Crossover in the Anime World

The battlefield stretches from the forest to around the camp.

As the battle raged, flames shot into the sky, shouts of killing were heard everywhere, murderous intentions appeared under the moonlight, and lives were destroyed in the center of the flames.

And the only one who calmly pretended to be cool in this crisis-ridden environment was the Great Master Dulan, a man who was obsessed with everything.

As soon as the archer misses a hit, he knows that the Grand Master's strength far exceeds his own. The opponent is sitting in a defenseless place not because he does not understand, but because he is not afraid.

"The Great Imperial Master is so terrifying." The archer knew that he had no chance to perform meritorious service today, so he quietly retreated.

A fierce attack was launched on the carriages and obstacles around the camp. The rebels had already prepared, so they brought ladders and were now about to attack the camp.

"Fire arrows!" However, Zhang Han was indeed a famous general and had prepared a large number of crossbow arrows in the camp to resist the rebels.

Each used their strengths, and both sides used considerable means to attack and defend, fighting hard for their own goals.

War in the era of cold weapons is indeed a bloody battle, which tests people's courage and courage. At this time, the crossbowmen of the Qin Army conducted three-stage shooting in platoon units. The arrows were dense and continuous, causing great damage to the rebels.

As the attacking party, the rebels could only continue to charge and use their lives to pave the way against Qin.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Just as the two sides were fighting, three fireworks suddenly exploded in the sky.

Zhang Han smiled when he saw it: "It's reinforcements. I have contacted the Kuaiji County garrison before, and now they have finally arrived."

Fusu also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he kept a straight face and seemed calm, he was actually a little scared. He would be relieved if there were more reinforcements. These rebels would not have expected that one after another troops would come: " General Zhang is indeed prepared for a rainy day."

Zhang Han said this is what it should be.

Damn it, can't it be broken? Seeing that the rebel army was unable to attack for a long time, the leader of the rebel army finally became anxious. It was obviously just a simple camp that could be burned, but it blocked the progress of the rebel army. It seemed that although Fusu had a small army, they were all elite, and there were still many soldiers around him. There are generals in charge.

After paying so much price but not being able to succeed, the rebel leader's mentality collapsed: "Shoot the rockets again, shoot out all the rockets, set them on fire, and I'll see how they hide."

The fire in the camp suddenly became strong again, and the rebels left the fire to recede.

The surrounding forests were on fire. It was obvious that the rebels were preparing to burn all the Qin people to death, completely forgetting the "ancestral instruction" of "setting fire to the mountain and sitting under the prison."

Zhang Han also thought about attacking with fire, but he didn't expect that they would really dare to do it. You must know that fire attacks are the most immoral and can easily shorten your life, so most people will never do this.

"Damn it, are they crazy? If such a fire spreads, the surrounding villages will also suffer." Zhang Han said anxiously: "Tonight, the moon is bright, the stars are few, and the wind is light. Everyone put out the fire quickly, and we must prevent the fire from spreading. .”

But the water they brought was almost used before. Where can they have water to put out the fire now?

"Grand Imperial Master, please hurry up with Mr. Fusu before the fire blocks the passage." Zhang Han came over and said.

"Why run away? It just needs rain." Dulan said not to rush.

"But it's so clear tonight with not a single cloud. How could it rain?" Zhang Han said that no matter how powerful you are, Grand Master, don't make fun of him.

But Duran was very calm, as if he was not joking: "I said it can rain, it can rain." As he said this, Duran poured a glass of wine, then raised his hand and threw the glass into the air.

Zhang Han's gaze continued to rise along with the wine glass, and finally he found that the wine glass was beyond his field of vision and flew to an unimaginable height.

Could it be that the Grand Master still has the art of praying for rain?

You must know that people in ancient times were fed by God and only wanted good weather. If someone could control the weather, he would definitely be the object of worship of the common people, and he would definitely be greater than the emperor.

However, the wine glass flew away and did not fall, but the sky was still so clear. Such behavior had no other purpose than irritating Newton to death.

There was no rain. Zhang Han closed his chin and looked down at the Grand Master: "Grand Master, we'd better retreat."

But at this moment, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

Click!

Tear open the night curtain and illuminate the whole night.

Everyone was taken aback, not knowing what the thunder that appeared out of thin air meant.

It was rain, and the crackling downpour instantly enveloped the entire fire scene. All the soldiers looked happy. It was a miracle. There were no clouds at all but it was raining heavily.

"The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is sunshine but there is no sunshine." When the heavy rain fell, Dulan and Shao Siming had already returned to the only camp that was still intact, leaving behind such an unforgettable poem, completing a Pretending to be cool hides merit and fame.

Shao Siming looked at Dulan with curious eyes. She didn't know how Dulan prayed for rain. He seemed very relaxed. The Grand Master was really powerful. If he had the people in his heart, he would definitely become a saint like the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

Confucius has not yet become a saint these days. Only the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors are saints. Confucius' road to sainthood was long, almost spanning Chinese history, from the Western Han Dynasty to the Republic of China.

In AD 00, when Jesus was born, Confucius also officially embarked on the road to sanctification. In the first year of the Yuan Dynasty of the Western Han Dynasty, Emperor Ping of the Han Dynasty named Confucius the "Praise to the Duke Xuanni"; then in the Northern Wei Dynasty, Emperor Xiaowen named Confucius the "Gong Wensheng Ni"; in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Emperor Ping named Confucius the "Gong Zou"; in the Sui Dynasty, Emperor Sui Yang Called Confucius the 'Father of Master and Ni'; in the Tang Dynasty, Confucius was successively named 'Tai Shi', 'Long Daogong' and 'King Wenxuan'; in Xixia, Confucius was the 'Emperor Wenxuan'; in the Yuan Dynasty, Confucius became the 'Greatest Saint' King Wenxuan'; in the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Jiajing respected Confucius as the 'most holy teacher'; Emperor Shunzhi of the Qing Dynasty respected Confucius as the 'most holy teacher of Wenxuan'; in the Republic of China, Confucius was already the 'most holy teacher of great achievements'.

Of course, when we arrived in New China, Confucius was overthrown. This is a story for another day.

It can be seen that the ancient emperors still "confessed" Confucius at first, and the emperor was higher than Confucius. But later the emperor called Confucius "king". This was no ordinary king, but a king like the kings of Shang and Zhou, and on the same level as the emperor. In the end, the emperor will respect Confucius. Confucius surpasses the emperor and becomes a saint.

Confucius' title also ranged from duke and king to transcendent and holy.

But it is still more than 200 years ago, and Confucius has only died for more than 200 years, which is far less exaggerated than later generations. In this era, the saints in people's hearts were still the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. Even what Confucius worshiped was not some empty god, but the collapsed Zhou rites.

Of course, the Zhou Dynasty was a system of slavery, and the Zhou rites in Confucius’ mind were not the Zhou rites that had really collapsed.

In short, Shao Siming thought that Du Lan could become a saint, which was a very high evaluation without any water in it. Of course, the premise is that Du Lan wants to plead for the people and become a character who can lead the people towards a happy life. At present, it seems that Duran is still about as far away from the saint as he is about a hundred or even ten thousand times from the Western Heaven.