Chapter 841 Hey, your Hunjun experience card has arrived.
The four of them followed the soldiers through the barracks with gray bricks and black tiles, and soon arrived at the school grounds, where they saw a figure covered in blood from a distance.
He was wearing a damaged battle armor, his hair was disheveled, his hands and feet were shackled, the other end of the chain was driven deeply into the rammed earth ground, wooden nails were embedded in various joints on his body, and his pipa bone was pierced by two jade hooks.
An officer was waving a whip to beat the man and reprimanded: "Quiet! Damn it, ghosts are screaming every day. Are you so anxious to reincarnate? When the demon-breaking guillotine is delivered tomorrow, I will kill you myself."
The surrounding armored soldiers were holding weapons and looking nervously on guard, just like hunters surrounding a tiger, trembling with fear and ready to turn around and run away at any moment.
"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah"
The officer shook his arm, and the whip turned into an afterimage. Every time the whip was struck, dust would be thrown up, which was clearly visible in the sunlight.
The prisoner with disheveled hair and dirty face struggled hard and screamed at himself, letting the whip hit him and remained indifferent.
He was far away, his face was covered with dirt, and his hair was disheveled. Fu Qingyang couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but judging from his body movements, the prisoner who was screaming so loudly seemed to be a little anxious.
His whistle seemed to be venting, but it was actually calling for something.
Asking for help from the enemy troops outside the city? Fu Qingyang passed over the soldiers leading the team and led his three teammates over.
As they got closer, they finally saw the prisoner's general facial features.
"Fuck!" Lingjun blurted out.
Zhao Chenghuang and Tianxia Guihuo were also shocked, that was a prisoner. It was the Demon Eye King!
Fu Qingyang was startled, and he looked surprised and said, "Sure enough, that's true."
At this time, the Demon Eye King also saw the four teammates, and immediately stopped shouting and let out a hey.
"Are you still kidding?" The officer immediately whipped him over and cursed, "You bitch-like Northern barbarian, you can't get enough of the whip, right? I'll feed you shit later."
He thought the prisoner was laughing at the weakness of the whip.
"Stop!" Fu Qingyang shouted coldly.
The officer seemed to have just noticed them. He curled his lips, put away his whip, and hurriedly greeted them:
"marshal!"
Fu Qingyang nodded slightly and asked tentatively: "Is the prisoner still safe?"
"Still the same as before, there are ghosts screaming every morning, noon and night, and the devil-killing guillotine will be delivered tomorrow. By then, the general will kill the beast with one knife, and the marshal will no longer have to be disturbed," the officer said.
Fu Qingyang asked: "Destroy the devil's guillotine?"
After asking this question, he saw disdain and contempt in the officer's micro-expression, and soon he heard the officer reply:
"This beast is invulnerable to swords and guns, and can still be alive and kicking after a wooden nail has been pierced through its heart. We have tried countless methods, but still cannot kill it, so the military counselor came up with a plan to use the most precious treasure in the treasury to break the devil's guillotine, which may be able to kill this beast.
"How come the marshal doesn't even remember the Demon-Breaking Guillotine? Oh, I understand, the general is facing a powerful enemy, and the marshal is overthinking, so it's normal for him not to remember."
Lingjun snorted coldly: "You are so weird, if you dare to make fun of the Marshal again, I will definitely kill him without mercy."
The officer lowered his head and clasped his fists in dissatisfaction: "I don't dare, general!"
Fu Qingyang said calmly: "Step back thirty feet."
The officer was stunned and asked cautiously: "Marshal, what do you want to do? Although this animal is exhausted and shackles, you must not be careless."
Fu Qingyang said coldly: "Back off!"
He naturally revealed a power that made people surrender. The officer was frightened, and out of instinctive fear, he quickly retreated with a dozen soldiers armed with sharp weapons.
"How is your condition?" Fu Qingyang walked up to the Demon Eye King.
"Tired, hungry, sleepy and in pain." Demon Eye King Ji sat on the ground and said happily: "Why are you either generals or marshals, and I am a prisoner who is about to die?"
