{Thank you to my friend Luminous and my friend Storm of the Dragon} Under the gaze of Li Xiong and a group of Chengguo civil and military forces, Zhang Zhaocheng led a hundred disciples to stop at the mountainside, and shouted: "The poor Dao general will invite the divine soldiers to come to Er, attack this mountain, and temporarily kill the Ming army, you are willing to wait."
As if it was a supreme honor to be chosen, these hundred people knelt down one after another, kowtowed, and said, "I am willing, please ask the immortal master to cast a spell."
Zhang Zhaocheng nodded with satisfaction, turned around and climbed a high hill, the front of the high hill has been hung with the statue of the old fairy god of Nanhua, the statue is placed in front of a sacrifice table, placed in Zhuruzi, grain, pig heads and other offerings.
Zhang Zhaocheng respectfully saluted the old immortal of Nanhua, and then slowly pulled out the magic sword, stepped up, and turned in a circle on the high hill, the obscure spell slowly spit out, as if it contained the power of demagogy, as the tone changed, the faces of the hundred men appeared one after another with confused expressions.
Even the surrounding sergeants were not immune to the influence, and their eyes became glazed.
Yu stepped faster and faster, and gradually, a whirlwind blew on the high platform, Zhang Zhaocheng suddenly stopped, and shouted: "Please ask the Nanhua patriarch to manifest his spirit, and send down the divine soldiers to help the disciples break the enemy, the Nanhua patriarch is as anxious as the law."
Then he shouted to the disciples in the audience: "Please invite the ancestor immortal soup" A few more disciples scooped out the black whirring soup from a wooden barrel, and poured it into the bowl, gave it to the hundred men in turn, and distributed a sharp axe to each of them.
"Bang Bang Bang" After these men drank the soup, their faces turned hideous, their eyes were blood-red, their throats were ho-ho, and they threw the bowl aside.
Zhang Zhaocheng chanted a strange syllable: "You wait to cut off the demons and evil spirits" The hundred people raised their axes one after another, let out a dull roar, and rushed to the mountain impatiently, and the sergeants along the way all got out of the way, and their eyes showed curiosity, and even Yang Yan and others under the mountain raised their binoculars to observe this incredible scene.
Xun Hu was also stunned, did he rush out to die?
You Mang showed a look of horror and hurriedly persuaded: "General Xun, this is a demon soldier, and it is impossible for human power to stop it."
"Hmm" Xun Hu looked at You Mang.
You Mang was anxious, and explained: "You Mou once saw the Heavenly Master Dao Lu Shijun in Jiangdong to use this technique, and the benefits are incomparable, all those who receive the technique, even if the blade is added, the heart of ten thousand arrows is fearless, unless the head is cut off, so that it is impossible to see, or wait for the demon spirit to leave the body to overcome it." ” Xun Hu almost scolded, he didn't believe in these gods and gods, but on the surface, it was just a taste: "That will have to be seen."
Then he waved his hand: "Release the arrow" Qianniuwei pulled the trigger one after another, and hundreds of short arrows were woven into a huge black net to cover it.
The crossbow arrows almost hit the roots, some hit the limbs, some hit the torso, and some penetrated through the face, but even if the blood of those people flowed, the crossbow arrows only exposed a short small section of the shaft, but they were all extremely brave, the expressions on their faces became more and more hideous, and their mouths changed from shouting and screaming to roaring, and they rushed to kill more bravely.
The soldiers were shocked, this is more terrifying than the bamboo armor soldiers, although the bamboo armor soldiers are invulnerable, they are still people, and these are no longer people in front of them, who can be a normal person who can be counted without dying But Xun Hu didn't believe in evil, and once again forced: "Shoot, don't stop" After all, the ancients were superstitious, believing in gods and ghosts, and those monsters were getting closer and closer, and many of them were shot into hedgehogs, but none of them fell to the ground.
"King, could it be that Zhang Zhaocheng can really summon ghosts and gods" Yu Yao, who was at the foot of the mountain, asked Yang Yan in disbelief.
Yang Yan's eyes narrowed, this is clearly the legendary god fighting technique, at first glance it sounds very mysterious, the principle is actually very simple, through strong belief and temporary hypnosis, implying that he is a god, when the god hits the body, all aspects of the ability will be incredibly improved, like a god on the body, and the mind is not clear, lost in self, only according to the instructions and instincts of the spellcaster.
Of course, there are many fakes in God, and there are very few people with real skills, many people just shout a few times indiscriminately, dance a dance and self-suggest, and think that God is invited, but it is obvious that Zhang Zhaocheng has real skills.
So he shook his head: "This is just a hint, and there are a lot of troubles, those people can't last long, they will fall one by one, and the more blood flows, the faster they fall, come to the mountain, don't fight hard, mainly fight." ” "No" There are thousands of cow guards waving big flags to the top of the mountain.
Xun Hu looked at it and said: "Spread out and fight" The soldiers were like amnesty, and they shot arrows while retreating, but fortunately, the hill was not too steep and there was enough space to dodge.
"Good" Li Xiong shouted: "The Immortal Master Fruit is extraordinary."
"Yes, there is an immortal master, why be afraid of the Ming army" "I'm lucky to have an immortal master."
The ministers praised one after another.
Li Xiang twisted his eyebrows and shut up, those people were fierce, but their minds seemed to be unclear, there were some people who chased and killed the soldiers of the Ming army, and when they encountered a tree, they didn't know how to go around, but they waved an axe to cut down the tree, what is it Sure enough, as Yang Yan expected, people began to fall down one after another, and as the injury worsened, more and more people fell, after all, the divine beating is the spirit of ciji, which makes people in a state of excessive excitement, and when the blood flows dry, the brain tissue will die quickly, and no matter how much ciji is useless.
