Nearly one-third of the returning army from the four major legions rebelled at one time.
The war in the Qinggu Kingdom had already damaged our vitality, and this time it was even worse.
In the sky, the ancient luck has become thinner and thinner. The elder of the center is covered in cold sweat. He presides over the heaven-sacrifice ceremony. The less the ancient luck, the harder it is for him.
If the luck completely dissipates, it means that the sky has abandoned this imperial court, and even Qingtian Yi will be hard-pressed to turn the tide.
"Your Majesty, the auspicious time has arrived, and the ceremony will be held immediately."
Finally, the divination in the hands of the central dean’s elder illuminated, and a good day had arrived!
"Turn on!"
Qing Tianyi waved his sleeves.
The ministers knelt down and worshiped God.
The dean of the center stepped forward and began to read the inscription on the sacrifice to heaven.
At the same time, the city lords of the hundred cities stepped forward and offered sacrifices to the sky one after another.
These sacrifices are not precious treasures, but ordinary things that taste the folk delicacies.
There is a burden to carry rice.
It is also about rice bowls for hungry people.
Some cities hold letters.
Also use hoes and fences!
Although these objects may seem ordinary, they all contain some source of luck.
Some ordinary people can make ordinary farm tools filled with aura, which means that the people recognize the country, live and work in peace and contentment, and have a satisfied mentality.
Holding these spiritual objects and offering sacrifices to God can show that the dynasty and the country are peaceful and the people live and work in peace and contentment. This is the emperor's meritorious service and should be rewarded by luck.
"It is said that the founding of the country in Qinggu was celebrated by the whole world. Ten thousand grains of grain fell from the sky, which made the royal family good for a hundred years. Now that we are paying tribute again, I wonder how much grain will fall in Qinglin City!"
Jing Qingsu was very pious.
A good harvest is the root of the people.
The grains falling from the sky represent the recognition of this country, which can make the spiritual lake gurgling endlessly, and the luck is like a dragon or a lin, and the gathering speed is accelerated.
Jing Qingsu wanted to make the Qinggu Imperial Court prosperous again, but he also understood how difficult it would be to get 10,000 grains of grain.
"It is remarkable to have 2,000 grains. If there are less than 300 grains, it is a sign of national destruction. Even the spiritual spring will not be able to gather the imperial dragon energy, and all previous efforts will be wasted."
Lu Xiuming also sighed when he heard Jing Qingsu talking to himself.
"Does Mr. Lu think that Qinglin City can't even afford 2,000 grains?"
Jing Qingsu frowned slightly.
Even when I was fasting in the imperial court at night, grain fell 3,000 miles away.
You must know that the predecessor of the Yezhai Imperial Court was a bandit who was wandering around. In the end, he became a baby and became lucky.
This kind of country, which is the most disgusting in the world, has lost 3,000 grains. Isn't the Qinggu Kingdom's central authority worse than a country of bandits?
"It's not 2000 pills, I'm talking about 300. The imperial capital of the Qinggu Kingdom was destroyed, and everyone rebelled against their relatives. The country is on the verge of subjugation. Even the emperor died once, but in fact the country has already been subjugated."
Lu Xiuming shook his head.
"No way!"
Jing Qingsu frowns every Monday, praying that nothing will happen again.
Buzz buzz!
At this time, the sacrifices were shining with luster, as if they were being reviewed by heaven.
Then, in the sky, tiny points of light converged to form the Milky Way, like raindrops floating in the sky.
If you look closely, you will see that in the center of those light spots are five types of grains: rice, millet, millet, wheat, and beetroot.
The country is for the people.
Food is the most important thing for the people.
To the common people, grain is the way of heaven.
"Fortunately, it's close to 1,000!"
The ministers raised their heads and carefully counted the grains in the sky.
After it exceeded 1,000, everyone finally felt relieved.
If this number is exceeded, the Qinggu Kingdom will move its capital, and there is no possibility of failure. Jing Qingsu also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Huh?"
After a few more seconds, Jing Qingsu and others were stunned.
2000 capsules!
Not waiting for anyone to come to their senses.
