Under the large flag fluttering in the wind, the undulating hamlet towers connected to each other between the ever-widening wooden walls. Behind were busy soldiers, and the people who were rushing to help. The galloping horses came and went between the camps, and loud shouts came from time to time.

Lu Yunfei stood at a high place and looked at the tall city wall in front of him. This was the first time he had really seen Haojing when he lived in the south. Even if he was just facing part of this outer city wall, he had already deeply felt the majesty and spectacle of this world's most powerful city.

On his back, a pair of steel guns shone in the scorching sun. The reason why it was so shiny was not because he maintained his weapons well, but because his original pair of silver guns had been destroyed by the killing move of the Tiger Emperor's assassination half a month ago.

At this moment, Lu Yunfei still remembered that night, he stabbed a group of military generals and shot him with an astonishing power. The silver spear that had been with him for many years broke down, and he was also in a mess and almost died.

That night, the sword formation arranged by the military advisor and the siege of many masters almost made the sword formation on the spot. Although the military advisor was rehearsing the sword formation again and again, it had played a role, but even the masters of the sect saint level were almost caught in it and could not escape, which was still a bit shocking.

Unlike other soldiers, most of the rebels joined the battle to counterattack Manhu in the spring, but Lu Yunfei and the team he led started from attacking Bashu in winter last year and fought until now. In a blink of an eye, it seemed that a year would pass in another two or three months.

These days, Lu Yunfei's skin has become much darker than when he was eating large meat bowls on Jianyanling. His figure standing on the wall of the village was as tall as his steel gun. His thrilling experience of escaping under the powerful enemy of the sect saint-level master did not frustrate him, but instead made him more determined. He was born and died many times on the battlefield, and his martial arts changed his former skill and became steady and sharp.

Although not long after the Xuan Qi was soaring, Lu Yunfei was already considered a "grandmaster" level in terms of strength, he knew clearly that at that time, Yu Wuxue actually had no deeper understanding, and the leap in strength had nothing to do with him. Almost every person around him had a huge increase in strength.

Now, although he had not learned more tricks, he began to realize that the real progress in his martial arts, the originally flashy silver spear had turned into the now indomitable steel spear. He stood at the high place, looking at the indestructible city wall ahead, and what aroused his heart was the fighting spirit of never retreating, and the determination to become stronger no matter what.

Although the scorching sun is vicious, the wind on this day is quite fierce.

In the evening, a transport team came from the rear, and it was Mr. Mei Jian, the leader of the martial arts world. Lu Yunfei brought people to receive them, and boxes of shells were moved out of the car.

The showers a few days ago made most of the firearms in the army no longer available. Although the artillery was well-equipped, it was actually just a bluff. At this moment, the arrival of a new batch of shells means that the siege battle to attack Haojing can be truly launched.

"General Lu." said Mr. Mei Jian, "The food transport line in the rear has basically been cleared. The Grand Marshal himself is in charge. The subsequent military funds will be transported to the 6th. After the Grand Marshal asked us to submit the service here, we will obey the orders in front of the general's tent and attack Haojing, but if there is any need, just give orders."

Lu Yunfei quickly said, "The leader is highly respected, how dare the last general?"

Mr. Mei Jian said: "General, don't be polite. When it comes to personal fighting, I may have some strengths, but compared to battlefield battles and siege in cities, we are far less than the general. Since we are here, we should naturally obey the general's orders. Put China first and do not refuse."

Lu Yunfei said: "Then there will be the leader of the labor force."

On the second day, with a cannon, the battle to attack Haojing officially began. At this time, the south of the Qinling Mountains had basically been controlled by the Chinese side, and the north of the Qinling Mountains had been recovered one by one. In the next few days, more Chinese troops came to fight in this direction after sweeping away the barbarian troops of the surrounding states...

***

The upper reaches of the Long River, southern Huozhou.

At this time, Bai Zijin's expression was extremely solemn.

The army had been assembled, and on the hill ahead was the mountain where Shen Ce Zongbei gathered reinforcements from the north and south, and the retreating remaining troops of the states, and re-developed defense lines. For the barbarian army, Huozhou is an important prefecture that must not be completely controlled by the Chinese side. Once this place is completely controlled by the Chinese side, the Tiger Emperor in Haojing will be unlikely to have a way out.

