In mid-August, when the sycamore trees in the Imperial City of Zhongzhou began to fall leaves, the Seventh Army of the Mang Army ended its previous stable defense and began to attack across the board, launching rounds of fierce attacks.
The regular army gathered by Yun Qin in Nanling Province has exceeded 600,000. In terms of numbers, it has an advantage over the Da Mang army that has been continuously replenished. Moreover, the side defending the city has a favorable geographical location, so in a few days, the Da Mang army
The casualties of the reckless army were very heavy.
But even so, the offensive of Da Mang's army did not weaken, and the expressions on the faces of all the Yunqin generals in Nanling Province became more and more serious and solemn.
The drastic changes in the imperial city of Zhongzhou not only brought to naught the major counterattack that the military had begun to prepare, but also with the Da Mang army injuring one thousand themselves and eight hundred enemies, the reserve supplies of all Yun and Qin armies in Nanling Province
will all be a problem.
Under the fierce attacks of the Da Mang army day after day, both sides suffered heavy casualties. I am afraid that in less than ten days, both sides will have suffered more than half of their casualties. At that time, the Yunqin army's defense in Nanling Province will not be as good as it is now.
It is so complete that it is like a rain cloth with many holes punched through it. At that time, Da Mang's army will be able to make some insertions, and the battle situation will completely transition from the stage of coincidence to the stage of surprise victory.
Although the Damang army will still be much smaller than the Yunqin army by then, there will be no problem with their supplies. They will have an advantage in some arrows and ballistas and other ordnance. Yunqin may also have problems with their military rations.
, if some armies are interspersed and divided by Da Mang's army, or even the original grain granaries are captured or burned, some of Yunqin's armies will definitely be hungry, and their combat power will be greatly reduced.
According to the Yunqin military's own estimates and the assessment of Wenren Cangyue's past command record, without special support, the war situation in Nanling Province will be extremely dangerous.
The most critical thing is that under Wenren Cangyue's current strategy of using a large and upright army to attack in several directions, the Yunqin military is still unable to prevent the war situation from developing in the direction Wenren Cangyue wants.
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On the south bank of Falling Star Lake, Wenren Cang Yue was riding a war horse, looking at the sparkling Falling Star Lake, deep in thought.
The looming blue color on his face was almost invisible, because he himself is a very powerful holy master. Even a practitioner like Ni Henian who has almost transcended the concept of a holy master, when he really confronts him, he will really
Who will live and who will die cannot be just based on imagination, but can only be known after a real life duel. Therefore, in order not to prevent the surge of his soul power, he is only wearing a commander-in-chief armor that is not completely sealed and has no defensive power.
It cannot be said that he is extremely tyrannical, but the long blood-red cloak he is wearing at the moment is surrounded by the runes of the Flame Mountain, making it particularly eye-catching and mighty.
A dozen Dang Mang generals were not far behind him, looking at his back and the blood-red cloak with fear and some chilling.
In fact, most of these Da Mang generals could not bear to see the shocking casualties suffered by Da Mang's army in recent days, but they did not dare to have any objections to Wenren Cangyue's military orders.
Because when Wen Ren Cang Yue made people feel shrinking, when faced with an important priest of Purgatory Mountain who reprimanded him, Wen Ren Cang Yue used the most direct method to kill the important priest of Purgatory Mountain.
The leader of Purgatory Mountain just sent such a cloak.
This blood-dazzling cloak represents Purgatory Mountain's headmaster's satisfaction and support for Wen Ren Cang Yue's work.
Therefore, on this front line, if General Da Mang has objections, he will have only two endings. One is to be killed directly, and the other is to be sent back to Purgatory Mountain and be a slave forever.
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Between the passing end of summer and the coming autumn, the Purgatory Mountains are still as hot and rainless as ever.
Zhang Ping has put on a red priest uniform embroidered with the flame runes of Purgatory Mountain and a blood-red high hat. He has been freed from heavy physical labor. What he does every day is to supervise some workshops and cooperate with others.
Some workshops that only disciples of Purgatory Mountain wearing red priest uniforms like him are eligible to enter, carry out some soul weapon manufacturing that is very difficult for ordinary craftsmen and it is difficult to guarantee the success rate.
At the same time, some of the old priests in Purgatory Mountain who are specifically responsible for cultivation matters will follow the practice of Purgatory Mountain and begin to teach him some of the cultivation methods and combat skills of Purgatory Mountain.
Even though he is completely like a real disciple of Purgatory Mountain, completely isolated from Yunqin and without any contact, but based on the increasing number of rush jobs in some workshops, some high-end ordnance compared to ordinary armies have begun to be produced in large quantities.
Zhang Ping knew that Wenren Cangyue was already brewing a big storm for Purgatory Mountain. In other words, the big storm had already begun. The Damang army and the Yunqin army were carrying out a campaign that was even more cruel than the Southern Expedition.
The decisive battle.
Every day, Zhang Ping tried his best to forget the fact that he was from Yunqin, so that he could be a suitable concealment.
However, even though he was able to see the densely packed cold weapons and thought that these weapons would eventually penetrate the Yunqin people's bodies, his heart no longer trembled at all, but many times he still couldn't help but screamed at Chang Jing
Fragrant, thinking of this Yunqin woman hiding in hiding. She asked him to see every part of her body thoroughly, and he did it. He saw it very clearly, and then it became even more difficult for him to forget.
