Boom... Boom... Boom...
The war drums sounded on the top of Liangjie Mountain City. The desolate and long drumbeats were like flames, making every soldier's blood boil.
An old man in a purple robe stood in the sky with his feet on the sky, holding a golden mixed-bristle brush in his hand. Apart from the golden light, the brush looked very ordinary except for a large translucent white goose on the top, flapping its wings and singing loudly, as if it wanted to pick up those monsters with its mouth.
The spiritual objects formed by powerful literary treasures are usually ferocious creatures such as dragons and tigers, but the spiritual object formed by this literary treasure pen is a goose. It seems a bit ridiculous, but Fang Yun was overjoyed when looking at the pen. He didn't expect to see a semi-saint literary treasure as soon as he reached the Liangjie Mountain.
One of the three sacred pens of calligrapher Wang Xizhi, replaced by a goose pen.
Wang Xizhi loved geese very much. Once he saw a group of beautiful geese in Kuaiji and wanted to buy them from their owner. The owner was an old scholar. When he saw Wang Xizhi, he did not ask for money, but only asked Wang Xizhi to write the "Book of Changes" in exchange for the geese. Wang Xizhi agreed, and left the book to exchange for the geese.
As soon as the Goose Changing Pen appeared, it emitted a golden light that illuminated an area of ten feet. At the moment the purple-robed old man raised the Goose Changing Pen to the top, the white goose flapped its wings. Fang Yun seemed to see the two white wings covering an area of thirty thousand miles. The sky and the earth darkened and it was suffocating.
Afterwards, the Goose Pen fell, and Fang Yun's heart tightened, and he instinctively felt a crisis, because at this moment the Goose Pen was like a mountain thousands of feet high falling from the sky. If it hit the ground, the ground would crack, and if it fell into the sea, the sea would be empty. If this pen fell on the Liangjie Mountain, the entire Liangjie Mountain would collapse.
As the pen falls on the holy page, all the stars shine.
The purple-robed scholar was surrounded by thick starlight, like the master of heaven and earth.
This goose pen seems to absorb the starlight from all over the world and turn it into poetry.
The tip of the pen touches the paper, the war poem is instantly completed, and the precious light flashes.
The poem "Changwu" written before the battle.
The king has ordered his ministers to
The great ancestor of Nanzhong is the emperor’s father.
Reorganize my six divisions to improve my military strength.
Be respectful and cautious, and benefit this southern country...
The holy page burned, and the sky suddenly spread out a translucent battlefield of one hundred thousand miles. An emperor led hundreds of millions of soldiers to personally lead the army.
The vast battlefield of one hundred thousand miles exploded, transforming into countless brilliant stars that fell like rain, covering the mountain walls of the two worlds.
There were 70,000 people fighting in one section of the Liangjie Mountain wall, and 140,000 people preparing for battle. There were a total of 50 sections, with a total number of more than 10 million. However, in an instant, everyone gained the power of the expedition poem, and everyone's body instantly became bigger, their bones strengthened, their muscles bulged, their hidden diseases disappeared, and their strength increased.
Fang Yun felt that the university scholar's robe on his body was almost torn apart. He clenched his fist lightly and felt an infinite power flowing in his body. If the Demon Lords did not use the power of Qi and blood, he could tear countless Demon Lords apart with his bare hands.
The soldiers in the literary world looked at themselves and the people around them excitedly. The effect of the send-off ceremony they received in the literary world was completely different from that here.
At least one needs a student's body to be able to compete with the monster people, and a scholar's body to be able to compete with the monster soldiers, but now every soldier feels that he can fight against the monster soldiers without losing.
Fang Yun looked at the surprised literary soldiers with a smile. Without this kind of power, ordinary soldiers of the human race would not be able to fight against the monsters at all. What's more, this was only written by a great scholar. If it was written by a semi-saint himself, ordinary soldiers could even be comparable to monster generals without using their qi and blood.
Feeling the strength in their bodies, everyone on the city wall was filled with confidence.
