Chapter 877

"Boom! Boom! Boom! "

Cannons and ballistae kept exploding in the camps of both sides. The shockwaves and metal fragments from the explosions were fatal to ordinary soldiers.

In terms of large-scale weapons of mass destruction, the Daibun army almost crushed the Kang Kingdom army. This was one of the reasons why Daibun dominated the Nine States. Even though the Witchcraft Cult had secretly seized a large number of cannons and ballistae over the years, without the maintenance of warlocks, the performance of the artifacts and the power of the cannons were greatly reduced.

Moreover, the artifacts were constantly being upgraded. There was a huge difference between the performance of old weapons and new ones.

Nangong Qianrou led the heavy cavalry out of the camp, avoiding the firing range of the cannons and ballistae, and charged from the right side of the Kang Kingdom army.

The Kang Kingdom's army quickly realized the approaching heavy cavalry. The cannons and ballistae remained the same, exchanging fire with the Daibun army. The archers and gunners fired continuously.

They attacked the heavy cavalry of more than ten thousand people.

After a few rounds of firing, the archers and gunners decisively retreated. At this time, a group of three thousand cavalrymen holding Mo Dao rushed out from the Kang Kingdom's army.

The Mo Dao arose in the early days of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It weighed more than eighty kilograms and was made of fine iron. Only the best soldiers could wield it. Back then, the Great Zhou Dynasty, which had no warlocks, relied on the Mo Dao Army of twenty thousand to be invincible.

Every Mo Dao soldier was at the peak of the Spirit Refinement Realm, and wielding the Mo Dao was easy. Under the Mo Dao Army, men and horses were torn to pieces.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was truly founded on martial arts. It was the most glorious dynasty of martial arts.

In the later period of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the power of the country weakened, and the prestige of the Mo Dao Army declined day by day. In Daibun, the Mo Dao Army withdrew from the stage of history because of the limited martial arts of the soldiers.

However, the Mo Dao Army had been preserved in the northeast until today. This was because the warlocks of the Witchcraft Cult could stimulate the potential of the soldiers, increase their vitality, and achieve the effect of a short-term increase in fighting power.

As a result, the threshold of the Mo Dao Army was greatly reduced.

The three thousand Mo Dao Army charged toward the ten thousand heavy cavalry of Daibun fearlessly. Instead, they were hot-blooded.

With a single slash, both men and horses were torn to shreds. It was especially effective against heavy cavalry.

A sinister expression appeared on Nangong Qianrou's beautiful face. The Nine Regions only knew that the Barbarian Tribe was the leader of the cavalry. After the battle of Shanhai Pass, the Jingguo Tribe was the leader.

The Great Feng cavalry was not worth mentioning.

Was it really like this?

The Great Feng cavalry was sparse because they lacked good warhorses and pastures suitable for raising horses.

Just because they were few in number did not mean they were weak. In the past twenty years, Wei Yuan had concluded that the reason for the small defeats in the Shanhai Pass campaign was due to the heavy disadvantage of the cavalry.

The Great Feng did not have the valiant Mo Dao Army, and the battle prowess and cultivation of the soldiers could not be compared to the Great Zhou's glorious period. How could they increase the power of the heavy cavalry on the original foundation?

Wei Yuan's decision was to equip himself!

There were no shamans in the Great Consecration, so they could stimulate the potential of the soldiers and increase their combat strength. Mo Zhou Dang.

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Very few people knew the reason why Wei Yuan frequently went to the Stargazing Tower in the past twenty years. But after this battle, the ten thousand sets of heavy cavalry armor that Wei Yuan had forged with all his effort and money over the past twenty years would leave a deep mark on this battle.

The Mo Dao Army that Daibun had abandoned long ago was nothing more than an old object covered up by the dust of history!

Ten thousand heavy cavalry brazenly killed their way through the Mo Dao Army, causing both men and horses to be thrown off their feet.

