Chapter 1229: Grabbing Military Merit

Soldiers and generals gathered from all directions, a billion people and horses, some suspended in the high school, some standing on the ground, they all looked at Zhang Jun. Finally, several soldiers approaching Zhang Jun knelt on the ground: "Please take us in, Lord Marquis!"

"Yes, Lord Marquis, our masters have been killed by the demon army. Now we have no place to go. I hope Lord Marquis will take us in. We will do our duty faithfully and fight with all our might!" Another soldier also said.

If there is one, there are two; if there are two, there are ten. One billion soldiers fell to the ground one after another like the wind blowing wheat waves, saying in unison: "Please take me in, Lord Marquis!"

Zhang Jun's eyes swept across the crowd, and he found that all the princes were standing far away, and the nearest ones were hundreds of miles away. Obviously, the princes were wary of each other. Except for the Marquis of Beiyuan and the Marquis of Zhongyong, no one came up to say hello and thank you for your hard work. In their opinion, Zhang Jun's victory was his own fault and had nothing to do with them or the situation of the battle. This was the normal state of the Daxia army.

Zhang Jun glanced at the soldiers one by one and said in a deep voice: "My sons, I am Zhang Jun, Marquis of Juntian. Emperor Xia has just consecrated me as Marquis of Yun. Since you can trust me, I promise you that I will follow you. My lord, you have food, drink, money, merit, and you can go home to visit your relatives every year.”

Zhang Jun's words were more effective than any promise. A billion people shouted like thunder, and the mountain shouted: "Thank you, Lord Marquis!"

The Zhongyong Marquis of Beiyuan Marquis came up, and the Zhongyong Marquis whispered: "Yun Marquis, please immediately count the battlefield, how many demon soldiers were defeated, how many demon soldiers were killed, and then report it to the court as soon as possible, otherwise the military merits may be taken away. "

Zhang Jun raised his eyebrows: "Who dares to take away my military honors?"

Marquis Zhongyong and Marquis Beiyuan looked at each other and smiled bitterly. Marquis Zhongyong said: "This is normal in the Daxia army. Whoever has power can get more military glory. As for who made the contribution, it doesn't matter. Important. On this Western Front, if you want to avoid being robbed of military glory, you have to have 5 billion soldiers and horses."

Zhang Jun nodded and immediately ordered 300,000 Seven-Kill Light Armor units to dispatch and let them take inventory of the battlefield. Then, he successively introduced one billion new soldiers and generals into Juntian's small world. These soldiers will come from more than a dozen forces and will take some time to integrate and train. As the saying goes, if a soldier is raging, a general will be raging in a nest. They must be trained and trained well to cultivate their spirit, which is the so-called military soul.

Zhang Jun handed over the training of soldiers to Zhang Longxiang in advance. Zhang Longxiang was his captain when he was in the x brigade, a direct descendant of Longhushan, codenamed x. Zhang Longxiang was born in the special forces and had just broken through to the realm of Fajue a few days ago, so it would be appropriate for him to lead the troops.

The light armor over there had just finished counting the corpses of the demon army and was about to load them into the vehicle when a huge warship suddenly flew from the east. The battleship looked like a huge magic weapon, one hundred thousand meters long. When it flew above, the entire sky was obscured. A huge pressure was released, making everyone's hearts sink.

Zhang Jun frowned, the battleship was obviously from Daxia. Since there is such a powerful weapon, why didn't it appear before? At this moment, a portal opened under the battleship, and a dozen people fell out of it. The first person was young, with yellow hair on his mouth. He was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. Although he is a young man, his level is not low, he is actually a Dharma awakened person!

The young man's eyes were higher than his head, with a arrogant expression. Behind him were twelve followers, all of whom were masters at the level of Dharma awareness. Seeing these people, Zhang Jun thought to himself: It is said that there are three thousand princes in Daxia, but now it seems that the number of people in Daxia who have reached the realm of princes far exceeds this number, not to mention three thousand, it is possible that there are one hundred thousand! "

The young man's eyes glanced at the battlefield in the distance. He ignored Zhang Jun and a group of princes at the scene, and loudly ordered the people behind him, saying: "Immediately report to Emperor Xia, and tell me that I will be killed by the 'Demon-Breaking Army' The demon army numbered 30 million, destroyed a thousand large tanks, killed one demon king, and finally defeated the demon army's general attack!"

"Yes!" A follower behind the young man immediately took out the brown paper and wrote the memorial very carefully.

The generals behind Zhang Jun were furious. The credit for defeating the demon army this time belonged entirely to Zhang Jun. Those who attacked did not dare to take credit. What did these people do? Zhang Jun narrowed his eyes. When Marquis Zhongyong reminded him just now, he didn't take it seriously. He didn't expect that someone would dare to snatch his military glory!

There is a saying in the military: robbing someone of their military glory is like killing their parents! Zhang Jun first wrote a memorial calmly and secretly, and then passed it on to Ji Wenxian with a secret method and asked him to write the memorial on his behalf. He knew that if the memorial was submitted directly to the court, it would most likely be intercepted by others and would not be delivered to Emperor Xia.

After handing in the memorial to invite credit, Zhang Jun walked up to the young man, smiled slightly, and said, "May I ask who you are?"

The young man didn't even look at Zhang Jun, let alone answer his words. It seemed that in his opinion, Zhang Jun, including all the princes present, were not worth mentioning and were not qualified to speak to him. He continued to ask the entourage behind him: "Have you finished writing?"