Zhang Zhaocheng in the back also knew this drawback, the god hit the upper body, not durable to fight, it is advisable to fight quickly, but the soldiers of the Ming army went around in a circle, he had a premonition, and shouted anxiously: "Up, go again" But no matter what he shouted, he still had to fall, so he yelled at the surrounding Cheng Jun: "Why don't you wait, hurry up" The soldiers of the army looked at each other, those people did not distinguish between the enemy and me, and they were slashing with axes, who would dare to go up Seeing that the more and more fallen, the fall can not afford, Zhang Zhaocheng showed a look of despair, and then looked back, the Ming army under the mountain was offensive, the shouting and killing were getting stronger and stronger, the entire hillside, there were Ming troops all over the mountains, the camp was burning with a raging fire, the smoke covered the sky, and some people fled out one after another, and even in the distance, there were Ming soldiers and soldiers escorting elephants back.
All kinds of signs show that Li Xiong is finished, Zhang Zhaocheng naturally did not have the consciousness to accompany Li Xiong's funeral, and gave a few disciples around him a look, so he quietly retreated, because of the fierce battle, no one paid attention.
"Eh, the national teacher" "Damn, the national teacher ran away" After a while, some generals found that Zhang Zhaocheng was nowhere to be seen, and suddenly, panic spread like a plague, even Zhang Zhaocheng, who was the needle of the Dinghai Divine Needle, ran away, and the people in front of him were obviously wrong, who still had the courage to fight again, and the soldiers who had no fighting spirit were even more unintentional, staring at each other with big eyes, and some people quietly retreated.
"Up, up" The Warlord slashed with large knives and directly killed more than a hundred of them.
The overseer team was composed of several generations of old servants from each family, loyal to the master's family, and there was a lot of ywēi accumulated over time, and the soldiers dared not speak out, so they could only reluctantly attack, and the casualties also increased greatly.
Xun Hu gave a look at several Qianniuwei with extraordinary archery skills.
Knowingly, they climbed the tree, took off their bows and arrows, and aimed them at the Warlords.
"Whoosh" Several black lights flashed, and five or six overseers were either throated or hit by arrows in the face, which made people frightened, and they scattered one after another, leaning against the tree and looking up vigilantly.
The sergeants and soldiers all showed a look of relief, and the pace of the attack was paused.
"No matter how you want to die, you can't go up, give it to Lao Tzu" The overseer team was still very conscientious, and when they saw that the soldiers were no longer attacking the mountain, they actually regrouped and waved their swords.
"Whoosh" Another rain of arrows came, and the casualties of the Overseer rose to more than a dozen.
"Damn, it's for the old men, everyone sticks it up."
Several generals shouted angrily, commanding the overseers to stick closely behind the soldiers, and sure enough, the mouse-throwing weapons on the mountain no longer shoot arrows indiscriminately.
The soldiers of the Cheng family were so angry and hateful that they were taken hostage, but they were forced to supervise the ywēi of the war team, so they could only march in fear.
At this time, dozens of steps away, on the top of his head, a loud Qianniuwei held the microphone and shouted: "Brothers in the army, even the ghosts and gods are not defeated by our army, why are you waiting for useless death, please look back, my Ming elite is breaking through your defense line layer by layer, and will soon attack Ziyun Mountain, capture Li Xiong alive, the victory will be decided, why bother to refuse with manpower, you still come to die."
There are only more than 1,000 overseers, but there are more than 10,000 of them, as long as you turn around and face the sword, no one can drive you and others to death. ” "Cheng does not cultivate virtue in the country, does not show martial arts outside, decays and decays, and the fall is only in the mist, and my Ming Dynasty is thriving, the heart of the world is towards it, victory and defeat are right and wrong, at a glance."
"Our army is fair and just, meritorious service will be promoted, and if there is a mistake, it will be punished, if you wait for today's righteousness, he will be fortunate in the future."
"The king is benevolent, there are 15,000 people in Shuzhong, what do you have to worry about, as long as you return to obedience, the future will be smooth."
In fact, it is not a secret that the Ming army is winning one after another, and the current situation is also very clear, the mountain is difficult to capture, and if the mountain cannot be captured, Ziyun Mountain will be seriously threatened.
Many people are hesitating, after all, taking the last step requires great courage and courage, which is not something that ordinary people can do.
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Someone in the supervising team shouted anxiously: "Don't listen to the nonsense of the Ming army, give it to Lao Tzu, attack the mountain, Your Majesty will never treat you badly, who dares to take half a step back, be careful that the machete in Lao Tzu's hand is not long-sighted" "Damn, when you die, you dare to threaten Lao Tzu, you really deceived the Shu people to kill these dog thieves and go to the Ming army" I don't know who it was, but Rěn turned around and slammed a spear into the chest of one of the Warlords.
"Kill" Someone took the lead and it was easy to do, shouting and killing, groups of soldiers, turning around to kill the supervisors, facing the anger of the masses, what accumulation of prestige and residual prestige did not work, at the beginning there were generals shouting and scolding, and after a while, it became begging for mercy, but the soldiers of the army were red-eyed, and there were grievances to repay grievances, and there were revenges to take revenge.
Some people even shouted: Lao Tzu can't kill the Ming army, and he can't kill you, a rabbit cub The hillside had become a slaughterhouse, with blood flowing and corpses everywhere 。
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