"Peerless killing array!" Duan Zongzhu's face changed drastically!
"Master Li is dead. The one who issued the order just now was not Master Li, but Lin Su!"
"Lin Su, I'm the eighteenth generation of your ancestors..."
"Ah!" Miserable shouts came from the air, but a group of cultivators wanted to escape. Unfortunately, the killing array was already in place!
They became the first victims...
Six hundred thousand troops gathered in a radius of fifty miles. Now that they have been enveloped by the killing array, their fate is already determined...
Let’s talk about the south bank of Jinjiang River...
Li Xiaotian raised the big flag in his hand: "The formation on the north bank is complete, cross the Jinjiang River!"
The Flying Dragon Legion, the Green Dragon and White Tiger Legion, which were already ready to go, roared in unison: "Cross the Jinjiang River and take back the old land!"
At this moment, above the Pingyao City Restaurant, the two young masters looked at the circle of golden light in Jiangbei from afar, with strange expressions on their faces.
Wu Yu murmured: "The peerless killing array! He still set it up!"
The purple-clothed young man smiled slightly: "Lin Su, even if we fight from a distance tonight, you can gather an army of 600,000 with a powerful force. It is indeed heroic. But look at my "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", your flying dragon army will again
how!"
With a swish sound, an ancient scroll flew out, covering thousands of miles of mountains and rivers on the south bank of Jinjiang River!
The Flying Dragon Legion and the Green Dragon and White Tiger Legion who had arrived at the riverside were shocked at the same time...
In front of them was not the rolling water of the Jinjiang River, but an extremely tall snow-capped mountain!
There are avalanches on the snowy mountains!
The rumbling snow surged like a spring tide, covering the sky and the earth. The front group of men and horses were swept into the white snow, and rolled over, turning the soldiers into bones...
Li Qingquan was shocked: "The magical power of the painting world! Retreat!"
With a swish sound, the Azure Dragon Legion, which was only one step away from the oncoming avalanche, retreated, but more than ten people were still covered in snow and turned into bones on the ground.
With a bang, the top of the mountain was like spring thunder, and the snow on the entire mountain turned into heavy snow in the sky at the same time. There was nothing but white snow in the world...
At this moment, Li Xiaotian shouted: "Reject the formation, start!"
With a chirping sound, a golden thread crossed a hundred miles away, and a golden net appeared out of thin air. Heavy snow floated on the golden net, disappearing into nothingness...
The purple-clothed young man stared at the golden line in the scroll, and his expression changed: "There is also a set of rejection formations that can be used in the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Picture?"
Before he finished speaking, the ancient scroll in his hand suddenly trembled violently. Golden light seemed to shine through the painting, and the painting seemed to be shattered into pieces.
"No! Let's go!"
The painting of the Prince in Purple Clothes suddenly rolled up and flew into the sky.
On the side of Jinjiang River, the moon is white and the wind is clear again.
The terrifying scene just now was like a dream, but when Li Qingquan and Li Xiaotian looked at each other, they were still shocked...
Hundreds of bones fell on the ground!
This is the huge damage caused by the painting just now!
If they hadn't refused, the entire flying dragon army, including themselves, would have turned into bones!
Cross the river!
Thousands of miles of traveling through clouds emerged from the water, and a hundred thousand troops crossed the river...
By the time they all crossed the river, the peerless killing array had come to an end...
Of the army of 600,000 people of all types, only 600,000 sets of bloody clothes were left. Whether they were top masters in spiritual practice, geniuses in literature, soldiers, or commanders, they were all gone.
Lin Su and An Ye fell from the sky and were greeted by cheers from everyone. After the cheers, a piece of news made Lin Su's smile disappear from his face...
"Hua Dao magical power? How powerful is it?" Lin Su frowned deeply.
