Song Yang, the leader, led the team towards the iron cage. Mr. Hu's face was gloomy, and he bowed deeply to the ten wizards with his arms folded. When he raised his head again, his old eyes were dimly watered: "I am the one who brought all the wizards to the Yan Kingdom.
, but unexpectedly it cost you your lives, Hu is incompetent..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Yang suddenly laughed, reached out and patted the old man on the shoulder, and said softly: "Don't be awkward, just wait and see if you have anything to say before we come out."
Mr. Hu was stunned, come out and talk? I can still say it, but will any of you hear it then?
Song Yang smiled easily, and ten Nanli warriors walked into the iron cage and stood in the middle. The warriors outside loosened the winch, and the iron door slowly closed, isolating the cage from the outside world. In this gap, something unexpected happened in the cage.
Things:
The Uighur general Axia led the team forward and saluted Song Yang first. Although it was not entirely polite, he was respectful. Song Yang returned the salute and said something to Axia at the same time. Then the Uighur warriors blocked all the Nanli people behind him.
The people of Yan were talking a lot, and even the warriors from other countries in the cages were puzzled. Do the Uighurs want to protect Nanli? When did the two countries in Middle-earth that are farthest apart from each other become allies?
Uighur, Axia has already expressed his attitude; and inside the iron cage, there is another attitude that does not need to be shown, but only understood by both parties... Lord Yan touched the eyes of Luo Guan and Song Yang, and both of them were filled with excitement.
Showing some smiles.
Song Yang turned back and whispered to Shi Xiaoxiao: "When the fight breaks out later, you and I should protect everyone. No one should come directly to trouble us. Just be careful not to be affected by the fierce battle."
Shi Xiaoxiao nodded, but before he could speak, the Tibetan general Zaxiping in the other corner suddenly sneered in a half-familiar Chinese language: "Nan ideal should rely on the Uighurs for protection? It's too far away, it's better to go together.
If you come to Tubo, my king will be kind-hearted, and he will probably give Fenglong a vassal position, and the descendants of Nanli will be protected by Tubo forever. Wouldn't it be great?"
Song Yang was too lazy to look at him, and replied without raising his head: "No, we discussed it at dinner last night. Tomorrow at lunch, Nanli Uighurs will send troops from north to south, and Tubo will be divided. Chaicuo Tower Palace will be used as the base.
The southern boundary belongs to our emperor Fenlong; the northern boundary belongs to the Great Khan of the Uighurs."
Chai Cuo Da Pagoda Palace is the golden palace of the Tubo Living Buddha and the highest temple on the plateau.
Hearing this, Axia showed a charming smile and asked Song Yang: "How should we divide the Chaicuo Pagoda Palace?"
Song Yang didn't even think about it: "The first floor is mine, the second floor is for you...how many floors does it have?"
Tashi Phuntsok was furious. The holy land in his heart was casually desecrated by the enemy. He could not hold back his anger and waited for the order to start the war. He roared and led his men to rush forward. Asha laughed loudly and waved his scimitars like the wind.
, call your men to charge to meet the enemy!
At the same time, Jingtai on the city tower waved his hand violently, and another cannon blast sounded, and the first-level competition began. Luo Guan bent his bow and shot an arrow directly at the leader of the dog army, and his men flew towards the grassland feud with their swords and swords.
Nan Li didn't hesitate at all. Song Yang held the dragon bird horizontally, and Shi Xiaoxiao waved his sleeves to protect his companions and retreat.
…
Except for Nanli, the other four powerful countries in the Central Plains had complicated grievances. The Yan people hated the Quanrong the most, and the Tubo secondly. The Quanrong regarded the Yan people as life-and-death enemies, but they also hated the Uighurs.
Dayan is a little worse, but it is still a century-old enemy.
