For some reason, the fire in the Marshal's eyes gradually became dim. The light was dim, but the colors became more colorful. This was a very strange feeling. As he watched helplessly, the endless fire transformed little by little, and finally turned into blood-red. There were also the noises in his ears, burning, horns, shouting, screaming, etc., which slowly melted into each other. Before he knew it, they merged into another sound: the crisp sound, as if he was standing by the waters of Namtuo Holy Lake and was surging with the waves.
It was an illusion. The marshal was not confused. He couldn't take off his eyes' vision and ears' auditory hallucinations, but his heart was still clear. He even had an explanation and a little doubt...
An explanation for your own hallucination:
The teams entering the fief are asking for help. Who are they? They are my sons. They are my orders and fight hard in blood. Although they die without regrets, they are all taken to death by me.
What are they? They are the main force of all the troops from the Plateau country attacking Nanli! They are finished, everything is over. This is not a matter of winning or losing the war, but the destruction of the entire army.
Hundreds of thousands of people, and a large army of this size was destroyed in my own hands. What's the use of even if I was alive? I would be punished after returning to China, and my huge family would fall, and my children and grandchildren were all guilty of Tubo after being shamed for generations. These are far from counting. Behind the invasion of Nanli War, Tubo's stability was involved. Now, not only did it not be able to calm down internal troubles, but it also caused external troubles. The plateau was originally larger than the Dayan, and the Uighur population was smaller. The army of hundreds of thousands was destroyed in Nanli. This was definitely not a loss that Tubo could afford!
As the consequences caused by the destruction of this powerful soldier are not something I can bear from myself to my family to the country, so the color of dirty blood will burst into my eyes, so the sound of holy water waves will sound in my ears, and heaven and hell are waving to me at the same time, but I will no longer be my place in the world.
As for the deep doubt in my heart: How can I escape with such a big fire? And after escaping for so long, why haven’t I been burned to death?
The more dangerous the moment, the more the elite soldiers were, the more they were, the more they were, the more they were, the flames were everywhere, and the burning bearded hair also sparked the heart fire, which made people feel upset and irritable. Only Furilu could still remain calm and make accurate judgments on the surrounding environment. Although they are all fire, if you observe carefully, you can still find the difference between them - some directions are slightly blue in the color of the flames.
It means that the flame is supported by drugs, and must not be touched or protruded. Once it is contaminated, it cannot be extinguished. In some places, the flames sway left and right with a large amplitude, which means that there are not many things to burn around it. It looks full and actually has gaps to escape... Just distinguish it carefully, choose again and again, and continue to take risks. The calm mind and keen observation lead the marshal to go further and further, which also makes the vitality in the fire cave more and more obvious.
‘Not dead yet’ is a fact, and a hope: if I can escape, others can escape, right? Loss is inevitable, but it may not be as terrible as I imagined. Thinking of this, the marshal gradually cheered up a little.
Seeing the marshal's eyes getting angry again, Batuo was overjoyed. The marshal was both an elder of the family, the leader of the army and the backbone of everyone. His recovery would make everyone feel at ease, and the team's actions became faster. Batuo and Furiluo were even more energetic, and according to the rules of the previous exploration, he accelerated his pace and led everyone to escape from the fire.
But after turning around again and gritting his teeth and rushing through a fire wall to block it, Batuo suddenly became stunned, his face became obscure in an instant, and there was no trace of light in his eyes - there was no way out.
There is really no way out. The flames around are all exposed to strange blue, and the changes in the fire are also abnormal: almost every breathing skill, the flame will rise up and spread forward for a distance at the same time!
It is spreading, not jumping, the old flames behind are immortal, and new fires are added in front of them, and they are magnificent from all directions. Many people seem to be based on an isolated island, completely surrounded by sea water, and the tide is rising, and the sea of fire is about to annihilate the isolated island!
There is no more room for breakthrough, and the origin is completely blocked by Xinyan. This place is dead.
Batumuli murmured, repeating: Impossible, impossible... After the fire broke out, they fled all the way, and thinking about it again at this moment was like a "temptation to entice the enemy".
Unless this fire is alive and intelligent, how can it know how to lure enemies and cheat people?
There is nothing impossible. Fire came from the dwarf Taoist, but its power was set up by the blind man in Guigu. What was burning in Yanziping's fiefdom was not a simple fire, it was a divine fire formation that was being launched in full swing.