"This painting is definitely not a painting from the literary world! It can only be a painting from a quasi-sage!" Li Xiaotian said: "If Brother Lin hadn't passed down the 'rejection formation' three days ago, the Flying Dragon Legion would have encountered an unprecedented disaster today!"
Li Qingquan said: "Brother, you passed down the rejection array three days ago. Could it be that you already calculated that someone would steal the camp while you were leaving it?"
Lin Su slowly shook his head: "It's not a last resort, it's just a nip in the bud!"
"The matter is over!" Bi Xuanji said: "Although our army suffered battle losses, fortunately they were not many. The overall situation of the Northern Expedition has been decided, which is a joy. Everyone should be happy and not be so heavy."
Lin Su sighed: "When the mountains and rivers of the North are at war, where can the people ask the fishermen and woodcutter? Don't ask about the feudal princes. In one battle, thousands of bones will be withered... Your Highness the King of Jin!"
Li Qingquan stepped forward and said, "Brother, what are your orders?"
"On the day the Northern Expedition is completed, you build a monument in Yanjing and record the names of the soldiers who died in the Northern Expedition one by one, so that their heroes can stay in the north forever!"
"Yes!" Li Qingquan said.
Du Yuting said: "With this action of your lord, the martyrs under the Nine Springs will surely rest in peace. We, our warriors on the expedition to foreign lands, would like to thank you, lord, on behalf of our former comrades!"
"Thank you, sir!" All the lieutenants bowed in unison.
As soldiers, dying in battle seems to be their fate.
What can they leave behind?
Maybe there is only one famous name!
Having a hero's name engraved on a monument will last forever and be admired by thousands of people. This is what soldiers look forward to the most. However, have soldiers ever received this kind of treatment before? The status of soldiers is already low. How many taels of pension will be given to their families after they die?
You already have a lot of incense burning in your hand, why do you still expect this?
And Lin Su directly raised the status of a martyr to a sacred realm, how could he not move them?
In this northern expedition, no matter how many storms there are ahead, no matter how long they can survive, they will fight hard!
"Tomorrow, we will go to Yanjing!" Lin Su glanced at the faces of the generals: "Today, have a good rest!"
…
It was late at night, Lin Su was lying in the military camp, sitting on the edge of the bed in the dark night, her eyes were quite strange: "As soon as my husband entered the battlefield, the whole army was convinced. I feel that it is not only my husband's military skills that are peerless, but more importantly,
You care about the soldiers like a family member."
This is probably the consensus of all those who followed Lin Su into the battlefield.
Lin Su's care for the soldiers is truly from the heart and is reflected in every branch and leaf...
In the face of danger, he would not use soldiers as cannon fodder. He would rather test it himself. For example, the Battle of Yanmen Pass a few days ago, and the "Commander's Alone Night Attack" that just happened, all reflected this.
The soldier died, and he did not hesitate to stand at the forefront and fight for the soldier's pension despite the biggest taboo in the world.
In this northern expedition, the enemy has annihilated millions of people, but the Flying Dragon Legion has only suffered a few thousand battle losses. Even with such a bizarre battle loss ratio, he is still sad. He still wants to build a monument to commemorate the souls of these undead who died in the battle.
Stay in the north.
Throughout the world, in thousands of years of war history, there are some commanders who are invincible and invincible.
But it can be said that there is no such thing as a commander who cares about his soldiers like him.
People's hearts can be warmed.
It is not without reason that soldiers like him and respect him.
Lin Sudao: "Maybe the blood of generals bleeds in my bones. Ten generations of generals in the Lin family have suffered from civilian suppression everywhere. I can feel the pain of the soldiers better than anyone else."
When he said these words, Lin Su raised his eyes and looked at the sky.
The sky is as bright as the moon, and it is vast and boundless.
He seemed to be looking at this world, this picture of his father Dingnanhou in the flesh.
He seemed to see outside this world, the world he once stayed in. In that world, there was a monument to the People's Heroes. The monument was just granite, but the heroic spirit passed down on it inspired generations of people to sacrifice themselves.
