Chapter 216 Frost Night

The night was getting colder and colder. Daliang Shen Xiuming was still shivering while sitting near the campfire. He felt that his previous years of practice seemed to be disappearing. Not only was he intolerant of the cold, but he was also a little reluctant to hold a gun. His hands were now more used to it. Little flower hoe.

The flickering firelight and shadowy figures in the military camp added a little warmth and aggravated the tension in my heart.

"The battle will finally begin tomorrow." Shen Xiuming deliberately imitated those experienced veterans, raising his voice and speaking in a teasing tone, "Kill a few more demon soldiers and use their corpses to start a fire!" "Novel" Novel Chapters are updated the fastest

"I heard that there are more demon soldiers than previously expected." Mu Feihuang's voice was hollow, and he couldn't even pretend to be brave.

The dozens of people around the bonfire were all disciples of Pangshan Zhiyong Institute. They were wearing heavy armor, with knives hanging on their waists and spears leaning on their shoulders.

"More than two thousand demon soldiers, almost four times our number." Zhao Dayi, a young man from Yelin Town, is tall and tall. He is Mu Feihuang's best friend. The two of them had long wanted to join the Xuanfu Army, but their wish came true at the worst possible time. .

"Not that many, only 1,200 or 300 demon soldiers." Shen Xiuming corrected, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, and all he saw was panic and anxiety. They had had an encounter with a few scattered demon soldiers on the way to escape. In the battle, they were outnumbered and won easily. Tomorrow's battle will be the first time they face a real demon army.

Another young man from Yelin Town, Shen Tongyou, hugged his legs and kept silent. He never thought that he would also join the war. His biggest wish was to be sent to the army and become a low-level deacon in Pangshan.

"We all joined voluntarily." Shen Xiuming felt that he had an obligation to encourage everyone, "We are all Pangshan disciples, where can we go if we run away?"

"I want to go home." A disciple on the other side of the bonfire whispered. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old and had not long left Yangshen Peak.

"When the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, where can I find a home?" said a cold voice. It was Zhang Lingsheng, the oldest. He also brought a baby with him, so there was no need to take risks, but he voluntarily participated in the war, or voluntarily died. "We will all die. We will die when the demon soldiers attack the Ancestor Peak. We are only alive now because of luck and coincidence." Tomorrow, everything will be over. In 130,000 years, it will be the demon clan's turn to rise. It is a reward that we don't have to live with demons everywhere and enslave all living beings."

The Zhiyongsuo disciples, who were already worried, turned even paler.

Shen Xiuming said angrily: "Zhang Lingsheng, can't you say something else? Who said we will definitely die tomorrow? I still want to make contributions. There are more demon soldiers, but we have quite a few here, too. Taoist Pangshan, and Brother Xiaoqiu." A strong confidence suddenly rose in his heart, "I tell you, Mu Xingqiu from Yelin Town has never lost in a fight.

Didn't he fight a demon soldier a few days ago and win a great victory? "

Mu Xingqiu's name seemed like a glass of emboldening liquor. Many dejected disciples raised their heads at this time.

"Yes, Mu Xingqiu defeated the demon soldiers once."

"He also has a unicorn."

"He used to be a disciple of Zhiyongsuo."

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Faith is like a fire rising slowly, but it is still very weak and is in danger of being blown out by the cold wind at any time. But it burned after all. Only Zhang Lingsheng remained indifferent, staring blankly at the bonfire. He did not say anything about death, but he also did not show any fighting spirit.

Pan Jufu came over with several guards. He was inspecting the military camp, making final arrangements for tomorrow's battle, "Why haven't you slept yet? According to my experience. The earlier you go to bed, the greater the chance of winning."

The disciples of Zhiyongsuo fled with him and were relatively familiar with each other. Mu Feihuang stood up and said, "We are not sleepy. Old general, can we really win tomorrow?"

"Don't call me old general, as if I won't live long. Let me tell you, I finally became a general, and all I can think about is glory and wealth. My name is Jufu, and I have never enjoyed the benefits of a truly wealthy person. As for my life, I’m just waiting for this great achievement. The prince will reward me with 1,800,000 taels of gold and silver, build a big house, buy a few wives, and maybe even have some children.”

The disciples laughed, and the guards following the general couldn't help laughing. Although they didn't get along for long, they already liked this vulgar but kind veteran.

"So, do you think you will win tomorrow? I have prepared for a complete victory. If you guys show your cowardice tomorrow and delay Lao Pan's future, I won't beat you with a big stick until your butts are bruised.

The laughter grew louder and the fire of faith burned brighter.

"The demon soldiers are just like that. They just look a little scarier. Some demon soldiers are bigger. Even if they don't use talismans, swords and guns, they can still draw blood." Pan Jufu struck while the iron was hot and encouraged everyone's fighting spirit. "The most difficult thing to deal with is the sorcery. Master, you don’t need to worry. We have talisman masters and Taoist priests here to do the most dangerous tasks. We can’t fly to the sky, so don’t worry about things in the sky. Keep your feet on the ground, look forward, and move forward. When you see those ugly guys with claws and teeth, go up and stab them, then chop them with a knife. I can count on you guys to fight one against ten."

"One against ten!" The disciples all stood up, raised their spears and shouted, even Zhang Lingsheng was no exception.

When the shouting stopped, Pan Jufu said: "Tomorrow you will be General Mu's personal soldiers. What do soldiers do?"

The disciples shook their heads, and Shen Xiuming said, "We are all Mu Xingqiu...the closest confidants to General Mu."

"Go up and make up for it." Shen Xiuming replied immediately.