After he entered the spiritual realm, what he saw when he opened his eyes was Kabuto. A soldier delivering food was slapping him. The Demon Eye King sent him back to reincarnation on the spot.
Hence the whipping just now.
His physical condition was very bad. His inventory was sealed, wooden nails were driven into the joints all over his body, and his pipa bones were pierced. His cultivation level was very poor. Fortunately, the base of his copper skin and iron bones could not be sealed.
He learned about his situation and identity from limited conversations (insults). When the Demon-Breaking Guillot arrived tomorrow, he would die, so he quickly roared the dragon, hoping to attract his teammates.
Regardless of whether it is Fu Qingyang or Yuanshi Tianzun, Demon Eye is convinced that their configuration can definitely save him.
No, it really attracted Fu Qingyang.
Fu Qingyang looked at the embarrassed devil eyes and joked: "Because you are an evil profession."
"I am a freelancer." Magic Eye corrected: "Don't confuse me with those low-life people."
"What I mean is that you are an evil profession. If you want to return to the team, you can only abandon the secret route and turn to the light. That's why you became a prisoner." Fu Qingyang said:
"It just so happens that my character's predicament is that I lack prestige and have difficulty in commanding troops. I will untie you later and you will swear allegiance to me in front of those officers and soldiers."
Mr. Qian was quick in thinking and found a way to solve the character's dilemma.
However, the Demon Eye refused: "My allegiance is to the Lord of the Sun."
"The Lord of the Sun should not be in the military camp," Fu Qingyang said lightly: "What is your role and identity?"
"Wanyan Rentu, the left commander of the Juque Army, was captured by the Southern Dynasty Army's military advisor during the attack on the city ten days ago."
"Wanyan Rentu's loyalty to me, what does it have to do with you, the Demon Eye King?"
".Makes sense!"
Fu Qingyang pulled out the sword from his waist. There was a flash of sword light and a series of dings. The handcuffs and shackles of the Demon Eye were broken. Then, he turned his wrist and the hilt of the sword struck two jade hooks.
Puff!
The jade hook shot out from behind the evil eye, bringing out a piece of rotten flesh.
The Demon Eye King was overjoyed, and the muscles all over his body rolled and squeezed out the wooden nails nailed to various joints.
"Beat the drum, beat the drum!" The officer in the distance was shocked. "The marshal released Wanyan Rentu, beat the drum immediately, notified the entire army to meet the enemy, and quickly went to invite the military advisor."
A soldier rushed to the war drum in panic, grabbed the drumstick and beat it hard.
Boom, boom, boom. With the sound of drums, the soldiers in the barracks surged in, and in the blink of an eye they were crowded. When they saw clearly the situation in the school grounds, they found that the Northern Dynasty people who had almost broken the city had been massacred and freed, and there was an uproar.
"Array, array!"
The two senior generals who arrived shouted.
Amidst the clanging armor, the first few hundred soldiers who arrived quickly formed a square formation, holding spears and aiming at the Wanyan massacre in the distance. They only waited for the order from their superiors before launching a charge.
Fu Qingyang stood still and nodded slightly towards the Demon Eye King, meaning, start your performance.
"Tch, that's really annoying." Demon Eye Tiansheng sneered, then knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "Wanyan Rentu, is willing to submit to the Southern Dynasty and be loyal to Yang Shuai."
The sound was rolling, like thunder, exploding in the ears of all the soldiers, turning the seriousness on their faces into dullness, and the fighting spirit in their eyes melted away.
Fu Qingyang was neither surprised nor happy, calm and composed: "Yes!"
For a moment, the school grounds fell silent.
In the marshal's barracks, the Demon Eye King was sitting in front of a square table, showing off a big mouthful of white rice. The table was filled with chickens, ducks, fish and sheep, with only bones and scraps left.
The soldiers in the kitchen lined up to bring the food, carefully looked at the ferocious Wanyan Rentu, put down the food, lowered their heads and walked away quickly.
Outside the barracks, a large number of soldiers and middle-level generals gathered to watch. Everyone was still confused. They couldn't imagine that the notorious Wanyan Rentu would surrender and be loyal to Marshal Yang.