The Yan and the Uighurs are not bordering each other, there is no territorial dispute, and there is no direct conflict; the Tubo and the Quanrong are almost in the same situation. But whether it is the Central Plains and the desert, or the plateau and the grassland, even if there are no long-term war disasters,
There is no trust in each other at all. When fighting for victory in a cage, there will be no allies at all. Even temporary alliances cannot exist. Except for our own warriors, everyone is an enemy. Except for chaos and melee, there will never be a third party.
Go two ways.
But Jingtai didn't know that Song Yang had Samer Khan's fire core jade hanging under his neck, and he didn't know that Song Yang and Luo Guan got married because of Chen Hui.
For A Xia, Song Yang is the king; in Luo Guan's eyes, he only has "half a year" to live, and Song Yang is the master's only support in his later years. Not only will the two of them not hurt him, they will try their best to protect him.
, to protect his life... Therefore, Jingtai would never have expected that what was supposed to be a chaotic and fierce fight would suddenly become "orderly" due to the addition of the Nanli people.
When he first entered the iron cage, Song Yang whispered to A Xia: Don't worry Dayan, you can concentrate on dealing with Tubo.
Luo Guan's cultivation was astonishing and he had been in the world for a long time. How could his mind be so different? Although he didn't know about the relationship between Song Yang and the Uighurs before, when he saw the attitude of Axia and his warriors, he knew what to do: concentrate on dealing with Quanrong.
, kill the wolves on the grassland... It is not enough to kill all the dogs and soldiers, the Yan 'soldiers' under one's own must also be killed. In this way, as long as the Uighurs kill all the Tubo, all the ones left in the cage will be themselves.
People.
Even if the Uighurs lose to the Tubo, it doesn't matter. The Grand Master's eyes are like a fire, and he can probably tell that the strength of the two teams is about the same. Even if the Tubo wins, there will only be three or two seriously injured and disabled, unable to stop his three arrows...
The tacit understanding between smart people doesn't have to be discussed together for a while. Song Yang and Luo Guan looked at each other before the war started, which was enough to understand each other's intentions.
The iron cage is surprisingly huge. Among them, the Yan fights the Dog Rong, and the Uighur fights the Tubo. Nanli and his party sneaked to the corner of the cage, and no one paid attention to them... The current situation of Nanli's Qishi, and the people of Jingcheng watching the battle outside.
There wasn't much difference, but the warriors stood closer and could see the two battle groups more clearly.
Jingtai's face was ashen and he didn't understand how things could have turned out like this.
…
Although there was no chaos as expected, which was a bit disappointing, the fierce battle in the cage was still far beyond the imagination of the Yan people. How could the warriors selected by the country be ordinary people or famous ones?
One party may be the champion of the three armies, and everyone has a unique skill. True to their name, the four teams of masters are divided into two battle groups, and their bodies rise and fall in life-or-death sumo!
The loud roar shook the bottom of my heart, and the shining light of the sword shattered the eyes, making everyone excited. The cheers became louder and louder, and half of the city gradually boiled.
Axia flew with both swords, combining hardness and softness. Every cut with the long sword in her left hand gathered huge force, while the scimitar in her right hand came and went without a trace. The one she was fighting was the Tibetan general. Tashi Phuntsok had a heavy shield in his left hand and a war hammer in his right hand.
The fighting style on the battlefield involves never giving up regardless of life or death. The leaders of the two teams work together to fight without caring about others. Their men also fight independently and have no cooperation at all. The fighting style is simple, primitive but ferocious enough;
In comparison, the other battle group was more structured. Ten of the Quan Rong soldiers had a joint attack formation, and they attacked in an orderly manner following the commander's orders. They fought for a long time and the formation remained stable. The Yan soldiers also cooperated in threes and twos, again and again.
When attacking the enemy, Luo Guanze always hangs around in the periphery and never fights at close range. However, every time there is a flaw in the enemy's formation or a comrade is in danger, a golden hunting light will be fired from his bow! He fights the dogs alone.
The pressure of the Rong Zhan formation is no less than that of the other nine companions combined.
