The evil spirit is full of wildness, covering the sky and the sun.
The slowly advancing army of the God-given King did not have a neat formation. They were driven by the endless greed and unwillingness in their hearts, and driven by the disciples of the Holy Lotus Altar, they were forced to move towards the Huaxian city wall step by step.
Their clothes are messy, their armor and cloth armor are even blood-stained silk shirts, and the weapons they are holding are all kinds of.
At first glance, there is a world of difference from those well-disciplined mighty masters, and it seems that they are not worth fearing. However, the hostility and killing intent condensed in them are like a group of ferocious, cruel and extremely hungry beasts, with flesh and blood in their eyes and blood in their mouths. With saliva, roared.
The pilgrims from the holy lotus altar were in the middle of the army. They were holding prayer flags and bronze bells and other instruments. They listened to the sound coming from the rear, and then shook the instruments together, shouting loudly in their mouths.
The rebels began to change formations, and their footsteps were messy but organized, because they were following the banner beside them.
The army was distributed in the shape of a "mountain", giving way to two wide roads, and then a rough wooden frame tied with ropes was pushed over.
It doesn't look like catapults or artillery, that kind of heavy guys will slow down the journey, and it is impossible for the God-given King to march with them.
But Mo Li didn't dare to ignore it, because Fengxing Pavilion had already known from the city where the defeated army and the two rebel armies invaded, that the King of Heaven might have a powerful new type of siege weapon, and it was suspected that it was the Thunder Fire Bomb of the Thunder Hall. The variant, which looks crude, may be a temporary assembled base for easy disassembly and transportation.
Mo Li stroked the bow in his hand, although it was too light for him.
But to shoot the rebel generals from a long distance, bows and arrows are essential.
Mo Li stared at the messed up banners in the King's Army, and discerned how the holy lotus altar disciples who were shaking their prayer flags received orders.
- If it is a summons, who is calling them? If it is also the sound of the command flag or the listening instrument, how is this transmitted
He needs to find a node and cut off the node that can temporarily confuse the entire messenger system.
The army of the God-given King looked too chaotic, and Mo Li didn't understand the art of war, so he could only use the deadly method, staring at the every move of a holy lotus altar disciple and then following the vine. Thanks to his extraordinary eyesight, otherwise he wouldn't be able to find it at all.
"The destiny has fallen!"
"Jun Ziweixing!"
The cries outside the city became clearer.
"Blessed Saintess!"
"Give bronze arms and iron bones, bless three souls and six souls, and pass through the wonderful door of all dharmas!"
As the army advanced, the voices of the disciples of the Holy Lotus Altar became more and more urgent, and their expressions became mad.
Most of these cultists are just rudimentary, and they believe in those nonsense as fanatical as the people around them. When they shouted, the emotions were intense. This kind of unanimous shouting was the most inciting, making believers believe even more, and those who did not believe were also red-eyed, because the money, women, and even wealth and power they wanted were in front of them.
Whether it is cowardly, greedy, or fearful of death by nature, or cherishing selfish desires, they gradually lose their will to think for themselves in such a cry, and all that remains in their minds is—
"kill!"
The sound shook in all directions, and the anger rushed into the sky.
The soldiers on the city wall were pale, and even the old soldiers who had experienced the melee and infighting of the three kings of Chu Chu suddenly changed their colors.
"cheer."
The gray-haired old soldier calmed down, snorted fiercely, and shouted loudly.
The soldiers were still a little unable to recover. Now they understood why the 150,000 Jingzhou army was defeated, and why the people who fled to Huaxian brought the terrible rumors that "Fengdu Luoshan is now, and 100,000 evil spirits are coming". The legendary Fengdu happened to be in Yizhou. Don't these people look like ghosts rushing out of the gate of hell
"... It's not that you will fight face to face. You can't shoot arrows, can you throw rocks? Don't shake your hands, you bastard! I'm wrong, it's okay to shake, there are so many people that you can shoot and shoot whatever you want, and one will die!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, the old soldier slapped everyone on the shoulder one by one and cursed a bunch of local slang.
"Don't be stunned, as long as you are flesh and blood, you have to lie down. Since his mother is not afraid of death, why should we be soft? A group of people pretending to be ghosts, carrying them down to Huangquan, don't forget to ask King Yama if he recognizes them. Lord Ziweixing, what else is there to bless the Holy Maiden..."