As we all know, Marshal Yang got the position of Cavalry General only because of his family background, and became the Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces because of his sister, who has a beautiful mother. In essence, he is just a kid from an aristocratic family who is slightly better than a straw bag.
How could such a person conquer Wanyan Rentu?
But if Wanyan Rentu had not surrendered sincerely, he would have had enough time to escape just now. After all, the army had not yet been assembled at that time, and no one could stop him.
Staying here proves that the surrender is certain.
For the first time, the lieutenants of the army were curious and praised the young marshal, so they gathered outside the barracks and lingered.
In the barracks, the Demon Eye King patted his belly and exhaled a sigh of satisfaction: "I'm full. I haven't eaten in many years and I feel like I have become less human."
He was seriously injured and Lingjun's treatment could not completely cure him, but he was not in danger and injecting the life source fluid would be a waste, so he chose to eat to recover.
"My main mission has appeared, to repel the Northern Dynasty army or defend the capital." said the Demon Eye King.
"Me too!" Fu Qingyang nodded.
"Where is Yuanshi Tianzun?" Demon Eye King looked at the four teammates: "Why don't you see him?"
"Maybe I met my beloved concubine in the palace." Lingjun said: "Damn it, this guy can still sleep with women after entering the dungeon. Why? Is he an illegitimate son from the spiritual realm?"
Zhao Chenghuang explained: "We suspect that he is the king of subjugation."
He looked at Lingjun, frowned and said: "This copy is the king of subjugation. If Yuanshi really becomes the king of the Southern Dynasties, then he is the most dangerous."
The Demon Eye King hurriedly said: "Retreat to the capital!"
Fu Qingyang shook his head slightly: "If we retreat to the capital, we will lose strategic depth. Linxia is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and the food reserves are sufficient to resist the enemy. Even if Linxia is not defended, we can still consume the enemy. If we abandon the city at this time, we will not be able to take much money and food with us.
, which is tantamount to setting up an enemy, and has no chance of winning."
At this time, the soldiers hurriedly came to report: "Marshal, the military advisor wants to see you."
Military advisor? Everyone looked at each other, and the Demon Eye King muttered:
"In my character information, your military advisor in the Southern Dynasties is very powerful. It was he who planned to capture me. The military advisor may be Yuanshi Tianzun."
Lingjun said hurriedly: "Hurry up and invite the military advisor."
The soldiers turned and left. After a while, a handsome man with a face like a crown of jade entered the barracks. He held his head high, looked at everyone with his nostrils, and said in surprise: "Hey, why are there only a few of you?"
The visitor is none other than the protagonist Xia Hou Aotian.
"Will I be captured by such a person? Does the spiritual realm look down on me?" the Demon Eye King said with empty eyes.
"Yuan Shi is indeed a foolish king." Fu Qingyang's heart sank.
Seeing that it was Xiahou Aotian who came, not Yuanshi Tianzun, Tianxia Guihuo and Zhao Chenghuang looked disappointed. In the next second, their expressions changed.
"Oops, everyone with brains is here."
"It's bad, all the capable people are here."
Over there in the capital
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
Zhang Yuanqing was awakened by the sound of a urn. He opened his eyes and saw the bright yellow curtain hanging low. He was lying on the bed. The bed was very soft.
The girl in my arms is even softer.
In his arms was curled up a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, a petite girl like a lamb. Zhang Yuanqing could feel the girl's delicate and soft body under the quilt, and the fatigue after her first menstruation hung on her pretty little face.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
The shouting continued. Zhang Yuanqing looked sideways and saw a burly eunuch in purple standing outside the curtain at the entrance of the palace, with his hands on his hips and calling loudly.
Call you ancestor? Zhang Yuanqing was so sleepy that he instinctively scolded: "Back off!"
The eunuch in purple turned and left.
Zhang Yuanqing groaned softly and felt severe pain all over his body, chest tightness, shortness of breath, and gastrointestinal discomfort. His body seemed to be sick.
Sick? He was immediately shocked!
Will Dangdang Day Tour God get sick?
Zhang Yuanqing sat up suddenly, and then felt his eyebrows burning, and the sun appeared on his forehead, revealing a fragmented memory.
PS: Correct typos first and then correct them.
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