War poems are far more powerful than any words of encouragement.
The armies on the city walls began to deploy their battle formations, which were mostly similar. All the soldiers were thirty feet away from the north wall, and by then this place would be filled with war poetry soldiers.
The soldiers at the front all held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, and behind them were soldiers holding spears.
Further back, there are all archers. These archers are equipped with swords. There are a large number of spears, swords and axes placed at the back of the team. Once the monsters approach, these archers will quickly change weapons.
Fang Yun took one last look at the barbarians charging outside the city, turned away from the north city wall, stepped on Pingbu Qingyun, and flew towards the rear of the army.
"Form the formation!" Fang Yun gave the order while flying.
The formation of the Pearl River Army was initially no different from that of other armies. The frontmost soldiers were thirty feet away from the north city wall, followed by melee soldiers, and then archers.
However, unlike the neatly-organized archers of other armies, the archers of the Pearl River Army were divided into two large armies, with a certain angle between the two armies, forming a nearly "V" shape.
The soldiers from the nearby armies looked at them in surprise, then shook their heads slightly and ignored the Pearl River Army, while many generals of the Qishan Army could not help but sneer.
Gou Bao, Marquis of Qishan, was about to open his mouth to sneer, but remembering that it was wartime, he shut his mouth and smiled contemptuously.
A Qishan Army general whispered, "I heard that Zhang Longxiang was studying the formation in Zhucheng, and he had been practicing at the Liangjie Mountain training ground a few days ago. I thought he was just studying, but who would have thought he would actually dare to use it at Liangjie Mountain. The looks on the faces of the generals from the Ancient Land and Shengyuan Continent are like they are watching a monkey show."
Gou Bao chuckled and said, "He is much dumber than you see. You see, among the various armies, only 40,000 of the 70,000 troops have archers. Even the Wudang Flying Army, which mainly uses bows and crossbows, only has 50,000 archers. However, his Pearl River Army has 60,000 archers among the 70,000. Look at those archers, many of them are just novices who have been training for one or two months. Fortunately, the blessing of the valiant poem can cover up the archers' lack of skills, otherwise, they will definitely become a laughing stock."
"It doesn't matter if he becomes a laughing stock in the world, the key is not to implicate us. There are 60,000 archers in the 70,000-man army. If the monsters rush into the camp, the whole army will be annihilated and unable to fight back. Many years ago, various armies tried this extreme method, but the bloody facts tell us that any army with an unbalanced proportion will become a breakthrough point for the monsters and then be destroyed!"
"I don't think the Pearl River Army can hold out for three days!"
"Three days? You overestimate Zhang Longxiang. I think it will take at most one and a half days!"
Fang Yun calmly watched the monsters in the north of the city approaching quickly.
After the 60,000 archers and crossbowmen were arranged in formation, the crossbowmen in the front were just making preparations, while the archers in the back had already started drawing their bows.
The scholars and officers were evenly scattered everywhere. While the archers were drawing their bows, they began to discuss military matters on paper and write poems about strong archery that they were good at.
After a few breaths, all kinds of lights flashed on the city wall. Those lights fell on the archers, and then the bows and arrows they touched also had a very faint light.
Each brigade of archers was led by a scholar, and each of them used the Tongue Thunder to give orders. They accurately controlled the range of the Tongue Thunder and did not interfere with each other, so that every soldier could hear clear orders.
"Get the arrows!"
"Draw the bow!"
"Raise your bow!"
Afterwards, the engineers and scholars in charge of measurement in each army held a Lu Ban ruler and cooperated with a dozen good archers to shoot and measure the distance. The distance and shooting angle were announced and conveyed by the officers of each army.
"Test firing!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
A sky full of long arrows flew into the sky. Under the power of various war poems such as the Strong Bow Poem, these long arrows seemed to ignore the air. After reaching the highest point, they began to fall downwards at a faster speed with the power of the war poems.
Most of the long arrows fell five miles away!
.(To be continued.)