Lei Chongmo did not launch a sneak attack, but finished his speech with dignity, and then he spoke fluently, reciting his own poem "Rivers and Mountains Beyond the Great Wall" to call for troops. When he was in the Imperial Academy, he was brewing this poem, but he could never finish it. It was not until he was promoted to a Grand Secretary and fought against the monsters in person that he was inspired to write this Grand Secretary's war poem.
The whole poem promotes the feat of human soldiers who took the initiative to attack the monsters and seize the land outside the Great Wall. It is far more murderous than ordinary war poems.
"The autumn wind outside the Great Wall is chilly..."
Moreover, this poem has reached the second realm and possesses the soul of poetry!
This means that the soldiers summoned by this war poem can be compared with the war poems of great scholars in many aspects!
The autumn wind was bleak, and dead leaves were falling. Each leaf turned into a soldier. But a moment later, five thousand soldiers formed a neat formation and landed in front of Lei Chongmo.
Lei Chongmo said nothing, and saw a man at the front of the army holding a horn and blowing it hard.
Woo…
Five thousand troops rushed towards Fang Yun.
Lei Chongmo walked slowly forward, always keeping a distance of about two hundred feet from Fang Yun.
The real dragon and the poisonous dragon in the sky were still fighting endlessly, continuously consuming the talents of the two people. However, now the battle between the real dragon and the poisonous dragon was far less intense than before, and the talent consumed was greatly reduced.
Lei Chongmo seemed to be strolling leisurely, calm and composed, but his ears moved slightly, mobilizing the talent of the Grand Secretary and expending his talent, wanting to hear what war poems Fang Yun would recite.
After a few breaths, Lei Chongmo got what he wanted and heard the sound.
Fang Yun continued to move forward, but he recited the poem weakly.
"A glance from me in my life was so important that it filled the whole army with enthusiasm.
The wild sun divides the spear's shadows, and the stars in the sky combine into the sword's patterns.
The bowstring embraces the Han moon, and the horse's hooves trample the Hu dust.
I do not seek to survive in the frontier, but to die to repay you."
Lei Chongmo was stunned for a moment, because this Grand Secretary's war poem had never appeared in the Shengyuan Continent, and it did not have the power to be passed down from generation to generation. Then he realized that this might be the Grand Secretary's war poem created by Fang Yun after he entered the Lietian Palace in the War Realm.
Lei Chongmo nodded slightly, acknowledging that this was a good poem. He instantly memorized the poem in his mind and found that his favorite line was not the first one, but the three lines "The wild sun divides the spear's shadows", "The sky stars combine the sword pattern" and "The bowstring embraces the Han moon".
The poem was finished, and the soldiers who were fighting spread out behind Fang Yun.
Lei Chongmo was stunned again.
The demon king Gui Congxi in the distance said happily, "I thought Fang Xusheng had no way to deal with Lei Zhongmo's second-level university scholar's war poem, but I didn't expect that he could actually compose a war poem of ten thousand troops. In this way, even if there is a disadvantage, he will not lose."
“Even if it’s the War Poem of Ten Thousand Armies, it can never defeat the Grand Secretary’s Summoning Soldiers Poem of the Second Realm. Among all the poetic lights, the light that improves the realm of war poetry is the strongest. It is a qualitative improvement, unlike other lights which are only quantitative improvements.” said the Whale Demon King, who was quite familiar with the human race.
"Fang Xu Sheng is Fang Xu Sheng after all." Gui Cong continued to call Fang Yun by his human identity, as humble as Fang Yun's student.
Five thousand soldiers from outside the Great Wall rushed towards Fang Yun, and ten thousand cavalrymen attacked Lei Chongmo directly.
The armies summoned by the two grand secretaries with their war poems collided with each other with a loud bang.
The war poem of the Grand Secretary of the Second Realm showed great power. With five thousand soldiers against ten thousand soldiers, they not only did not fall into a disadvantage, but even had the tendency to penetrate the army of ten thousand cavalry.
At the moment the two armies fought, Lei Chongmo revealed a faint smile. The second-level warriors were stronger than the first-level warriors after all, and Fang Yun's cavalry suffered extremely heavy losses.
But, the next moment, Lei Chongmo blinked suddenly and was surprised to see that every dead soldier in Fang Yun’s army turned into a weapon, either a bow, a sword, or a spear.