When passing by Mo Li, the old soldier choked.
Nothing else, I always feel inappropriate to speak foul language in front of this unfathomable expert.
Unexpectedly, Mo Li felt that the atmosphere was not right, so stiff and unreasonable, he casually replied: "It's not worth the money."
Everyone turned to look at him blankly.
Mo Li realized that he was using the same slang term this time. He was silent for a while, and then embarrassedly changed it into official words: "It is said that there are thirty-six saintess in the holy lotus altar, and one dies to make up for one. As the saying goes, the saintess of the holy lotus altar are worthless."
Zhushan County also caught a saint last year, and Fengxing Pavilion doesn’t know about it. Of course, there are too far news websites in Pingzhou that can’t go there. The key is that there are really too many saints, and they run around with their faces covered. I don't know when one is missing and when one is added back.
Anyway, there are no powerful characters among these saintesses, and the martial arts are only second- or third-rate, and they are not good.
And the reason why the holy lotus altar needs them is that the people especially believe in the "white-clothed saintess". It doesn't matter whether it is Maitreya's true fairy godmother or the Zoroastrianism of the Western Regions of Fanbang, there is always a white-clothed fluttering white gauze mask. A saint with a magic weapon on her face.
The holy lotus altar is very ambitious, and the stalls are also large, and one saint is really not enough.
It is unavoidable to self-report in the world, and the identity of the saint of the holy lotus altar can make people laugh now.
Mo Li's mind was looking for the vanguard commander among the rebels, and if he didn't pay attention, he missed his mouth.
"Is that so much?"
The young soldier who came from a craftsman's family and insisted on stuffing arrows into the ink carp opened his mouth and asked stupidly, "Thirty-six saintess, can you afford it?"
Ink carp: "… "
Well, it is very practical to ask if you were born in poverty.
The leader of the Holy Lotus Altar, who was suspected of not being able to support thirty saintesses, was sitting in a carriage behind the army formation. The outside was richly decorated, and the inside was covered with expensive woolen blankets, which were top-quality goods brought by Hu merchants from the Western Regions. It takes ten taels of gold.
There is no luminous cup for wine and wine, which is easy to break and difficult to carry.
Master Luo was drinking suffocating wine. It was a jar of daughter-in-law presented by the congregation.
The screams of killing in the distance were loud, and the momentum was amazing. On weekdays, Master Luo would squint his eyes complacently, indulging in this feeling of controlling countless lives and deaths. Today he was in no mood, and even felt his voice harsh.
"How long will it take to enter the city?" Cult Master Luo threw the wine jar out and said angrily, "What are you doing?"
The people near the carriage are the high-level people of the Holy Lotus Altar. They enjoy the best treatment. Some good things that Luo Jiaozhu despises will naturally fall into their hands. Daughter Hong was broken, and the wine was overflowing, and she couldn't help feeling distressed. If you don't drink, don't drink, what are you doing
The King of Heaven has long planned to invade the Central Plains, and he has been hoarding food and grass, and naturally he is not allowed to make wine.
Eight out of ten Jianghu people are addicted to alcohol. After holding back for a long time, they would rather go out to expand their power for the Holy Lotus Altar, rather than continue to squat in Yizhou.
"The sect leader calms down, there are firearms from Pili Hall, and the city gate will soon be broken open."
Is Master Luo annoyed that he cannot enter the city? Of course not, he felt that someone was watching.
—The assassin stared at him.
- The assassin was not deceived by the puppet, he was still lurking around the camp, and even sneaked into the army.
On the first day, Cult Master Luo sneered in his heart and sent this idiot to the door. He is not that stupid puppet. As long as the assassin dares to show his face, he will never give him good fruit to eat.
On the second day, the sense of scrutiny did not increase but declined. Master Luo wondered for a while and guessed that the other party was determined to assassinate the God-given King. Since he could not find the existence of a suspected God-given King beside the Sect Master of the Holy Lotus Altar, the assassin decisively changed other search target.
Master Luo didn't dare to go to Zheng Tu to discuss this matter rashly. He even had a hint of the idea of watching a good show in his heart. Maybe the assassin could surprise him and add some trouble to Zheng Tu.
As a result, when I opened my eyes today, the sense of peeping came back, like a tarsus.
