The humans on the city wall ran forward quickly, stood on the edge of the wall, and leaned their heads out to look out.
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
The crowd cheered.
Everyone was immersed in the joy of victory. Suddenly, some of the fleeing monsters stopped, turned around and looked at Liangjie Mountain, their eyes red and roaring angrily.
The smiles on all the soldiers' faces disappeared, and many soldiers even hurriedly took out their weapons and prepared for battle.
The battles over the past year or so were extremely dangerous, and everyone was shrouded in great fear. Even if these monsters showed their intention to attack the city from ten miles away, many soldiers would still be on guard instinctively.
As some monsters howled, more of them stopped.
A large number of monsters looked back at Liangjie Mountain and howled desperately at the countless corpses of monsters at the foot of the mountain.
Anyone who understands the demon language can clearly hear what they are shouting.
"revenge!"
"revenge!"
Many people felt as if a basin of cold water was poured over their heads, and they woke up instantly. The monsters are not humans, but closer to wild beasts, and they often disobey orders. Once their eyes turn red, they will lose their reason and fight on instinct.
There is a greater than 70% chance that these monsters will turn around and attack the city out of anger.
Those armies that had just climbed onto the city wall were the most disappointed, especially the soldiers of the Pearl River Army. They had already arrived a step late and had not been able to see the entire process of Fang Yun slaying the demon, and now they might face a counterattack.
"Alert!" The loud voice echoed across the battlefield, and all the soldiers immediately quickly formed a defensive formation.
Seeing the actions of the humans, the monsters howled even louder. Many of them gasped for breath and occasionally looked back at the Monster City. Seeing that there was no order from the Great Monster King, they wanted to rush up the wall of the Boundary Mountain even more.
Many human soldiers had bitter feelings in their mouths. They thought victory was in sight, but who knew that too much killing would arouse their barbaric nature.
Fang Yun stood on Pingbu Qingyun, with his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "I will teach you on the spot. If you are willing to accept, you can listen sincerely."
Everyone was stunned, then suddenly realized.
To learn the handed-down war poems, everyone should go to the temple, bow in front of the wooden plaque representing the author, and then learn. However, if the original author is nearby, the war poems can be taught directly.
Shijun folded his hands in front of him, bowed deeply, stood up and said, "Please give me some advice, Mr. Zhang."
"Please give me some advice, Mr. Zhang." The poet also bowed immediately.
Afterwards, most of the university scholars on the city wall bowed to Fang Yun and called him "Sir", which means teacher.
However, Gou Bao, Prince Jing and other grand secretaries in the Qishan army stared at Fang Yun blankly. These grand secretaries had been in a daze ever since the "Song of Li Guang" started to show its power.
Fang Yun nodded slightly and recited a war poem.
"The bright moon of Qin and the fortress of Han, the people have not returned from the long march of thousands of miles; but if the flying general of Longcheng is in charge, the Hu horse will not be allowed to cross Yinshan Mountain!"
After Fang Yun finished speaking the war poem, a translucent flying general Li Guang appeared. But a moment later, Li Guang exploded and turned into dense spots of light, like rivers flying towards the university scholars on the wall of Jieshan City. All the university scholars who called Fang Yun "Sir" had starlight entering their eyebrows.
After a few breaths, all the university scholars showed joy, then held their brushes and began to discuss military affairs on paper.
When the poem was finished, hundreds of Li Guang's phantoms appeared behind these university scholars, and everyone on the city wall was blocked by the thick translucent Great Wall.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment. The soldiers on the city wall saw that the blood color in the eyes of the monsters who were originally eager to fight quickly disappeared, and then they fled desperately. Almost all the monsters held their tails between their legs and whimpered.
Just now, four Li Guangs were able to slaughter ten thousand kings, but now there are hundreds of Li Guangs, and they are completely scared.
All the monsters were like frightened birds, running faster and faster.
The Yaoman troops withdrew and were about to return to Yaoman City, but the gate of Yaoman City was only a dozen feet wide. Tens of millions of Yaoman charged forward desperately, and a stampede occurred immediately.
A large number of monsters were trampled underfoot.
The monsters that were stepped on were strong, but the monsters that stepped on them were not weak either. However, if a monster fell to the ground and met a monster lord, he would often be stepped to death.
"waste!"
An emperor suddenly cursed loudly, and then his giant claws dropped from the sky. With a bang, all the monsters within a hundred feet radius of the city gate were beaten into meat paste, and the stinking smell of blood spread everywhere.
"Stay outside the city!"
The fleeing demon army stopped.
All the monsters stood uneasily in their places, secretly looking towards the direction of Liangjie Mountain from time to time. Once they saw the shadow of the famous general Li Guang, they would be frightened.
In the minds of some monsters, the terrifying scene of billions of arrows falling from the sky occasionally emerged. That was no longer a war poem, but a natural disaster!
On Liangjie Mountain, many soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that there was no need to worry about a counterattack by the monsters, as they had already been scared out of their wits by Li Guang.
"After this battle, the morale of the monsters has collapsed! Lord Zhang should be awarded the first credit!" Shi Jun said with a smile.
"It's natural, no doubt about it."
"Mr. Chen's words 'sweeping across the world and sweeping through eternity' are truly apt. Only a war poem like this can slay ten thousand kings and terrify hundreds of millions of demons and barbarians."
"Speaking of sweeping across the sky for eternity, this evaluation is a level higher than 'sweeping across the sky with hard words'. If you think about it carefully, many of Zhang Longxiang's poems have the meaning of sweeping across the sky for eternity. For example, 'One general's success means the death of thousands of soldiers', 'The sun sets over the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea', 'Every inch of the mountains and rivers is worth a ton of gold', and even the previous war poem 'Killing monsters like grass without hearing a sound' has a power that makes your heart beat faster."
"There was Fang Xusheng in front and Zhang Longxiang in the back, which is the symbol of the prosperity of the human race. The demon world has the era of emperors. I think the human race will usher in the era of literary masters!"
"The battlefield is indeed a place where people are trained. If Zhang Mingzhou had not entered the Liangjie Mountain, he would never have been able to create two legendary war poems in a row within just a few months!"
"This poem, Ode to Li Guang, is full of ancient charm, profound and heroic. Even if it is not a war poem, it is at least a national defense poem. It is a first-class good poem."
"Zhang Mingzhou is the best in the world in terms of his ability to grasp the changes of time and the world so skillfully and the battlefield imagery so grand," the poet praised.
Everyone was stunned. It is said that there is no best in literature, so the term "best" is very rare and will inevitably lead to misunderstandings. Especially when people often compare Zhang Longxiang with Fang Yun, many people will avoid suspicion and not mention the two at the same time. But when it comes to "best", everyone can't help but think of Fang Yun.
But when everyone thought about it carefully, they realized that there were indeed some differences between the two styles. Fang Yun's style was changeable, but Zhang Longxiang's writing style was almost fixed. If we only considered the battlefield imagery, Zhang Longxiang was indeed slightly better.
An old university scholar immediately changed the subject and said, "The spirit of Saint Li Guangxu in heaven would probably be very pleased."
"Yes, it is an honor for every human to be able to fight against the demons and barbarians even after death."
"I would like to know how much military merit Zhang Mingzhou will get!"
Everyone showed curiosity.
.(To be continued.)