Soldiers gathered from all directions, a billion men and horses, some suspended from the high school, some standing on the ground, they all looked at Zhang Jun. Finally, several soldiers approaching Zhang Jun knelt down and said, "Please take us in, Lord Marquis."
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"Yes, Lord Marquis, our masters have been killed by the demon army and now have no home. I hope Lord Marquis will take us in. We will do our duty faithfully and fight with all our might!" Another soldier also said.
If there is one, there will be two, and if there are two, there will be ten. One billion soldiers fell to the ground like waves of wheat blown by the wind, and said in unison: "Please take me in, Lord Marquis!"
Zhang Jun glanced at the crowd, and he found that the princes were all standing far away, and the nearest ones were hundreds of miles away. It was obvious that the princes were wary of each other. Except for the Marquis of Beiyuan and the Marquis of Zhongyong, no one was
They came up to say hello and thank you for your hard work. In their opinion, Zhang Jun's victory was due to his own ability and had nothing to do with them or the situation of the battle. This was the normal state of the Daxia army.
Zhang Jun glanced at the soldiers one by one and said in a deep voice: "My sons, I am Zhang Jun, Marquis of Juntian. Emperor Xia has just consecrated me as Marquis of Yun. Since you can trust me, I promise you that I will follow you."
My lord, you have food, drink, money, merit, and you can go home to visit relatives every year."
Zhang Jun's words were more effective than any promise. A billion people shouted like thunder, and the mountains shouted: "Thank you, Lord Marquis!"
The Zhongyong Marquis of Beiyuan Marquis came up, and the Zhongyong Marquis whispered: "Yun Marquis, please immediately count the battlefield, how many demon soldiers were defeated, how many demon soldiers were killed, and then report it to the court as soon as possible, otherwise the military merits may be taken away.
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Zhang Jun raised his eyebrows: "Who dares to take away my military honors?"
Marquis Zhongyong and Marquis Beiyuan looked at each other and both smiled bitterly. Marquis Zhongyong said: "This is normal in the Daxia army. Whoever has power can get more military glory. As for who made the contribution, it doesn't matter.
It’s important. On the Western Front, if you want to avoid being robbed of military glory by others, you have to have 5 billion soldiers and horses."
Zhang Jun nodded and immediately ordered 300,000 seven-kill light armors to be dispatched and asked them to take inventory of the battlefield. Then, he successively brought one billion new soldiers into Juntian's small world. These soldiers would come from more than a dozen forces.
, it takes a little time to integrate and train. As the saying goes, if a soldier is raging, a general will be raging in a nest. They must be trained and trained well to cultivate their spirit, which is the so-called military soul.
Zhang Jun handed over the training of soldiers to Zhang Longxiang in advance. Zhang Longxiang was his captain when he was in the x brigade, a direct descendant of Longhushan, codenamed
It's also suitable for leading troops.
The light armor over there had just finished counting the corpses of the demon army and was about to load them into the truck. Suddenly, a huge battleship flew over from the east. The battleship looked like a super huge magic weapon, one hundred thousand meters long. When it flew over
Above, the entire sky was covered. A huge pressure was released, making everyone's hearts sink.
Zhang Jun frowned, the battleship was obviously from Daxia. Since there were such powerful weapons, why didn't they appear before? At this moment, a door opened under the battleship, and a dozen people fell out of it. The first one was young, and he was still talking.
With yellow hair, he is a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. Although he is a boy, his level is not low, he is actually a person at the level of Dharma Enlightenment!
The young man had an expression of arrogance and arrogance. Behind him were twelve followers, all of whom were masters of the Dharma consciousness level. Seeing these people, Zhang Jun thought to himself: It is said that there are three thousand princes in Daxia, but now
It seems that the number of people in Daxia who have reached the realm of princes far exceeds this number, let alone three thousand, it is possible that it is one hundred thousand!"
The young man's eyes glanced at the battlefield in the distance. He ignored Zhang Jun and a group of other princes at the scene, and loudly ordered the people behind him, saying: "Immediately report to Emperor Xia, and tell me that I will be killed by the 'Demon-Breaking Army'."
The demon army numbered 30 million, destroyed a thousand large tanks, killed one demon king, and finally defeated the demon army's general attack!"
"Yes!" A follower behind the young man immediately took out the brown paper and wrote the memorial very carefully.
The generals behind Zhang Jun were furious. The credit for defeating the demon army this time belongs entirely to Zhang Jun. Those who attacked did not dare to take credit. What do these people do? Zhang Jun narrowed his eyes. Just now, Marquis Zhongyong
When I reminded him, he didn't take it seriously. He didn't expect that someone would dare to snatch his military glory!
There is a saying in the army that stealing someone's military merit is like killing one's parents! Zhang Jun first wrote a memorial calmly and secretly, and then passed it on to Ji Wenxian with a secret method and asked him to write the memorial on his behalf. He knew clearly that if the memorial was written directly
If it is handed over to the court, it is very likely that it will be stopped by someone, and ultimately it will not be delivered to Emperor Xia.
After handing in the memorial to invite credit, Zhang Jun walked up to the young man, smiled slightly, and said, "May I ask who you are?"
The young man didn't even look at Zhang Jun, let alone answer his words. It seemed to him that Zhang Jun, including all the princes present, were not worth mentioning and had no qualifications to talk to him. He continued to ask the followers behind him: "Write
Is it finished?"
The attendant nodded: "Third Young Master, I have finished writing."
