lost ground or not, he would still have a lot of credit.
At this time, when I think back to agreeing to the two Taoist priests' request this afternoon, I feel a little regretful.
If the retrieval of the lost territory fails, the Juqi people will definitely sweep in again, and this Guangwei will definitely not be able to hold on. The credit that is paid to you may turn into a great achievement, the loss of troops and generals, and the ability to live in peace in old age are all due to the good deeds of the ancestors.
'I shouldn't have agreed so easily.'
Li Anfu clasped his fingers on the armrest and glanced at Yun He, Taoist Priest of the Tianshi Mansion who was sitting next to him. Just as he was about to speak, the sound of horse hooves came from below. A captain in his army was sitting on horseback with a majestic look in his eyes.
Unspeakable power.
The general couldn't help but frown and hissed, 'When did this small school under my command have such power?'
On the side, Yun He saw what he was thinking, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "General Li, don't worry, this captain is no longer what he used to be. However, Taoist friend Chen has invited a god to help him."
"Then...then I'll take a look."
To be honest, Li Anfu was worried after all. When he looked at the wilderness below the city, the knight leading the soldiers rode directly to the mound that served as the general's platform.
"Throw down all the flags. All soldiers will only bring two days of rations, and no weapons such as spears. Travel lightly and simply!"
There seemed to be a flash of light in the captain's eyes. He looked at the flags with the word "Jin" hesitantly dropped by the soldiers, and then he spoke with satisfaction.
"There are some things I must say. They may not sound good, but you still have to listen to them... The barbarians entered the pass and were defeated and lost ground. It is a shame for all the soldiers in our army. Every inch of land is watered by the blood of our predecessors.
Now that it has been taken away by barbarians, your face will look brighter!"
The wind blew across the faces. Looking at the figure riding a horse on the mound, someone whispered to the person next to him: 'I know this person, he is...'
But the soldier next to him ignored him, holding the scabbard tightly, and his breathing became rapid.
The figure on the horse's voice now became louder.
"...the barbarians came, and they took away the land, the city, and our people from our hands. Your parents may be among them, and your brothers and sisters may also be among them. Their heads were chopped off by these barbarians and stuck on wooden stakes.
Would you feel heartache if your wife and daughter were raped by barbarians? But what about heartache? Only by taking back what was lost and inserting the heads of these barbarians back into their land is what a man should do.
!”
In the dim sunlight, there were silhouettes of people. The soldiers on the tower looked silently at the figures on the mound. Even the soldiers patrolling in the distance rushed over and looked down.
The wind and clouds were turbulent, but the powerful sound continued.
"...I heard that the barbarians are as ferocious as ferocious beasts, but today I want to tell you that no matter how ferocious the beasts are, they will one day become prey!"
On the horseback, the shadowy figure behind the captain drew out his long bronze sword and pointed at the sun in the west. At the same time, the captain also drew out his saber, reflecting the cold afterglow of the setting sun.
"Now let's show those ferocious prey whether our swords are sharp, whether our minions can tear them apart, set their tents on fire, and make them homeless! Let them see who is the best in this world.
The most ferocious group of people!”
The bright skylight shone on the blade of the blade, reflecting a dazzling light. It cut down in everyone's sight. The captain opened his mouth, and the shadow behind him also opened his mouth while looking at the sunset, and a high-pitched voice resounded.
"Everyone, the time has come to honor our ancestors!"
"wind--"
The two thousand soldiers stretching out in front hesitated for a moment, and then a voice shouted in a monotonous tone: "Wind!"
next moment.
More soldiers screamed, clapping their scabbards, clenching their fists and raising them above their heads, roaring hysterically. In the vast wilderness, the soldiers in other camps and the soldiers on the tower seemed to be infected at this moment, with huge roars.
The sound swept this world.
"wind!"
"wind!"
On the mound, the captain rushed down with a wave of horse heads, raised his blade high and ran in front of the soldiers, shouting: "Come with me, after tonight, you and I will go together, and you and I will return together!"
