Researched by the Huo Dao Ren and the Blind Gu, special stuffing in the cannon medicine. A loud noise in Qingyang City shook the earth and swept across the world in an instant. The enemy's horns and the shouts of the pilot were all covered. Amid the terrifying loud noise, a man in white robe carried a huge battle knife and turned over from the head of the city to jump down.
Song Yang landed on the ground and kept walking. After crossing the moat, he walked forward for a while, and came to the edge of the crossbow on the top of the city before stopping. He took the dragon bird and poked it beside him, looking at the distance with his hands behind his back, and was driving away and running in the distance.
Following Song Yang, Luo Guan also jumped down. The Grand Master held a high flag in his hand and inserted his arms into the flagpole deeply into the soil. The wind blew over the flag and spread out. The two big characters "Changchun" were "Ship" and the dragon and phoenix danced.
The expedition had just begun, and the slaves were still far away from Qingyang, but the flag in Luo Guan's hand was extremely tall, enough for everyone to see clearly. Even if they were illiterate, it didn't matter. The Grand Master's voice was long and far, and every word was clearly passed on to all directions: Chang Chunhou is here.
Chang Chunhou, such an important figure, actually left the cover of the fortress, brought only one person, exposed to the enemy formation... The commander of the French army immediately sent an order: "Car crossbow twists the strings, shoot and kill!"
No matter whether the person who jumped down was Chang Chunhou or not, it would be impossible to kill him. Now that the expedition has begun, the large areas in front of the foreign soldiers are covered by slaves, and the cavalry cannot be sent, and ordinary crossbows or ropes cannot be reached. The accuracy of the stone casting arm is limited and it will definitely not be able to hit people. All that can be used is the heavy crossbow that comes with the army.
The distance is too far, and it is impossible to shoot straight in a straight line. Moreover, there are countless slave crossbow arrows in front of them that cannot be crossed. Only by raising the nose of the crossbow chariot and letting the arrows cast a parabolic projection, which will greatly affect the accuracy. The Son prepared the crossbow, while the slaves continued to be driven forward. They were all Nanli people. Without exception, they all heard of Song Yang's deeds. When they saw this Nanli's most magical marquis outside the city, the slave couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart... Maybe Changchun Hou could save us?
Unfortunately, as soon as Song Yang opened his mouth, he extinguished everyone's hope: "The Qingyang important land, the front line of the enemy, cannot be approached half a step. Where I am, where Qingyang's crossbow reaches, I will kill you without mercy, no matter who I am."
The dragon bird rushed up Song Yang's voice and soared into the sky, loud and cold, and knocked into the slave's heart so hard.
As Song Yang spoke, a sudden whistle from the barbarians during demonstrations came from the west city of Qingyang. The mountain stream barbarians who had taken over the city before appeared, all the stone men appeared, not afraid of danger. They all jumped onto the bush of arrows, mixed with excitement and cruelty in their eyes, staring at the people of Nanli who were rushing like a tide.
The two sides are still far away, and the sights of the driven slaves were blurred when they fell to the city wall, but the figure and outfit of the big barbarians were very different from those of the short Nanli soldiers, so it is not difficult to identify.
"The monks expelled Nanli people and killed each other, which made them happy. Qingyang City can be burned in the war, but they cannot fall due to "declaration". If this is true, it will be a great shame in the Nanli world." From the statement to the practice, it is clear that the Xicheng was guarded by the Great Man, which eliminated the pain of Qingyang soldiers slaughtering their compatriots and cut off the unrealistic luxury of the people under the city. Even if it was not Qingyang and there was no Great Man, if it were any city in the world, it would kill him when facing the expedition.
Then he sighed heavily, and Song Yang's tone became low: "Forward is death, retreat is still death, there is no way to live, I can't save you... All I can do is this!" As he said that, he raised his hand and waved it hard.
When he got his signal in the city, another cannon sounded loudly, and then a shocking scene suddenly appeared: huge white silk fell from the top of the city, and in a blink of an eye, the blue and cold Qingyang City was covered with the white silk, and the soldiers on the top of the city waved their hands hard, handfuls of white paper money flew like heavy snow. In almost breathing, the paper money drifted between the world with the wind.
This is a farewell show, an important town on the western front, and the whole city is mourning.
Song Yang and Luo Guan were wearing white shirts. At this moment, both of them took out a white cloth from their arms and wrapped them on their foreheads. Song Yang's voice was loud and he repeated: "I can only do this... Today I will wear mourning for you, Nanli fellow villagers, Song Yang's compatriots, and there is still a day to meet in the next life!
As he said that, Song Yangzhen bowed his knees and respectfully kowtowed to the large group of slaves he was about to see off. At this moment, the string sounded low and the sky was sharp. The crossbow of the chariot and crossbow was finally ready, and the first volley shot arrived.
It is inconvenient for big guys like the car crossbow to carry it. It is already amazing that the monk brought more than a hundred aircraft this time. Half of them remained in the west, and shot at one volley, and more than fifty giant arrows roared out of the air, drew a sharp arc from the sky, crossed the heads of everyone, and pierced hard at the place where Song Yang was.
