martial law

Although Xiqi sent 30 troops, it was commanded by Prime Minister Jiang Ziya, accompanied by powerful generals such as Huang Feihu, Nan Gongshi, and the Ji brothers.Zhang Guifang didn't see anything.

On the first day of the confrontation, Feng Lin played, and the two sides fought.Relying on a piece of black smoke and a single red bead in the smoke, he easily killed the powerful general of the Zhou family, Ji Shugan, the twelfth son of King Wen, and the army returned to the camp victorious.

The army of Xiqi was full of mourning, and King Wu was sad because of his brother's death.

On the second day, the Huang Feihu brothers, together with their generals and soldiers, and Nan Gongshi and others snatched them out, but they were resisted by Zhang Guifang and Feng Lin, and the two sides fought fiercely...

Yang Lin took his soldiers and horses and watched from a distance, but he didn't move forward.

In fact, it wasn't that he didn't want to fight, but that Zhang Guifang, Feng Lin and the others were used to being strong. Now that he had received the Grand Master's order, as the chief general, when he was gaining the upper hand, he absolutely didn't want anyone to take advantage of it.

Therefore, he put Yang Lin's [-] archers in the back formation, and he couldn't reach them even if he wanted to.

However, he didn't mean to steal the limelight.

He just silently watched Xiqi's generals, assessing the level of strength of the two sides, and secretly calculating in his heart.

At this time, those powerful guys have not yet appeared, and heretics like Zhang Guifang and Feng Lin can also show their power.

If Xiqi didn't have a Qi Refiner, he would have lost this battle.

Sure enough, it was time for the fight to be evenly matched.

Zhang Guifang urges the white horse and wields the silver spear, to see that she is not defeated, but starts to play dirty tricks.

He suddenly shouted, "Huang Feihu, if you don't get off your horse, when will you wait?"

This cry, to the ears of others, was just ordinary.

However, Yang Lin's sky eyes opened and he could see clearly, but he saw a wave of ripples in the shape of a tiger's head, roaring and rushing towards Huang Feihu, the sound waves attacking everywhere.

Huang Feihu has extraordinary martial arts skills. He rode a five-color divine bull, moving back and forth, its power covering hundreds of feet, his blood was flying horizontally and horizontally, his spear was like lightning, and when he was gaining power, he was startled by the roar of the tiger pattern, and his soul was stunned on the spot. There, he didn't move at all, and his figure couldn't sit still anymore, and he knocked down the five-colored bull with one head.

Before he entered the battle, he had already guarded against Zhang Guifang's name-calling technique, knowing that this heretical method was difficult to block and dodge, but even if he knew it, he might not be able to block it.

The sound of this technique hits the ears, but it is not a simple sound attack method, but a secret technique of fascination.

As long as you have a flesh and blood body, with three souls and seven souls, you can't escape the opponent's body.

Huang Feihu's physical practice did not reach the point of ignoring other spells, so he was hit on the spot.

He fell off his horse.

The Xiqi army was in chaos on the spot.

Huang Feibiao, Huang Feibao, Long Huan, Wu Qian and other generals rushed out one after another, carried Zhang Guifang alive, and snatched Huang Feihu's stiff body back into the formation, and the army protected it.

There is a problem here.

Over there, Feng Lin and Nan Gongshi were fighting fiercely, one wielding a gun and the other wielding a knife, Feng Lin looked a little lost, and patted his horse back.

Nangong Shi had a golden armor and a silver sword, and his eyes were cold. He also saw Huang Feihu's attack. At this time, he was anxious and wanted to kill the opponent's general and move back to Yicheng.

Unexpectedly, Fangfeng Lin's old tricks were repeated, black smoke came out from his nose, and a red bead the size of a bowl appeared in the smoke, and he would beat him when he avoided his face.

Nangong Shi danced wildly with his sword, dodging again and again, but the red bead was bounded by reality, it missed, it landed on his chest on the spot, it flew upside down when it hit the ground, and he fell unconscious.

"Left and right, take it back to the camp, and choose a day to behead."

Feng Linzhi was high-spirited, and he rode forward, waving his gun and shouting.

At the moment, the morale of the merchant army was greatly boosted, and they charged wildly.

Xiqi's morale plummeted, and he couldn't stop it for a while. He was killed by the Shang army and threw away his helmet and armor.

"Generally speaking, the confrontation of battle formations in this era is still a bit of a joke. Ordinary military formations do not give too much blessing to the generals. Winning or losing mainly depends on the strength of the general."

After Yang Lin looked at it for a while, he understood.