The young man nodded and said: "Load the corpses of the demon army into the battleship. This is evidence of merit and must not be lost."
"Snapped!"
The boy suddenly felt a heat on the right side of his face, and was slapped by Zhang Jun in front of him. Zhang Jun was still smiling, as if it was not him at all, but someone else.
The young man was stunned, covering the right side of his face tightly, and the eyes he stared at Zhang Jun gradually changed, becoming sinister, cold, and filled with boundless anger. He asked in a deep voice: "You actually dare to hit me, do you know who I am?
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"Silly boy, I've asked you before, but you don't want to tell me. Can you blame me?" Zhang Jun sighed, "Some people are just mean. If you don't slap them a few times, they won't be happy to talk to you."
The young man roared angrily, pointed his halberd at Zhang Jun and said, "Kill him! Kill him immediately!"
"boom!"
Twelve powerful prince-level men moved at the same time. They drew out a long sword at the same time, and instantly formed a powerful sword array, with Zhang Jun in the center. Zhang Jun laughed and punched without looking.
Go out and defeat Shihui with one force. No matter how exquisite the sword formation is, it can't resist his powerful power. The long swords exploded one after another, and the twelve princes also vomited blood and retreated at the same time.
The young man was shocked. These twelve princes were masters in the Demon-Breaking Army. Everyone had a noble title. How could they be defeated in one move?
Zhang Jun snatched the memorial from the young man's hand, slapped him on the head, and scolded: "You worthless bastard, you can also steal my military honors? Go home and tell your lord, if you want to steal my military honors, just show it."
If you are really capable, don't send a shit-eating kid like you out to be embarrassed."
The young man was slapped by Zhang Jun until he was dizzy and sat down on the ground. He was so ashamed and angry that he screamed: "Wait, my demon-breaking army will not let you go!" After saying that, he led
With twelve followers, he flew onto the battleship and left quickly.
As soon as the people left, Marquis Zhongyong immediately stepped forward and whispered: "Marquis Yun, that young man is the third son of Ling Tianhou! In addition to the royal family, Daxia also has four most powerful private soldiers, all of whom have the title of Tianhou.
.Ling Tianhou is one of them. These four forces are so arrogant that even Da Sima doesn't take them seriously."
Zhang Jun sneered: "I don't care what Ling Tianhou is, if he takes away my military glory, I will beat him to death!"
With an expression of admiration on his face, Marquis Beiyuan gave a thumbs up and said, "I am convinced! Marquis Yun, I will follow you from now on!"
Marquis Zhongyong was not stupid either. He knew that following a ruthless man like Zhang Jun, drinking spicy food would definitely be popular, so he immediately said: "The same goes for my little brother. With the command of Marquis Yun, he will be in the fire and in the water!"
Zhang Jun smiled and said: "That's a lot of trust from the two of you."
On the Western Front battlefield just now, Zhang Jun offended Ling Tianhou, and he had to make some preparations. In the previous battles, he had captured nearly a thousand large combat vehicles, and everything had been handed over to Xiaoqiang. Xiaoqiang was going all out
Melting the chariot and extracting the talisman gold from it. In terms of craftsmanship in making the chariot, Xiaoqiang's level is ten times faster than that of the demon clan.
Naturally, Xiaoqiang will not waste precious things like talisman gold on building tanks. He plans to use these refined talisman gold to create enough seventh-generation light armor. If there is suitable talisman gold, he might be able to build it.
The eighth generation of light armor was released.
Zhang Jun was not idle either. He left only one clone outside, while he went into Juntian's small world to refine the talisman. After the last battle, he found that the talisman was on the battlefield and should be very useful. For example, an ice arrow talisman,
It is possible to kill a large number of magic soldiers; a thunder talisman can definitely affect the tank.
When it comes to refining talismans, Zhang Jun is now very good at it. He has mastered a core law, the law of heaven and earth, and uses it. The quality of the talismans he refines is extremely high. Speaking of talismans, the ones that can be effective on the battlefield are not
A quasi-Daluo-level talisman is a Daluo-level talisman. However, Daluo-level talismans are rare.
The most common ones are quasi-Daluo-level talismans. The power of different quasi-Daluo talismans varies greatly. Generally, the talismans condensed by Fajue monks have ordinary power and are called Fajue talismans. But the talismans refined by Dharma kings such as Zhang Jun
, which is much more powerful, and is called the Dharma King Talisman. Of course, there are also the Taoist Talisman, the Taoist Talisman, the Son of Heaven Talisman, the Heavenly Master Talisman, etc., with varying powers.
What Zhang Jun is refining now is Dharma King Hui. If one Dharma King Talisman is fired, it will be easy to kill a national warrior. Dozens or hundreds of Dharma King Talismans are shot out at the same time, and they can also form a talisman formation, which can directly threaten the powerful princes.
His biggest advantage now is the speed of refining the talisman. The Dharma King communicates with the laws of heaven and earth, and can integrate the laws of heaven and earth into the talisman at will, and condense it into the Dharma King talisman. However, refining the Dharma King talisman requires another material, and that is spiritual stone
.The spiritual stone is the starting power of the talisman, stimulating the power of the law to burst out.
In Juntian's small world, Zhang Jun divided one hundred thousand clones and refined the talisman at the same time. It only took three or five breaths for each clone to refine a talisman. In this way, in just one day, he refined it
A billion talismans came out, and every soldier who surrendered to him could place one.