On the tenth day of the first lunar month of the first year of the empire, the eldest prince, Beitangjun of Yanhou, formed an army of 100,000 from Yan County and headed towards Beiyang Imperial City, and pressed forward.
Marquis Jian, Marquis Ling, and Marquis Wu expressed neutrality one after another. Only Marquis Yue Gu Jiantang sent troops for thirty miles, thinking that it echoed, but in fact, there was no substantial action.
The news reached Bei Tangjun's ears. He, who had always had a gentle temper, was so angry that he cursed.
"What I said at that time was better than anything else. When the war began, Gu Jiantang became a turtle with his head."
Beitangjun's men, looking at the furious Beitangjun, dared not speak out.
After a long time, Beitangjun finished venting, grabbed the teacup, drank it all, waved his hand, signaling his men to retreat.
The strategists and generals all bowed their fists and said in return.
Countless black gas slowly emerged from Beitangjun's body, and gradually condensed into a black shadow.
If Ye Junlin and Wei Ye were there, they would definitely recognize that this black shadow was the "black fog old demon" they met that day.
The 'Black Mist Old Demon' coughed gently, then patted Bei Tangjun on the shoulder and said, "You don't have to be too angry. I said earlier that old boy Gu Jiantang cannot be trusted."
"It's already like this, I can only walk on the verge of being on the verge of being on the verge of being on the verge of being on the verge of being on the verge of being on the verge of being on the verge of being on the verge of being on the verge of being on the verge of being on the verge of being on the verge of being on the verge of being on the verge of being on the verge of being on the
"Don't worry." The "Black Mist Old Demon" said with great confidence: "Those two boys who have entered the "Xuanwang Realm" join forces are not my opponents. In my eyes, the others are not even scumbags. Besides, we still have the "Corpse Ghost Array".
Beitangjun felt relieved and suddenly remembered something: "Isn't Ye Junlin still that strange jade pendant in his hand?"
The face of the "Black Mist Old Demon" changed slightly, and the "Sword God Emperor Jade" was indeed a thorn in his heart.
Although I was afraid, the 'Black Mist Old Demon' still smiled lightly on his face: "Last time, I was careless. If I meet me next time, let alone a jade pendant, I won't take it seriously even if I don't have to say ten."
Beitangjun was in a good mood. What he didn't notice was that a light flashed through the eyes of the "Black Mist Old Demon".
Two flowers bloom, each with one branch.
Just as Beitang Jun marched at a speed of 100 miles a day, Beitang Jiju, who had already ascended the throne of Beiyang, was discussing with his ministers about how to defeat Beitang Jun.
Many ministers raised great dissatisfaction and doubts about the issue of Kitado Jiko's "retreating" in the imperial city. Kitado Jiko didn't say anything. He asked his close servants to gently open a map, which marked several red and blue circles.
The ministers who had already questioned their expressions immediately turned on the map and shouted repeatedly: "The king is wise."
Kita Kiko sighed and laughed: "The enemy has a 100,000 army, and the average cultivation level is only in the 'mid-level Xuanshi'; and although my imperial capital has only 50,000 guards, the minimum cultivation level is also in the 'low-level Xuanling'. The enemy will definitely be extremely tired when coming from thousands of miles. Our army is waiting for work and will definitely wipe it out!"
As Kitado Jiju finished speaking, a series of "Long Live" sounds immediately sounded in the Golden Palace.
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On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of the first year of the Empire's New Year, it was originally the most lively Lantern Festival. But at this time, with the troops of Beitangjun's army approaching the city, everyone in the imperial capital was full of soldiers, and who would still have the intention to celebrate the Lantern Festival?
Beitangjun, fifteen miles away from the capital, looked at the word "Imperial City" with an iron-painted silver hook on the city gate, and sighed: "High City, long time no see."
Late in the night, Beiyang King Beido Jiju stood on the city tower, looking at Yan Jun who was crowded but had a loose sand, and smiled softly: "Since you are here, then you should not go back."
A kindness does not control the army, and a righteousness does not carry out business.
Although Kitado Jiko had ascended the throne for less than half a month, his mind had matured to the point of being an emperor who had ascended the throne for thirty years.
As the night became deeper, millions of torches were lit on the tower of the imperial capital. The originally dark night sky was illuminated like daytime. The Yan army under the city had already set up camp and started to bury pots and make rice, preparing to capture the imperial city in one fell swoop tomorrow.
The corners of Kitado Jiju's mouth slightly raised because he saw Ye Junlin and Wang Bodang who were preparing to rob the camp at night.
As the night became deeper, Yan Jun, who had been tired for a long time, fell asleep deeply.
More than a dozen black shadows, like ghosts in the dark night, sneaked into the vicinity of the Yan army sentry. The man in black, led by the man in black, was carrying a scorching red sword on his back.
In fact, Ye Junlin went out of the city to rob the camp himself.
A black shadow suddenly flashed before the eight scouts. When they looked carefully, they found that it was gone.
While the scout was stunned, a sharp blade passed through his neck, and the blade was covered with poison, and the throat was sealed with blood. The scout outside the Yan County camp was completely dealt with in a flash.
Ye Junlin tore off the black cloth from his face and shouted: "Imperial Guard, kill!"
Ten thousand imperial guards wearing golden armored cavalry were like rolling rivers, instantly rushing out of the city gate, shouting loudly.
Yan Jun, who was sleeping, rubbed his sleepy eyes, but saw the bright swords all over the city. He didn't care about using any mysterious skills, so the soldiers ran away.
The Imperial Guard took advantage of the situation to pursue, and the colorful mysterious lights covered the sky and the earth.
Beitangjun was also awakened by the noisy sound of the camp. He shouted "I'm careless" and then led his elite troops to resist.
Ye Junlin rode on a tall horse, and the red flame sword in his hand shone brightly. Every time he waved it, a fire rushes into the sky, harvesting the lives of countless Yan soldiers.
Wang Bodang saw Ye Junlin as if he was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and the 100,000 troops on the opposite side were defeated by ten thousand elite cavalry. He couldn't help but feel excited and asked to join the war towards Beidang Jima.
Kitado Jiko smiled and said, "Yes."
Then, another ten thousand troops in silver armor emerged in a vast expanse. Their army was named "Yulin Army".
Twenty thousand elite cavalry who were waiting for their hard work rushed into the 90,000 tired infantry, like a tide, and wherever they went, they drowned countless lives.
Ye Junlin took the lead, and met the god and killed the god, and met the Buddha.
Eight of the thirteen "Generals" of Beitangjun died under his Red Flame Sword, and three others died in Wang Bodang's extremely tricky hidden arrows.
Only Zheng Guigu and Zhao Jinjin were left, and they were still guarding Beitangjun.
Just now, a young man wearing fine scales and golden armor appeared in Ye Junlin's team. He rode a black horse and a golden spear in his hand, which was not the standard outfit of the Imperial Guard.
"Old thief Zhao Jinjin, dare to fight me Liang Bufan?!"