For the Chinese side, if the life of the Swordsman in the Central Plains can be completely left in the Central Plains, the barbarian tribes will collapse immediately. The Leopard King has been destroyed and the Falcon has disappeared. The "evil figure" of Shen Ce Zongbei is now considered infamous among the barbarian tribes. As long as the Swordsman dies, he will never be able to maintain the unity of the barbarian tribes.

When facing Shen Ce Zongbei, even Bai Zijin, the ghost military advisor, did not dare to be careless at all. However, at this time, the Zong army, who should have moved here as soon as possible in the plan, did not arrive as scheduled when they joined forces to attack Shen Ce Zongbei.

What happened? Bai Zijin stared at the sand table in front of him. Judging from the current situation, there should be no barbarian army or Tianxiao army that could delay the pace of Sozo.

After all, after the barbarians invaded China and fell into the hands of the barbarian army south of the long river, they survived the current Zong family army on the territory of the barbarian army. Their strong fighting spirit and absolute military discipline were still the only ones who were the Red Turban Army led by Baizi Jin.

In this situation where the entire barbarian army has gradually collapsed, which enemy has delayed the advance of the Zong family army?

The situation on the battlefield was originally deceitful and changeable, and no one dared to win easily without the last moment. Although others were good at using strange strategies, they were actually more cautious than anyone else. Faced with this unexpected situation, they frowned tightly.

That night, a elite cavalry left overnight and rushed to the northwest. The leader was Hong Niangzi, who led the strongest group of masters in the Red Turban Army, including Zhuo Tianhao, the "Cloud-piercing Arrow" and Liang Chuchu, who was the original Arrow Ten. The number of people was not too large, but only a few hundred, but all of them were elite.

This army, traveled day and night, finally arrived at the station of the Zong family army. The Hongniang wore a red dress with arrow sleeves, holding a glasses in her hand, and looked at the barracks ahead. The broken camp obviously experienced the most violent attack, and could not see the living people or any movement.

The Hongniang waved his hand, and Zhuo Tianhao immediately led fifty people and galloped forward. The Hongniang led the other people and horses to prepare to withdraw at any time. The dust was flying, and Zhuo Tianhao took fifty cavalry and entered the village cautiously. The village was silent. The Hongniang waited for a long time and waited here before he saw them turn out and made a safe gesture to this side.

"Let's go!" The Hongniang led the crowd and rode his horse forward.

When she came to Zhuo Tianhao, she asked, "What happened? The Zong family army has withdrawn?"

Even Zhuo Tianhao, who had been through many battles, had a pale face at this moment: "Die...all are dead."

In fact, even if he didn't say it, at this moment, Hong Niangzi and others had already smelled the smell of blood... that monstrous blood.

Five hundred cavalry entered the military camp, and then they all had their scalp and were covered with broken corpses everywhere, almost unable to resist, and were slaughtered unilaterally. A general's armor was completely powdered, and the body in the armor had been broken into countless pieces, and such a situation was almost everywhere.

Even Hong Niang couldn't help but feel chilled from the bottom of her heart at this moment. What kind of enemy did the Zong family army, who could persevere along the way, faced with the successive enemy? Or, it was not a human army at all, but a demon soldier composed of demons?

Otherwise, how could it be so powerful?

They came all the way to the center, where they found Souma's body. Souma and the dozen masters who protected him around him all died. The Red Lady looked at the rolled land and the surrounding buildings that were tilted in one direction at the same time. She paced back and forth. After a long time, she sighed: "One move! Everyone here... dies under one move."

Everyone else was disgusted. There were many masters around General Souma Sect, but now they died in a powerful enemy's move.

In other words, it was an enemy of the sect saint level.

However, the massacre of tens of thousands of elite soldiers and generals in this entire military camp is not something that a master of the sect saint level can do.

What kind of enemies did they encounter?

It was clearly the midsummer and the heat was hot, but at this moment, there was a tremendous chill. The layers of broken corpses around it seemed to have become a hell that had become an endless stream, allowing everyone in it to feel indescribable fear.