Life forgets death.
If a place wants to have long-term peace and stability, the Wei and Jin Dynasty of light robes and long sleeves, reciting poems and composing poems will not last long. It must build a consensus and have a spirit to stand there.
The northern border, the land of the old Jin Dynasty, is full of catkins and is also a ravaged land. It needs a spiritual totem to allow this flying dragon army to stick to the Lingding Ocean and stop the panic!
A voice from the dark night came to my ears: "Ms. sir, what do you think of the literary master who took action in Jiangnan today?"
“Nine times out of ten, it’s the painting of the Holy Family!”
In fact, this answer is almost the standard answer...
At least, Li Qingquan, Li Xiaotian, and Bi Xuanji all think this is the standard answer...
Several entanglements in the four towns in the north, and several battles in the Northern Expedition, the Painting Saint Family has been among them...
A painting appeared today. It was suspected to be a painting of a quasi-sage. It almost destroyed the Flying Dragon Legion and the Blue Dragon and White Tiger Legion. Who could it be if it wasn't the painting of the Holy Saint?
However, no one has expanded on this topic.
No one even mentioned it in front of Lin Su.
Just because they didn't want to irritate Lin Su, they were worried that Lin Su would target the Hua Sheng Holy Family, thus making the hostile relationship between the two parties irreconcilable.
The Holy Family is no small matter.
Not to mention that its own strength is comparable to that of a country.
They are also relatives of the Temple.
Their ancestors painted saints, who were directly at the highest level of the temple.
Lin Su's current methods can generally be used in the secular world, but there are a few taboos that must not be touched, one of which is not to kill the Holy Family.
The partners knew this and did not want to irritate Lin Su.
An Ye also knows this, and she doesn't want to irritate Lin Su, but she does know that Lin Su can see things that everyone can see clearly. It doesn't matter whether you irritate or not. If he wants to attack the Holy Family,
He will still take action.
She wanted to know what her husband really thought.
So I asked: "What should you do?"
Lin Sudao: "The Holy Family of the Painting Saint is different from the Valley of the Beasts. I cannot directly destroy it with the Peerless Killing Formation. However, since they have repeatedly provoked me, I have to respond!"
After hearing the first half of the sentence, An Ye's heart relaxed a little.
But after hearing the second half of the sentence, her hand suddenly turned up and grabbed Lin Su's hand.
"What? Are you worried that I will bring things to a point where I can't end it?" Lin Su held her back.
An Ye breathed out softly: "My husband has always been impeccable in his actions. You know better than anyone what you can do and what you cannot do... But as long as you have this desire for revenge in your heart, the situation will escalate step by step.
In the end, it’s possible that no one will be able to stop it.”
"You understand this, and so do I, but the Hua Sheng Holy Family doesn't understand it. So, after what happened here, I have to remind them... Come on!" She gently pulled An Ye to sleep on the bed.
An Ye shook his head: "No!"
"We have to fight tomorrow, why don't you take a rest?"
"I'm in your bed, and you still want to rest?..." An Ye glanced at him with a blushing face: "Please, sir, look around, this is a military camp. If you can't become famous by playing every day, don't worry about those who are against you."
How can the generals you admire so much follow your example?"
…
Yanjing!
Now it’s called Xuntai!
What is Xun? Wanton ocean!
This is the praise that Emperor Li Chi of Dayu gave to King Zhou Kuohai of Jin. What is the praise? He has a straightforward temperament and dares to think and do, just like the vast ocean, which can flow thousands of miles.
The word "jumping a thousand miles" is very positive when used in terms of temperament.
Used in attitude towards life, it is comfortable.
However, Zhou Kuohai felt at this moment that this word had another less positive meaning: a military breakthrough!
He was terrified, yes, ever since he heard the bad news that all the 600,000 troops on the north bank died in the peerless killing array, he, a super fierce man who used to dare even the Queen of Jin to press on the dragon throne, was terrified!
