Great Blue Night Watchman

Zhang Haoran, Huo Qi, Qiu Mochi, and Li Yangxin stared at Lin Su at the same time, as if they didn't recognize him.

"C! Are you too fierce?" Huo Qi let out a long sigh.

"An original Qing Ci poem in the Wen Lu realm is really comparable to a sword that can move mountains..." Zhang Haoran said: "It seems that what I lack is not a literary level, what I lack is just an original Qing Ci poem." word!"

"Sir, you...your art of war, this art of war is so amazing. Of the three thousand soldiers in our army, none of them were killed and only a dozen were injured. This...this is simply unbelievable." Du Yuting shouted, his voice so excited that he could not believe it. Changed tune.

"This is the secret of the three tactics just now. I'll give it to you. You can understand it carefully and understand it as much as you can." Lin Su waved his hand and three pieces of gold paper flew towards Du Yuting.

It was exactly the three tactics he had just used, to hide from the sky and cross the sea, to surround the secrets to save the lonely, and to cross Chen Cang secretly.

Du Yuting's hands trembled: "Sir, you..."

"This was originally given to Brother Li. Brother Li is not here. In Dragon City, you are the only one suitable to be his heir. The art of war requires a foundation in literature. You have congenital defects and cannot understand much, but you can understand a little. Every gain you gain will increase your chances of winning on the battlefield."

"Thank you, sir!" Du Yuting suddenly knelt down.

"Thank you, sir!" The three thousand soldiers behind him also knelt down at the same time.

To this lord, the three thousand soldiers are truly convinced by this point.

Yesterday, Lin Su and his partner revealed their identities as Li Xiaotian's brothers, which gave the remnant the greatest sense of intimacy.

Later, they were moved to tears by fighting for pensions for 30,000 deceased souls.

But it's just kindness, just gratitude.

But today, Lin Su's three-strategy strategy allowed him to capture Qiyang Pass with almost no casualties, but it gave these soldiers the biggest shock.

Soldiers admire the art of war.

Just like literati advocating holy articles.

Lin Su's art of war was like that of a celestial being, and in the eyes of the border officers, he was like a god of war.

But now, he generously passed on this law of heaven and man to his general.

The general's art of war was excellent and his soldiers suffered less casualties. Therefore, this art of war was passed down to Du Yuting and benefited the entire army.

"Qiyang Pass has come down. Let's take a rest for the night, eat enough, and get enough sleep. Tomorrow, we will attack the Valley of Fire!"

All the soldiers raised their heads at the same time.

Under the starlight, everyone's eyes are as bright as stars.

At the Commander-in-Chief's Mansion in Qiyangguan, the five brothers were present.

Beside a jar of white clouds, five plates of side dishes, five pairs of passionate eyes...

"Brother Lin, do you really want to use an army of three thousand to follow the path that Brother Li has walked and create the most shocking battle in history?" The wine glass in Zhang Haoran's hand rotated gently.

"Do you believe me?"

Huo Qidao: "If you had asked me this before yesterday, I would definitely not believe it, but today, I kind of believe it."

Li Yangxin nodded lightly: "Three thousand troops marched down to Qiyang, with almost zero battle losses. They swept through four northern towns and went straight to Helan City. It must not be an absolutely unbelievable thing."

Qiu Mochi said: "Brother Lin, I must remind you that when we captured Qiyang Pass, we just caught the enemy by surprise. The next pass will not be so smooth. Once the enemy knows that Brother Lin has such a military strategy, they will take more precautions. They will We will definitely form a battle formation as soon as possible. If the battle formation is formed, it will not be so easy for us to break through."

Exactly, Bi Xuanji, who was hiding in the dark, thought so too.

Today's battle is indeed legendary, but it is also based on one foundation, and that is speed!

The Da Cang Army arrived at the city, but the enemy didn't respond. When they entered the city, they didn't respond, and they were officially killed. The enemy's battle formation has not yet been formed. When the army fights, one side has a battle formation, and the other side has not yet formed a battle formation. It's like tanks versus infantry. How can there be any in the next city? Such a good thing?

The greater role of the art of war is cunning. Once the enemy is on guard, he will stay awake for days and nights at best, giving you no chance to speculate. Then it will be time to fight with real combat power.

In a real confrontation of combat power, the role of the art of war is not that great.