The Milky Way in the sky became brighter and brighter, exceeding 3,000 grains in the blink of an eye.
"Mr. Lu, it seems that you may have made a mistake at some point. The fortunes of the ancient times are so great that there is obviously no sign of the country's demise."
Jing Qingsu smiled.
5000 capsules!
However.
Everyone was immersed in astonishment. The grains in the sky were still at Zeng's house, showing no signs of stopping.
8000 capsules!
9000 capsules!
The ancient and important ministers were dumbfounded.
When the country was founded in ancient times, the country obeyed the will of God, the weather was smooth, the country was peaceful and the people were safe, it was only 10,000 grains.
At this time, Qinggu had just experienced the catastrophe of destroying the country, and once again sprinted towards 10,000 grains.
How is this possible?
"Not normal, not normal!"
Afterwards, Dean Tianyan was covered in sweat.
In the entire northern realm, only Yutang Imperial Court had more than 30,000 pills, and its luck was astronomical.
The Divine Power Imperial Court has a vast territory, spanning half of the northern boundary. It once received a gift from the sky and rained down 90,000 grains.
For a thousand years, there will be no natural disasters, no droughts, no earthquakes and floods in the Divine Mighty Imperial Court, and the people will live and work in peace and contentment, with good weather and good weather.
Most of the rest of the imperial court hovered around 10,000 grains.
According to his hexagram recommendations, if the Qinggu Kingdom can gather 500 grains, it is already a blessing from God.
After all, being forced to move the capital was a sign that the imperial court was about to die, and its strength was exhausted.
"Look, it's ten thousand!"
At this time, the important officials in the imperial court were whispering, and the city lords of the Hundred Cities were dumbfounded and kept saying long live.
really!
Behind the sky, densely packed light spots converged into a galactic vortex. Because there were too many, they spread towards the periphery.
However!
Compared with the excitement of many important ministers, Qingtian Yi's pupils were terrifyingly cold.
As the Qinggu Emperor, he is the direct beneficiary of the grain luck.
It's a pity that the grain exceeded ten thousand and it seemed that he had great luck, but he didn't even feel a little bit of the power of luck, and he was even a little cold.
"Shen Fusheng, you deserve to die!"
Squeezing his palm hard, Qingtian Yi wished he could kill Shen Fusheng immediately.
…
"Bai Zhuoye, Bai Zhuoxin, how old are you?"
Beside the sacrificial altar, the corpses of those killed in battle have been placed.
At this time, two young men in black robes rushed to Zhao Chu's side. They were covered in sweat and their faces were pale from exhaustion.
But there was excitement in their eyes.
Push the limits.
From the time Zhao Chu arranged for them to make cannonballs, to now, in less than an hour, with red eyes, they actually wrote curse seals on 1,000 giant cannons.
The tension and urgency of the war also made them make rapid progress. Looking back, they even feared it.
Fortunately, among those veterans, there are many skilled blacksmiths. They do not need to forge, they are only responsible for writing curse seals.
"Good work!"
At this time, some veterans behind him kept bringing boxes of artillery shells one after another.
"Little friend Zhao Chu, the time for salvation has come!"
At this moment, Li Jiuchuan took a step forward.
No one dared to ignore Zhao Chu. Zhao Chu had already become the backbone.
"Let's get started."
Zhao Chu nodded and flicked his sleeves.
"Send it to your loved ones!"
"Send comrades in arms!"
"Send it to the general!"
Li Jiuchuan roared so loudly that it loudly drowned out the sounds of the capital relocation ceremony next to him.
"Send it to your loved ones!"
"Send comrades in arms!"
"Send it to the general!"
Each of the officers and soldiers held the highest military salute. Although their pupils were filled with tears, they tried their best to show an ugly smile.
This is an unwritten rule in the military.
When bidding farewell to a fallen friend, do so with a smile, so that the former will feel relieved.
at the same time.
There were still some warriors in Hundred Cities who could not come to participate in the battle or to pay homage to the dead souls, and they also performed silent military salutes.
In the Qinggu Frontier.
