In the motorcade, a practitioner rode up to the carriage of the official wearing a crimson official robe and asked softly.
"unnecessary."
The official thought about it seriously and shook his head.
After a few breaths, he raised his head in the carriage and asked with a heavy heart: "You have been to the Northern Wei Dynasty before. What kind of person is the Demon Sect of the Northern Wei Dynasty?"
The practitioner knew why the official asked such a question.
Even practitioners who have never fought on the battlefield may not be able to help but think about such questions after seeing a battle like today.
A practitioner in the realm of spiritual thoughts crippled an arm of a practitioner in the southern dynasty who had entered the holy realm. This event itself was as incredible as an eagle in the sky having its wings torn off by a rabbit on the grassland.
But the most important thing is why even such a powerful practitioner is willing to die for the Demon Sect.
"In some places in the Northern Wei Dynasty where even vultures could not survive, many tribes respected him as a god."
Hearing such a thoughtful answer, the official in the carriage took a deep breath, and an unspeakable wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The tribes who have lived in the cold desert areas of the Northern Wei Dynasty for generations, whether they are competing for ores, meteorite iron, or relying on robbery and hunting, their lives are extremely difficult. Those tribes can even kill people for a piece of meat, or for a piece of meat.
A piece of meat kills a person.
Over the past hundreds or even thousands of years, these tribes needed the support of faith to face the extremely difficult environment and the spiritual strength to get rid of physical pain.
Those who can make these people worship them as gods are not just as simple as having power.
A goshawk is flying in the sky.
It faced the increasingly cold wind and flew to the north.
There are more and more fireworks in the distance, some of which are the smoke released by the army to deliver messages, and some of which are the thick smoke produced when cities and villages are burned.
This goshawk passed through a burning village and rose into the very thin smoke in the sky. Then it quickly fell towards a moving motorcade.
A monk in blue shirt in the motorcade stretched out his arms to let the goshawk fall down, and took off the letter box from its feet.
Just after opening it and taking a look, the green-robed practitioner's complexion turned as pale as snow.
"Who would have thought that using a Ya Shengdu would not succeed?"
When the sealed note was delivered to Chen Jinru's hands, Chen Jinru was stunned. There were a few wrinkles in the corners of his eyes that were difficult to detect with the naked eye. He got out of the carriage, looked at an abandoned military camp at the end of his sight, and sighed deeply.
He slowly closed his eyes, and the map that had been hovering in front of him all these days flashed clearly in his mind.
The higher you climb, the more severe your fall will be.
In the world of the strong, there is no room for mistakes.
Of course, he could not underestimate the enemy or underestimate the Demon Sect. However, the Demon Sect's power was still stronger than he imagined.
For people like him, failure means death.
In this map, it was meaningless for him to use more Southern troops to reduce casualties.
What he needs to find is a way to die that can calm the anger of many people in Jiankang City to the greatest extent.
It is very difficult to solve many small problems, but it is very simple as long as you find some crux.
After just a few breaths, he opened his eyes, then turned around and returned to his carriage.
"Send me on my last journey to Taoist City."
He said to the driver of his carriage, and then to the many blue-shirted practitioners standing beside the carriage, he said: "You don't have to accompany me next. You can leave by yourself, or follow the orders at home."
None of these people had ever questioned any of his orders before. However, after listening to his orders, these green-shirted practitioners were silent for a long time, and then one of them whispered: "Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is in heaven. Since that is the case,
How can I break my promise to follow my lord?"
Chen Jinru lowered his head and said, "It makes no sense."
The green-shirted practitioner said solemnly: "It is more meaningful to die on the battlefield than to die in power."
Chen Jinru said: "Is it the same?"
"Everything we do is just for the Southern Dynasty to win this war. In this case, it doesn't matter where we die in the battle." The green-shirted practitioner smiled lightly.
Night gradually falls.
A large city with very strong walls had many torches lit on top of the wall.
The name of this city is Gucheng.
When the lights in this big city gradually lit up, and many places on the walls were illuminated, while the soldiers, archers, and practitioners of the Southern Dynasty were all enveloped in the darkness behind the light, the fields to the southeast of the city also lit up.
Many campfires were made.
The campfire illuminated tens of thousands of black tents.
Behind these black tents, near a river, more bonfires were lit.
A Northern Wei general stood on a pile of dirt. He looked at the city of the Southern Dynasties like a lone wolf standing on a high slope overlooking his territory in the dark night.
The armor he wore had some running wolf-like runes on the chest and back. He had obviously worn this black armor for a long time, but there were more new cuts and arrow marks.
He is Xing Lian, a famous general in the Northern Wei Dynasty.
In the past half month, his army has broken through eleven cities of the Southern Dynasty, seemingly unstoppable. The dense bonfires in the company camp behind him showed that his sergeants should be ten times more than the Southern Dynasty defenders in the city.
In the first two days of siege, the army under his command even stormed the east wall.
However, he knew the real situation better than the Southern Dynasty generals in Gucheng ahead.
The physical strength and willpower of his army are close to the limit, and they are at the end of their strength.
The army rations and some consumed ordnance were no longer enough. He only ordered the sergeants to light the dense bonfire several times more. The actual number of troops under his command was only three times that of the troops in the city.
If they cannot capture the city within two days, they will run out of military supplies, and even if they retreat, they may be fatally pursued by the Southern Dynasty army.
The most important thing is that according to the latest military information, reinforcements from the South Korea will arrive recently.
Going further, if they cannot break through here within two days, the defense of Sucheng behind this solid city should be completed, and it will be more difficult for them to capture several important reserve areas in the Southern Dynasty in one go.
Of course, he did not feel that defeat was certain.
Because according to the military information passed on from my side, reinforcements will also arrive tonight.
But what made him uneasy and puzzled was that along the way, only a few horses came, and they kept changing horses and galloping over for more than ten days.
But these hundred knights, even if there are powerful practitioners among them, can they play a decisive role in a siege battle that must be won within two or three days?
In the Gucheng in front of him, what stopped him from advancing was not only a large number of crossbow arrows, but also the six swords of the Southern Dynasty general Lan Huaigong's brave army.
Those are also powerful practitioners, and in the past battles, only two of those practitioners took action on the east wall, and the remaining true energy in their bodies was not used at all.
The night is getting deeper.
The sound of horse hooves gradually approached.
The moment Xing Lian and some practitioners in the military camp saw the first rider clearly through the light of the fire, they all fell into great shock and joy.
"Your Majesty!"
A small, uncontrollable exclamation sounded.
Like a spark, it truly ignited the entire Northern Wei company in an instant!