Everyone stood in the hall, and there was nothing else to do. At the last moment, the only thing left was to watch the flames rushing towards you. The Marshal suddenly laughed, patted Batu's shoulder, and said, "It's already very good." Then he turned his head and looked at Li Heba: "I remember... a moment before the fire began, the bell was ringing auspiciously. You said that was a death bell... it was really a death bell."
As he said that, he drew his knife and put his neck on.
Although everyone was dead, Li Heba hurriedly reached out to hold his uncle's hand and said tremblingly: "Marantor, no."
"Being burned to death by fire is a 'sacrificial death', a 'death of the country'. Do you think I am worthy?" The marshal smiled bitterly: "While the arm is still on my body, I will punish myself and apologize." As he finished speaking, he shook his hands and shook his strength and pulled the block. The sharp blade entered his throat and gushed blood. The marshal fell to the ground straight.
The air was drained and blood was lost. Before death, the Marshal's eyes were only powerful in his eyes, and he reviewed the army's memories when he sent troops; he heard endless cheers, cheers from the people on the plateau when he left the east to the gate, and blessings from the Sanskrit people... At that time, I really didn't expect that Shenwu General, with a glory of glory, in the end I was just a lonely ghost who died in a foreign land.
...
The auspicious land of Miaoxiang also caught fire, but the fire point design here took a lot of energy from the Fire Dao people, so unlike other places in the fief, there is a hidden road of life in the seemingly surging fire. The cicada Yasha, who is fighting the enemy, retreats calmly, and the road is within two miles of the radius of the earth, and the fire cannot spread... It is just that it has not spread for the time being. It is not a place of life, but it is just a slower death, leaving everyone time to sneak into the earth and escape.
The chaotic scenes in the fief cannot be described completely in words. Chan Yasha's escape path is also full of dangers, and there are inevitably casualties. Some teams were interfered by thick smoke and could not find the right path; some soldiers were entangled by the enemy and could not escape... But in the end, the main force of the team and Song Yang and others successfully escaped into the earth road, and the mechanism set up by Guiguzi was hidden in the earth road. After everyone came down, the engine collapsed, blocking the fire on the ground, and completely putting the entire body in a state of death. Those who could not enter the earth road had to be buried in the sea of fire.
The road was winding and long. When everyone fled to the exit and saw the sky again, the east was already white and passed overnight without realizing it.
The fief is still burning, not a "fire" in the east and west, but a radius of fifty miles, completely turned into a land of fire, and all places are covered by fire.
The exit of the diloy road is located in a mountainside in the mountainous area. It is a wide platform on the one hand. Although there are many people evacuated, they do not feel crowded at all. The high terrain is suitable for viewing the fief.
Even if the distance is far away, it cannot stop the heat waves from the fief. Everyone is looking at the fire scene from afar. Everyone has different faces. The barbarians are excited and dance with their hands. Cicada Yasha's eyes are calm and unrestless; Jinma, Qi Shang, Ayiguo and other unrestrained people laugh; Gu Zhaojun just smiles slightly like a scene; Shi Xiaoxiao and the Buddhists around him are inevitably moved to their compassion, unable to bear to lower their eyes, and recites the magic spell to save the dead souls in their mouths.
Suddenly, a hoarse cry sounded from the crowd.
The old dwarf crawled on the ground and cried bitterly.
Tears were mixed with hoarse wails... Retribution! Your retribution for burning Qingyang... Are you worthy of fire with me? You dare to... you force me... you force me! If you don't come, you won't have this murder. If you don't come, you will have nothing to do... If you come again, you will have endless flames... you... force me!
The cry of incoherent words and the cry of suffering.
The Huo Dao Ren is a Nanli person, and of course he has to kill the jackal when he comes. But the Huo Dao Ren is also a practitioner. To him, "Heaven has the virtue of being alive" is not an empty saying. Whether Buddhism or Taoism, they attach great importance to life and cherish it enough.
The old Taoist is not a person who has never seen the world. It can even be said that before today, the most sensational fire in the century-old history of Zhongtu was his work: the fire snake chaotic Jingcheng, and the flames burned Yan Palace. However, the two fires of Jingcheng and Fengyi are different in the eyes of the old Taoist.
