Chapter 1194: Martial Dao oppression, soldiers are approaching Luoxia
In Luoxia City, the afterglow of dusk hangs in the sky, illuminating the sky...51o.
The afterglow quietly envelopes this thousand-year-old city, and the prosperous scene is just like Huanghang yesterday
In the desolate Luoxia City, tens of thousands of well-equipped soldiers shuttled through the streets and alleys, and the killing intent blew in their faces with the wind.
The whole city was dead silent except for the sound of footsteps. On top of the majestic high city, hundreds of thousands of troops stood neatly on it.
Looking up from the sky, Luoxia City looks like a lonely boat in the sea.
Thousands of feet away from Luoxia City, the Sword Mountain and Sword Forest surged like an undulating dense forest, with fluttering battle flags swaying in the wind.
Millions of troops gathered in Luoxia City, and Luoxia City was always covered by these millions of troops.
With majestic momentum, millions of troops surged into the sky above Luoxia City like a tide. The clouds and mist shattered, and there was no more cloud in the sky above Luoxia City.
This general trend is like a mountain, pressing down on the hearts of the emperor Feng.
The faces of the hundreds of thousands of sergeants were solemn, especially the four waves of majestic pressure surging from the other side's camp, which destroyed the remaining hope in the hearts of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
Generals die in hundreds of battles, and death on the battlefield is always the fate of soldiers.
Home is behind you. As a soldier, you can only die on the front line and never retreat.
— Wearing a green shirt, Ye Wushuang led hundreds of officials to the city tower, looking solemnly at the undulating military camp in the distance.
The civil servants who came with Ye Wushuang all had pale faces. Under the iron hoof of millions of troops, how could Luoxia City be saved?
With a slight sigh, Ye Wushuang suppressed the helplessness in his eyes and replaced it with endless fighting spirit. At such a desperate moment, as the coach, once he despaired, his own momentum would be greatly reduced.
Holding the feather fan in hand, Ye Wushuang said calmly: "Act according to the later combat method!"
"Promise!" Several officials standing behind Ye Wushuang agreed loudly and turned around to leave.
After waving the officials to leave, Ye Wushuang walked on the city tower, commanding the soldiers on the scene, setting up sword formations and setting up watermarked crossbows.
Plop! There was a sound, and a veteran fell to the ground, with blood oozing from his eyes. In the previous battle, the surging sword energy had already destroyed his pupils.
For several days, even though he lost his eyes, he was still stationed on the tower.
Ignoring the bloodstains on the veteran's body, Ye Wushuang leaned down, gently hugged the veteran's body, and held down the veteran's body with his right hand. His true energy surged out wildly. However, the vitality in the watermark of the veteran's body still flew away.
The old soldier has lost his eyes. He doesn't know that the person hugging him at this moment is Ye Wushuang, the majestic prime minister of the Huangfeng Empire.
"Brother, do you think our Huangfeng Congress will fight?" the veteran said weakly.
"We will win. Our army will be invincible!" Ye Wushuang said gently. Even though he knew that the veteran could not hold on for long, the energy in his palms still surged wildly.
"With the Prime Minister here, our army will be invincible!" The veteran seemed to be infected by Ye Wushuang's tone. He reached into his robe, took out an amulet, and said with a smile: "My mother-in-law asked for the amulet for me.
, I just said this bullshit amulet doesn’t work.”
"I joined the army ten years ago, fought for ten years, and went through hundreds of battles, but I didn't even bring an amulet with me. In this battle, that woman asked me to bring it. Haha, I think this amulet is a bad luck charm. If I don't wear it, I will die!"
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"Brother, what time is it now? I'm sorry. In that battle a few days ago, my eyes were unfortunately stabbed by sword energy. Hey, I came to guard the city gate without telling the general!" The veteran coughed and his face turned pale.
After ten years of fighting, Ye Wushuang looked at the veteran who was almost the same age as himself. Ten years ago, he was just a teenager and joined the army.
Raising his head, Ye Wushuang looked at the afterglow of dusk and said with a slight smile: "The dawn before dawn."
"Dawn, our army will also usher in the dawn." The veteran laughed and stuffed the amulet in his hand into Ye Wushuang's arms. The blood on his hand was all over Ye Wushuang's body.
Holding his big calloused hand, Ye Wushuang took the amulet from the veteran's hand.