Three thousand people, only ten battle formations, the future is still bleak.

Lin Su smiled: "You only think about whether the enemy will form a fighting formation. Don't you think about whether the person behind us will do something wrong?"

The expressions of the four brothers suddenly changed.

The one behind you!

Zhou Ze!

And He Shun, who has been staying in Longcheng!

They were supposed to be the biggest backing behind this army, but from the moment Zhou Ze agreed to Du Yuting's departure from Dragon City, everyone knew clearly that Zhou Ze, He Shun, and even the Minister of War in the capital were , someone behind the Minister of War decided to let them be buried in the north of the Great Wall.

What will they do?

It’s chilling to think about.

In Helan City, the late-night wind passed over the top of the mountain, blowing the big flag in front of the commander's mansion. The black flag roared fiercely, and a mysterious smile appeared on the face of the commander-in-chief, King Lu Bin.

"Shuai Lu, are you happy?" The person opposite him held up a wine glass.

This man is wearing a very ostentatious dress, with a plum blossom on the snow-white dress. He is also handsome and handsome, like a king among flowers. He is clearly Wu Xinyue, the saintly son of the Holy Family of Painting Saints.

"The Holy Son made a special trip to the borderland to inform me of the news. I am sure you can guess where the happy news will come from." King Lu Bin answered him with a smile.

Wu Xinyue's eyes suddenly brightened: "Could it be that he really left Dragon City?"

"Exactly, news came from over there. Du Yuting's troops came out of Dragon City at sunset, and Lin Su was among them."

"How many troops and horses?"

"Three thousand!"

"Three thousand soldiers and horses came out of Dragon City. Haha, it is said that Lin's actions are impeccable. What is this? Isn't it obvious that there is a big leak? What is his goal?"

"You literary people have always had some obsessions. If the prediction is correct, he should have marched out of Qiyang Pass, using the battlefield as an altar and blood as a sacrifice to the unjust dead ghosts of this magnificent pass under our feet."

Ha ha ha ha……

Wu Xinyue looked up to the sky and laughed: "He sacrificed the unjust dead ghost at his feet, but he didn't know who was going to sacrifice him. Have you notified Qiyang Pass? According to my opinion, it is better to kill him directly at Qiyang Pass without having long nights and dreams. Save trouble."

"I will inform you immediately..."

His handsome seal was activated and connected to Lu Ye. As soon as the handsome seal was activated, it immediately went out. King Lu Bin's expression suddenly changed...

With a shout, the tent was raised, and a general rushed in furiously: "Report! Qiyang Pass fell, Lu Ye and his 8,000 men, the entire army was wiped out..."

What? King Lu Bin stood up suddenly. As he stood up, his eyes were filled with fierceness. At this moment, he was like a man-eating demonic wolf...

…

The next day, Fiery City!

The top of the city was obviously on guard. Countless military formations had been erected before the arrival of the Great Cang Army. The murderous aura of the battlefield was as strong as real substance and penetrated through the top of the city towards the bottom of the city. Deng Juyang, the leader of Liehuo City, was holding a seventh-level military flag. Standing in the center, the ninth-level military flag gathers the strength of 300 people, the eighth-level military flag gathers the strength of 3,000 people, and the seventh-level military flag gathers the strength of the entire 30,000-strong army of Agni Fire City.

The entire force of the 30,000-strong army was gathered on one flag. His flag was as heavy as a giant. If he struck it down, it would be a shock. Even if there were 3,000-strong troops below, they would be wiped out by his single blow.

Deng Juyang's eyes were firmly fixed on the rapidly approaching army and the figure at the front of the army.

it's him! Lin Su!

Close, getting closer...

The hoofbeats of three thousand cavalry broke through the ground and shook the entire Fiery Valley. Although there were only three thousand people, after yesterday's battle of blood and fire, this cavalry was so murderous and unparalleled...

Seeing that this army was about to reach the city gate with incomparable vigor.

The flagpole in Deng Juyang's hand was already sweating. If it were raised three feet higher, it would be the best attack. This shocking blow would completely cut off all the vitality of this army.

Deng Juyang has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he can't make any mistakes in controlling the fighter planes.

"attack!"

As soon as the flag was unfurled, the military flag that gathered 30,000 troops turned into a giant mountain and was pressed down head-on.

