It is indeed the secret magic of military strategists.
However, the method of conquest advocated by the sages of military strategists is based on the four seasons, and all things are born on the earth. What military strategists do is just to let nature take its course, just like spring gives birth to summer, autumn gathers and winter hides, and this cycle goes on and on without knowing the end.
From the beginning to the end, the military strategists never mentioned it and prevented the world from refining souls for war. However, Zhou Youfu not only refined Panlong Sect disciples into soul soldiers and imprisoned them on paper fans, but also refined the canine soldiers together.
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This undoubtedly broke through the bottom line of military strategists and made Fan Changxiang even more murderous. He wished he could skin Zhou Youfu and extract his bones right now.
Quanrong is the most powerful one among the Snowfield Demon Clan. After thousands of years of training, it has begun to take on a human form, but it still has a furry head on its neck.
Their mounts are also produced from the Chinese tribe. They are all ordinary canine warriors without spiritual talent, called hump wolves.
Zhou Youfu accidentally learned about the existence of this monster in the snowy plains early in the military records, and immediately realized this emerging force with great potential.
So he spent a lot of money to bribe a group of local masters to act as guides, and found Quanrong's corpse and spirit in this ancient battlefield of Yanshan. However, because the Panlong Sect paid too close attention to it, he did not have direct contact with Quanrong.
And with this soul-refining folding fan alone, Zhou Youfu established a great reputation in Linjiang City. Otherwise, with his little relationship with the Yin family ten thousand years ago, it would have been impossible for him to serve as a pioneer.
He is very confident in this dog cavalry that has been soul-refined for hundreds of years. After all, three wolves can fight one tiger, not to mention he still has 300 of them?
The coercion of the dog soldiers and cavalry was very strong. Once they appeared, the forest fell into a dead silence, leaving only the sound of crackling rain.
The humpback wolf shrugged and growled, unable to restrain its murderous intent, its front paws kept rubbing on the ground, its blood-red eyes shone with light, and its whole body exuded an arrogance as black as ink.
Yongziying felt the pressure and immediately formed a square formation to move closer to Fan Changxiang, preparing for a fierce fighting that broke out on a rainy night.
But Fan Changxiang waved his hand to signal that everyone should not be nervous. He walked out of the queue alone with his gun and stared at Zhou Youfu with stern eyes:
"Boy, do you know who I am?"
"Compare your background with me?" Zhou Youfu smiled, but the next moment his face suddenly turned cold and he whispered: "I don't care who you are!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the dog soldiers and cavalry moved in response, opening their bloody mouths and attacking Fan Changxiang in groups.
The roaring and roaring sound made the trees rustle, and the ground trembled crazily.
However, Fan Changxiang didn't care and still stood alone in front of the formation. When the dog soldiers and cavalry were halfway through the charge, he suddenly thrust his gun into the ground and shouted suddenly:
"I am the young master of Yanshan Panlong Sect!"
"Fan Changxiang!"
"Since the beginning of the weak crown and armor, there have been a hundred thousand demon souls under the gun!"
Accompanied by this majestic shout, the talisman on the spear suddenly lit up, and a giant dragon with green light and purple lightning all over its body came out in response to the situation. It showed its teeth and claws, majestic and vigorous.
The pouring rain suddenly stopped at this moment, and the thick clouds rolled up like waves, retreating again and again, finally revealing the bright silver crescent moon.
The green dragon is not large in size, with a total length of ten feet from head to tail, but its momentum of circling and undulating on the top of the clouds is far greater than the Ten Thousand Mountains.
Although the dog soldiers and cavalry were dead and had been refined into soul soldiers, the fear engraved deep in their bones was still unforgettable.
They raised their heads and saw the blue dragon surging with plasma. They suddenly stopped charging and froze on the spot, their legs trembling continuously.
Creak——
The canine cavalry who rushed at the front could not withstand the pressure, and their skeletons collapsed, suddenly turning into skeletons all over the ground.
This seemed to open a flood valve, and the rest of the dog soldiers and cavalry retreated step by step, eventually turning into a rout. They rushed towards Zhou Youfu, desperately trying to escape into the folding fan.
