Under the strong attack of the Demon Alliance, all the defense lines in the northern border fell.
As the highest combat power in Kyushu, the fifth-level regressor could have joined the battle to turn the tide, but every time, he was restrained by the demon king.
Even during the offensive and defensive battle on the third line of defense, the Seventh God of War was besieged by three kings and almost fell.
There are only eight war gods in the country, but the demon clan has ten kings. In terms of numbers, Kyushu does not have an advantage.
Now that the Monster Clan has another great king, the collapse of the northern defense line will inevitably happen even more quickly.
"Could it be that we can only move Kyoto to the south?" an old woman said, breaking the silence.
The elder Ge diagonally opposite had a gloomy face, "Moving south? Where will the 80 million people in the north move to? Do you really want to give up the entire north to those beasts?"
A pavilion elder next to him snorted coldly, "There are thousands of cities in Kyushu, but the northern border only accounts for less than a quarter. If 80 million people are dispersed into various cities, we can always accommodate them."
"Once the sixth line of defense collapses, sooner or later the remaining three lines of defense will not be able to hold on. By then, 80 million people will become the blood of monsters."
"You are an escapist!" a cabinet elder shouted, "You have given up on the northern border. Are you going to give up on Zhongzhou and the northwest next?"
"We can take the country back if we lose it, but if all the people are dead, we won't have the capital to make a comeback!"
There was a lot of noise in the conference room.
Mr. Zhang Ge closed his eyes tiredly. After a while, he slowly opened them and patted the table. After everyone stopped arguing and looked over, he slowly said, "In the north, there are four more war gods who govern the country.
There are still four million troops here, and we won’t be able to lose them for a while.”
"If one day, the monster army breaks through the remaining four lines of defense and approaches Kyoto City, we can also defend it."
"It's not like I didn't keep it back then."
The elders were silent.
Elder Zhang Ge leaned forward slightly and said, "The emperor guards the gates of the country, and the king dies in the country. What our ancestors can do, why can't we, the descendants of us, be able to do it?"
"Although I, Mr. Zhang, am not the emperor or the king, but since I am sitting on this chair, I cannot just slap my butt and leave when the monster army comes, leaving the great rivers and mountains to those beasts."
"I, Mr. Zhang, cannot do such a thing, and neither can the descendants of the Zhang family."
I don't know whether it was because he was too angry or because he said too many words at once, but Zhang Ge's face turned red and he gasped for air.
The conference room fell into a brief silence.
After a while, the old man with the mole on the corner of his mouth said: "Old Zhang is right, the country is our root. Without the country, we are just duckweeds drifting with the tide."
"If the day comes that I have to defend Kyoto City, I, an old man like me, will come over and stand next to you."
Mr. Zhang Ge did not appreciate it, "Guard your southeast. Those things in the sea are no easier to deal with than the monsters in the north."
"this……"
The old man with the black mole smiled bitterly and shook his head, then looked at the other elder next to him, "Brother Fang, what's going on over there now? I heard that the situation in Neon is not good. Once those monsters capture the island country, the next step should be to attack them.
Gone to the East China Sea."
Mr. Fang Ge's expression was indifferent, "The soldiers are coming to block the water and cover up the soil. There are a few little monsters, there is nothing to be afraid of."
"Speaking of this," the old woman spoke again, "Recently, a large number of refugees from Tianzhu want to enter the country, and the situation there is probably not optimistic."
"Don't let those guys in."
Mr. Fang Ge immediately said with a straight face, "The only ones who can cross the forest and come to the border for help are those who have returned to their ancestors."
"They don't stay in their homeland to protect their people, but they escape with fear of death. Such people are better served as food for monsters."
The elders all expressed their agreement.
The old woman thought for a while and nodded, "I don't think those bald heads have any compassion."
The elders talked for a while, and elder Zhang said tiredly, "I still have something to do, so I'll take the first step."
He got up and left the conference room.
The other elders looked at his rickety back with some worry.
Zhang Ge came to the rest room with a cane, took out a pill and put it in his mouth, and then his face regained some energy.
Buzz buzz.
A shaking feeling came, Zhang Ge took out a jade slip, and the projection of the old man with a black mole at the corner of his mouth appeared in front of him.
The old man with black mole saw the jade bottle on the table and asked worriedly: "Old Zhang, how long can your body last?"
Zhang Ge closed his eyes and rested his mind, "It depends on when God will take my life."
The old man with the black mole sighed, "You shouldn't have endured the catastrophic disaster in Kyoto City back then. Even if you still had a trace of luck, you wouldn't have fallen into the miserable state you are in now."
Mr. Zhang Ge said calmly: "Yuanpei is my student. As a teacher, shouldn't I, as a teacher, cover up the mistakes he made?"
"Alas, people of your lineage have some brain problems." The old man with the black mole shook his head.
Zhang Gelao opened his eyes and said, "You came to me not to talk about these old scores, right? If you have anything to say, just tell me directly and don't waste time by beating around the bush."
The old man with the black mole chuckled and went straight to the point, "What is your disciple from Kyoto University doing here in Yashan?"
Zhang Ge thought for a while before he realized what the other party was talking about, and explained: "In the last years of the ancient Song Dynasty, the Song Army and the Yuan Army fought at Yashan. The Song Army was destroyed, and the monarchs and ministers threw themselves into the sea, and then the remaining 100,000 soldiers and civilians jumped into the sea.
A total of 200,000 ancestors of the Song Dynasty died here."
The old man with the black mole frowned, "Then?"
"Then, someone said that after Yashan..."
Mr. Zhang Ge shook his head tiredly, "Do you still remember that boy who returned to his ancestors?"
The old man with the black mole hummed, "It seems his name is Li Xiang."
Zhang Ge said, "He obtained the immortal weapon, the Soul-Calling Flag, and summoned millions of ancient Qin Yin soldiers in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, turning the tide of the northwest war around."
The old man with black mole narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I have blocked information about this matter from the outside world."
"A genius like him has more room for growth than that little lunatic. It's not a good thing if he rises too fast."
"But I seem to have underestimated him."
"The fourth-level Black Dragon Spirit is actually willing to be his mount..."
Mr. Zhang Ge looked a little dazed.
When he came to his senses, he found that his old friend had already disconnected the communication.
southeast.
The dark clouds on the sea were so low that they seemed to be within reach.
The strong wind carried the heavy rain, howling between the sea and the sky.
Huge waves hit the hull of the ship, splashing tens of meters of water.
The ship weighing more than 6,000 tons looked like a leaf ready to capsize in front of the angry sea.
In the cabin, Zhao Jing took another seasickness pill and drew a small "x" on an area of the surveying map.
It has been almost a month since she came here, and the ruins of the Yashan battlefield have not been found yet. She is drifting on the sea every day, which is undoubtedly a kind of torture for a seasick person like her.
She looked at the survey book and found that this area was the only area without an "x".