…
The afternoon passed in the blink of an eye. To everyone's surprise, no one in the cage had been killed until now. It was a close and fierce battle, and it was impossible to tell the winner in a short period of time. The sky was getting dark, and the Yan soldiers were ordered to light fires.
The oil cauldron that had been set up near the iron cage suddenly burst into flames, reflecting the hard battle in the cage, making it even more dangerous.
Shi Xiaoxiao smiled calmly, but the energy in his big sleeves was constantly rolling back and forth. He was always on guard in his heart to prevent hidden weapons and cold arrows from flying over at any time. However, others did not have the patience of a monk. Blacksmith Xiao
Yi suffered from an 'occupational disease' and became very interested in the texture of the iron cage. While banging it, he pulled the old dwarf over and discussed in a low voice... The dwarf was good at fire and Xiao Yi was good at training. They were really good partners.
Ayi Guo and Er Sha were sitting on the ground at some point. Heikou Yao opened her mouth and yawned loudly. Yawning was contagious. Er Sha put the giant shield under his buttocks and yawned with her. Ouch.
He asked Song Yang gruntingly: "Aren't we going to fight? Then when will they finish fighting?"
Longque's sword has already been propped on the ground. This sword is not light, and it is not a problem to hold it up all the time. Song Yang smiled and responded: "I won't be able to finish the fight in a while, but I will do it later." From beginning to end.
, his eyes were always fixed on the battle between Axia and Tashi Phuntsok.
Er Sha made a sound and muttered: "I'm a little hungry." As he spoke, he looked outside the cage and continued to chatter: "Master Hu is drinking tea..."
After waiting for a while, the Yan people watching the battle outside were no longer as excited as before. They could no longer see the blood or hear the screams. No matter how exciting the fight was, it still made people feel bored after watching it for a long time. At this time, someone finally remembered.
He caught the Nanli Qishi in the ring, and whoever had the loudest voice shouted first: "Nanli people, do you know how to watch? My cats and dogs are more lively than you!"
Immediately, laughter broke out, and all kinds of abuses came one after another. The boos came from all directions, and the boos became louder and louder. After a while, the jeers not only did not die down, but gradually gathered together. In the end, everyone was completely unified, and it became
Three words resounded: "Nan Li, coward!"
The cheers for the fierce fight were not as cheerful as the curses for bullying the weak. The three words were repeated endlessly, and the roars were loud and powerful. Listening to the people yelling in unison, Jingtai on the tower finally softened his expression and smiled.
Song Yang was unmoved, still staring at the battle group he cared about most, and smiled and said to Shi Xiaoxiao, who was standing side by side: "Those people outside are really cruel."
Shi Xiaoxiao knew that Song Yang could be vulgar, but he never expected that he could say such ugly swear words. He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said with a smile: "You are merciful, you are not fast, but I still have to
Where’s Zaire?”
Song Yang said with a smile: "Fake monk, when you get out of the cage, I will take you to Guanwen Fengyuefang and help you choose a beautiful nun." After saying that, he thought about it and asked again: "Have you brought your flute?
"
Shi Xiaoxiao nodded. The piccolo never left his body. The Yan official who was responsible for the body search repeatedly checked and found that it was just an ordinary bamboo flute. He also knew that they had no chance to enter the palace to meet the saint, so he allowed him to take it with him. Song Yang took a step forward,
Blocking all his companions behind him, he continued: "I'm bored, why don't you play some music? Don't worry, I'll be here to guard you now."
Shi Xiaoxiao smiled: "That's a good idea!" As he said that, he took out the piccolo from his pocket and played it.
His cultivation level was not ordinary, and he poured his inner energy into the music. The sound of his flute was melodious, not to say loud, but it spread across the entire venue. Even if the surroundings were noisy, everyone within a radius of more than a hundred feet could clearly hear it.
The sound of the flute was melodious, but it was undoubtedly the most direct provocation. The Yan people in Jingcheng suddenly shouted and scolded, while Song Yang, Ayguo, the blind man, the dwarf and other friends laughed...