Most of the soldiers couldn't fall asleep, but a few couldn't hold on and fell into a drowsy sleep.
The soldiers in the literary world are too tired, not physically tired, but mentally tired.
They couldn't imagine that the battle in the Two Worlds Mountain would be so brutal. Even if the battle between the literary world and the barbarians was ten times more brutal, it was still far inferior to this place.
What was happening on the top of Jieshan City didn't seem to be a war, but more like a competition to see who would die more.
"The wall of Liangjie Mountain is like a meat grinder." Fang Yun sighed lightly.
Fang Yun sat upright on Pingbu Qingyun, closed his eyes, and observed the outside world while remaining vigilant, while reading and studying in the world of strange books.
Fang Yun heard many soldiers talking in low voices.
"I miss home..."
"Who wouldn't want to? These two world mountains are too scary. Those demon kings are simply monsters. One punch can kill everyone within a hundred feet. The key is the large number. There are actually thousands of demon kings and barbarian kings in one siege."
"But the Holy Academy is really powerful. They were able to kill so many demon kings and barbarian kings with just the machinery."
"Look at those people who risked their lives to retrieve the arrows and you will know that the mechanism that can hurt the Demon King and the Barbarian King can be used many times. In the end, it will have to be paid for with human lives."
"When I came here, I wanted to kill the demons and bring honor to my family, but now I know that once I officially go to the battlefield, I don't know how I will die."
"Thinking back to the time when the wolf demon king killed tens of thousands of people with one move, my scalp tingled, and all I could see before my eyes were the broken bodies of those soldiers..."
"Forget it, let's not talk about this and have a good sleep."
"can not fall asleep."
Everyone was talking in a low voice, when suddenly, a soldier from the Pearl River Army stood up abruptly, stepped on others and ran while shouting wildly.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I don't want to die! I don't want to..."
Many people who were half asleep were awakened, tens of thousands of people stood up with weapons in their hands, constantly turning their heads to look around, and the entire Pearl River Army was almost boiling.
Before the man could finish his words, he was knocked unconscious by a nearby battalion commander.
Fang Yun flew over quickly, and the other generals followed and carefully examined the soldier.
"He must have had a nightmare and is in trouble," Fang Yun said.
"That's right, but the atmosphere seems a little off..."
Fang Yun nodded and glanced at the Pearl River Army.
Most of the 210,000 Pearl River troops were like frightened birds, especially those who were just awakened. Their eyes were red and they were breathing heavily. If they were not still rational, they would have probably swung their swords and killed people indiscriminately.
However, this kind of thing cannot be prevented unless there is a great scholar to appease it. But Liangjie Mountain is testing nearly three million soldiers from the literary world, so it is impossible for a great scholar to take action.
"It's just a minor accident, continue to rest." Fang used his eloquence to comfort the soldiers of the Pearl River Army, but his words had no effect at all.
Fang Yun sighed lightly. There was no good solution at this time, otherwise other great scholars in the literary world would have already used it.
Time passed slowly, and at two o'clock in the morning, the soldiers were most sleepy. Some of them finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep.
But at this moment, the demon world once again launched a large-scale attack, with more than 300 demon kings and barbarian kings hiding in it.
Soon, tens of thousands of monsters rushed up the city walls, and the army in some sections of the city was forced to retreat.
The human army retreated, while the monsters advanced, immediately startling the literary soldiers who were still asleep.
"Oh no! The monsters are attacking the city wall!" A half-sleeping soldier from the civil world shouted and desperately ran towards the city, trampling countless soldiers along the way.
Afterwards, thousands of people nearby were startled. Before they could fully wake up, they found that a large number of monsters had already attacked the city wall. Without caring much else, they ran away screaming.
However, after a few breaths, people in the literary world were awakened everywhere, shouting wildly and fleeing in all directions.
"The camp exploded..." a general muttered to himself.
The camp roar means the camp will be blown up.
The military secretaries used their tongues like crazy, but it had no effect at all. Some of them used their literary power, but none of them had reached the third level of literary power. They could only wake up hundreds of people nearby.
If the bombing of the camp by nearly three million people cannot be stopped, not only will there be scenes of rout, trampling or indiscriminate killing, it will also affect the battle of the army in the front and may eventually lead to the collapse of the entire Liangjie Mountain!
"It's over..." Zhang Qingfeng muttered to himself.
"Even if the great scholar suppresses Ying Xiao, our literary world will lose face."
"Once the camp is blown up, the spirits of these soldiers will not be able to recover in the next month. They will be wiped out in a short period of time, just like other civil armies, or only a few thousand will be left."
"Look, the Grand Secretaries from other places are sneering, as if they had already expected the army of the literary world to roar."
"How despicable! Even if we in the literary world are weaker, they shouldn't look down on us like this!"
Many generals were extremely anxious, but they were helpless.
At the critical moment, Fang Yun took out a holy page from the seashell and started writing quickly.
The sand in front of the two mountains looks like snow.
The moon outside the Yaoman City is like frost.
I don't know where the reed pipe is blowing,
All the soldiers missed their homeland overnight.
Holy page poetry, turning the virtual into the real!
The poem page absorbed Fang Yun's talent, literary courage and the vitality of heaven and earth, and then burned. In the sky, a shadow of a flute hundreds of feet long appeared.
“Woo… Woo…”
The melodious and clear flute sounds rang out, full of great penetrating power.
People in different places hear different sounds.
The Qin soldiers in the northwest heard Xintianyou, the Chu soldiers in the south heard Wusheng, and the Yan soldiers in the north heard Muqu...
Not only were the humans affected by the sound of the holy page music, but even the monsters and barbarians within ten miles slowed down their attacks because they heard the songs from their hometown.
The 14th Army of the Wenjie Army all blew up their camps. A large number of soldiers were running and even took out their weapons, ready to swing. The next moment, nearly three million troops would suffer irreparable losses, but the sound of a flute was like cool river water washing their bodies, calming everyone down instantly.
Afterwards, a faint sense of sadness arose in the hearts of these people. They were no longer panicked, no longer afraid, and no longer ran. They stood there stupidly, missing their homeland.
All the soldiers missed their homeland overnight, and tens of thousands of tears were shed on the city wall.
Afterwards, a strange scene appeared. The demons at the level of demon lords or demon kings were just hesitant, but the demons at the level of demon generals, demon generals, demon soldiers or demon civilians suddenly lost their fighting spirit and turned around to flee!
Some monsters that had already attacked the city wall also slid down the wall and fled quickly.
Some demons even cried and shouted, wanting to see their parents and return to their tribe.
When the other demon lords and kings saw this, they dared not attack the city and could only flee.
The demons and barbarians are fleeing!
All the humans on the city wall were stunned, especially those Hanlin scholars, university secretaries and great scholars who were less affected. They never expected that a university scholar could cause thousands of monsters to collapse with just a holy poem.
Xie Bingzhi looked at Fang Yun, his eyes flashing with strangeness, and muttered to himself: "This Zhang Longxiang is too powerful. It was clearly the military roar of the literary world, but why did it cause the demons to explode and flee?"
After dozens of breaths, the soldiers on the city wall finally reacted and realized that they were affected by the power of poetry.
The soldiers from the literary world blushed immediately, returned to their original places in shame and continued to rest.
Hundreds of troops guarding the city walls stayed where they were, talking among themselves, trying to determine who had written the poem that scared away the barbarians.
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