"waste!"
A loud demonic cry resounded through the sky, and then a sandstorm arose in the demon camp, expanding rapidly, soon sweeping over hundreds of miles and covering the sky and the sun.
The wind and sand even blew onto the walls of Liangjie Mountain, making it impossible to open one's eyes.
People on the city wall looked at the gray sandstorm ahead and sighed.
"What a pity! This great demon king is at least at the level of a great khan, or even an emperor. He should be only slightly weaker than the demon emperor. His roar can wake up all the demons."
"I have heard the voice of this king. He should be one of the ten great khans in the Monster City. This kind of defeat is not worthy of the emperor's action, let alone the Monster King. After all, the strongest among all the emperors in the monster world can be called the Monster King."
"In my opinion, the monsters will cancel their attack on the city tonight. Zhang Mingzhou's poem just now has already made the monsters retreat. The monsters are also intelligent creatures. They will feel tired after attacking the city day and night."
"Hard to say."
The sandstorm slowly receded, and the monsters that were attacking the city all gathered more than ten miles away. They did not dare to attack the city, nor did they dare to escape. A few monsters with weaker strength even died with blood coming out of all their orifices. They were not killed by humans, nor did they commit suicide. They were most likely shaken to death by the voice of the Great Khan.
Fang Yun glanced at all the monsters outside Liangjie Mountain and found that many of them had red light flashing in their eyes. This was a rare phenomenon, which meant that the minds of these monsters were wavering. If they fought now, their strength would drop by at least 30%.
When the human race saw that the monsters did not attack, they immediately cleared the walls of the boundary mountain and prepared for the next battle.
Some university scholars expressed their gratitude to Fang Yun for his eloquent speech.
Soon, not only people on the city wall, but also people in the entire Liangjie Mountain knew that Zhang Longxiang, the Grand Secretary of the literary world, had defeated thousands of troops with a poem.
Many scholars in the literary world even walked up to Fang Yun and bowed to express their gratitude in person. They knew very well that Fang Yun not only saved the soldiers of various countries, but also restored the reputation of the entire literary world.
Only Gou Bao and Prince Jing acted as if nothing had happened and did not say a word to Fang Yun. However, Marquis Shangwu, who was also a Grand Secretary of the State of Chu, was different from the other two and thanked Fang Yun.
Time passed slowly, and the monsters never attacked the city.
A full hour later, a melodious horn suddenly sounded in the Yaoman City.
All the soldiers' muscles tensed up the moment they heard the horn, but after listening for a while, they found that the monsters were retreating quickly, and they immediately remembered that the horn was a truce horn for the monsters!
"Victory!" someone suddenly shouted excitedly.
"Victory!" Millions of people roared excitedly, and many people shouted and jumped, cried and laughed.
The Battle of Bi Can has been going on for more than a year. Even if the demons took a break, they only stopped for a few hours and never blew a ceasefire. Today is the first time that the demons blew a ceasefire.
Once the truce horn is blown, the monsters will rest for at least two days.
However, those old scholars who participated in the first battle of the Two Realms Mountain had mixed feelings, because during the first battle of the Two Realms Mountain, the monsters would attack again extremely fiercely every time after a ceasefire, often causing heavy damage to the human race.
Most soldiers didn't know or care what the monsters would be like in the future. The joy of victory after defeating them for the first time was more important than anything else.
Afterwards, the Liangjieshan Military Department issued an order to start the rotation of guards, allowing the army that had not participated in the battle for more than ten days to go up to the city wall for guard, while the troops participating in today's battle went up and down the city wall to rest.
However, the literary army is an exception. They have to stay on the city wall for three days. This is the rule.
Many literary and artistic officers sighed and could only obey orders.
It was still dark and the soldiers from the civil world continued to rest on the city wall, but most of them fell asleep peacefully.
After being baptized by Fang Yunsheng's poems, the morale of the literary and artistic officers and men was extremely good, and many of them were no longer afraid of this blood-soaked city wall.
Some soldiers who couldn't sleep were chatting in low voices. I don't know who started it, but these people actually recited the poem "Hearing the Flute in the Two World Mountains" in a low voice in order to fall asleep.
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.
This poem can only be transformed into reality and form real power if it is stimulated by the holy page. It will not work if it is just recited by oneself. However, the effect of the holy page poem written by Fang Yun himself still remains in the bodies of these soldiers. In addition, the current Wenqu Star light is no longer what it used to be, and the Wenqu Star power is extremely strong. All those who recite this poem can actually stimulate the power of this poem, and their emotions become more stable.
Under the silver moon, nearly three million literary men were snoring.
The three great scholars guarding the city glanced at the wall of Jieshan with smiles on their faces. This was the quietest night in Liangjieshan in more than a year.
Fang Yun smiled and continued to sit on Pingbu Qingyun, one thought on alert and the other on reading.
The generals of the Pearl River Army originally wanted to look for Fang Yun, but when they found that Fang Yun was resting with his eyes closed, they did not disturb him and gathered together to whisper.
"Scaring off thousands of demons and making the demon world stop fighting for a few days, what a great achievement this is?" Wang Li looked at the others excitedly.
"It's hard to say. This achievement is both great and small. What if someone looks down on our literary world and says that it doesn't count as a military achievement because we failed to kill the monster? What can we do?"
"You're right. It's a headache."
"No, I don't think the great scholars of Liangjie Mountain are so short-sighted. Any scholar with a little bit of brains will know what 'buying horse bones from a thousand miles away' means. Even if we are from the literary world, our status is low. As long as we are given great military merits this time, it will surely inspire other armies."
"But, what if there are great scholars in Liangjie Mountain who have prejudices against people in the literary world..."
"Oh, it's really heartbreaking. I was thinking about it so much when I didn't have any military merits. Now that I may have some, I'm even more worried."
"We can only wait. We will know after breakfast tomorrow whether someone from the Ministry of War will come."
"I just heard Gou Bao muttering sourly, saying that it was just a poem and he couldn't even kill a demon."
"It is chilling that a great scholar can be so incompetent. However, it is hard to say anything now that his military achievements have not been determined. It is okay to wait until tomorrow to talk about it!"
"Well, let's wait until tomorrow."
The night was peaceful, and after daybreak, the fourteen literary armies of Liangjie Mountain rose up one after another.
There is no washing or brushing teeth on the city wall. Even if you want to relieve yourself, you have to take turns going to the toilet inside the city wall, and there is a time limit.
Soon, the lifting mechanism brought breakfast and water to the top of the city wall. The army guarding the city wall ate first, and the literary army ate later.
Just after breakfast, Qu Tong and Jie Bingzhi, the scholars from the Wenjie Division who were responsible for communicating with the Pearl River Army, ran towards Fang Yun excitedly.
"Master Zhang, good news! The Pearl River Army has been included in the military merit book, and is ranked 95th. The Ministry of War will soon send someone to issue a commendation document!"
Xie Bingzhi's voice instantly made the Zhujiang Army boil, and all the soldiers were extremely excited.
The nearby Qishan Army was in deathly silence, especially Qishan Marquis Gou Bao, who stared blankly at Fang Yun, then took a few quick steps, turned around, walked to the city wall, and looked in the direction of the military merit book.
.(To be continued.)