Peng Xiunian, the prefect of Yunzhou, stood on the tower and watched the movement of people praying across the mountain.
Seven days have passed since I said goodbye to "Xiao Songting".
He boasted to "Xiao Songting" that there would be a big battle in Haikou within ten days. However, the enemy has never sent troops. Scouts were sent to investigate, but they only said that the enemy was busy cutting down trees and building forts.
Just looking at this style of fighting, there is no hint of counter-insurgency momentum. Could it be that the enemy army was frightened by the formation of more than 100,000 people?
During these seven days, Peng Xiunian successively sent out more than 10,000 people from all over Yunzhou, and the strength of the army had reached 120,000.
There is no point in continuing to recruit manpower. He only has twelve stacking puppets in his hands, and each puppet can only affect 10,000 people. The current force has reached the upper limit of the puppet's scope.
Peng Xiunian returned to the camp, wrote a letter, sealed it with sealing wax, and put it in the mailbox.
He took out an iron box from under the table, opened the box, and took out an iron chain more than two feet long.
Peng Xiunian took out an oil can and poured some oil on one end of the iron chain.
The oil slowly disappeared on the iron chain, and the iron chain slowly squirmed on the table.
Peng Xiunian tied the mailbox to the chain.
He twisted the chain twice, felt the weight of the mailbox, then straightened his body and flew out of the tent in an instant.
The guard at the door only felt a gust of wind passing by, and did not see the appearance of the chain at all.
Two hours later, the chain fell into a house. Ye Ansheng, the former master of the ascetic workshop, stepped forward to pick up the chain and untied the mailbox.
After reading the letter, he walked into the bedroom in the main courtyard, looked at Long Xiulian lying on the bed and said: "Peng Xiunian will march tomorrow to attack the Xuan Army camp."
Long Xiulian was covered in bandages, with not even a gap left on his head. He said in a vague voice: "I have never met Peng Xiunian. I thought he was very smart, but I didn't expect him to have an irritable temper. Why can't we wait a little longer?"
Two days?”
Ye Ansheng took out a pen and paper, and while writing a reply, he shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter if you wait."
Long Xiulian said: "Why don't you go and take a look at such a big thing in person?"
Ye Ansheng still shook his head: "It doesn't matter whether you go or not."
Long Xiulian smiled and said, "Are you that trustworthy of Peng Xiunian?"
Ye Ansheng continued to shake his head: "I don't believe him, but I can trust my own strategy. No matter what methods the other party uses, those 120,000 people will definitely die. As long as they die, the mighty true god will definitely return to the world."
Long Xiulian said: "Xu Zhiqiong is a ruthless man, aren't you afraid that he will kill Peng Xiunian? If Peng Xiunian dies, who will you let to use the evil thoughts technique?"
"It doesn't matter whether you die or not," Ye Ansheng said expressionlessly, "There are more than one people in the army who can use evil thoughts on his behalf, and he himself knows this."
Long Xiulian exclaimed in admiration: "Da Sikong, you really have a plan!"
While talking, Ye Ansheng wrote a reply, tied it to the iron chain, poured some oil, and let the iron chain fly.
Long Xiulian said: "What are you going to do next?"
Ye Ansheng said: "Go and finish things in the capital."
"If Chen Shuncai asks for payment from you, how should you respond?"
Ye Ansheng shook his head and said: "I didn't promise to pay him, I didn't promise him anything, you were the one who promised the reward, I just asked him to come to you."
Long Xiulian laughed when he heard this and said, "You are really good at telling jokes."
Ye Ansheng didn't smile.
Long Xiulian smiled dryly for a moment and said, "Do you really want to call that eunuch?"
Ye Ansheng said: "What else? I can't beat him."
…
Peng Xiunian received Ye Ansheng's reply and ordered the cook camp to add extra meals tonight, eat fine grains, and give each sergeant two taels of meat to eat.
They are about to go on the road, and it is time for them to have a good meal, so as to live up to my reputation of loving my people like my own children.
The veteran held his rice bowl and looked at the two pieces of fat. He frowned first and then smiled.
He knew that there would be a war tomorrow.
He knew that this was probably his last meal.
He called a young man beside him, who looked about twelve or thirteen years old.
"Baby, I'll give you this meat to eat. I'm tired of you."
The young man ate a piece of fat meat, wiped his tears and said, "I heard that there will be a war tomorrow. If you eat this meal, you may die."
The veteran smiled and said, "Are you afraid?"
"Why aren't you afraid? I have never fought in a war..." The young man sobbed a few times.
"Baby, do you think the prefect treats us well?"
"Okay!" The young man nodded vigorously, "The prefect is as close to us as our parents."
The veteran asked again: "Do you think the imperial court is hateful?"
"Hateful! I can't wait to tear that emperor into pieces!"
"That's right. Throughout your life, you must know what kindness is and what hatred is!
For those who are kind to us, we must risk our lives to repay them; for those who are hostile to us, we must risk our lives for revenge!
Baby, I'm old and it's time for me to be buried. If I die, I'm really not afraid. You can eat more and eat big mouthfuls. If we win the battle tomorrow, you will be a general for the prefect and wait for the prefect to give us a piece of cake.
Jiangshan, you will follow the magistrate and become a duke!"
The young man nodded vigorously, and the veteran took out a gourd from behind: "I also saved some wine, you can drink it together! It will strengthen the courage of the young man!"
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At dawn the next day, Peng Xiunian ordered the troops to march.
Marching and fighting is not a simple matter. With less than a thousand people, as long as there are no major mistakes in the command and they charge into battle, they can stay in order.
After a thousand people, you have to put some thought into the formation arrangement.
After 10,000 people, we must be able to coordinate our troops well.
