From Changling to the northwest, the grass and trees become more and more withered and yellow.
Many soldiers of the Suwei Army looked at Ding Ning's back in front of him, their eyes were full of puzzlement.
As early as the beginning of this migration-like march, most of the soldiers of the Suwei Army held great respect for Ding Ning, and the highest general in the army, Guo Feng, was in command of Ding Ning.
In many armies of the Qin army, many orders from the military division will eventually become orders for the entire army to follow.
From leaving Changling to now, all the orders of this team during the march have also come from Ding Ning.
But in the eyes of these sergeants, Ding Ning did not show any surprises, but would often make some incomprehensible moves.
Just then, the canyon that was most likely to be ambushed had passed, and there was a large plain ahead, with only some scattered farmers and villages in sight, but Ding Ning made them stop, and they had stopped for a long time.
It's just that Guo Feng, the top general of this army, didn't think so.
Because he knew very well how many things Ding Ning had done that shocked him during these seemingly peaceful days.
"Are you sure they're going to do it here?"
He looked at the wilderness of Pingchuan in front of him, looked at Ding Ning solemnly, and asked.
"These are some practitioners of the Quicksand Sect. Hiding in such a place is no different from hiding in other places. What they are most afraid of are the few talismans in the army."
Ding Ning turned his head to look at him, nodded, and said: "The most important thing is that after crossing this plain, they will arrive at the border town. They should feel that there will be no chance to use their mobile phones after that. There are already some disputes between them. , so it will definitely be shot here.”
Guo Feng couldn't understand how Ding Ning concluded that those practitioners whose whereabouts were discovered by Ding Ning a few days ago had caused disputes, but since Ding Ning's judgments were not wrong in the past few days, he still chose to trust Ding Ning.
"Why are we forced to fight?" Nangong Caishu, who was standing on the other side beside Ding Ning, asked softly with his brows furrowed and his face filled with fear.
"Some enemies are not permanent."
Ding Ning turned his head and glanced at her, and slowly said: "Some enemies just come with orders on their backs. If the orders cannot be fulfilled, or they just missed them. These people may not be your future enemies, and you may not meet them in future battles. Some Assassins may not take action when they find out that they are being detected. Some battles that can be avoided as much as possible should be avoided, so as to preserve strength as much as possible. After all, our mission is to get to where we should go first, not to possible to annihilate the enemies along the way."
After a pause, he looked at Nangong Caishu and continued: "The most important thing is that people will die in every battle... especially when a large number of practitioners face an army."
Nangong Caishu took a deep breath, and unconsciously turned her head to glance at the soldiers behind her. She fully understood Ding Ning's hard work these days, and felt that she had learned a lot from Ding Ning's few words.
"Even leaving clues to warn them intentionally can't scare them away, but it just makes some of them disagree. There are only two possibilities."
"One is that they received a death order, and they can't go back at all. Another possibility is that they are just using it to touch the bottom of this army, or to consume some power, and there are still real strong people behind."
Ding Ning then slowly finished these two sentences, then looked at Guo Feng and said seriously, "No matter what the possibility is, I want to completely control the next army."
Guo Feng laughed and said coldly: "Since you know that this is related to the lives of my brothers and dare to make such a request, then I will hand over this army to you now."
"I've stayed here for so long, telling them we're ready, and if they're still here, it's an inevitable fight."
Ding Ning lowered his head slightly, he felt a familiar feeling, but he didn't like this feeling.
Several orders were issued directly.
The army that had waited silently for a long time began to move.
Because these few orders are very strange, it seems a little confusing for a while.
It's just that Ding Ning didn't need to rush for time, so he waited until the army calmed down again before signaling to move on.
Under Guo Feng's signal, several heralds went directly to his side to ensure that his order could be issued as soon as possible.
At this time, there was still half an hour before evening, and the weather was slightly cool, but the breeze was blowing gently during the march, and it was extremely comfortable to be bathed in the sun.
This area is only the last border towns away from Yinshan Mountain. There are no common roads in the wilderness. The chariots crush the wild grass, and the armor on the soldiers rubs against the blades of grass, making a strange rustling sound.
Ding Ning was in the second row of chariots at the front. He kept frowning and looked around the front, seemingly listening to the noise in the wind carefully. It was reflected blood red in the sunlight.
"Stop! Prepare!"
The heralds and all the troops in this army are very familiar with this gesture. However, in order to prevent anyone from being overwhelmed by the reaction, several heralds immediately uttered a mournful cry.
When everyone's footsteps stopped suddenly and the world became silent, a noise clearly appeared in the grass and spread to everyone's ears.
Grass blades splashed out with the piercing sword energy. Above a yellow air wave, countless yellow and green grass blades soared upwards, like a dragon with a yellow body and yellow-green scales in the grass. Come through it sharply!
"Flying sword!"
All these sergeants who could not understand Ding Ning's previous actions and orders all reacted.
Under the blades of grass, and even in the crevices of the soil, there are many pairs of eyes looking at this army.
Seeing this sword light suddenly, a flame of incomparable anger suddenly appeared in these eyes.
The anger of these cultivators came from the fact that their companions shot first.
But it is undeniable that since the attack has already been made, and when the army loses consciousness for a moment and most people are attracted by the flying sword, this is also the best opportunity to make a move.
Just at this moment, under the grass blades, there were many subtle sounds like water flowing.
Seeing that flying sword, many sergeants were shocked and furious, but Ding Ning's expression did not change at all.
"Heavy crossbow! Nether fire! Moon blade!"
He just drank three names in a hasty tone and calmly.
At the same time, several heralds beside him made three gestures.
Just at this moment, the air behind the army was torn into pieces by the radiance of gold and iron and the turbulent flow of heaven and earth vitality.
Hundreds of streamers of metal fell fiercely like meteors.
After the meteor came dozens of crescent moons that seemed to be extremely heavy... These crescent moons were more than ten feet long, and the moment they fell to the ground with a terrifying whining sound, they burst apart along the runic line and exploded. into more two-foot-long metal blades.
The last thing that appeared in the air were hundreds of dark green streamers.
When these flowing fires fell, the grass clippings in the air and the withered grass on the ground were directly burned.
A sea of fire.
The area between 50 and 100 paces behind this old guard army was completely covered in flames.
When the first batch of heavy crossbow bolts as thick as a child's arms let out a piercing hiss from the ballista, the grassland fifty or sixty steps behind the army boiled, and there were several screams of anger.
The four practitioners rushed up from the ground, with sword lights flying around them, and forcibly knocked away the falling heavy crossbow arrows.
However, in the next instant, the bodies of these four practitioners were torn out with terrible wounds by the horribly whirling shattered moon blade. Amidst the shrill hissing sound, the dark green fire continued to fall, and they continued to scatter and fly in all directions. During the process, their bodies were constantly pierced.
Looking at such a scene, seeing the four practitioners whose bodies were torn apart and died in the flowing fire, all these sergeants were shocked beyond measure.
"how so?"
A practitioner who appeared right in front of the army also yelled incomprehensibly.
He saw Ding Ning's flying sword flying violently from the tip of the grass to the chariot suddenly turned around and fell to Ding Ning's left side.
A crisp tremor sounded.
A flying sword shining slightly blue flew up into the sky.
This flying sword that was silent before was picked out abruptly by the grass, and was picked out by the flying sword that seemed extremely violent before.