The battle situation took a sudden turn, and Zhou Youfu had no time to react. He was knocked down by the deserter in an instant and stepped into the mud, leaving footprints all over his face.
The originally extremely serious situation suddenly took a dramatic turn, causing the thousand foot soldiers of Yongzi camp to look at each other in shock.
Absolutely amazing!
One roar determines the outcome!
Seeing Zhou Youfu's dazed look, they burst into laughter and quickly surrounded him with their dazzling swords.
When things got to this point, no matter how hard you resist, you will only lose your life. Zhou Youfu shouted: "Hero! Spare my life! We have information!"
"Recover for a while." Fan Changxiang patted the blood-stained muddy water on his body with a joking look on his face, "Your unruly look just now was more like a young man's."
"Don't you dare!" Zhou Youfu apologized, and regardless of his noble status as a family member, he bowed deeply, "Weren't there too many people just now? Now I kneel down for you!"
Everyone looked around and found that most of the guards had been killed, and the rest had already disappeared. Zhou Youfu was really the only one left now.
"Tell me, Mr. Zhou has at least three things to say." Fan Changxiang picked up the folding fan and shook it, pretending to be a young man from an aristocratic family.
It's a pity that he is too tall, and he is wearing chainmail and has a murderous look. It's a bit funny to hold a delicate folding fan, which makes the brothers under his command burst into laughter.
"The fan is good. It matches the temperament of my deity."
"If you like a good man, I'll give it to you. Just to show my heart..." Zhou Youfu, with a smile on his face, was suddenly slapped before he finished speaking. Fan Changxiang said fiercely, "Is this what I want to hear?"
"Uh-" Zhou Youfu was stunned. He quickly thought about it and added quickly, "I shouldn't belittle the Infinite God Chentian. His and Pang Xingyun's intelligence is far superior to mine!"
"Well, what else?"
"I shouldn't have rushed into the general in the middle of the night. Even if I ran away, I should have chosen another place. It's really a crime to disturb the general here in the rain while performing official duties in the middle of the night!"
"You are very wise, let's say the last sentence." Fan Changxiang sneered.
The thirty-six sects in the Northern Territory have always been despised by these aristocratic families. The Panlong Sect has entered Taoism through martial arts, and is not favored by the monks who have entered Taoism through Qi. The cynicism has never stopped for thousands of years.
Now Zhou Youfu, as the second largest watchman in Linjiang City, was lying on the ground begging for mercy, panicking like a bereaved dog. Fan Changxiang felt as if he had downed a bowl of iced sour plum soup on a hot summer day, which made him feel particularly happy.
"This little man has eyes but cannot see Mount Tai. General Fan was born in the Panlong Sect and is extremely noble. I should never have called you a common man just now." Zhou Youfu said flatteringly.
He had determined to be a think tank and strategist since he was a child, and he had been honed by human relationships and accidents to be extremely smooth. It was Wu Tu who was bewitched by him before, and finally risked his life to launch an offensive towards Xieyue Valley.
Therefore, he felt that a little flattery could fool the big boss in front of him, and it would not be difficult to save his life.
However, things went counterproductive.
After Fan Changxiang heard his last words, he did not show a relieved expression. Instead, his face became gloomier and he was obviously angry. "You silly thing, I gave you a chance but it didn't work!" Before Zhou Youfu could change his words and add, Fan Changxiang added again. He slapped him in the face and knocked out his front teeth: "Disciples of the Panlong Sect have been guarding Yanshan for generations. I don't know how many people have blocked them, but they are preparing to go south to plunder."
The Snowfield Demon Clan.”
"This sect doesn't need the world to be grateful, but you don't need to bother the heroic spirits and refine the souls of Panlong Sect disciples as slaves, right?"
These words were somewhat tragic. After Fan Changxiang finished speaking, his face was filled with loneliness. He waved his hand casually, signaling the soldiers to drag down the wailing Zhou Youfu, interrogate the information carefully, and quickly cleaned up the battlefield and retreated to Xianyue Valley.