After one hundred thousand people, the general must have a tacit understanding, be skillful in adapting to changes, and have a plan for every advance and retreat, otherwise the army will be unable to move forward.
These more than 100,000 people had no training, and there were no decent officers in the army. After hearing the order, everyone shouted and moved forward. The front army was loose, the middle army was huddled, and the rear army stopped and walked in chaos.
Unsightly.
Fortunately, the large number of people made a great noise, and the soldiers encouraged each other, so there was no timidity for the time being.
Chang Decai, who was hiding on the side of the road and observing, whispered to Li Shabai: "Painter Li, have you seen the Duinian puppet?"
Li Shabai shook his head and said: "The Duinian Puppet is very similar to ordinary people. It is impossible to find it in such a scattered military formation. It has to wait until someone performs a spell before the Duinian Puppet will appear abnormal."
The front army was still two miles away from the enemy camp, and its marching speed gradually slowed down.
They were scared.
This is really going to be a war.
The vanguard troops walking in front looked at the Changge in their hands. They had no idea whether this thing was used for chopping or chopping, and how it was used.
Let’s look at the enemy camp that is vaguely visible in the distance. The camp is tall and solid, with numerous bow towers and arrow towers. How could ordinary people not be afraid when they see it?
The person walking in the front row started to feel weak in his legs and almost stopped walking.
Many young people have already started wiping away tears.
A voice shouted in my ear: "Fellow fellows, the thief is right in front of you, come on out!
If we don't win this battle today, we will all die, either on the battlefield or be captured and tortured alive by them.
Our family members will also die. What can't these beasts do? Our women will be raped by them, our children will be beaten by them, and even our ancestral graves will be dug up by them! They will reseed Yunzhou!
It means death anyway, let’s find a way out! Fight with them! Fight with them!”
No one knew where the voice came from. It seemed to be nearby, but no one could tell who was speaking.
The scenes in the words seemed to appear before their eyes. They seemed to see the officers and soldiers raping their wives and daughters, and saw themselves being chopped alive by the officers and soldiers after they were captured.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The former soldiers shouted one after another.
Peng Xiunian was hiding among the rebels, holding twelve invisible threads in his hand and silently performing spells.
Through these threads, he controls the twelve stacked puppets hidden in the army.
Driven by evil thoughts, the former soldiers who had stalled suddenly started running.
The people who were originally filled with fear had blood-red eyes and ferocious faces, like ferocious beasts, screaming and charging.
The shouts of more than 100,000 people shook the sky. Tao Huayuan, who was hiding on the roadside, covered her chest, feeling suffocated and panicked.
Is this the power of the evil thought technique?
The power that can turn living people into evil spirits!
She glanced at the military camp and was very worried about the thief.
Li Shabai's eyes trembled, and his figure suddenly disappeared.
He saw a sergeant walking with the soldiers in the military formation.
His body was trembling rapidly, not out of fear, the trembling frequency was beyond what a normal person could do.
He is not a human being, he is a puppet! He is stacking evil thoughts!
Tao Huayuan felt uneasy when she saw Li Shabai disappeared.
Where did he go?
Are you looking for a puppet?
Not necessarily! He might have escaped.
Yao Zhu is coming. Although Li Shabai has a high level of cultivation, he is definitely no match for Yao Zhu!
Li Shabai ran away and left us all behind!
Let me run away too!
You will definitely die if you stay here!
But if I escape, what will the thief do?
I'm going to rescue that thief kid, and I'll lead him on a bloody path!
These people are no longer ordinary people, they are evil spirits and they should be killed!
Not long after, Li Shabai returned to the distance, holding a very thin silk thread in his hand, and said to Tao Huayuan: "Give this to Marquis Yun!"
Tao Huayuan's eyes were bloodshot and she didn't respond for a while.
A burst of energy came and woke up Tao Huayuan!
Li Shabai shouted: "Control your thoughts, resist evil thoughts, and give this thread to Marquis Yun!"
Tao Huayuan woke up from a dream, activated the magic circle, and sent the silk thread into the camp.
There were thousands of soldiers standing in the camp.
Some of these thousands of sergeants held up their spears, some raised their spears, some drew their long bows, and some held up battle flags.
But they all maintained a fixed posture and remained motionless.
These sergeants are not human beings.
They are wooden puppets carved by Li Shabai.
Behind these thousands of wooden sergeants, there are still "tens of thousands of people" waiting to fight.
These "tens of thousands" were painted by Li Shabai, but they look real.
There was only one living person in the entire camp.
This living person is the only one who will not be disturbed by the techniques of evil thoughts.
This person is none other than Xu Zhiqiong.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There was a crash outside the door, and Xu Zhiqiong took a deep breath.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.
When you were in the northern border, with less than a thousand people, you resisted an army of tens of thousands of Tu Nu, and you were not afraid!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The shouts of killing outside the door were deafening. Under the control of evil thoughts, the voices they shouted did not sound human at all.
Boom!
The camp gate was smashed.
A group of people rushed into the camp and started fighting with the wooden man standing at the forefront.
Use the knife to chop, the ax to chop, the hands to dig, and the teeth to bite.
Sawdust flew everywhere, and the first row of wooden figures quickly shattered on the ground.
Xu Zhiqiong gritted his teeth!
Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!
They are just ordinary people, I will take them home!
The petals flew in the hand and turned into a thread.
Got the first puppet!
Xu Zhiqiong tightened his grip on the thread and poured into it the power of imagery.
Dujuan Zhongzai said, "If I don't get the Changshi Seal, I can only be regarded as a middle man."
That’s fine, I’ll just be the lieutenant for once!
Judge's sixth level skill - Zhonglang is fearless!