"Brother, I have taken away the bad luck in this amulet. This amulet will definitely protect you!" "Hey, buddy, if you are lucky enough to survive, can you go to Xiuyu Road and Dongzhuang Street to find Cuijuan?
My daughter, please advise her to get married while she is young, instead of waiting for a dead man like me!" The veteran's tone became weaker and weaker, until finally, his breath completely stopped.
There was no life left at all, and it turned into a cold corpse.
Looking at the blood-stained amulet in his hand, Ye Wushuang sighed slightly, stood up and told the soldiers around him, "A generous burial!"
"No!" The two soldiers lifted up the veteran's body, retreated from the city tower, and walked toward the huge watermark field behind the city tower, where countless tombstones stood, forming a forest of tombstones.
Turning around, Ye Wushuang looked at the rows of tombstones in the distance and sighed slightly. After ten years of fighting, although the Huangfeng Kingdom had become the fourth empire of the Martial God Continent, how many lives of soldiers had been sacrificed in this process.
"A general will die in a hundred battles. This is the fate of a soldier!" A gentle voice sounded next to Ye Wushuang's ears. Ye Wen floated over and looked at the forest of tombstones.
"If in an era when swords were turned into plowshares, no one would know their names and their deeds would be immortal. Unfortunately, these are troubled times!"
"All we can give them is a tombstone, even a tombstone without a name." Ye Wushuang murmured.
Hearing this, Ye Wen sighed slightly. Over the years, many strong men have emerged in the Huangfeng Kingdom, but most of them died in battle. The glory of the Huangfeng Kingdom today was earned by those people.
Turning around, Ye Wushuang looked at the dense war flags in the distance and whispered: "Old Patriarch, with your current strength, you are enough to escape in the melee. Haha, if there is a chance, Old Patriarch, you must promise me to escape first and don't worry about it.
I'll wait!"
"Although the younger generations of the family have moved out, the family still needs someone to lead. Now that the head of the family has returned, you, the old head of the family, are a good candidate." Ye Wushuang said softly.
Hearing this, Ye Wen didn't even turn his head, and said calmly: "With all our plans, it's not just me who can leave safely, you can leave too."
In the past few years, Ye Wen has seen Ye Wushuang's methods, strategizing and planning to win the battle of thousands of miles, and conquering all countries, and winning every battle.
"I can't do this. Martial arts are oppressive. Millions of enemy troops are approaching the city. Many soldiers have not abandoned the empire and are defending the city. Because of their belonging to the empire and their trust in me, they are defending here!"
"Perhaps this battle is doomed to fail from the beginning, but I cannot abandon many soldiers, because I am the prime minister of the empire and I want to live and die with them." Ye Wushuang said lightly, but his gentle and elegant face revealed a sense of determination and Ning.
Hearing this, Ye Wen turned around, faced the wind, stood on the edge of the city tower, and said lightly: "As the prime minister of the country, you cannot leave the country. As the old head of the Ye family, I
How can you abandon your family brother?"
"Trampling on the soil of my empire and massacring the people of my empire, the soldiers are determined to die on the battlefield, how can we retreat?" A deep voice sounded in the sky, and an old figure roared out.
Then, it was Ye Leng.
His face changed slightly, and Ye Wushuang looked at Ye Leng helplessly. A few months ago, he arranged for Ye Leng to escort the family's descendants, female relatives, and Lan Gu and others to the base where the secret guards were located. Unexpectedly, at such a critical moment,
At that moment, Ye Leng came back again.
The old and disrespectful face was full of absolute absoluteness, Ye Leng's expression was straight, and he said: "Little Wushuang, I have survived the elders. If you let me, Ye Leng, stay away from the battlefield at the last moment, how will future generations think of me?"
"I can't lose my whole life in this battle, absolutely not!" Ye Leng said thoughtfully, paused, and sighed slightly: "Dozens of cities around the imperial capital have been massacred by the enemy!
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"Massacre the city!" Ye Wushuang's expression changed slightly. Tens of days ago, four enemy armies broke through the defense line like a broken bamboo, penetrated deep into the Huangfeng Kingdom, and attacked the city. In just ten days, they swept through dozens of cities and came to the imperial capital.
The reason why the enemy army was able to break through Huangfeng Kingdom's defense line so quickly was because there were four martial arts realms on the enemy side. However, these enemy troops did not stop when they broke through the city. This time, they actually massacred the city.
"Alas!" Ye Wushuang sighed again. He suddenly thought of the enemy's intention to massacre the city.
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