Many times he suddenly woke up from nightmares, lingering in the feeling of her sometimes hot and sometimes cold bodies intertwined. Thinking of her eyes when she finally died, he couldn't tell the difference. Thinking of every moment of her
, whether his heart becomes colder or harder, or becomes soft and fragile.
It rained again in Purgatory Mountain.
For slaves, it was another feast.
Listening to the sound of rain and the faint cheers of slaves, looking at Zhang Ping whose eyes were somewhat empty, the old Purgatory Mountain priest who taught Zhang Ping the method of cultivation stopped, shook his head, and sighed softly: "You are a very good person."
Kind-hearted child, I really want to know why you still exposed Chang Jingxiang that day?"
Zhang Ping's heart twitched for an instant, but became extremely cold. He raised his head and saw that this man's face was covered with some blue-black spots, and his forehead had several wrinkles like knife carvings, but his eyes were filled with kindness and kindness.
The old priest of Purgatory Mountain lowered his head with pity, "I thought that many Damang people would die in Yun Qin's hands because of her, and... I thought that even if she escaped, it would be impossible for her to escape from Damang.
Flee back to Yunqin."
The old Priest of Purgatory Mountain sighed softly, "The biggest reason is probably the latter?"
Zhang Ping's head hung lower, but he stopped making any sound.
"No matter our status, we are still just individuals. There are not many disciples like you in Purgatory Mountain." The old Purgatory Mountain Priest looked at Zhang Ping, but his voice suddenly dropped, so low that only the two of them could speak.
It can be heard, but the tone is suddenly very serious: "People are selfish, and I am naturally selfish. You are my favorite student... so you have to listen carefully... your attitude towards doing things, and your previous performance,
The above are very satisfied, and you have passed the test of loyalty to Purgatory Mountain, so this season, your name is on it."
Zhang Ping couldn't understand what season or what name was on it, so the corners of his mouth trembled slightly and he couldn't help but raise his head again.
However, before he could make any sound, the old Priest of Purgatory Mountain gave an extremely stern and low scolding: "Your name is on the list of those who practice demon transformation."
Zhang Ping's breathing suddenly stopped, and his face turned pale.
This news was so shocking that he had never expected it, so for a moment, he was just a little numb, not knowing whether it was fear, surprise, or any other emotion.
"Don't think that practicing magic transformation is something fun."
The old Priest of Purgatory Mountain narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "Demon transformation... Everyone knows that it is the most powerful cultivation method in Purgatory Mountain. Purgatory Mountain disciples who have mastered the magic transformation will become apostles, and they will be able to do so in the future.
People who don't know it naturally think that becoming an elder is a great honor. If you reach the sky in one step, you will naturally become the most noble person in Damang. But you have to understand that practicing magic transformation is extremely difficult and extremely dangerous. Ten people who have
Among the disciples of Purgatory Mountain who are qualified to practice demonic transformation, only one in ten can succeed, and most of those who fail will die directly, and only a few will be lucky enough to survive."
Zhang Ping's lips trembled slightly as he looked at the old Purgatory Mountain Priest, still speechless for a moment.
"I am a lucky person who survived, but the pain in my marrow bones these years is difficult for ordinary people to understand." Seeing that Zhang Ping seemed to understand the pros and cons, the old Purgatory Mountain priest's face became calmer and he said slowly:
"There were a total of twenty-six of us who practiced magic transformation that season, and only three of them succeeded in the end. Including me and another one who was lucky enough to fail in the practice but his body resisted, and none of them died. The other twenty-one people all died.
."
"Teacher, what do you mean?" Zhang Ping took a deep breath, leaned down, and saluted the old Priest of Purgatory Mountain.
The old Priest of Purgatory Mountain said solemnly: "Our Purgatory Mountain will never give our disciples the right to choose... If I reveal these things to you, it is a violation of the rules of Purgatory Mountain. If the elders know about it, I will be severely punished.
.All verification and selection are carried out in secret. Those of you who are on this season's list will be assigned to do some things in the next few dozen days. You don't feel any difference at all, but you do these things.
Your performance will ultimately determine whether you will be selected to practice magic transformation. There are more than 50 people on the list this season, and more than 20 people should be selected in the end. If you are selected because of the following arrangements
If you perform well in the task and fall into the final group of more than twenty people, you must practice magic transformation. Otherwise, you will either die or be thrown into the deepest mine until you die. I told you these things.
If you don’t practice magic transformation, you have the opportunity to choose for yourself. It’s all your decision... If you want to practice magic transformation, you can choose to redouble your efforts and performance in the next few dozen days. If you don’t want to practice,
Magic change, you can deliberately perform poorly."
"Thank you teacher for your kindness and giving me the opportunity to choose for myself." Zhang Ping lay down in front of the old Priest of Purgatory Mountain and did not get up for a while.
The old Priest of Purgatory Mountain could not see his face or the expression on his face.
At this moment, no one in the world knows Zhang Ping's true mood and what he was thinking about during this period of time.
The only thing that is known is his decision.
"Teacher, I have decided to work harder to become qualified to practice magic transformation." He hesitated for a long time, and finally the old priest of Purgatory Mountain heard his words.
The old Priest of Purgatory Mountain respected Zhang Ping's decision, nodded, and sighed silently.
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