The day before, the Minister of War came personally, and the army gathered on the north bank. Every day, countless masters came to surrender. Every day, it was growing. But today, it was like a strong wind sweeping through, the flowers withered and the leaves flew away, leaving behind a lonely platform.
, feeling the coming boundless wind and rain...
"Elder, the only plan we have now is the Holy Family. I sincerely ask the elders to take action to reverse the situation!" Zhou Kuohai clasped his fists with both hands and bowed deeply.
In front of him is an old man with a long beard. This old man is as gentle as the wise man in the painting.
When he came to the palace a few days ago, he always had a gentle smile on his face. However, after the shocking news came, the smile on his face disappeared and he stared at the sky for a long time, like a sculpture.
…
The elder slowly lowered his head and looked quietly at Zhou Kuohai in front of him: "Your Majesty, the situation has changed."
Zhou Kuohai's heart skipped a beat: "The elder is referring to..."
The elder said: "The Holy Family originally thought that this war was just a simple invasion by the Great Cang, which was unjust. The Holy Family takes the inheritance of the Holy Way as its own responsibility, and it is also its duty to support orthodoxy. However, from the current situation,
It seems that this is not the case. This is clearly a battle for the restoration of the country by the prince of the old Jin Dynasty! This three thousand miles of land was originally taken from the Jin Dynasty, but now the old Jin Dynasty wants to claim it back. It is difficult to decide who is the orthodox one. Therefore, the head of the family has given an order.
The Holy Family comes ashore to watch!”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a stream of light, no, dozens of streams!
Everyone in the city who painted the Holy Family must withdraw at the same time!
Zhou Kuohai sat down on the chair, feeling cold to the bone...
The Holy Family’s rhetoric makes perfect sense!
The Holy Family is not a dynasty, and it is a rule that the Holy Family does not interfere in the royal family's struggle for hegemony!
But the Holy Family takes the inheritance of the Holy Way as its responsibility, upholds justice, and supports orthodoxy. What is orthodoxy? The homeland of the old Jin Dynasty, three thousand miles away, has been included in Dayu for fifteen years, but Da Cang has not actually occupied it for a day.
, comparing the two, Ohsumi obviously has a more orthodox status.
Therefore, when Da Cang invades this land, it makes sense for the Holy Family to intervene, to ensure justice.
However, the situation has changed now. Da Cang is not invading, but the prince of the old Jin Dynasty is returning to the country!
In this land, you, Da Yu, occupy an orthodox position compared to Da Cang.
However, you, Dayu, snatched this land from the old Jin Dynasty. Compared with the original owner, you have lost your orthodox status.
Therefore, the Holy Family made strategic adjustments and stopped intervening!
The truth is round, and whatever is round is reasonable.
The holy way is also round, and all the heroes in the world "choose the one that is beneficial and follow it"!
Did you just find out today that the leader of the Holy Family is the prince of the old Jin Dynasty?
You clearly sensed the crisis and retreated bravely!
If you quit, what should I do?
The Wasteland Legion is gone...
The Beiyuan Legion is gone...
The Minister of War is gone...
The Holy Family of Paintings has withdrawn...
In the homeland of the old Jin Dynasty, all the top leaders of more than two hundred sects were gone...
Where is my life-saving straw?
There is only one great hero, Li Chi!
His message has been sent to Li Chi, but there has been no reply...
Zhou Kuohai's inner sadness surged in the night sky. Your Majesty, have you given up on me too?
In fact, he thought wrong!
Li Chi really didn't want to give up on him!
He was sitting in the deepest part of the study, his face twisted under the night pearl, and even a little twitching...
"Your Majesty! When Lin Su enters the northern border, his power... his power is really unstoppable! The old minister thinks... it is better to abandon the old Jin Dynasty temporarily and take a long-term plan." Prime Minister Wang Qunshui knelt in front of his desk, trembling...