Luo Guan's eyes swelled up, and he stared at the giant crossbow in the flying. Then the light in his eyes disappeared and he stood still. Luo Guan's task was to protect Song Yang's safety. The great master who was known for his arrows was so powerful. After looking around for a moment, he was sure that none of these arrows could hit Song Yang and himself, so he didn't have to pay attention to it.
And Song Yang, who was indifferent to the face of Jian Yu and still kowtowed seriously... This scene fell into the eyes of the slave who was gradually approaching, and wasn't it a shock!
Long arrows fell to the ground, but they really didn't hit each other. They were slid and slanted beside Song Yang, but they caused a burst of exclamations to the slaves.
Song Yang stood up and spoke again, and the first half of the sentence was still: "I can only do this... I hope that the evil spirits in my knife will slaughter the world and kill dogs, and avenge you!"
At this time, the third cannon sounded in the city. With the sound of Zaza Ji's hissing, the suspension bridge in the west city fell, the city gate opened wide, and a team of three thousand people walked out with their heads raised. The soldiers were all dressed in plain white cloth, wrapped in armor, long spears hung with white cherry, swords wrapped in snow ears, and strong shields were painted with silver paint.
Three thousand soldiers from the south of the country left the city and lined up behind Song Yang, forming a charge formation. Then the suspension bridge rose and the city gate closed again.
The warrior in the filial piety only goes and never returns.
The soldiers were carrying a heavy burden on their backs. With the order of the leader, the soldiers threw the burden behind them forward, and then the sound of gold and iron came out, including falling to the ground, scattering, or swords.
At the same time as the sword landed, the second-wheeled crossbow from the Fanzi array was fired again, and the giant arrows roared empty and roared to rush the soul to scatter. This time, Luo Guan no longer stood still, and roared and shook the longbow!
At this moment, there were no longer two lonely people and a big banner in front of Qingyang City. Three thousand filial soldiers gathered around Songyang. The formation was so large that if the giant crossbow flew over, it would be damaged. The golden light burst into pieces and the arrows followed one after another. Li Xian rushed to attack the crossbow.
Song Yang was still unmoved. He pointed his hand at the weapons scattered on the ground and said loudly to the "Electrician" army in front of him: "If you like it, take it if you like it. But please remember the first level: On the battlefield, when the sword is in your hand, you are a brave soldier and a fierce soldier!"
A mysterious sentence, Song Yang did not explain anything, and even ignored the 'service'. He turned around and turned his back to the slave, facing the three thousand filial soldiers standing behind him, and his tone was stable: "The body, hair, skin, and parents, everyone should cherish themselves and cherish their lives. But there is another valuable thing above life."
As he said that, Song Yang leaned over, grabbed a handful of soil from the ground like a hook, and stretched out his hand to show the soldiers: "For more than a hundred years, Nanli has suffered endlessly, Yao has been in chaos, and the barbarian disasters have been endless, and internal troubles have never stopped; foreign dogs have been bullying, Yan thieves are eyeing each other, and 100,000 evil ghosts in the prehistoric world are waiting for opportunities, and external troubles are coming every day... But even so, Nanli is still proud of the Middle Earth."
"In the same environment, if it is replaced by Tubo, Dayan, and Grassland Wolf, which tribe in the world can establish a country and last for more than a hundred years, not only will it not be destitute but will flourish? Now Song Yang and you are so lucky to have such a great ancestor, a Nanli ancestor who can't be achieved by people and cannot be achieved by people."
"The ancestors have passed away, but they have never walked away. This barbaric country in the eyes of others is the realm of glory that they have fought for their lives and are irrigated by sweat and blood. They are reluctant to leave."
"Where is the ancestor? He turns into the earth, and blood irrigates the fertile soil. The inch of soil under his feet is the backbone of his parents and ancestors." Song Yang held the mud high, holding the mud high, and his voice trembled slightly: "The blood of the ancestors is hidden here!"
"Without this fertile soil, how could there be a golden harvest in autumn; without the free world that our ancestors had built with their bones, even if we had life, where should we live... Without this world, even if we had life, where should we live!"
"The ancient gods' axe of the sky-opening axe can break the heaven and earth, but it can't cut off the many connections between ancestors and Nanli, because your and my fathers and ancestors have long melted into this soil and this country! Under the loess, there are the remains of ancestors; and the word Nanli is the glory of ancestors!"
"Without Nanli, there will be no ancestor; without ancestors, what else can you say about your life? If a foreign dog comes, I will kill it. When I die, blood will sprinkle my hometown, and the corpse will be buried in my hometown. Once the wind and rain come back, it will turn into spring mud and turn into blessings for children and grandchildren. But what about a foreign dog? Only a guest dies in a foreign land and exposes the corpse in the wilderness!"