Nangong Qianrou took the lead. His brown pupils were replaced by blood red, and veins popped out on his face. He did not look like a human anymore, but more like a beast that had lost its mind.

Whether it was the Kang Kingdom's army or the Daibun's army on the other side, many generals' eyebrows twitched when they witnessed this scene.

In the previous siege, the heavy cavalry had not been used at all. Therefore, even their own people did not know the true strength of this group of heavy cavalry.

Except for Wei Yuan and Nangong Qianrou.

At this moment, a majestic and ethereal chanting sounded from the Kang Kingdom's army. It was layered, making it difficult to hear the specific content.

The whole battlefield was filled with spirituality. The Mo Dao Army that had just died and their blood had yet to cool crawled back up. Some of them had lost their heads, some had lost their arms, and some had their chests pierced through.

But they still managed to crawl back up.

For Magi, as long as their corpses were not torn apart or burned to ashes, they would be an inexhaustible source of soldiers.

"Awooo …"

Continuous roars came from high up in the sky. Huge flying beasts glided over the Daibun's army, dropping rocks, kerosene, and other items.

The Yan Capital's gates opened, and the Fire Country's army swarmed out, trying to launch a pincer attack with the Kang Kingdom's army.

"Raise your shields!"

Chen Ying, a rising star in the army and the leader of the twelve thousand imperial guards, gave the order in an orderly manner. "Squad 168, turn the cannons. Squad 204, turn the crossbowmen. Charge with me …"

As he shouted, he waved a small flag to convey the order.

The infantrymen raised their shields to block the attacks from the sky. Some of the cannons and ballistae turned around and fired at the Fire Country's army.

Under the roar of the cannons, Chen Ying led five thousand light cavalry and ten thousand infantrymen towards the Yan Capital's army.

…

The battle lasted from day to night. The Fire Country's army left behind more than eight thousand corpses and retreated to the city. The Kang Kingdom's army also suffered heavy losses and retreated thirty miles.

The Daibun's army was in an extremely difficult situation. There were three reasons for this.

First, they had lost the battle.

The Yan Capital was easy to defend and difficult to attack. It was even more difficult to conquer than the seven cities they had conquered. Moreover, there were many experts in the Yan Capital, and there was a third level sorcerer in charge. It would be extremely difficult to conquer the city in a short period of time.

Coupled with the Kang Kingdom's reinforcements, it was impossible for them to attack the city.

Second, their supply line had been cut off.

Without the supply line, the Daibun's army was like a building without a foundation. It was only a matter of time before it collapsed. The sharp blade that had been stabbed into the Fire Country's belly had been ground down.

The bonfire burned brightly in the military tent.

The Young and Strong Faction, led by Chen Ying, and the Wei Yuan Faction led by Nangong Qianrou, were gathered together.

Chen Ying stood in front of the sand table and pointed out the situation.

"The Kang Kingdom and the Fire Country's strategy is obvious. They will trap us in the Yan Capital until we run out of food and ammunition, or scatter in all directions. Then they will divide and devour us. We are running out of food. By the day after tomorrow, we will have to kill the horses for meat. "

One of the generals grinned. "I will be in charge of looting the food. There are many villages near the Yan Capital. We should be able to get some food. We cannot kill the horses. Absolutely not. "

Chen Ying chuckled. "General Zhao, I'll leave it to you. The mission that Duke Wei gave us was to hold out for ten days. Six days have passed. Just hold on for another four days. We will retreat after that. "

He paused and glanced at the generals. Seeing that they were not in high spirits, he thought for a while and said frankly.

"Truth be told, this battle has been inexplicable and the lack of food is even more inexplicable. I still do not understand Duke Wei's intentions. But military orders must be obeyed. Even if Duke Wei wants me to charge into a sea of fire, I will not blink. "

"We still have thirty thousand brothers left. I don't know how many of them will survive after four days. I don't even know if I will be able to survive. However, the Witchcraft Cult had gone too far over the years.

