It rains endlessly. There was no rainfall in Qingniu Mountain last year. God seems to have added the rainfall from last year to this year. Heavy rain rushed down the mountains and filled up the dry creeks and rivers.
The heavy rain prevented them from attacking, but the Rong people tried to attack in the rain. As a result, their bows could not fire, their horses could not move, their trebuchets could not reach the range, and the soldiers were hit by the rain and could not open their eyes. They finally squeezed out of the city gate.
What greeted them were the rolling wood, stones and gunpowder from Toad Village. In the end, they suffered heavy casualties.
The camp also needs to prevent waterlogging and drain accumulated rainwater. Tents are often overwhelmed by rainwater. Because the weather is too humid, many people suffer from bedsores.
Everyone was holding back their strength, but the rain kept coming. The eldest prince looked at the sky every day. When he saw the sun coming out, he hurriedly lined up his troops and ordered his generals, vowing to take down Toad Village in one fell swoop. As a result, the rain stopped just after the troops were ordered.
It came down with a crash.
Everyone was full of fighting spirit and was soaked by the heavy rain.
They were trapped in Qingniu Mountain, and the aura that was probably called "You are a loser" enveloped them. Their IQ was weakened, their force was weakened, their cavalry talents were restricted, and their luck was halved. Outside, they were attacking cities and territories as if there was no one there.
land, but once they enter Qingniu Mountain, they will have this kind of Buff attached to them.
It was a cloudy day with light rain.
The witch doctor Sartman came to the big tent. As soon as he entered the big tent, he was startled. He saw the nine princes of the Northern Barbarians with a look in his eyes like "He is so handsome and I really want to have something happen with him."
Look at yourself.
Sartman tightened his robe. Could it be that some of these princes like men's style?
"Elder, it is said that you can invite gods?" the eldest prince asked.
Sartman calmed down and roughly judged that someone on the other side might be sick. This was an area he was familiar with.
"I believe in the eternal Immortality Heaven. All the gods on the grassland accept my service. I don't know which noble prince is sick. I can pray to the gods to drive away the cruel illness."
"We are not sick."
"..." Saatman was stunned: Why did you come to me if you are not sick?
"Can you control the wind and rain?"
"Call the wind and rain... I probably can." Saltman paused, but now he was embarrassed to say that he didn't know how.
"Okay!" The eldest prince slapped the handsome case hard: "Are you sure you can break the thief's spell?"
What's more annoying than this heavy rain is that Cheng Dalei stands at the top of the city every day, wearing a raincoat and moaning.
"the vast horizon is my love……"
For some reason, every time the eldest prince repeated this mantra, he would hum it unconsciously. It was indeed a curse, and I was affected by it without realizing it.
"Break his spell..." Sartman's eyes were wide open, and he roared in his heart: Prince, please wake up a little, feudal superstition kills people.
"Ha, I guessed it right. Even if the southerner has some sorcery, how can he be compared with the believers of Changshengtian? Tomorrow, the elder will set up an altar to cast spells and break his sorcery, haha."
"Uh... the eldest prince means that I have already agreed, but when did I agree? What is the misunderstanding?"
The next day, a high platform was erected five hundred steps away from the city gate. Sartman climbed up and looked at the city gate with his stick.
At the city gate, Cheng Dalei had disheveled hair, walked with strange steps, and chanted a spell loudly.
"Don't think I'm just a sheep, the green grass becomes more fragrant because of me."
Satman was on the verge of crying, and he couldn't even understand the spell. He was indeed a master. He just hoped that the opponent wouldn't hit him too hard when he started.
"Hey!" Sartman shouted boldly and loudly: "I am a devout believer in the Eternal God, the spokesperson of the prairie elves, and an ugly demon. Don't show off your stupidity in front of me."
A loud shout interrupted Cheng Dalei's rhythm, making Cheng Dalei feel extremely uncomfortable. He was also confused and thought to himself: What does this guy want to do?
However, the other party made a move, and Cheng Dalei had to follow it. He shouted to the other side: "I am the Toad Immortal who personally taught the art to the Antarctic Immortal. I have inherited the Huanghuang Immortal Way. How dare you, the barbarians, to talk nonsense in front of me?"
The way of heaven."
"Hey, let me break your magic today." Sartman shouted.
Cheng Dalei was a little nervous. He hadn't figured out the level of power in this world until now. Since the system could reward him with wind and rain, what if there really was a Taoist priest in this world who could call for wind and rain and spread beans to make soldiers? Isn't there a Gongsun of the Dragon in the Water Margin?
Is it better?
He opened his eyes wide and saw that Satman was holding a wooden stick and wearing a large sheepskin robe. His body was shaking constantly and he was mumbling words.
"not good!"
Cheng Dalei was shocked. This man's steps were mysterious and unpredictable, and his movements vaguely followed a certain rhythm. Could this be... the legendary Northeastern Yangko?
Cheng Dalei's tongue was a little knotted. Northeastern Yangko is the ancestor of square dance in the world. If he used divine music to meet the enemy again, he was afraid that he would be restrained by the opponent. If he wanted to defeat the opponent, he would have to use that unique martial art - Social Shake.
As the saying goes: If you never listen to society's shaking, it's useless to have pig tattoos all over you.
"I was once a king, but then I gave it up and surrendered my military and military power to others."
As if Satman was under a spell, his body could not help but tremble, and a strange emotion brewed in his chest, making him obsessed and fascinated.
"He was once young and frivolous, crazy about the country"
Yeah, yeah, Sartman tried his best to hold on, but the magic sound penetrated his ears and heart, making him unable to control himself. He was dizzy and felt that the surrounding scenery could no longer be seen clearly. He suddenly roared, vomited blood, and fell off the platform.
.
"Save the elder quickly, save the elder quickly."
The eldest prince shouted that this person's spell was too terrible. Once he fell into it, he would become dizzy and his IQ would drop.
"I obviously feel uncomfortable, but I still want to listen."
"Yes, yes, and those movements, I seem to have seen the dance of death."
Everyone looked at Cheng Dalei at the top of the city, their eyes showing fear: It's terrible, it's terrible.
Cheng Dalei clapped his hands and said, "I don't believe you can still hold on despite the two great weapons of our society: shaking and yelling."
Humph, call it a day.
It rained heavily, and it rained intermittently for most of the time. Everyone struggled with the sound of rain and Cheng Dalei's magic voice. But no matter how long the rainy season is, it will eventually pass. At noon this day, the continuous rain finally stopped.
The dark clouds dispersed, the sun emerged, the sunshine shone on the earth, and the long-lasting gloom was swept away.
The one hundred thousand soldiers of the Northern Barbarians all had a sigh of relief in their hearts, sharpening their swords all day long, looking forward to this sunny day.
When that day came, the eldest prince gathered his troops and lined up in front of Toad Village. The nine princes, each with a tall horse, stood at the front of the team.
The nine princes of the Northern Barbarians have never been as united as they are today, and the reason why they are united is because of a common enemy.
Today, regardless of the cost or casualties, Toad Stronghold must be captured.