"That's what ordinary soldiers should do. You are soldiers. Don't even look at the injured enemy. Just keep your eyes on General Mu. Protect his safety so that he can fight with his opponents without any scruples. One day After the battle, if he is alive and unscathed, you have done a great job. If he is dead or seriously injured, you are not worthy of being a soldier, or even worthy of living. "

These words were quite serious. No one from the Zhiyong Institute dared to speak. Pan Jufu glanced at everyone and said, "Get some rest early."

The military camp gradually became quiet, with only the firelight still flickering. The first frost in late autumn of this year finally waited in the dead of night, quietly spreading on the ground and climbing up the treetops and roofs.

Mu Xingqiu didn't sleep, and neither did the Taoist priests in the military camp. They were still discussing tomorrow's tactics over and over in the main hall. This was also the last place Pan Jufu visited.

"Our troops are still too few." Yang Qingyin said as soon as she saw the old general, "There are so many refugees in the city, can't we recruit more soldiers?"

Pan Jufu shook his head, "They are ordinary people who are not used to swords and guns. Forcing them to go to the battlefield will only delay things. Moreover, Duanliu City does not have enough soldiers and armor. More than 650 people are already the limit. There is no hope of victory. It’s on you people.”

The eleven Taoist priests were silent. Mu Xingqiu asked: "Can killing the leader cause the demon army to collapse?"

"According to my experience, this is definitely the case. Not only the demon army, but also the Xuanfu army. Without a leader, the dragons will naturally collapse. This is a battlefield truth that has not been missed for tens of thousands of years. So" Pan Jufu looked more serious, "If I die, Prince His Highness must take over the banner immediately. His Highness is unfortunately killed, and Mu Xingqiu must take over. The three of us are dead. You guys must retreat immediately, run as far as you want, and don't worry about the Xuanfu Army. Senior Taoist priest, let him find his own way."

"We won't run away." Yang Qingyin said, clenching her fists.

"Then you will be able to see with your own eyes that the Pangshan Taoism has completely disappeared." Pan Jufu said without mercy, "You are all Taoist priests, and your vision is farther than mine. So I won't come with you. There is only half a chance of winning tomorrow's battle. I don't have any tricks up my sleeve, so I can only do my best to make these six hundred people show their due strength. The same goes for you. If you do it, you will have a better chance of winning. If you can't, you will die in vain. ”

The old general turned and left without interfering with the tactics of the monks.

"Tomorrow we can only win but not lose. Don't let an old guy who doesn't even have Dao roots look down on us." Yang Qingyin said, not noticing that her fighting spirit had been aroused even more.

"The demon army has two big leaders, one in the sky and one on the ground." Shen Hao used teacups as props, placing one on the table and holding the other in his hand. "The number of flying demons is small, and they are all stupid. The leader is There should be no replacement after killing him. This is not the case on the ground. If the big boss dies, there will be other small bosses to take over. So the people in the sky must fight quickly and return to the ground to help Mu Xingqiu. "

Among the eleven Taoist priests, Xin Youtao led the formation as a prince, and nine were responsible for killing demons in the air. The task of killing the boss on the ground fell to Mu Xingqiu alone.

"I will kill the big boss before you land on the ground." Mu Xingqiu said firmly, "I have thirty-six disciples of Zhiyongsuo and a three-headed unicorn. Maybe I will be the one to help you in the end."

Everyone laughed, even Taoist priests sometimes need some big words to boost their confidence.

"Do you think Zuo Liuying has already repaired the Patriarch's Tower but didn't tell everyone and just waited for the most dangerous moment to make a sudden move?" Xin Youtao was full of expectations. Although he didn't have to be at the front in tomorrow's battle, Once defeated, Yang Qingyin and others could escape, but he had to stay.

"Even if he repairs the Patriarch Tower, he will not use it tomorrow." Mu Xingqiu extinguished the prince's hope, "The most dangerous opponent in Zuo Liuying's mind will never be the more than a thousand demon soldiers. It all depends on We ourselves don’t have to hide our strength, and we can’t make any mistakes. This is a battle that truly belongs to Pangshan Inspiratory Taoist Priests.”

"The fire will never go out." Yang Qingyin reached out and slapped the table.

"The fire of the Tao will never be extinguished." The other Taoist priests shouted at the same time and slapped their hands on the table.

Frost struck secretly, and in the early morning, when the main force of the Xuanfu Army left the city, the land was vast and the roads were hard and slippery. When the horses passed by, a muddy ground was left behind.

The Xuanfu Army dismounted and formed an array fifty miles west of the city. Thirty miles further west, twice the number of the demon army was ready.

The sky was slightly bright, and it was when the air was at its coldest. A low horn sound came from the direction of the demon army, like the roar of a hungry giant beast.

The chariot of Prince Xin Youtao of Western Jie Kingdom stopped at the end of the array, holding a mallet in his hand. After receiving the signal from the front, he began to beat the talisman and leather drum in front of him, with a loud and calm voice, in response to the signal from the opposite side. challenge.

Nine Taoist priests rose up and flew toward the enemy on foot, about three miles away. Mu Xingqiu rode a small unicorn, advancing at the same slow pace. On both sides were unridden adult unicorns, and behind him were thirty men on foot. The six disciples of Zhiyongsuo waited for them to walk a mile away, and the main force of the Xuanfu Army set off. Except for Pan Jufu who was riding Mao Qilin, all the soldiers were on foot.

There was no showing off, no threats, no persuading surrender, and no speeches to inspire fighting spirit. The two armies slowly approached, both hoping to end the battle before noon.

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