Chapter 509 The Red Dust Refinement of the Political and Taoist Association 5
Xiyupo is the place where those 10,000 soldiers disappeared. No one could be seen alive or dead, as if they had disappeared out of thin air.
They are born strange. One of them usually controls the body, and the other exists in the form of will. When existing in the form of will, Zhan Changfeng can catch the whispers of the dead from time to time, and Yi Changsheng can occasionally see the mystery between heaven and earth.
Zhan Changfeng was obsessed with Shimen Pass because he heard an unusual sound in that direction. So what kind of threat did Yi Changsheng feel when he resisted?
"The unknown." Yi Changsheng looked at the Daqian territory in the sand table. She was never afraid of the unknown, but she refused to let the unknown appear in the already formed plan, especially near the end.
"I will go to Shimen Pass, but I will avoid this place." She raised her hand to erase Xiyupo, "At least until the end of the war."
Zhan Changfeng was all-powerful. Although she was curious, she obviously listened to Yi Changsheng's words. "Then let's put this matter on hold. First, we should give an explanation to the relatives of the missing soldiers in the name of sacrifice."
Yi Changsheng nodded and said, "The missing ones are the vanguard troops of Shimen Pass. The defense strength of Shimen Pass has been reduced by at least 20%. Mingtang will soon be able to detect this. If he is smart, he will launch a general attack before the dragon and wolf army arrives. only..."
"There are too many strange people and strangers over there," Zhan Changfeng continued seamlessly with a sarcastic smile, "I have always found it strange that although my father's hands and feet are a bit too big, it won't make the world angry and people will complain, and the building will collapse. There is a process, not to mention the Daqian dynasty that lasted for thousands of years."
"However, the fact is that from the emperor, down to the officials, and to the common people, the long-buried illness seemed to have been suddenly detonated, and collapsed from the inside out at a rare speed, so it was natural for the princes to compete for hegemony. It has evolved to the current Daqian, the confrontation between the north and the south, and..." Zhan Changfeng paused and said quietly, "The so-called strange people and strangers have appeared frequently in recent years."
"Now it seems that the so-called strange people and strangers are the hidden Qi practitioners, or the legendary ascetics who can become immortals, gods and Buddhas." Yi Changsheng knocked on the table and said nothing.
For a long time, she didn't know what she meant, "What do you think of a monk doing to an army?"
"Eight hundred losses to oneself."
"What about dozens of monks versus 300,000 soldiers?"
"..." Zhan Changfeng raised his sharp phoenix eyes and said with a cold smile, "You'll know if you try it."
The next day, Yi Changsheng led thousands of dragon and wolf cavalry straight to Shimen Pass. Five days later, all 300,000 soldiers at Shimen Pass lined up in front of the enemy formation, just in time to confront Mingtang.
Marshal Cheng Baizang of Mingtang was shocked. Why did the Dagan people, who usually shrunk like turtles, suddenly confront each other head-on? Shouldn't there be a siege first?
Even though he only had about 100,000 people in the battle, he did not panic. Instead, he laughed, "The men have rounded them up, and we can take Shimen Pass in one battle and go home to sleep!"
The momentum soaring to the sky pressed against Daqian's army, and Daqian's vanguard was immediately frightened.
That was the pressure of dozens of first-class warriors and monks. How could Yi Changsheng really let ordinary soldiers kill people? Almost in the next second, a powerful aura erupted from the Daqian army, and the morale and pressure of the two sides were at odds with each other. The entanglement, the clash of swords, the rumbling war drums echoed in the dangerous mountains and rivers, and the blood stained the clouds above the head like mist.
"Your Highness, this is not allowed!"
"General, General, you can't go up!"
"Go away, Prince, you are going to kill Daqian!"
Yi Changsheng, who was standing on the tower, heard the commotion and said to the guard next to him, "Let him come up."
