Almost all of the giant elephant army was killed, which meant that the human race regained the advantage.
Many readers, in addition to being excited, wanted to know what the war poem was, because this kind of war poem soldiers would appear among the human race for the first time.
Zhang Qingfeng smiled and said, "My Lord, you can make it public now. I saw with my own eyes that on your poem page, there are the original and handed down treasure lights!"
Everyone on the Jieshan city wall was stunned, and then they suddenly realized.
The scholars of Qishan Army were pale as they all knew what it meant for a poem to have the aura of the original and the aura of being handed down from generation to generation.
Fang Yun was wearing green clothes, stepping on white clouds, and slowly descending.
Many people bowed their heads slightly to welcome him back.
Military strategist Bai Jizu said with a smile: "What a joyful killing! We have won the battle, so there is no need to hide it. You can see it directly by going to the literary or theoretical list."
"The name of this poem is "Song of Victory." Fang Yun smiled and shut up after he finished speaking. Everyone had no choice but to pick up the official seal.
As expected, this poem appeared on the list of essays and discussions by university scholars.
Soon, scholars everywhere were reciting it softly.
Five thousand soldiers marched across the night with their mouths sealed.
The secret military symbol order is clear.
In the narrow alleys,
Killing monsters is like killing grass without making any sound.
Many readers read slowly, word by word, savoring the poem slowly. After reciting the entire poem, their backs were wet with cold sweat.
"Reading this poem in conjunction with the previous scene at the elephant camp, I felt a murderous aura, as if I were surrounded by five thousand assassins."
"This poem is very different from ordinary war poems. It does not directly describe the battle scene, but the line 'Killing monsters is like cutting grass without hearing any sound' makes people's hair stand on end and their legs tremble. The first two lines describe that the entire army of the night attack had strict military discipline and was completely secretive. Then the 5,000-strong army kept their mouths shut and advanced quickly in the dark night like birds. The last two lines describe that the 5,000-strong army successfully attacked and entered the enemy camp, engaging in close combat in the narrow alleys. Killing the enemy was as clean and neat as cutting grass, and even no sound could be heard, which means that the enemy had been completely wiped out before they officially resisted. This was no longer a battle, but a slaughter."
"Those nearly 500,000 demons and barbarians were indeed slaughtered in batches."
"A silent song of victory, wonderful!"
"I understand..." a Hanlin shouted excitedly, "This poem should be a multi-phase war poem! After the Grand Secretaries finished writing the poem, the poem page burned, but the war poem soldiers did not appear. This is a rare 'hidden poem', which has been seen before, that is, it can delay the launch time of this war poem. It is the sentence 'Secretly lead the army to hide the symbol' that forms the role of hiding the poem. 'Secretly lead the army to hide the symbol' is to hide this army. This is the first type of poem phase."
Everyone nodded slightly.
Then the Hanlin continued, "When these university scholars rushed to the vicinity of the Giant Elephant Army and wrote this "Victory Song" for the second time, they should have inspired the power of the first "Victory Song". Then they used the characteristics of the summoning poem to deploy the troops and place the two 5,000-strong armies one mile away, close to the Giant Elephant Army. At the same time, they launched an attack from high altitude, making all the monsters only pay attention to the sky and not the ground. The reason why these battle poem soldiers were not discovered by the monsters when they were charging was that they could be invisible and fast. This is the power of "Five Thousand Soldiers Passing at Night with Their Mouths Holded". "Holding their mouths" means no sound, "night" means being invisible as if in the dark, and "speed" means flying fast. This is the second kind of poem phase."
"As for the third type, after all the war poets appeared, you also saw that the color of their bodies changed with the surrounding environment, just like a chameleon. This is the additional color-changing effect these soldiers have obtained, which is the third type of poetic phase."
Another Hanlin added: "Wherever this army of warriors covers, the battle will be silent. I think covering up the sound should also be a poetic aspect."