"Today, you will eventually become 'ancestors'. Children cannot remember your and my names, or what you and I have done specifically. It doesn't matter how many thieves they have killed. They know that the soil under their feet contains the bones and blood of their ancestors. Now you and I are a drop of blood from the 'ances' in the future. This is because of this, because of this, Nanli's children and grandchildren should be eternal, and will never be defeated in heaven and earth for thousands of years."
"The skin can be defeated, but the soul will last forever. I will meet again in the darkness in the future. Good brothers, please remember to introduce your ancestors to me. I will kowtow to the old man with you and tell the old man: The child has done his best. I will listen to the ancestors laughing "Good boy"!
The sound of the filial military commandments was still loud and spread all over the world, even the main Tubo formation at the farthest was clearly heard.
After Song Yang finished speaking, he turned around and faced the "drive". At this moment, the two sides were close, and the slaves running in the forefront could even see Song Yang's face clearly.
When the slaves saw that Song Yang actually smiled at them, he spoke in a very serious tone: "Swear to kill the flag, please give way."
After the eight characters, his smile suddenly became ferocious, and his voice was as loud as thunder, shouting loudly: "Where is Nanli's good boy?"
Three thousand filial soldiers behind him shouted in unison: "Here!"
Song Yang was not satisfied, so he raised his voice and asked again: "Where is Nanli's good boy?"
Xiaobing shouted at the top of his lungs: "Here!"
Not only Xiaobing, but also roared into the sky in Qingyang City, and the same two words "Here" were the ones, and the vanguard's horses were heard.
Song Yang's face was twisted, his hands clenched his fists and jumped up hard, stomped his feet, and he still roared like a few times: "Where is Nanli?" But after this question, he stopped waiting for others to answer, and flipped his hands to pick up the dragon bird's sword beside him. The huge blade pointed at the central army's flag from afar. He paused, and all his cultivation level exploded with the roar, and every word was like thunder: "The flag does not fall... I won't return... Good boy... Come with me!"
With a loud shout, three thousand filial soldiers raised their shields and speared their swords. They followed Song Yang to launch a charge in the flying money in the sky, and met the overwhelming "operation" army that was coming from the sky. Song Yang, who was rushing in front, held his sword overturned and refused to sharpen his sharpness at the slaves. He ran wildly and shouted repeatedly: "Please ask for the way! Borrow it! Please go!"
The whole city was covered with hemp and the whole army was filial. In front of the Hou Hou, Changchun worshiped the people who were about to die. Three thousand filial soldiers threw out weapons to perform a "farewell ceremony" to encourage the filial soldiers before the battle... But from the beginning to the end, Song Yang did not advise the slaves: Don't attack the city.
The sword was on the ground, and he could take it if he wanted it. After picking it up, he would be a leader in Tubo or a good man from Nanli. Song Yang did not ask or advise, and did not care. He only had two words to ask for: borrowed it.
Take a way to cut off the flag of the Thieves!
As Song Yang asked, he borrowed a road; as Song Yang wished, he not only borrowed a road, but also borrowed countless lives!
The people were driven to the brigade and rushed to the city, and even willingly picked up wooden sticks and long ladders, just because they were lucky and hoped that the defenders would let them in with great mercy.
But in front of me, the city of Chongxiao, the paper money in the sky... clearly tells all slaves four words: the dead person.
There is no way out, and the last choice is left: How to die?
It is to cry to attack your own city, make your relatives feel sad and your enemies happy, and make your son clapped and laughed; it is still to make this skin, go to the underworld in the future and give him praise.
An easy choice.
However, since ancient times, there have been very few mutinies and thrusts. Of course, it is not that the slave is rigid in his mind. Even such a simple choice will be made wrong. The real reason is: fear.
The key to "execution" is to make the slaves truly fear and fear those tiger and wolf soldiers from the bottom of their hearts. The emotions are a very complicated thing. If they are really intimidated, when the fear spreads from the crowd, the gods will be helpless.
His blood was suppressed by fear, and he always had a trace of luck in his heart, thinking that there might be a glimmer of hope for siege, but how could he mutiny?
The tens of thousands of people driven away by the monk today are no different from the countless "executions" that have occurred in the Middle-earth War history. They are panicked and excited... But they encountered a city that dressed mourning for their compatriots; they heard a period of precepts about the glory of their ancestors; they met a group of Nanli soldiers who were obviously in opposition but refused to hurt their tribes, but knew it was impossible but still swear to launch a counterattack to death and cut off the enemy's king flag to death.
Facing those who dared to lead troops out of the city, who distributed swords to the slaves but did not make any requests, he knew that he would die and still attack Song Yang, who was rushing to the battlefield.
As a king and a prince, he is willing to live and die, and only wants to kill the enemy and serve his ancestors... Is life really that important?
Three thousand filial soldiers launched a charge, and tens of thousands of slaves in front of them immediately dispersed to both sides, giving way to the soldiers who were going to die. Even if the monks in the rear shot arrows to suppress them, they could not stop them. The more terrifying thing happened next: not only giving way, but also mutiny.