And this fear is about to sweep across the entire land of China.

***

The attack on Haojing almost unfolded day and night without stopping.

With the strength of the Haojing wall, even the artillery could not be destroyed. It could only be to constantly suppress the city and then send people to attack. A large number of Momen came to support and created a large number of siege equipment. When the barbarian army attacked Haojing, it did not take much effort. At this moment, under the tenacious resistance of the barbarian army, the city of Haojing was high and deep, but it was taken to the extreme, which has to be said to be a great irony.

The robbery of the city wall never stopped, and many martial arts masters even climbed to the wall through wooden armors such as cloud ladders created by the Mozhe. Under the personal leadership of the Tiger Emperor, the barbarian army showed extraordinary resilience. Every inch of the city wall is bloody. In just over ten days, countless people died in the battle.

Amid the banging explosion, blood and flesh flew everywhere. A cloud ladder was put on, and the arrow billet was caught. The buckle made of fine steel was difficult to untie in a short time. A barbarian soldiers rushed over, smashed huge rocks among the ground, poured tinder oil, and some people fell down, and a fire rose up. With a shout, some masters climbed up the wall, and some barbarian warriors came to fight. After a short battle, the spear stabbed next to him pierced the man's belly, and the man and the man and the gun fell to the city.

In one of the sections, the crossbow cart with hundreds of tigers running together shot dense arrows, and the artillery fire from afar came, and the hard rock cracked the wall under the crossbow cart. But that was all. Bang, a long iron arrow flew out with the iron chain and nailed into the city wall, and gravel fell down. After several repetitions, four long iron chains were pulled up. In the shield cart under the city, two ink men continued to operate, and the crossbow bombarded the wooden armor, and the built-in gunpowder exploded, and the flames splashed everywhere. The two ink men screamed in the fire.

There was a loud roar from behind, and at least two hundred strong men pushed the moving wooden wall. The iron chain vibrated. The wooden wall, driven by the built-in mechanism, locked the iron chain and formed a slope on the city wall. The crowd rushed up, and the fire was thrown out, and the fire was rising, and the roaring was angry. The barbarians next to the crossbow chariot stepped up to place the crossbow. With a shout, someone came to kill, and the mysterious energy surged, and a warrior intercepted it, and the evil spirit soared into the sky. In the battle of thunder, killing and being killed, repeated tug-of-war.

In the palace, he was so anxious that he was alone, sitting on the dragon throne on the steps, looking at the empty hall, silent.

The sound of artillery fire in the outer city cannot be heard here. The crying that enveloped the entire capital was also blocked by the imperial city. Some people were forced to push up the city and carry big rocks, and there was a miserable atmosphere everywhere.

However, sitting here is a peaceful atmosphere. The downward steps give people a feeling of being condescending, as if the whole world is at their feet.

But it is just a semi-closed hall, why does it feel more majestic and great than the whole world?

The silence of the stern sting was obviously a rare and precious experience that not everyone could have. At this moment, when he thought about it carefully, even he felt strange... and even a little scared.

There is no smoke of gunpowder or war, as if you can have everything as long as you want, and anything you don’t want will disappear in front of you. Is this the power of the emperor? Or is it the emperor’s self-deception?

It was actually the first time since he ascended the throne that he had truly sat here. Before that, he always consciously avoided this place.

However, now, seeing that this place no longer belongs to him, somehow, he is actually a little obsessed.

What would his "New Dynasty" look like in history books thousands of years later? What would he look like in history books? He really wanted to know, although what he could imagine was... there would be no good words.

He stood up and walked down, and in this way, he walked to the hall. The old Yan Shenggong was trembling in front of him. He stood in front of the old man and looked at the sky outside the imperial city: "You said, how will you evaluate me in the history books of China in the future?"

The old man hurriedly said, "Your Majesty is the virtue of the world and is trembling with the nine states. You can compare with Yanhuang from above, but you are not inferior to Yao and Shun from below. The new dynasty is pioneered, and the blessings of all peoples are for thousands of people." The old man bent down deeply.

Emperor Huzhi burst into tears and laughed, patted the old man on the shoulder: "It's very good!"
Chapter completed!