With a shout, Li Chi stood up and a pile of memorials clattered down on the royal desk.
Prime Minister Wang Qunshui and first-grade doctor Du Ruxin fell down at the same time and turned pale.
Li Chi took a deep breath: "It took me ten years to conquer the four kingdoms of Lu, Chu, Han, and Jin. The pace of the Southern Expedition has already begun. The great cause of the great future is only just around the corner. How can a little Lin Su still want to force me to take a big step back?"
In the study room, his roar surged, and the two first-rank officials below were all eclipsed. How could a great king refuse to give up?
Any order he issues will be earth-shattering!
…
No matter how long the night is, it will eventually pass.
The Flying Dragon Legion ushered in the final chapter of their Northern Expedition under the early morning sunshine.
Yes, in their feelings, today is the final chapter of the Northern Expedition.
The real decisive battle was actually yesterday.
With the annihilation of the 600,000-strong army on the north coast, the war has come to an end.
Although there is still Yanjing (Dasumi is called Xuntai) that has not yet been conquered, how can a mere former imperial city and tens of thousands of defenders stop the flying dragon army that sweeps away millions of troops like a sweeping force?
The army has started, and Yanjing is thirty miles away.
The sun has reached its peak, and the ancient Yanjing City is bathing in the sunshine. The Zhongshan Mountain on its left is like a giant bell, about to play the eternal sound.
On the top of Yanjing City, the city guard general stared at the flying dragon army coming step by step. Looking at the three people directly in front of the flying dragon army, his eyelids trembled desperately.
He knows who these three people are.
In the middle is the King of Jin who was granted the title of Da Cang. He was the seventh prince of the Jin Dynasty in the past. The latter identity is even more difficult than the previous one because this identity represents the righteousness of sending troops. Because of this righteousness, Xun
The station’s most powerful backing: the Painting Saint Holy Family withdrew last night - from his perspective, he can probably only interpret so much.
The one on the right in handsome uniform is Dragon City Flying General Li Xiaotian, who is also the most famous border war god in the entire Osumi Army. Anyone who encounters him will find it difficult, and no general dares to look down upon him when he is mentioned.
Of these two men, one possessed great righteousness in status, and the other possessed great power in the art of war.
They are all roles that Osumi Jun should not ignore even a little bit.
However, today's protagonists are not them yet.
The real protagonist is the white robe on the left.
The "white robe" in "Wine in a pot of green blood and yellow sand, from now on thousands of armies avoid white robes"!
Lin Su!
Lin Su, the uncrowned God of War, is famous all over the world for his literary skills, replaced the Emperor of Da Cang with his wisdom, but shocked the North with his military skills!
In the past, Lin Su conquered four towns with 3,000 remnant troops, causing an uproar in Dayu, leaving behind the battlefield legend of "thousands of troops avoid white robes" (by the way, Huo Qi's "White Robe Poetry" was "white robe poem" in Dayu "Forbidden poetry" - as long as it is circulated, it will be punished as "disrupting the morale of the army." It is also an anecdote through the ages that poetry has been mixed up to this extent.)
But this time, he led an army of 100,000 flying dragons to fight for 3,000 miles. In just seven days, he annihilated the Wasteland Wolf Regiment, destroyed the Northern Plains Legion, broke through the Yanmen Gate, killed the Beast Valley, and lined up the troops on the Jinjiang River. God blocked the God and killed the Buddha. Block and kill the Buddha.
Everyone originally thought that the defense line on the north bank of the Jinjiang River would drag this battlefield killer into a protracted war. However, just yesterday, in just one hour, all the capable warriors from the old Jin Dynasty gathered together and almost defeated them in one fell swoop.
When the bad news reached Xuntai, the city guard general collapsed.
As the defender of the royal capital, as a general who has fought hundreds of battles, even though his nerves are as strong as a thousand-year-old bamboo, he cannot withstand such a test...