Two thousand soldiers mounted their horses in unison, making a uniform sound of "wow", and their horses galloped one after another.
On the tower, Li Anfu also stood up excitedly and pressed against the wall. He had the urge to go together. Fortunately, he was persuaded by the guards beside him and gave up the idea.
He turned around and asked Yunhe: "Taoist Master, who is that possessed god? Can you invite him to the army often?!"
"This... I don't even know. I only heard from fellow Taoist Chen that he seemed to be called Wu Anjun Bai Qi."
This is the truth. Yun He thought hard and looked through the books, but he couldn't find this name.
…
The sunset cast its last rays of light.
The sky is gradually sinking, and the night is sweeping away to the north of Guangwei, stepping into the boundary of Gansha. The sky has not yet fallen. In the red glow, there are stretching camps, and white dome tents are rising and falling in the wind and sand.
"ah!!"
A shrill scream of a woman came from a large tent in the camp. The graceful woman was sitting naked on the blanket, frowning, gritting her teeth and groaning in pain.
White air was rising from the top of her head, and the wound on the broken arm was healing visibly, but it was a pity that the arm could not grow back.
Behind the woman, a man with disheveled hair and a white band on his forehead was spreading his fingers. A bright yellow bead floated, illuminating wisps of smoke-like light and treating her. The bead looked like the pupils of some kind of beast, going back and forth.
Turning around, showing the slightest hint of evil.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After a while, the white air died. Gulanduo slowly opened his eyes and looked down from his fair shoulders. The place where the breath was cut off was empty, as if he was crazy.
He beat the blanket with his other hand and cried out in pain.
The man over there collected the Dharma beads and put a traditional long-sleeved robe on her, "Gulanduo, you won't lose your arm easily. I will make those Han people suffer even more misery than you."
s damage."
They were both disciples of the great priest Posana, and they were also husband and wife. No matter what, he would definitely get back this grudge for his wife.
"We still have a lot of troops! As long as we bulldoze this place, capture the Han's Xijing, and find that cave, everything that the Han has will be ours, and Gulanduo can wear beautiful silks and live in a noble palace!"
He is one of the most proud disciples of the High Priest. The magic he has practiced has made his body contain terrifying power. It is difficult to be hurt by swords, and even the spells of the Han people may not be able to hurt him.
This is how he dares to say this!
After comforting his wife a few words and letting her fall asleep peacefully, the man walked out of the tent with his strong upper body naked and said, "Let Commander Saatuk come over and see me!"
As he said this, he looked at the starry night sky, which was like a silver band across the sky. What he didn't know was that in the distance to the south, horses' hooves were trampling on the mud and the decaying grass was flying across.
On the nearby hills, Chen Yuan, Zhenhai, and Yunlong were lined up one by one, looking at the Poshina military camp with bonfires stretching out in the distance.
The mountain breeze blew, stroking the gray beard and hair, and the old Taoist asked softly: "When will the man of god launch a night attack?"
"Jun Wu An... I don't know!" Chen Yuan pinched the yellow talisman and pressed it on the table, "Let's cause chaos first and draw the main force over, and we'll rely on him to take care of the rest."
On the right side of Chen Yuan, there is a figure shaped like a diamond, the monk's robes are fluttering in the wind. Zhenhai looks at the barbarian camp in the distance, closes his eyes and joins his palms in bow.
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
The name of the Buddha spreads like a tide.
The next moment, one by one, the figures of monks fell to the ground, shooting into the darkness ahead like cannonballs.
…
Chen Yuan pressed the talisman and looked in the direction where the figure disappeared.
"It's my turn to perform!"
With a touch of his palm, several talismans filled with imperial inscriptions were unfolded side by side. The moment he pinched his fingers, the incense candle spontaneously ignited.
"Get up the altar!"
The wind is blowing!
The moonlight shines on his figure and casts a shadow on the ground, splitting into two, four, eight... more and more, sticking to the ground, mountains, forests, and rocks quickly spreading towards the military camp.