This is Fengshen, what's the use of hard work

Chapter 38

Chongzhou.

North Bohou Chonghou Hu resident.

The center of Fangguo, the two hundred princes in the north!
Chonghouhu was the monarch of the Chong family, named Hu, who was granted the title of Marquis by Shang, so he changed his name to Chonghouhu.

at this time.

Inside Chongzhou City.

With dark circles under his eyes, Chonghouhu lay weakly on the big red rattan rocking chair, and said quietly:
"Do you know what the Marquis admires most about our king?"

Behind him, stood a young man in golden mail, who was rubbing his shoulders for him. Hearing this, he shook his head and said:
"My son, don't dare to criticize the king."

Chonghou Hu's eyes were half closed, and he didn't ask any further questions, he said to himself:
"What the Marquis admires about the King is not that he works hard, but that he enjoys life."

"People in this world, when mentioning the king, the first thing that comes to mind is the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the mighty cannon, but no one knows that our king has also made many magical things."

"It's like this reclining chair. It's extremely comfortable to lie in. It's really hard to change it even for a god."

"Without Dawang's reclining chairs, hot pot, and mahjong, the fun in this life will be reduced by half."

"People in the world say that I Chonghouhu is greedy for life and afraid of death, and I am foolish and loyal to the king of Shang."

"Hehe, I have the Chong family. If we hadn't been attached to the king of Shang for generations to survive, we would have died long ago."

"Hey, this time the king didn't know what he meant, but let Xibohou put down the rebellion. Is this giving up Chongzhou?"

Chonghouhu enjoyed it, leisurely and leisurely, half asleep and half awake, said:
"Ask the chef to cook the hot pot, is it ready?"

The young man said in a low voice: "I have cooked your favorite Shuxiang pot bottom, now it should be served as a side dish."

"Oh... is it ready?"

"time flies."

Chonghouhu finally opened his eyes, a strange smile appeared on his thin and brown face.

"It seems that your uncle can't be invited."

"Ji Chang's army may still be on their way."

With the support of the young man in golden armor, he stood up and walked to the casement window. There was a bronze armor hanging on one side. The armor was stained with blood and was covered with knife marks.

Chonghouhu picked up the blood-stained armor, shook it suddenly, and put it on his body.

Then, he looked at Mu Shi's bronze helmet engraved with Chong's totem.

totem.

It is a five-clawed dragon.

This dragon has five claws on its abdomen, colorful wings on its back, and golden dragon scales all over its body.

Chonghou Tiger muttered to himself:
"It has been 500 years since the Tang Dynasty destroyed the summer."

"In the past 500 years, Yin and Shang moved their capitals frequently, and the vicissitudes of life have changed dramatically."

"Who remembers that we have the Chong family?"

He put on the blood-stained bronze helmet, picked up the long sword on the sword stand, and continued to speak slowly:

"Xia Zhixing also, the dragon descended on Chongshan."

"Ying Biao, even if you die in battle, you still have to remember. We have the Chong family, the country's surname is Si, and the founding monarch Si Wenming is known as Dayu."

"I have the Chong family, who is a survivor of the previous dynasty. Shang Tang destroyed the country without destroying the heirs, so that our lineage survives to this day. If you don't bow your head and act, do you want to make great achievements?"

He waved the bronze sword in his hand, slashed through the void, and the laziness in his voice disappeared!

"We have the Chong clan, but the Great Xia royal family."

"No matter who is in charge of the world today, I have the blood of the Chong family here, how can I let you and others wreak havoc."

"My family has lived under the banner of King Shang for decades, and it's time to contribute today."

Chonghou Hu put on his armor and stepped out of the palace with his sword, saying:
"The hot pot is ready, serve me the tower."

"Today, for my father, I will cook wine on the city tower to kill the traitors, and use the blood of those evil animals to cook wine and eat!"

Hearing the words, the young man trembled all over, his eyes were moistened, and he said yes.

Outside Chongzhou city.

Blood stained thousands of miles.

There was scorched earth on the ground, and the soil was dyed black and red.

The rebel army started from Beihai and attacked more than 18 countries in a row, and now the number has reached [-].

18 rebels lined up outside the city of Chongzhou, forming eighteen square formations. The dark momentum dispersed the dark clouds in the sky and made the air stagnate.

Eighteen phalanxes, with nearly ten thousand troops on each side, and dozens of ferocious and terrifying monsters hovering in front of the formation!

These monsters looked coldly at the towers where the whole body was dark, like the muzzles of flood beasts.

three days ago.