In the situation where the mighty power belongs to itself, and the strength of the generals and soldiers on the battlefield is too different, it is completely different from the battle on the real history.

These soldiers have absolutely no will to fight to the death.

Maybe there is a desire to make contributions.

However, once the general fails or dies, it is basically impossible to come back against the wind.

Because ordinary soldiers are just eating as soldiers, whoever wins will go to whoever wins, and they don't have much loyalty.

"It's flourishing and declining, presumably, Zhang Guifang will soon be unlucky."

Seeing the arrogant and self-satisfied general of Qinglongguan General Soldier, Yang Lin didn't take it seriously, and didn't go to approach him. He just took care of his camp and ensured that there would be no problems with food and grass.

He knew that at this time, Jiang Ziya might be about to make a big move.

'Move troops, ask for help. '

Looking at the Battle of the Conferred Gods, Jiang Ziya's tactics and strategy are not obvious, but his ability to ask for help is better than Wen Zhong, only a little worse than Shen Gongbao.

Although his own ability is not good, but as a person who has experienced calamities and the protagonist, he actually represents the original Tianzun, and anyone should give face.

Yang Lin didn't stay in the camp, nor did he join the celebration of the Shang army.

Instead, he sat quietly on the mountain, swallowing the inspiration of the world and the moon.

I was thinking in my heart that the power of the sun and the sun in this world is still sufficient.

The full moon in the night sky exudes vast and mysterious power anytime and anywhere.

By no means like later generations, the moon is just a decoration.

How to get the power of the sun?I'm afraid I have to go to the moon to make up my mind.

However, this matter must be carefully designed and not careless.

"If you're not happy, why don't we just take our men and horses and go back to the mountains to retreat, leaving Shang and Zhou alone? Anyway, we don't need us here..."

Above the mountains, behind the trees, amidst the silence of insects, suddenly, a cold voice appeared, revealing a trace of concern.

"Aunt Xue, you still can't help but come here. You even brought this little oil bottle over here. Didn't you say that the soldiers in the army are fierce and dangerous, so it's not suitable for you to stay for a long time?"

Yang Lin shook his head and laughed.

I arranged it well, of course I didn't want to take risks with people close to me in this world, but in their eyes, they probably didn't want to take risks by myself. Although my behavior was a bit reckless, it was not good to be harsh.

Aunt Xue looked a little unnatural, she took the hand of the little fox Caier, expressionless: "If the wings are hard, do you think that Aunt Xue is not strong? Even if it is not useful, no matter what, I can give it to you." Guards, be alert to the dangers around you. Also, I have been practicing Wu Lingshu for the past few days, and my mind has been introduced. If I don’t meet a golden fairy, I won’t be defeated so easily.”

Chapter 622

"My lord, I think you can't sleep. It's none of Aunt Xue's business. Also, my lord, your clothes stink and no one washes them. You can't eat well or sleep well in the barracks..."

The little fox Cai'er didn't care whether Yang Lin wanted it or not, anyway, she would follow.

Immediately, he jumped and ran over, grabbed Yang Lin's trouser leg, and refused to let go.

"Hey, is this a primordial spirit? Why hasn't he grown taller yet, but he has grown another tail."

Yang Lin pulled her back, looked behind the little fox's clothes, ignored her blushing, looked carefully, and saw that there was actually a hidden little fluff between the fluttering white and fluffy fox tails. The tail is sometimes closed and sometimes spread out.

"That's right, I'm really in danger, Cai'er can run away, and won't drag you down."

Cai'er smiled until her eyes narrowed.

Very proud.

"Come here when you come, anyway, don't go to the battle, just follow me."

Yang Lin had no choice but to agree.

When a person is in the world, sometimes he does not only maximize his interests, nor does he need to be the safest.There are times when emotions trump many things.

Aunt Xue watched Yuanshen grow up and never left her.

When she came out to fight by herself, Aunt Xue's thoughts must be very easy to understand, just like a mother watching her children go out to fight life and death to make a career, it is impossible not to worry.

If it is an ordinary family, they can only stay at home and wait quietly, waiting for good or bad news, always in fear.

However, in the world of practice, there is an individual with great power, if she wants to follow, she will follow, without thinking too much.

As for the little fox, her thoughts are easier to understand.

The little guy followed him since he was a child, and after he left, it was like the sky had collapsed in half, and he didn't know what to do anymore.

'Actually, through time and space, after several generations, seeing joys and sorrows, and walking through the long river of time, the real harvest is not those vast and vast sea of ​​secret cultivation methods, and the countless bones spread under your feet.It is those people and things, emotions and touches that really keep in mind and let oneself be touched. '

Watching Aunt Xue and Cai'er skillfully beat a deer, peeled and cleaned the internal organs, spread it with spices and roasted it, and the aroma came to his nostrils, Yang Lin felt a little warm in his heart.

