This bowl of wine is very strong, and this kind of wine is also very bad for Qi Zhuji.
This was the first time in his life that he drank in front of the fish maw in the east.
Situ Nian was quicker than him. He drank all the strong wine in the bowl in one gulp, was silent for a moment, and then whispered three names in Qi Zhuji's ear.
These are three of the other six young practitioners who joined the Tie Ce Army with Situ Nian.
These three men were killed in previous battles.
Although with the performance and strength of those few people, it was normal for them to die in such a cruel strangulation that night, but these people were Tie Cejun after all, and they came with him after all.
Wang Chaozong, who was holding a bowl of wine in front of the Southern Dynasty True Yuan heavy armor, couldn't help but think in his heart that if Lin Yi were here, he should be able to do better than himself, and he might be able to take care of these people during the battle.
People don't die like this.
Previously, these people's indiscriminate use of real energy and cowardice in battle made him secretly despise him. However, when these people used their lives to prove their loyalty to the Southern Dynasty, he became more and more aware of these people and those who held shields regardless of their own safety.
The ordinary soldiers standing in front of him were the most lovely and respectable people of the Southern Dynasties.
Compared with these young practitioners who dare to defend this city here, but at best their performance in battle is unsatisfactory, what are those Southern Dynasty people who only compete for interests in comfort?
He originally didn't want to drink the bowl of strong wine in his hand, but after hearing the names of these three people, he drank it all in silence.
A scorching fire started burning in my very empty stomach.
He put down the empty bowl, stood up, and walked to a young man who was resting not far behind him.
"Do you regret joining the Tiece Army and coming here with us?"
The moment he passed by this young man, he said softly to him.
This young man's surname is Fang and his given name is Mo, and he is also one of the seven young practitioners.
Fang Mo listened to the sound that reached his ears. He turned his head and saw that Qi Zhuji had already passed by him. He could only see Qi Zhuji's back.
"regret?"
His eyes were inexplicably red, "Now I just want to kill a few more Northern Wei barbarians."
Regret is an emotion.
Hatred is also an emotion.
In such a killing situation, when the people around you die day and night, the only thing that fills your heart is hatred, and you have no time to think about anything else.
Qi Zhuji didn't care about his answer.
For him, any choice is fine as long as he is not forced to make it.
He walked towards the southernmost wall.
The Wei army that had been forced to retreat late at night had returned to their camp. At this time, figures could be seen moving around in the camp, but it was very quiet.
He looked towards the official road in the distance.
The smell of alcohol ignited in his stomach became more intense, and the sky gradually became brighter and brighter, but his face became increasingly gloomy.
Logically speaking, Xue Jiu and the others and the local army should appear in his sight at this time. If they haven't appeared yet, it can only mean that there is something wrong with the heavy cavalry army.
"If you don't die, I will let you die."
Qi Zhuji didn't feel that he was the one who must take revenge before, but now he feels that he is, and he will keep in mind the names of the heavy-armored cavalry generals under Lan Huaigong.
The smell of alcohol and blood mixed together, and the blood on the north wall of Zhongli City gradually solidified. The rising sun gradually rose in the east, and the entire city began to be plated with a layer of gold.
Qi Zhuji did not stay on the southern wall for long.
He didn't take these Northern Wei armies to the south seriously.
Since it has not been able to pose a real threat to Zhongli City in the past ten days or so, as long as a certain defensive force is retained in the south, it is still impossible for this Northern Wei army to break through the southern city wall.
After all, all you need to worry about is the north.
"Xue Jiu and the others haven't come yet?"
Seeing Qi Zhuji turn back, Xiao Suxin knew what happened just by looking at Qi Zhuji's face.
Qi Zhuji responded softly: "Unless they encounter the Northern Wei army, they will come even if the heavy armored cavalry army interferes. I have made arrangements, but it is later than I expected."
Xiao Suxin lowered her head. She looked at the blood on her body and knew that Qi Zhuji was waiting for the ordnance delivered by the local army.
There were some things in that batch of ordnance that seemed cruel to her, but for such a cruel strangulation, it seemed that there was no difference what kind of ordnance it was.
Time and distance are always the most critical factors that limit a general's deployment of troops. If all means can fall somewhere at any time according to a general's wishes, it is a game of chess and no longer a bloody war.
The light in the eastern sky becomes more and more dazzling.
Qi Zhuji narrowed his eyes slightly. He saw five riders appearing from a trail to the north, heading this way.
The vitality of heaven and earth behind him moved somewhat.
Some chaotic winds arise inexplicably.
He turned around and saw Mr. Chen Da looking at the riders.
Mr. Chen Da's face was very calm, but the powerful true energy that was silent and motionless in his body had begun to flow rhythmically.
This means that this cultivator of the Divine Mind Realm has already begun to prepare, and has already adjusted all the functions of his body to the best before the arrival of the five horses.
"Can you tell where it comes from?"
Qi Zhuji took a deep breath and asked as calmly as possible.
At this time, he could not clearly see the clothes and appearance of the five riders, but Mr. Chen Da's eyesight should be far better than his, and he should have seen some clues.
"It should be the swordsman of Lexiang Mansion of the Northern Wei Dynasty."
Mr. Chen Da stood quietly with his hands behind his hands, and a mountain-like aura spurted out from his body, "They are good at sword formations, with four swordsmen from the Chengtian Realm as their assistants, and a swordsman from the Divine Sense Realm as the center of the formation."
Lexiang Mansion was one of the royal palaces of the Northern Wei Dynasty. The Lexiang King was good at music and beautiful concubines. He was also an outlier among the practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty who liked to use swords. He loved swords, and there were many swordsmen in the mansion.
He is also very good at the art of combined sword formations. It is said that he alone has created no less than ten powerful sword formations.
Qi Zhuji did not ask any more questions.
Especially when he didn't ask stupid questions like what were the chances of winning.
Any spiritual mind practitioner, even if the true energy in his body is not consumed at all, should not have much chance of winning when faced with a sword formation composed of five people like Lexiang Mansion.
It's dawn.
The city and the water suddenly became quiet.
Looking at the five cavalrymen coming from the north, getting closer and closer to the waterside, and feeling the increasingly powerful aura of Mr. Chen Da, the most ordinary sergeants in both the Southern Dynasty and the Northern Wei Dynasty understood that what was about to happen
What.
There will be a battle of spiritual thoughts here soon, and this battle, which they cannot intervene in and has nothing to do with them, may really determine their fate.
Wang Chaozong drank another bowl of wine.
He looked at the rising sun in the east and greedily took a deep breath of fresh air.
He is very young.
In the eyes of some frontier generals, a young general like him should have great potential, but the time left for him may not be much.