Before the guard could accept his promise, there was a crowd of people jumping up and down the stairs, and a tall old man rushed to Yi Changsheng with a big knife in hand.
Yi Changsheng did not look at the shining knife in his hand, but instead teased him about his messy clothes, "Why are you here, Mr. Yang? There is no couch for you on the tower."
Yang Qiming was barefooted in mud, holding a knife, and only wearing obscene clothes and trousers. If his resolute and upright face hadn't been there, he might have been caught by the officers before he got halfway.
Now I am not afraid that he will be captured, because the soldiers all over the city are afraid that he will kill the prince with a knife.
Immediately, Lieutenant General Zhonglang knelt in a circle to apologize for him, and some people dragged him and chanted, "General, let's put the sword away first" and "Hey, General, come and get dressed"...
Yang Qiming's face turned red when he looked at the calm and calm Yi Changsheng. His mouth was trembling and he was speechless for a long time.
His grandfather came to his house secretly the day before yesterday and said that he hadn't seen Mr. Yang for a long time and wanted to have a drink together.
Yang Qiming was really happy at that time. He taught half of the prince's martial arts. Although he had never regarded himself as a teacher, he couldn't help but feel proud as he watched the prince become more and more outstanding.
When the princes were at war, he said to him, "Go and do your own thing. I will guard the west for you as long as I live, and I will not teach the people of Mingtang to step into Shimen Pass."
Yang Qiming guarded it for ten years. No matter how powerful Ming Tang was, no matter how the surrounding areas fell, he stuck to his promise and blocked the southwest alliance of princes from the gateway to the hinterland of Daqian.
He was relieved and happy to see the prince again, but who knew that the wine brought by His Highness the prince kept him drunk for two days. When he woke up, the situation changed and all the 300,000 garrison troops were dragged out to fight!
Yang Qiming was full of anger, but he couldn't bear to face Yi Changsheng, so he slapped the female wall hard, making palm prints one after another, causing gravel to fly, and shouted, "This is going to annihilate the entire army!"
Yi Changsheng watched his attack calmly and asked calmly, "How do you say it?"
"They have a formation!"
"I also have a formation."
Yang Qiming was about to pull out his beard, "Their formation is very weird, not like our formation!"
He still remembered that the first time he led his troops into their formation, he appeared out of thin air in a forest and could not get out for a long time. When he woke up, half of his life was gone and he was crushed under a pile of corpses!
Is this the power of mortals!
Just as Yang Qiming was explaining to Yi Changsheng how evil that formation was, Marshal Chen Baizang of Mingtang waved his hand and said, "Form up!"
There is no formation disk that covers the entire battlefield, but they can hide formation stones on the soldiers and use them as human formations.
The Mingtang soldiers quickly changed positions under his order. Gradually, the soldiers who rushed into the Mingtang army disappeared out of thin air one by one. Daqian's troops hesitated in shock, and a few even shouted immortal magic in awe.
People's hearts are floating!
Yang Qiming did not dare to fight Mingtang, let alone let his soldiers fight Mingtang head-on, because he was afraid of these "immortal magic" sounds!
Since ancient times, the power of kings has been granted by gods, and heaven and earth have given orders. When the "immortal" favors Mingtang, the people of Daqian will also yearn for God's will. How can the whole army's heart to defend the country not fall apart?
Faith no longer exists, good and evil, right and wrong are allowed to be reversed.
Yang Qiming saw clearly what Daqian and Mingtang were fighting. It was military power, logistical power, and a mouthful of God's will!
If not for this divine will, how could the princes of the southwest gather around Mingtang?
If it weren't for this divine will, how could the mobs from all over the world still resist?
If it weren't for this divine will, how could the prince still not confiscate the territory of Daqian?!
Yang Qiming doesn’t believe it! He doesn’t accept it!
Why should he bow his head to the will of God when he has been protecting his family and country all his life? Why should he consider the passion and loyalty in his heart as a fault for not knowing the difference between right and wrong?