Winning and losing, results and prospects are very important, experience and process are also very important.Every world, every past worth cherishing, will be condensed into the colorful beads of the years, and become the food for progress.

Thinking of this, the white light of the mind seems to become softer, and it is more compatible with the primordial spirit and the physical body.

Seems like nothing, like instinct.

This is not a skill, but a mind.

Wherever you want, feel at ease.

He sat down casually, his fingers condensed into a little light, and chopped on a green grass illuminated by the fire beside him.

The grass was not broken and broken, but grew vigorously, and in a blink of an eye, it grew as high as shoulders, giving birth to spirituality.

Seemingly sensing Yang Lin's thoughts, Xiaocao also shook her head, lightly resting on his shoulder, with a trace of admiration.

'It's just the third level of mental strength, and in the midst of destruction, a trace of creation power is condensed.It is as comfortable as hands and feet to control, without any barriers. '

Yang Lin felt joyful in his heart, knowing that the previous change was actually enlightenment.

Performing martial arts orders is good for everything, burning martial arts value, improving the level is like drinking water, but it lacks all kinds of processes in it. While the foundation is solid, it is inevitable that it will lose some thickness and vicissitudes.

Just like watching a movie, you know everything and understand everything, without the joys and sorrows that you can empathize with.

If you really want to use it for yourself, you have to comprehend and hone it in some experiences.Therein lies the joy of life.

"In a few days, it will be the harvest season."

Yang Lin laughed.

"You mean, the Xiqi army will counterattack tomorrow? Do they have that strength?"

Aunt Xue handed over a deliciously roasted deer leg, a little puzzled.

Now the Xiqi military camp hangs up the exemption card, and it is miserable.

Being blocked at the gate of the camp by the merchant army, yelling and humiliating, Jiang Ziya couldn't bear to let the generals fight.

Look at the morale is about to drop to freezing point.

The battle has actually been lost.

Just wait for Zhang Guifang to find an opportunity to attack the camp in one go, then he can go straight to Xitu and kill the Zhou family's children. At that time, it will be difficult to recover.

"Where is this going? In this battle, Xiqi must win, Chengtang's fate has been lost, and the rise of the Zhou Dynasty is actually a matter of days. I participated in it not to help the Shang Dynasty change its fate against the sky, but I have my own just some thoughts...

As for the Xiqi army, has it really not started to exert its strength yet?The world underestimated Jiang Ziya, who had failed in cultivating the Tao and had been down for half his life, and there were too many people who helped him. "

Yang Lin thought about some of the people and things in the story, his eyes kept secret, but he didn't talk about it too much.

……

"General Zhang, the Xiqi Army took down the exemption card today. It must have a chance of winning. The general must pay attention to the arrival of powerful people. How about we also go out to fight together, so as not to be ambushed and lose our strength."

Three days passed in a flash.

Zhang Guifang has not broken through the Xiqi camp, the opponent is very tightly guarded, and they no longer fight each other, and they have no good way.

Today, Xiqi was finally ready to fight. Seeing the opportunity, Yang Lin stepped forward to challenge.

Zhang Guifang was dressed in a white robe and held a silver gun. She was quite graceful. Hearing this, his face was slightly stunned. Before he could speak, there was already laughter around him.

Feng Lin laughed with a sharp voice: "General Huang is too ambitious for others and destroys his prestige. The Xiqi Army is already poor, and they didn't fight a few days ago. I can't think about it. Since we sent troops today, wouldn't it be suicidal?" road.

We are about to succeed in the first battle, wipe out the Xiqi army, and win a complete victory. At this moment, General Huang is still guarding the side, guarding the army's food and grass, and will protect you when the time comes. Talk too much. "

"Yeah, what else can they do, General Zhang and General Feng are super powerful, their spells are mysterious, and Jiang Shang's leadership is today..."

"General Huang, if you capture your father on the battlefield, we can slow down the killer, let you father and son have a good talk, and have full love. However, the king may not spare him, you have to do it in advance It’s good to be prepared to mourn and change.”

All the generals in the tent talked to each other with great joy, most of them looked at Yang Lin with ridicule.

Relying on her identity, Zhang Guifang looked at it with a half-smile, and didn't stop her, just listening to everyone making fun of Yang Lin.

The meaning is clear.

Seeing that you are about to win, at this time, you come to claim the credit.

Afraid of thinking about farting?