The attendant nodded: "Third Young Master, I have finished writing."

The young man nodded and said: "Put the corpses of the demon army into the battleship. This is evidence of merit and must not be lost."

"Snapped!"

The boy suddenly felt a heat on the right side of his face, and was slapped by Zhang Jun in front of him. Zhang Jun was still smiling, as if he was not the one who took action at all, but someone else.

The young man was stunned and covered the right side of his face tightly. The eyes he stared at Zhang Jun gradually changed, becoming vicious, cold, and filled with boundless anger. He asked in a deep voice: "How dare you hit me? Do you know who I am? "

"Silly boy, I've asked you before, but you don't want to tell me. Can you blame me?" Zhang Jun sighed, "Some people are just mean. If you don't slap them a few times, they won't be happy to talk to you."

The young man roared angrily, pointed his halberd at Zhang Jun and said, "Kill him! Kill him immediately!"

"boom!"

Twelve powerful prince-level men moved at the same time. They drew out a long sword at the same time, and instantly formed a powerful sword array, with Zhang Jun in the center. Zhang Jun laughed loudly and punched out without even looking. He can defeat ten battles with one force, and no matter how exquisite the sword formation is, it cannot withstand his powerful power. The long swords exploded into pieces one after another, and the twelve princes also vomited blood and retreated.

The young man was shocked. These twelve princes were masters in the Demon-Breaking Army. Everyone had a noble title. How could they be defeated in one move?

Zhang Jun snatched the memorial from the young man's hand, slapped him on the head, and scolded: "You worthless bastard, you can steal my military honors? Go home and tell your lord, if you want to steal my military honors, just show it." You’re really capable, don’t send a shit-eating kid like you out to be embarrassed.”

The young man was slapped by Zhang Jun until he was dizzy. He sat down on the ground. He was ashamed and angry, and screamed: "Wait, my demon-breaking army will not let you go!" After saying that, he led With twelve followers, he flew onto the battleship and left quickly.

As soon as the people left, Marquis Zhongyong immediately stepped forward and whispered: "Marquis Yun, that young man is the third son of Ling Tianhou! In addition to the royal family, Daxia has four most powerful private soldiers, all of whom have the title of Tianhou. . Ling Tianhou is one of them. These four forces are so powerful that even Da Sima doesn't take them seriously. "

Zhang Jun sneered: "I don't care what Ling Tianhou is, if he takes away my military glory, I'll beat him to death!"

With an expression of admiration, Marquis Beiyuan gave a thumbs up and said, "I am convinced! Marquis Yun, I will follow you from now on!"

Marquis Zhongyong was not stupid. He knew that following a ruthless man like Zhang Jun, drinking spicy food would definitely be popular, so he immediately said: "The same goes for my little brother. When Marquis Yun gives the order, he will be in the fire and in the water!"

Zhang Jun smiled and said: "That's a lot of trust from the two of you."

As soon as they entered the battlefield on the Western Front, Zhang Jun offended Ling Tianhou, and he had to make preparations. In the previous battles, he had captured nearly a thousand large-scale combat vehicles, and everything had been handed over to Xiaoqiang. Xiaoqiang is going all out to melt the chariot and extract the talisman inside. When it comes to craftsmanship in building chariots, Xiaoqiang's level is ten times faster than that of the demons.

Naturally, Xiaoqiang would not waste something as precious as talisman gold on building a chariot. He planned to use these refined talismans to create enough seventh-generation light armor. If you have the right talisman gold, you might be able to create eighth-generation light armor.

Zhang Jun was not idle either. He left only one clone outside, while the main body entered the small world of Juntian to refine the talisman. After the last battle, he found that the talisman was on the battlefield and should be very useful. For example, an ice arrow talisman can kill a large number of magic soldiers; a thunder talisman can definitely affect a chariot.

When it comes to refining talismans, Zhang Jun now has it at his fingertips. He has mastered a core law, and the laws of heaven and earth are used by him, and the talismans he refines are of extremely high quality. Speaking of talismans, those that can be effective on the battlefield are either quasi-Daluo-level talismans or Daluo-level talismans. However, Da Luo level talismans are rare.

The most common ones are quasi-Daluo-level talismans. Different quasi-Daluo talismans have extremely different powers. Generally, the talismans condensed by Dharma Awareness monks are of ordinary power and are called Dharma Awareness Talisman. The talismans refined by Dharma King figures like Zhang Jun are much more powerful and are called Dharma King Talismans. Of course, there are also Taoist Talisman, Taoist Talisman, Emperor Talisman, Tianshi Talisman, etc., with varying powers.

What Zhang Jun is refining now is Dharma King Hui. When a Dharma King Talisman is fired, it is easy to kill a national soldier. Dozens or hundreds of Dharma King Talisman are played at the same time, and they can also form a talisman formation, which can directly threaten the powerful princes.

His biggest advantage now is the speed of refining talismans. The Dharma King communicates with the laws of heaven and earth, and can integrate the laws of heaven and earth into the talisman at will, and condense it into the Dharma King talisman. However, refining the Dharma King Talisman requires another material, and that is spiritual stone. The spiritual stone is the starting power of the talisman, stimulating the power of the law to burst out.

In Juntian's small world, Zhang Jun created one hundred thousand clones and refined the talismans at the same time. It only takes three or five breaths for each clone to refine a talisman. In this way, in just one day, he refined a billion talismans, just enough for every soldier who surrendered to him.

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