There was no suppression by Sun Yuanze for the time being, and the soldiers of the four legions performed silent military salutes.
In the four major cities.
Nearly five million people who were saved knelt down and prayed devoutly for the sacrificed soldiers to enter reincarnation early and be rich in the next life.
Zhao Chu felt heavy.
But the monument of no regrets in his body began to tremble like never before, and countless names continued to appear, as if he had heard the prayers of the people and was returning the gift of thanks.
And a layer of terrifying green energy spread quietly towards the sky, but these people were so sad that they didn't pay attention at all.
"Fire cannons in the sky, dear friend, have a safe journey!"
Zhao Chu flicked his sleeves.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Next to the coffin, two rows of cold giant cannons flashed with a ferocious light, and the dark barrels pointed toward the sky.
A full hundred doors.
The seriously injured veterans, with support, slowly walked to the cannon, tremblingly stroking the cannon.
Only then did they see clearly.
On the muzzle of the giant cannon, there is the word Zeyan.
This is not the Qinggu Cannon at all.
"It would be great if we had a giant cannon!"
A seriously injured veteran, who saw that he would not survive tomorrow, with tears in his eyes, took the lead in lighting the fuse.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The earth shook and the sky screamed.
Hundreds of guns fired!
Ten times!
…
The first shot blasted away eight hundred miles of clouds and moon!
Pay homage to the heroic soul.
The second artillery bomb blasted through the north, south, east and west, and fought for ten years without regrets.
Second, pay homage to the heroic soul.
The third shot, blood and sand, can't be filled with laughter in the military camp.
Three thanks to the heroic soul.
…
The seventh shot, the city wall is made of blood, under the towers and towers, I will never regret it.
Seven thanks to the heroic soul.
…
The ninth artillery battle, the nine-layered palace, sacrificed my sword.
Nine thanks to the heroic soul.
…
The tenth shot, thousands of mountains and rivers, we meet again hand in hand in reincarnation.
Ten thanks to the heroic soul.
…
The eyes of countless soldiers were red. Among the many corpses, General Hu Nanyang rested alone. Throughout his life, he had never been a soldier.
"ignition!"
Zhao Chu took a deep breath.
I have sent you thousands of miles away, but I have to say goodbye in the end.
"We will take your blessings and live well."
boom!
Ten torches were thrown into the center of the corpse, and a layer of thick smoke instantly rose into the sky.
At the top of the sky, a dense layer of galactic vortex has spread for dozens of miles, and the grain aura contained in the vortex has been countless.
"General, let's go!"
The soldiers stared at the general and took one last look.
"Lao Hu, never go against your will. We fought side by side, but we didn't have time to get drunk. This is a pity."
Thick smoke rose ten feet high into the sky. Zhao Chu looked at the billowing smoke with regret in his heart.
now.
The thick smoke twisted for a while, and it seemed that there was a teacher in a scholar's white shirt, pouring a glass of wine, shaking it at Zhao Chu, and then drank it all.
Behind the Confucian scholar, a gentle girl wiped the remaining wine from the corner of the general's mouth with admiration in her eyes.
"Lao Hu, let's go!"
Zhao Chu nodded, and the smoke dissipated instantly.
Hu Nanyang has been with Xiaodie forever in another world, so he deserves his blessing.
"Third Grandpa!"
Huang Lingling's beautiful eyes were dull, looking at the thick smoke reluctantly.
"Master, in my mind, you will always be the strongest person."
Zhao Chu patted Huang Lingling, and they bid farewell to Huang Gongchuan together.
"Third brother, I thought that because of your poor qualifications, you could escape the fate of the Huang family. Who knew that you would also die on the battlefield?"
Grand Marshal Huang Gongyi, dressed in coarse linen clothes, walked up to Huang Lingling. His old face seemed to see through the sun and the moon in an instant, and saw through all the illusions.
That's right.
After fighting for Qinggu for several generations, the final glory was taken away by Sun Yuanze in an understatement. He was disheartened.
Hand over the Marshal Tiger Talisman, and from today onwards, he will be a civilian.