His subordinates all look like heroes, guarding the city head with high spirits, but if you take a closer look, you can find that their legs are shaking all the time. What's more, some soldiers have drips on their trouser legs. Water is dripping...
The army is approaching step by step.
Li Qingquan raised his eyes and looked at Yanjing. With just one glance, his thoughts were endless.
"Brother!" came a voice from behind: "The feelings are complicated, aren't they?"
Li Qingquan took a long breath and chanted softly: "The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed..."
Lin Su was filled with emotions when listening to this familiar verse.
Comrade Li, the poet emperor of another world, have you ever thought that your eternal term would have another interpretation in this world?
Li Xiaotian waved his hand gently: "The Thirty-Six Strategies of the Art of War, "Build the plank road in the open and cross the Chen Cang secretly"!"
The holy path flashed, and a passage appeared on the city wall...
With a bang, the army entered the city!
In the last battle, Lin Su didn't take action!
The city gate opened wide, and Lin Su and Li Qingquan walked in side by side. After finishing Xuanji, An Ye followed side by side. They walked through the familiar imperial city in the past, carrying thousands of thoughts, step by step... home!
The three characters "Old Jin Imperial Palace" and "Prince Jin's Mansion" have been taken down, and the Blue Dragon and White Tiger Legion has taken control of the entrance and is standing at the door bowing to greet them.
Li Qingquan stepped on it, and the gold-lettered signboard of the Jin Palace, a gift from the emperor, turned into powder and passed its short life.
There were corpses strewn on both sides of the road ahead.
Blood is spilled on the former palace walls, but the remnants of the battle inside are still there.
Bi Xuanji's figure flashed, and soon, the fighting behind him stopped.
A passage leads directly to the highest palace.
This palace was the former Zhengde Palace of the Jin Dynasty.
Now, it has been changed into the Political Affairs Hall.
"Zhou Kuohai is inside!" A Qinglong leader bowed.
"Okay! You guys stay here and I will finish it with my own hands!" Li Qingquan's eyes flashed as he pushed open the door of Zhengde Palace.
The long Zhengde Hall is endlessly empty.
There is only one person sitting at the end of the Golden Palace. Of course, the chair he is sitting on is not a dragon chair. However, this chair is not much smaller than the dragon chair in the past. The material of this chair is North Sea ten thousand year crystal jade, which is better than the material of the dragon chair in the past. .
Zhou Kuohai was only in his fifties. He was a general and a martial artist. He was already in the prime of life at this age, but at this moment, his hair was messy, his face looked haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and a sense of madness came to his face.
Looking at Li Qingquan who was slowly walking over, Zhou Kuohai's face twitched slightly: "I have no regrets at all! I deeply regret that I left such a scoundrel like you behind! That led to today's calamity!"
"I can tell you a lot about karma, but I'm too lazy to say it. Just one sentence is enough!" Li Qingquan stepped onto the last step and came face to face with Zhou Kuohai.
"What are you talking about?"
Li Qingquan said: "You, Ling Chi's Thousand Swordsman, can't be spared without one blow! Your children and your nine clans will not be left alone!"
"Li's son!" Zhou Kuohai stood up, raised his hand, and the royal seal in his palm rose to the sky, and a sharp shout resounded throughout the world: "I am alone in Xuntai for a day, and I am the king!"
The royal seal in Li Qingquan's hand also suddenly rose, and he shouted: "You have your feet in the homeland of the Jin Dynasty, you have the blood of the Jin emperor in your body, and your heart is in the country of the Jin Dynasty. You are the king!"
Together with these shouts, the whole palace shook!
The royal seal in Li Qingquan's hand was so brilliant that it rushed out of the palace, rushed out of Yanjing, and covered thousands of miles away...
The royal seal in Zhou Kuohai's hand shattered into pieces with a click...