Chapter 262: Quiet Battlefield
The sun was shining, and there was a hint of warmth in the wind. The snow on the ground turned into mud. The sky was incredibly blue, with no clouds, no birds, and no flaws.
Daliang Shen Xiuming looked up and greedily inhaled a large amount of air, as if inhaling a little would reduce it. "This kind of weather really shouldn't be the time for death."
The warhorse he sat on nodded and neighed, as if it agreed with its master's point of view.
"Hush, don't say such unlucky words, it will affect morale." Mu Feihuang next to him whispered, "We are lucky enough to stay behind with the princess, and the soldiers in front haven't complained yet."
"I'm not complaining..." Shen Xiuming defended himself, but he still chose to shut up. Indeed, it was not suitable to talk about life and death now. In fact, he had no fear in his heart, and even felt that death was an acceptable ending. At this moment, he recalled his life and felt that he had no regrets. He had lost his hometown and relatives, and had never made remarkable progress on the road of cultivation, but he didn't care, because the most important things were still there.
"The Taoists are coming out." Someone shouted, and the soldiers at the city gate looked up.
Dozens of people flew to the western front line, either on flying tools or riding beasts. Among them, less than ten were real Taoists, and the others were casual practitioners. Mu Xingqiu was among them. When he flew over the soldiers' heads, he suddenly descended and waved to everyone, causing cheers.
There were many veterans of the Xijie Kingdom in the army at the city gate. They admired the brave General Mu and regretted that they could not fight side by side with him.
Shen Xiuming grinned. He knew that Mu Xingqiu came to greet him on purpose, but unfortunately his smile was blocked by the helmet cover. He raised his free left arm and waved to his good friend.
This was the most important thing to him. Even if he lost everything, he still had his best friend, and this friendship was not perfect. There had been many twists and turns, and the time they spent together was getting less and less, but he knew that Mu Xingqiu flying in the air was still his best friend. Even if he could no longer keep up with the Taoist's pace, friendship still tied them together tightly.
"Don't give up, Xiaoqiu brother, never give up." Shen Xiuming whispered in his helmet so that no one else could hear.
The sound of stringed instruments rang out in the city, a signal that a big shot was about to come out. Thousands of soldiers at the city gate all turned around and faced the road out of the city, with long spears standing in a row, forming a tight iron wall with soldiers in full armor.
The commanders of various armies left the city one after another. The first one was Qu Xungui, the left assistant talisman master of the Holy Talisman Dynasty. He rode in a wide chariot pulled by sixteen horses. He sat on a specially made throne, with a majestic and arrogant look, and a long face with a tall nine-layer crown. Like a living statue.
In front of him were three charioteers, one main and two deputy, and behind him stood three talisman masters and three personal guards in exaggerated armor, holding the flags of the Dragon Bin Society, the royal family, and Qu Xungui himself.
A guard team parked at the city gate followed behind. The largest number, about 1,500 people.
Like most people, Shen Xiuming was amazed by the style of Zuo Fu Da Fu Lu Master. The chariot was loaded with ten people. It still looked empty. The sixteen horses were all white, tall and strong. They were no less powerful than Pang Shan Jinwei horses. But he had no admiration in his heart. Although he had only been on the battlefield once, he had already thought about the problem like an old soldier: style and majesty were both burdens on the battlefield.
The second commander who came out of the city was the princess of Xijie. Among the major vassal states, she won the highest position for herself. This was the result of a series of intense struggles. She never showed up herself, but only made plans behind the scenes. The guilty Xin Taifu and Chen Zhiwei were responsible for negotiating with all parties.
The princess was wearing a full set of armor, and there were only two people following her. One was Xin Taifu, who had no official position for the time being, and the other was Pan Sanye, an old soldier holding a Qilin flag. Behind them were three Pangshan Iron Qilins. The little Qilin flea in the middle actually had a helmet on its head. Only a few people knew that there was really a head inside the helmet.
Cheers suddenly rang out, not only the guards of Xijie Kingdom, but also the soldiers of Dongjie Kingdom and other countries, all cheering with their greatest strength. This sound had no real words and meaning, but was just an expression of emotion.
Some soldiers witnessed it with their own eyes, and some soldiers heard about it from others. In any case, the princess's heroic act of personally participating in the battle with her weak body has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. This is an act that the soldiers truly admire, and it is also the royal family they are willing to fight for.
The cheers at the city gate were so loud that they overwhelmed the rumbling of horse hooves. Even Qu Xungui, who was walking in front, couldn't help but look back, and his face was still expressionless.
The princess's guards only had more than 200 people, all of whom were the most trusted people.
The soldiers at the city gate followed the commanders of various countries and left, leaving behind the mud trampled by the horses' hooves. Behind them, a tall wooden altar was erected on the ruins of the collapsed city wall.
No one noticed that there were now four more people on the altar, which was empty just now.
Zuo Liuying sat upright on a cushion. For today's decisive battle, he didn't want to waste any magic power, and he didn't even want to use a small spell like levitation. His hands were crossed in front of his abdomen, palms facing up, holding up the small ancestral tower, without showing any strangeness.
On the left hand of the head of the Forbidden Secret Department stood Lan Qizhang. His only task was to wait for the battle to start and wait for an opportunity to fly to the Demon Fire Mountain. This was his last day. He had been waiting for more than a month, and his expression did not fluctuate at all.