"They have colluded with the Imperial Court, embezzled our Daibun's armaments, supported bandits in the Cloud State, and made life difficult for the people. Now, they are trying to occupy the north and surround the borders of our Daibun's northeast.

"Even if we are completely annihilated in this battle, we will exhaust the Fire Country and the Kang Kingdom's forces. Everyone, are you afraid of death? "

"What's there to be afraid of? No one who dares to step onto the battlefield is afraid of death." One of the generals cursed.

"It's just four days. I will still be alive and kicking after four days."

"Duke Wei wants us to stall for time. Forget four days, I will complete the mission in forty days."

Everyone looked at Nangong Qianrou. The handsome Jinluo said softly, "I will leave with ten thousand heavy cavalry tonight."

Chen Ying stared at him with a burning gaze. "Duke Wei's mission?"

Nangong Qianrou nodded.

Chen Ying looked at him for a long time. Then, the handsome young man smiled. "Alright. Do what you need to do. Leave this to us."

Nangong Qianrou ignored him and turned to leave.

When he was about to step out of the tent, he suddenly stopped. Nangong Qianrou looked at everyone's faces carefully. He took a deep breath and cupped his fists.

"Everyone, take care!"

"Take care!"

The soldiers said in a low voice.

Nangong Qianrou took off his helmet and placed it on the ground. He bent down and paused for a few seconds before he strode away.

…

Yan Capital.

Torchlight shone brightly in the main hall. Nurhega sat on his throne and listened to the officials' discussion.

Compared to the Daibun army's predicament, the atmosphere here was much more relaxed and even joyful.

They had defended the city for six days. The Daibun army only attacked the city on the first day. After leaving thousands of bodies, they retreated in defeat and did not launch a second attack.

On the other hand, because of the arrival of the Kang Kingdom's reinforcements, they had achieved a two-pronged attack and cut off Daibun's supply line.

As long as they could drag it out for a few more days, Daibun would have to retreat. Their remaining forces would not be able to attack the city anymore. That meant the capital was as stable as Mount Tai and they were not afraid of the Feng Army showing weakness.

Once they withdrew, the Yan and Kang Kingdoms could even pursue them.

The Witchcraft Religion would be the winner.

In this way, the so-called Daibun God of War was not as scary as they had imagined.

The turnaround in the situation gave the people of the Yan Country a strong sense of self-confidence. The reputation that Wei Yuan had accumulated during the Shanhai Pass battle had been greatly reduced.

"Haha, it seems that the Daibun God of War is not good at attacking cities."

"It could also be that the twenty years of fighting in the Imperial Court has worn down his spirit. That's right, he has not led troops for twenty years and the people have changed. "

"With just this battle, our Yan Country will step on the name of Wei Yuan and shock the entire Nine States."

"Only bringing a hundred thousand men and they want to attack the main altar? Wishful thinking. "

Wei Yuan led the army to the North and met with stubborn resistance in the Yan Country. In the end, they were defeated and fled back to the borders of Daibun with the remnants of the army … This would be recorded in the history books.

Nurhega turned his head and looked at the Grand Tutor Ilbu who was holding a golden staff and wearing a robe. He smiled and said:

"Grand Tutor Ilbu, after we defeat Wei Yuan, we can split our forces and help the Kang Kingdom to quell the war in the North. After this battle, it will be difficult for Daibun to send any more reinforcements. The thirty thousand miles of land on our backs will be part of our Witchcraft Religion's territory. "

Ilbu said calmly: "The war in the North is not urgent. The order from the main altar is to destroy the Daibun army in the country, especially Wei Yuan, he cannot be allowed to return to Daibun."

Nurhega was stunned and frowned secretly.

He did not understand the meaning of the main altar's order. War was not a fight, the focus was always on the long term and the overall situation, not one or a few people.