The purpose of the setting fire in Jingcheng was Yan Palace, which was against things and people. Although the fire was fierce at that time, it was an "active fire". Before approaching the palace, there were gaps for escape. As long as the reaction was not too slow and the luck was not too bad, the chance of escape was still very high. However, the fire in the fief was designed to kill people, just to kill people. How can the fire block the road to life, how can the enemy be unable to escape and be burned to death alive? What I think is the devil's mind and devilish means.
In addition, in the first rank of September, the city was killed and injured countless times, but most of the injuries caused by riots, suppression, and wars. Not many people died in the fire. But what about the fire in front of them? No one knows it better than the fire Taoist. If the monster cannot escape, at least most people will be buried here. Under the raging flames, hundreds of thousands of lives will be born.
It’s not that the old Taoist is too compassionate, or that the old Taoist is too pretentious, he really feels uncomfortable. He knows that these people should die, but that is a hundred thousand lives. What kind of weight will it be to put on his heart!
When he broke through Qingyang with Song Yang and fled back to the fief, he certainly understood that this great killing set up by himself was inevitable, so when he entered the auspicious land of Miaoxiang, he would tremble all over his body. He was not the prefect at all. As Sima thought, he was not afraid, but the huge pressure of "numerable lives were lost because of me" was crowded in his chest, which made him feel so painful that he could not help but tremble.
The fire Taoist cried loudly, no one could persuade him, and no one knew how to persuade him. He could only stand beside him with the blind man Guigu who had always sang against him, pursing his thin lips. This fire also had the same role as Guigu. He empathized with the old Taoist's complex emotions, but the blind man's mind was stronger and he didn't cry out loud.
It was just a suffocating depression, not from the hurt of emotions. When the pain of the Huo Dao people came, crying loudly was undoubtedly the best way to vent. After a while, the old Dao gradually stopped and his chest became much more relaxed, but his face couldn't hold back. Such a big man cried in front of everyone, which made him feel a little embarrassed. And while being embarrassed, he felt a little more unhappy: he usually had no serious jokes, but the group of men who followed Chang Chunhou had friendships with each other. Unexpectedly, he cried so hard that his voice was hoarse, and no one except Guigu came to persuade him.
The old Taoist took a deep breath, slapped the rolling soil on his body, and patted the blind man's arm with his dirty hands to show his gratitude. He then wiped his face and turned around. As a result, he screamed suddenly as soon as he turned around, opened his mouth wide, staring at his eyes blankly... The old Taoist's throat made a cracking sound, almost using the strength of a cow to ask a few words: "You...you are doing what you do."
After saying that, his body softened and he fell to the ground with a buzz.
Guigu was blind, and could hear the abnormality of the dwarf but could not see the situation in front of him. He could only follow the blind and anxious, and repeatedly asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Nothing happened, but except for Gu Zhaojun's disciple, Luo Guan and others, most of the people on the mountainside platform were upright, with their knees on the ground, kneeling up straight towards Huo Dao Ren and Guiguzi!
It would be strange if so many people knelt at him together, but among the people who knelt at him, not only were Changchun Hou Song Yang, but the reincarnated Venerable Wuyan, but even two emperors Fenglong were kneeling in it.
Fenglong was the first to speak: "Two gentlemen, one big fire, wash away all the humiliation of Nanli. I have no choice but to repay it, I can only do this gift!" Fenglong was the emperor of Nanli. Looking at the entire Middle Earth world, if he wanted to find the person who loved Nanli the most, it was him. For the war between Tubo and Nanli, this fire was so important. He was willing to kneel down!
Shi Xiaoxiao spoke in a solemn tone: "The fire of karma is washed away, and sins are eliminated. The two gentlemen allowed thousands of families in the Nanli world to be born in Buddhas and to save millions of people from wars. This is endless merit and great compassion."
The leader of Shanxi Man Jinhuan also knelt down, his Chinese words were awkward and concise: "You are amazing, we kneel down and you admire you very much! I'm not embarrassed to pay my respects, it's just right!"
Fenglong knelt, and Chan Yasha followed immediately; Wuyan knelt, and the Buddhists in the fief fell to the ground; the leader of the Jinhuan, "Great Admiration" Shanximan, of course, kowtowed together; the rest, Ayiguo, Sima, and others knelt down with Song Yang... Song Yang had no generous words to say, but said to the two: "Two deserve this, thank you."