These weapons shook slightly and then killed Lei Chongmo's war poets and generals.
Lei Chongmo's war poem soldiers are very powerful, but it is only a poem that wins by numbers, while Fang Yun's war poem weapons have the power to kill the demon king by numbers!
War poem weapon, one strike kills!
Afterwards, Lei Chongmo and all the demon kings saw that the war poem soldiers of both sides began to die in large numbers. Most of Fang Yun's soldiers were killed by the enemy's war poem soldiers, while most of Lei Chongmo's war poem soldiers were killed by war poem weapons.
Gradually, Lei Chongmo's war poetry soldiers were at a disadvantage, because each of his war poetry soldiers could not guarantee to kill two of Fang Yun's war poetry soldiers on average, while every dead war poetry soldier of Fang Yun could guarantee to kill one of Lei Chongmo's soldiers.
When all of Lei Chongmo's war poetry soldiers were killed, there were only fifteen thousand of Fang Yun's war poetry soldiers left.
Lei Chongmo took a deep breath and spoke eloquently again, summoning a new 5,000 war poets and generals to continue the attack.
Fang Yun still did not look back at Lei Chongmo, and walked forward slowly. When Lei Chongmo's soldiers were approaching, he recited "Marching to the Army" again, and still led thousands of cavalry to meet the enemy.
The real dragon and the poisonous dragon will form one battlefield, and the battle between the two armies will become the second battlefield.
The talents of both of them are constantly being consumed.
"The third competition will be a competition of famous generals' war poems!" Lei Chongmo took a slow breath, and then recited the famous general's war poem "Wei Qing Fu".
After the poem was completed, a warrior with silver armor and a white horse stood on the ground. Lei Chongmo's warriors suddenly seemed to be assisted by God. They became stronger, faster, and had better fighting skills. In the end, they died together with Fang Yun's warriors.
As soon as Wei Qing appeared, Lei Chongmo was on par with Fang Yun in terms of poems to summon troops for war.
Wei Qing was a military strategist and writer during the Han Dynasty. When it came to leading troops, he was best at attacking, while Li Guang of the same period was good at defending. The two of them, one as a spear and the other as a shield, became the nightmare of the monsters.
Then, Lei Chongmo listened attentively.
Fang Yun was still walking slowly forward, like an old porter. Due to Long Wei's constant attacks, he no longer looked like a scholar, but more like a beggar in distress.
However, Fang Yun was extremely calm, his eyes were like the sea, reflecting the starry sky.
"The bright moon in Qin and the fortress in Han, the people have not returned from the long march of thousands of miles. If only the flying general of Longcheng were there, the Hu horse would not be allowed to cross Yinshan Mountain."
After hearing Fang Yun's eloquent words, Lei Chongmo felt as if struck by lightning. He stood still and could not move a step.
"This... This poem is unprecedented in history. It has traveled through hundreds of generations and crossed thousands of miles, playing with time and territory between paper and pen. Fang Xusheng's literary talent has surpassed the Three Caos!"
"Moreover, this is a war poem handed down from generation to generation! A war poem handed down from generation to generation! Could it be that he is already the world's master?"
Lei Chongmo was stunned by this war poem and kept muttering to himself.
Lei Chongmo is a member of the Lei family and an enemy of Fang Yun, but he is also a scholar.
Not only Lei Chongmo, but even several water monster kings who liked human poetry went crazy and spoke incoherently.
Especially the turtle bush, which was overjoyed and kicking its limbs like an old child.
"What a good poem! One stroke connects the Qin and Han dynasties, and one word separates thousands of miles! It's worth following me all the time! What a good poem!"
But more demon kings did not care about the human race's poems, but looked at Li Guang who was condensed by the poems, wanting to know whether Li Guang was stronger or Wei Qing was better.
Two historical figures with a close relationship meet again at this moment.
It was a long while before Lei Chongmo came back to his senses and saw Wei Qing and Li Guang looking at each other from a distance.
One holds a sword and the other holds a longbow.
Lei Chongmo sighed softly.
Wei Qing won by his military tactics, while Li Guang was known for his war poems.
Lei Chongmo knew clearly that when it came to fighting alone, Li Guang had the advantage, but when it came to cooperating with soldiers and generals, Wei Qing stood out.
Li Guang drew the bow and shot the arrow.
Wei Qing waved his sword to meet him.
.(To be continued.)