Defeating the Feng Army and seizing the North was far more important than killing Wei Yuan.

Ilbu continued: "However, to be able to stop Wei Yuan in the Yan Country's territory is really a pleasant surprise. Your mission has been successfully completed, I will report to the main altar on your behalf."

Nurhega smiled: "Thank you, Grand Tutor."

Suddenly, Ilbu tilted his head and put on a listening posture.

The murmurs in his ears were illusory, layer upon layer, as if the voices of countless people were combined together, as if it came from another world.

Ilbu's face changed from indifferent to stern, and from stern to ashen. The change was so fast that Nurhega was at a loss.

"The Witchcraft God is summoning me … Wei Yuan?!"

Ilbu turned into a black light and rushed out of the hall, instantly disappearing into the night.

"Wei Yuan?"

Nurhega's brows were tightly furrowed, his face blank.

The ministers and generals in the hall looked at each other, unable to make heads or tails of the situation.

What did Wei Yuan do to make Grand Tutor Ilbu so angry?

Thousands of miles away from the Yan Capital, in the Kang Kingdom's capital, there was also a black light breaking through the sky, quickly heading towards the northeast.

…

At dawn, Nangong Qianrou led ten thousand heavy cavalry, finally arriving at the location designated by Wei Yuan.

This was a valley, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with gurgling streams.

Nangong Qianrou let the cavalry rest where they were. Along the way, he strictly followed the rules set by Wei Yuan, resting every ten miles, brushing the horses' mouths and noses, and feeding every thirty miles.

The bonfire was blazing, boiling vegetable soup in a pot.

The food was looted from the villages along the way, while the vegetables were brought by themselves. Speaking of this, Nangong Qianrou thought of that slut who had competed with him for favor.

Before the army set off, Xu Qi'an had suggested a plan to Wei Yuan. Dry the vegetables, roast them, squeeze out the water, and then seal them with sheep intestines.

Every soldier carried a kilogram of dehydrated vegetables. It was not heavy, but after soaking it in water, the amount was sufficient, and a handful of coarse salt was sprinkled on it. The taste was very touching.

Nangong Qianrou drank the vegetable soup, using his hands to grab the rice. As he ate, he thought about his foster father's purpose in letting him leave the army.

The direction Wei Yuan had given him was to the south, which was the opposite of the army's route.

Nangong Qianrou vaguely realized that his foster father had spent twenty years painstakingly designing and forging these ten thousand sets of armors for the heavy cavalry. Perhaps, he had another purpose.

Therefore, he had to leave the army. His foster father's idea was to try his best not to let the heavy cavalry suffer heavy losses.

But what was the point?

Just as Nangong Qianrou was thinking about this, he suddenly heard a voice coming from behind him, "You …"

He turned his head abruptly and saw an ordinary-looking warlock dressed in white standing behind him without him noticing.

This warlock in white had the typical soft facial features of a person from the Central Plains. He was neither angular nor had deep eyes, and his lips were slightly thick, giving off a simple impression.

Nangong Qianrou jumped up reflexively like an antelope, quickly distancing himself from the warlock. He took the opportunity to draw his saber and shouted, "Who are you?"

The heavy cavalry threw down their bowls, drew their sabers, and mounted their horses. Their movements were swift, showing their extremely high military qualities.

The warlock in white said unhurriedly, "You …"

Nangong Qianrou shouted again, "Who are you?"

This warlock in white had appeared soundlessly behind him. His cultivation was definitely above Yang Qianhuan's.

The warlock in white said, "I'm late …"

After a while, he finally finished his sentence, "… Yes."

'You're late?!' Nangong Qianrou finally understood the warlock's words. He said in surprise, "You were waiting for me? Did my foster father send you here? "

The warlock in white nodded.