On the platform on the mountainside, everyone thanked and paid tribute, and kowtowed to the two strange soldiers seriously. Then he heard a "gudong" sound. The blind man understood what was going on, rolled his eyes and fainted. Fortunately, he was still a distance from the edge of the cliff, so it would be too unfair if he fell down and died.
...
From Yanziping to Qingyang City, Song Yang led his troops there and once again, all the troops who followed him to operate were suffering a lot of casualties. Among them, the soldiers stationed in the fiefdom of Zhenxi King suffered the most losses. More than 2,000 elite soldiers were still following Song Yang at this moment.
There are only half of Shanximan and Shitoubo left, and even the most elite Chan Yasha, there are less than 4,000 main players who can fight again.
However, Liu Er's Raptor Legion suffered little loss, and 70% of them were left. These monsters were invulnerable to swords and guns and took advantage of them.
If they don’t count the victory they got, they just talk about the losses. Qingyang’s battle really hurt the vitality of the Fengyi. But Song Yang didn’t plan to stop and burned the enemy’s main force in a fire. It was a great time to counterattack. He had been passively "dismantling the enemy’s tricks" before. Now it’s finally time to take the initiative to beat people, why would he not be willing to go?
Shanximan had similar ideas. Many tribe members were buried in the hands of foreign soldiers. The big man did not think about the causes and consequences. They decided that Fanzi was an abominable enemy and wanted to continue fighting with Song Yang with great pleasure.
The other armed forces said nothing. Everyone sat down and discussed for a while. Soon they decided to borrow 2,000 soldiers from Shanximan, and Chanyasha also sent 2,500 soldiers. Adding the stone man, Uighur guards and Shanxixiu, they formed a powerful team of 6,000 people. The remaining Shanximan and Chanyasha either returned to the mountains or settled in the fief after the fire stopped. They were regarded as the reserved capital, and stayed at home in case there were other things.
As for the Nanli troops withdrawn from Qingyang City, they were under the command of Liu Taishou, Song Yang did not go inquire about it, but they were all Nanli soldiers, and conquering the lost territories was a matter of their own, so they naturally would not retreat.
After following the team to repair the mountain for two days, he recovered his physical strength and spirit, and at the same time, he re-arranged the missing organization in the battle. During this period, the old dwarf Taoist found Song Yang, and Sisai Ai said for a long time: "I can't bear your etiquette... I'll give it back to you."
The old Taoist was kneeled down by Chang Chunhou, and he was not at ease in his heart.
Song Yang quickly reached out to support him and stopped him from kneeling back. To be honest, "I sincerely thank you, but when it comes to 'thank you', I'm thinking about finding a few beautiful little maids for you, or building a few ancestral temples for you brothers to worship and respect the world in the future. As for that kneeling," Song Yang smiled: "I saw that you were depressed at that time, and it would be worth it if I could kneel down to reduce the depression."
In terms of age, Huo Zhenren is an elder; in terms of credit, dwarfs and blind men have helped him a lot. Song Yang's kneeling the day before yesterday was not burdened, but kneeling down and bowing was not his "thank you", but more importantly, it was to relieve Huo Zhenren's depression.
Huo Zhenren didn't know what to say, so he laughed...
Two days later, the team was repaired, and the fire in Yanziping was burning strongly, without any sign of stopping. Song Yang stopped waiting and led the soldiers out of the mountains and met with the princess and princess who had been waiting for his return.
The two daughters of Hongbo Mansion were not alone. They came from Pingjun and brought more than 40,000 reinforcements sent by the court behind them.
The powerful soldiers gathered together. After just achieving a decisive victory, their morale was soaring. Five thousand people were divided into garrisons around the fief to prevent fish that leaked in the fire. The rest of the men rushed towards Qingyang with Song Yang. Song Yang did not forget to instruct the generals of each division: "When fighting Qingyang, remember that squat tree, you must find it back. Don't let the monk run away, we can use it in the future."
The divine wood seized by Song Yang was temporarily abandoned by him when he broke through because it was too bulky. Now he still wants to snatch it back... Chang Chunhou Song Yang, that is a ruthless character who is not greedy enough!