"Indeed, this war poem actually has four aspects. In a frontal battle, it is just an ordinary war poem of a university scholar, but when used in a sneak attack, it is simply a stroke of genius! From now on, the tactics of our human university scholars will increase. Hiding poetry, invisibility, color change, silence, many war poems have one or two of these aspects, but the appearance of all four aspects is enough to become a nightmare for the monsters!"
“Haha, even if the barbarians attack the city walls, as long as we use this poem behind them or in the army formation, it will be enough to cause chaos!”
"When it comes to launching an active sneak attack, this poem will probably be very effective."
"The key is that this is a war poem that will be passed down through the ages! My literary world finally has a war poem that will be passed down through the ages!" Wang Li laughed.
Except for Qishan's army, scholars from other countries looked happy.
The Grand Secretaries of the Six-Nation Alliance originally felt embarrassed. After all, this operation called on hundreds of Grand Secretaries from all over the country, but except for the original author of the war poem, no Grand Secretaries from the literary world were called. This made them feel discriminated against. However, they were still very happy to hear that people from the literary world had finally created a war poem.
Qin's Tianshui Duke called out to Fang Yun from afar: "Zhang Mingzhou, although the scholars in the literary world are a little weaker, some of us are not inferior to some of the scholars who went to the battle. Why didn't the Western Saint Pavilion send us?"
"Mr. Tianshui is absolutely right! If we don't participate in such a grand event, we will regret it for the rest of our lives!"
"I feel unfair..."
Scholars from all over the world complained.
Fang Yun first looked at Gou Bao helplessly, then sincerely apologized to the six national scholars: "I was inconsiderate and let you suffer. The reason why I didn't let you participate in this battle is not because you lack strength, but because there are some scum in the literary world. The West Saint Pavilion is afraid that they will turn against us at the last minute, so we have to guard against them. You see, even General Zhang Qingfeng of my Pearl River Army didn't participate in the battle because he was afraid that some people would know about it. It's really helpless."
This move of diverting the trouble to the east relieved the minds of the grand secretaries of the six countries. They had only wanted to save face in the first place, and now that Fang Yun had given them a way out, they immediately looked coldly at the grand secretaries of the Qishan Army.
"Thanks to Zhang Mingzhou's brilliant plan, if he really believed those people from the Qishan Army, he might have failed in the end."
"To say that the Grand Secretary of the State of Chu rebelled against the enemy in battle is to look down on them. In my opinion, if they join the battle, their tactics will be exposed in advance and they will be discovered by the monsters."
"These guys are more likely to cause trouble than to help. If it weren't for them, we would definitely go down in history because of this battle!"
"Without any casualties, an entire demon army was almost completely wiped out in front of hundreds of millions of demons. This kind of honor is enough to be remembered for generations to come!"
"Forget it, I won't say any more. After the shift change, I will go to the Liangjie Mountain Holy Temple to learn Zhang Mingzhou's poem."
"Speaking of learning poetry, I wonder how these great scholars of Chu State have the nerve to learn this poem!"
The great scholars of the six states continued to sneer and vent all their anger and unwillingness on Gou Bao and other members of Qishan's army.
The soldiers of various armies on the city wall looked at the Qishan army, not hiding the sarcasm or mockery on their faces. Now Zhang Longxiang is a great contributor to the human race and the author of a war poem handed down from generation to generation. His identity has changed a lot. No one wants to see him being attacked by Gou Bao.
Many generals of the Qishan Army blushed.
The human race had just won a huge victory and forced the monsters to cease fire, but the entire Qishan army became a laughing stock, which made them wish they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Fang Yun remained calm and said to Zhang Qingfeng, "I will exchange another fifty machines from the Ministry of War tomorrow."
"yes!"
Marquis Qishan's face turned pale. The military merits he gained from the war poems handed down from generation to generation were far beyond the reach of killing hundreds of millions of monsters and barbarians.
.(To be continued.)