Nangong Qianrou heaved a sigh of relief and quickly asked, "Who are you, Your Excellency? Foster father sent us to find you. What's his arrangement? "

The warlock in white looked at him calmly and said in a calm tone, "I'm a Supervisor …"

Nangong Qianrou's expression changed drastically.

'Supervisor?

He's a Supervisor?! ' 'No, how could he be a Supervisor? It's not like I haven't seen a Supervisor before … Wait, he might not be the Supervisor himself. He might be a doppelganger.' 'Yes, this explains why I didn't notice him when he appeared behind me …'

'Foster father sent us to see the Supervisor. What does he want?'

Nangong Qianrou took a deep breath and bowed to show his respect to the Supervisor. Then, he heard the warlock in white say, "The second disciple of the Supervisor!"

'The second disciple of the Supervisor?' Nangong Qianrou was stunned at first. Then, he suddenly reacted, "You're the second disciple of the Supervisor?!"

The warlock in white nodded calmly with a smile on his face.

Nangong Qianrou's face kept twitching.

He suppressed his anger and asked, "What's Foster father's arrangement?"

The warlock in white said in a deep voice, "I …"

Then, he fell into silence.

With the experience just now, Nangong Qianrou was not in a hurry. He waited patiently and recalled the identity of this warlock. The second disciple of the Supervisor was always away from home. Nangong Qianrou had only heard of him but had never seen him before.

He did not expect to meet this second disciple today. Hmm, it could only be said that this second disciple was indeed the disciple of the Supervisor.

Ten minutes later, the warlock in white finally said the second half of the sentence, "… I don't know!"

'I don't know …' Nangong Qianrou's expression was somewhat ferocious.

The warlock in white smiled at Nangong Qianrou unconsciously. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the existence of Nangong Qianrou and the 10,000 cavalrymen.

…

Dawn broke. The golden-red rays of the morning sun sprinkled on the surface of the sea, rippling layers of scattered golden light.

On the towering sentry post at the top of Mount Jing.

A sentry wearing a sheepskin coat and a winter hat yawned. He took off the water bag at his waist and took a sip of goat milk wine.

After autumn, the weather on Mount Jing took a sharp turn. The salty sea breeze blew on his face like a thin knife, scraping his skin bit by bit, making it dry and rough.

The sentry glanced at the high altar in the distance. He could vaguely see two blurry statues. They had stood there for more than a thousand years.

To mortals whose lifespan was less than sixty years, these two statues seemed to have existed for eternity and were unchanging.

"Hey, it's time to wake up. It's almost time to change shifts."

The sentry who was drinking the horse milk wine woke up his companion beside him.

His companion rubbed his eyes and woke up staring at the dark circles under his eyes. He yawned and said lazily,

"Fozell, I heard that the situation in the north is great. I really want to go to the battlefield to earn military merits. I can get promoted and plunder money. That way, I'll have money to marry a wife. "

Fozell took another sip of goat milk wine and shrugged.

"Idiot. If you can go to the battlefield, why spend money to marry a wife? Isn't it more enjoyable to just rob eight or ten barbarian women?"

His companion sneered. "Barbarian women are more ferocious than tigers and wolves. Is the meat between your legs enough for them? All you can do is flaunt your power on the ewes. "

"You bastard, what did the ewes do wrong? Why do you treat them like this?" Fozell scolded.

Suddenly, Fozell, who was looking at the sea, froze. He rubbed his eyes, as if suspecting that his eyes were playing tricks on him.

On the sparkling surface of the sea, a huge warship appeared at the end of the horizon. Then, two, three, five … a total of twenty warships, in a triangular formation, rode the wind and the waves and sailed rapidly.

The flags on the warships fluttered.

On the bow of the first warship, a figure in green stood with his hands behind his back. His sleeves fluttered as he looked calmly at Mount Jing.

"Woo woo …"

The horn sounded from the sentry post and spread throughout Jing Mountain, as well as Jing Mountain City, which was built on the mountain, a majestic city where high-ranked sorcerers gathered.