On the right hand is Fangfang. She failed to fight with the other Taoist priests as she wished. Zuo Liuying wants to fight the giant demon king with all his strength, so he needs her to stay by his side to help and do some simple things. Fangfang looked into the distance. The Taoist priests and monks who had set off first had already flown nearly a hundred miles away. She immediately recognized a familiar figure among the group of people. Xiaoqiu, as usual, was flying at the front of the team, letting everyone She was proud, but it also worried her.
Standing behind Zuo Liuying was Zeng Fu. She had no inner elixir and no magic skills. The Taoist priests and monks in the sky in the distance were just a small group of black dots in her eyes, but in contrast to the several troops neatly distributed on the ground. It's clear up there.
"Oh, it's hard to line up like this, but it will be chaotic later. Chief, you are so capable, can't you fight off the demon soldiers by yourself? You have to let so many people kill each other."
Zeng Fu waited for a while and shook his head helplessly. It seemed that he did not get an answer from Zuo Liuying. She asked again: "Where are the demon soldiers? Why haven't I seen any of them? And the demon fire mountain always appears in my dreams. But I can't see it in broad daylight?"
Zeng Fu looked around and saw that the west was indeed covered with a large cloud and mist, like a high wall, dividing the earth into two. The cloud and mist were mainly light black, mixed with various bright colors, like vines clinging to the wall. plant. The direction Fangfang pointed. The color of the clouds and mist was lighter. Zeng Fu stared at it for a while and found something flickering in the clouds and mist.
This is indeed the mountain of demon fire that flattened the Ancestor Peak, and it is constantly spraying flames.
"It seems to have grown bigger again, higher than the real mountain." Zeng Fu shook his head again, and suddenly said in a begging voice: "Sir, please, use all your abilities, don't let the demon fire come to you again." Mountains have killed so many people. You lived hundreds of years, they only lived a few decades, and some of them were just children.”
Zuo Liuying still didn't answer, he could just let his words appear in Zeng Fu's mind. But he didn't do that. He just looked at the Demonic Fire Mountain opposite. The distance of two hundred miles seemed like a short distance to him.
It was Fangfang who comforted her, "Don't worry. We will defeat the demon soldiers and take back Pangshan, because the two leaders are confident, because we have no way to retreat. Of course we are more brave."
"We cherish life more than the demon soldiers." Zeng Fu added, with a glimmer of hope in his voice.
Lan Qizhang spoke, "First Officer, please keep you two quiet."
Fangfang smiled and stood back up. Zeng Fu pouted and said nothing. In fact, she really wanted to ask Lan Qizhang. If he was about to die, didn't he have any hesitation in his heart?
Even if Zuo Liuying did not give the order, Zeng Fu would not ask. This was an insult to Lan Qizhang, and the leader made it very clear that even if there was a trace of fear in his heart, he would not be able to use the technique of breaking the pill.
It was daybreak, and the human army was in position. Chariots, cavalry, infantry, and talisman divisions were all in place. Because they belonged to several countries, the flags were many and complicated. No one could completely distinguish them. Everyone could only stare at them. Carrying the flag of my country, my commander, and my general.
Strangely, the entire battlefield was extremely quiet, as if everyone was waiting for a long-awaited review, rather than a life-and-death battle.
Mu Xingqiu has developed the habit of detecting people's hearts at any time, and the range is wider than before. He couldn't help but look back and didn't understand where the confidence of these human armies came from. If they also had the same abilities as the Taoist priests flying ahead. The third eye, which can see through the unclean air, probably won't be so indifferent.
The demon clan's army is not only 70,000, but in just a few days, they have increased their strength by a large amount, which will only be larger than the human army.
Mu Xingqiu completely believed Taifu Xin's guess. With so many demon soldiers coming to support, there was only one possibility: the country of Saishen had fallen to the power of the demon land.
The demon army has a complex composition, with a large number of infantry and cavalry. The mounts are all kinds of strange. Although they are not as beautiful as the strange beasts transformed by casual cultivators, they are more real and powerful. At least three hundred giant ice and snow elephants are lined up at the front of the cavalry, and they are covered with robes. Wearing layers of armor, it shakes its huge head and long tusks from time to time. The elephant's trunk is raised, and thick fog is sprayed out from its nostrils.
There are no knights on the backs of the giant ice elephants. This shows that they are a group of intelligent beast monsters, not beasts that only know how to charge.
A large number of wolf cavalry and bear cavalry lined up behind. This time they did not dare to charge alone. The sky was filled with flying monsters, and they cooperated closely with the various soldiers and did not make any rash advances.
This is a well-trained demon army. ww. nh.
But all the demon soldiers combined are not as good as the demon fire mountain at the front. It has thousands of holes on its body, half of which are spraying flames, and the other half of which are absorbing the unclean air. It sways gently and will move forward at any time. Scroll, sweep everything away.
Mu Xingqiu did not see Qi Wushang's figure.
At Shenshi, the unclean air two hundred miles west of Duanliu City began to retreat, revealing the huge army inside.
Two breezes, coming from the east and west, came towards each other at extremely fast speeds, crossing the entire battlefield and colliding in no man's land. With a loud noise, a ravine dozens of miles long and several feet deep appeared on the surface.
The two breezes did not stop, crossing each other and heading straight for the other side's position.
Zuo Liuying and Qi Wushang's first head-to-head confrontation was uneventful. They each killed thousands of the other's soldiers. Thousands of soldiers had no idea where the danger came from and were not even prepared to take a step forward.
(There are more things than I thought, and time is really not enough, so I can only update one chapter every day. I will return to normal on the 16th. Please understand) (To be continued...)