The Beihai army attacked outside the city of Chongzhou, Beibohou Chonghouhu led his troops out of the city, and was caught off guard by the monster army.

Unexpectedly, the next day, Chonghouhu stayed behind closed doors, relying on the black iron cylinders at the top of the city, repelled wave after wave of attacks, and even killed a few monsters.

"Human race, there is such a weapon!"

"It shouldn't belong to the world. Mortals can't master the power of gods except for cultivation!"

"Go up, destroy them, and eat up the human race in this city!"

The monsters let out roars, they had just opened up their spiritual intelligence, they only had killing in their hearts, they had no Dao heart, they just wanted to break the city as soon as possible, and let these human races who attacked them become flesh and blood in their stomachs.

However, they dare not move.

All the monsters turned their gazes to the ten thousand army, where sat a boy in white clothes, holding western sandalwood and lotus, uttering Sanskrit singing, rolling Sanskrit sound, spreading among the hundreds of thousands of troops.

The whole body of the boy is illuminated by light, and golden lotuses are falling from the top of his head, which is mysterious and boundless.

The Sanskrit sound spread to the ears of the monsters of the North Sea, making them mesmerized, their eyes sometimes blurred, sometimes ferocious, and they let out bursts of roars.

"Master Immortal, we have been waiting for two days, why don't we start attacking the city?"

On the side of the boy in white, a tiger general was walking around anxiously on a white horse.

He has a blue face and red beard, hair like vermilion lacquer, wearing a golden armour, and a red robe, and holding a magic pestle in his hand. He is Yuan Futong, the leader of the Beihai rebel army.

He has asked this question more than a dozen times, but it is a pity that this boy who could kill him with a wave of his hand has never opened his eyes, and is just reciting scriptures.

"Master Immortal, the 18 army consumes a lot of food and grass every day, and there is not much left now."

"If you don't attack the city, I'm afraid there will be a mutiny."

Hearing this, the boy in white finally opened his eyes, which were a pair of indifferent eyes.

He stared at the distant city wall and murmured.

"The decree has arrived, and the city will be massacred today."

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Futong's anxiety was instantly swept away. He roared angrily, pulled the rope in his hand, and said loudly:
"Siege!"

The voice came out, and the roar rushed into the sky!

The already impatient ferocious beast attacked first!

above the city wall.

Chonghouhu glared at the monsters below, raised his long sword and said:

"Kill these beasts!"

"Eat them with wine!"

The dull sound of war drums sounded and spread all over the place!

The brutal fighting began.

……

An hour later.

Burning clouds dyed the sky red, under the city of Chongzhou.

Yuan Futong, the leader of the rebel army, held a human head in his hand and sneered at the tower:
"Bei Bohou, now that the king of Shang disrespects the gods and blasphemes the heavens, I, Yuan Futong, will act on behalf of the heavens and punish the kings who defy the heavens!"

"You are not from the royal family of the great merchants. Why do you help merchants to abuse you and block my army!"

"Didn't Bei Bohou see it? My army has come all the way, and there has never been a city blocking it!"

"This is God's will, this is the will of the people!"

Chonghou Tiger was covered in blood, and he was holding a bloody tiger leg in his hand. With a sneer, he cut off a piece of meat and threw it into the boiling soup.

After cooking for a while, the blood was still wet, so he put his hand into the boiling soup, scooped up the flesh and ate it, and said with disdain:
"Do it for the sky?"

"In the first year of Emperor Xin, the mountain god of Pingqiu Mountain in Beihai neglected his duties, and the rocks slipped down, causing 1 deaths and injuries!"

"In the second year of Emperor Xin, the mountain god of Xiqi Taihua Mountain kidnapped nearly a thousand women. Two years later, a mass grave was discovered with the remains of thousands of people!"

"In the 5th year of Emperor Xin, the mountain god of Xihai Mountain and the water god of Weishui fought, and hundreds of miles of land around them were turned into Ze Kingdom, and countless people were killed and injured!"

……

"The king killed these moths of the country, you tell me it is God's will."

"Then why do you respect him today?"

"So what about reverse?"

A trace of bloodthirsty killing intent flashed in Yuan Futong's eyes, and he threw the head on the ground with a cold and heartless voice.

"When death is imminent, I don't know how to repent."

"It seems that Chongzhou is also a group of demons who disrespect the heavens. Only blood can wash away your sins!"

"All generals obey orders!"

"After breaking the city, massacre the city for seven days!"

　This part of the plot in Chongzhou involves too many settings. If you don’t like it, you can quickly skip it and read the next plot.Thank you for your support.

　
(End of this chapter)