Master Luo was so angry that his face turned pale, he didn't have to think about it, he knew what Zheng Tu must have done, causing the assassin to doubt himself again.
Of course he is not afraid of mere assassins, but the assassins are too slippery. Master Luo failed to find them in the crowd after several deliberate searches. In order to stabilize the heart of the army, he couldn't leak the matter, so he could only take the opportunity to try and find out. Show the flaws of the assassin, such as smashing the wine jar like just now.
However, he failed to catch the assassin's tail every time, which led to the fact that in the eyes of others today, Master Luo's temper was soaring and it was extremely difficult to serve.
Master Luo's eyes swept over the subordinates with different expressions one by one, and slammed the curtain of the car with a cold snort.
"Bring me more wine!"
It is easy to get the wine, but it may be bad luck to send it in, and everyone shies away silently.
In the end, the hot potato fell into the hands of a saint.
The right eye socket of this saint was blue. She was the victim of Master Luo’s wrath this morning. She was so frightened that she kept shrinking in the corner and did not dare to approach the leader. However, no one would sympathize with her at the Holy Lotus Altar. The altar was jammed.
The Holy Maiden's arms were trembling, and she slowly approached the carriage with her head down.
"Shh."
The curtain of the carriage was suddenly pulled open, the saintess screamed, the whole person was picked up by the leader Luo, and the masked white gauze fell to the ground, revealing a charming face.
Master Luo glanced at her and threw the person away, and then he seemed to realize something, and asked with a livid face: "Wait, there is another saint?"
Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and for a while they didn't know what Master Luo was talking about.
On the contrary, the other saintess glanced around quickly, and at the same time found that there seemed to be a companion missing by their side.
"Sect Master, someone is mixing in!"
"... Summon all the saints!" Master Luo said with bruised blue veins on his forehead, gnashing his teeth.
Su Li hid under a carriage full of food and grass, quickly tore off the white gauze and white skirts on his body, and wrapped them around the axle, then took out a stick-like thing, lay on the ground and beat the wooden wheel, and then Slowly crawling out from the bottom of the car, his face full of dust, he pushed the cart.
The wheels were stuck and hard to push, and it didn't take long for someone to come to help.
Su Li made a clever effort, causing the two soldiers to throw too much force into a somersault, and suddenly they looked almost like him.
Stealing a glance at the guardian of the Holy Lotus Altar Incense, who was carrying people around with a stern face, Su Li knew that he had lost today's opportunity and could only withdraw from the camp and wait until the evening before making plans.
Although Master Luo had a high level of martial arts, and these masters of the Holy Lotus Altar had their own abilities, there were more than 50,000 people here, and it was really difficult to catch a killer with first-class hiding skills in time. Su Li calmly changed his identities several times and managed to get out. Just as he was looking at the city wall in the distance, he was thinking about whether to go to the wild to find a place to squat until it was dark or to enter Hua County in the chaos. The shadow of the sharp ghost whistling rose into the sky, as if it was about to be thrown towards the sun, and then fell quickly and accurately plunged into the range of the central army.
Su Li's pupils contracted, and regardless of the possibility of exposure, he lifted his body and followed the arrow's landing point.
The arrow couldn't bear the force in the middle and burst directly, and the scattered fragments were like hidden weapons, instantly killing four people, and another ten people fell to the ground with a scream of pain. They were lucky that the injury was not fatal, but A blood hole shining brightly on his limbs and body is also very terrifying.
The arrow without the arrow continued to fly forward, and when the whole wooden pole plunged into a sacred lotus altar protector, it took the person to fly back more than ten steps, overturning a group of people, and the army was in chaos. The people in front didn't know what was going on, and they were still manipulating the machinery to continue to attack the city.
The city gate could not hold up, revealing many stones blocked by Tim in the rear. Obviously, the people in Hua County never thought of retreating from the enemy, but were delaying.
Although the city gate is made of wood, it is very bulky and is sealed with special lacquer every year, making it difficult to burn.
The round wooden beating stones were constantly pushed down from the city wall, but unfortunately there were not enough of them, otherwise, this line of defense alone would have been able to hold it for a while.
"This… "
Su Li looked at the distance between the city wall and the central army in shock. Although he had heard that the sharpshooter on the grassland outside Guan could hit the prey far away, the length and strength were definitely beyond the range of the bow and arrow. Why, is there a top expert in Hua County