At the same time, a light flashed in Lin Su's eyes: "The voice of the Thirty-Six Stratagems strikes east and west!"

The holy light rose, and the three thousand army suddenly disappeared on the spot.

Appearing at Ximen the next moment...

The strength of the Ximen garrison was taken away by the general Yiqi. At the moment when the old strength was gone and the new strength was not born...

Du Yuting pointed the big flag at the west gate.

boom!

The west gate was breached directly, and three thousand troops marched straight into the Fire City.

Deng Juyang stared at a huge pit below the valley with his eyes wide open. Are you done? Why are there no remains in the pit?

What happened?

Just when the surprise was still lingering, a shout came from the west: "The enemy has broken the city..."

I C!

Deng Juyang suddenly turned around and saw a large army coming from the west...

"Rearrange the battle formation..." He shouted loudly...

Lin Su, who was a hundred feet away, shouted: "Thirty-Six Strategies to Capture the Thief and Capture the King!"

As the holy light rose, a magical power came from a hundred feet away. Deng Juyang soared into the sky and fell in front of Lin Su with a thud.

"Little Lin Su..."

Chi! A silver moon passed by in Lin Su's palm, and Deng Juyang's head flew high. It was unknown whether the head in the air was conscious. If he was conscious, he would be horrified, because the silver moon that cut off his head suddenly turned into hundreds. Only, it accurately penetrated into the eyebrows of the flag-bearers of the major military formations...

While the major flag-bearers were adjusting their military formations, they were invaded by Silver Moon and were wiped out at the same time.

Without the flag-bearer, the military formation cannot take shape, and no matter how many people there are, they are just cannon fodder.

More than half of the 30,000-strong army was lost in the blink of an eye.

An hour later, Liehuo City was filled with blood.

The Great Blue War Flag was raised high, and the three thousand soldiers under it were covered in blood, but their faces were all smiles...

In Helan City, the Commander-in-Chief's Mansion, among the five military flags in front of him, another one fell down. King Lu Bin, the commander-in-chief of the three armies, slapped the case and stood up: "Damn it!"

Several lieutenants also jumped up at the same time: "This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible! There are 30,000 troops in the Fire City, and the military situation is known in advance and the troops are ready. How can it be possible for the city to be destroyed and the people to be destroyed?"

King Lu Bin raised his eyes, blood red and confused.

Not only did the deputy general not believe it, he himself didn't believe it either. If Qiyang Pass was attacked by Lin Su, Liehuo City should not have been attacked because he had already spread the news to Liehuo City last night. Deng Juyang patted his chest. He made a promise that if Lin's son dares to come, he will be torn into pieces within half a day.

It has indeed not been half a day now, and the battle has indeed come to an end. However, the city of Fiery Fire has been destroyed and people are dead.

What part went wrong?

Even though Lin's son was from the literary world, he was still vulnerable to a seventh-level military formation. How could he possibly fight back?

A figure appeared silently behind him, like a bright spring light in the iron-blooded battlefield, it was Wu Xinyue...

Wu Xinyue said calmly: "It seems that Lin really has some trump cards. Let me take a look and find out what his trump cards are."

As soon as the voice fell, a snow mountain suddenly appeared outside the window. Wu Xinyue stepped onto the top of the snow mountain, and the moonlight shook and disappeared.

In the burning city, corpses litter the fields.

Although the battlefield belongs to someone else, what needs to be cleaned must be cleaned.

Three thousand Da Cang troops dragged the corpses one by one and threw them outside the city. Although their hands were sore from exhaustion, they still ran with wind.

Is it hard to clean the battlefield?

Not an ordinary hard work!

Are you tired?

Not ordinary tired!

But complain?

What a waste of complaining. The enemy had an army of 30,000 people, but we 3,000 people did the same thing. And in the end, instead of 30,000 people digging a big hole and burying 3,000 people, it was the other way around. 3,000 people threw 30,000 people into it. Under the city.

Just bury them. It's quite difficult to dig a big pit that can bury 30,000 people.

Anyway, there are a lot of wild beasts around here, so let’s give them a meal.

The soldiers ran, laughed and almost sang.

On the platform of the Commander-in-Chief's Mansion, Zhang Haoran said: "Yesterday morning we were still in Dragon City, yesterday evening we spent the night at Qiyang Pass, and today at noon we stood at the head of Agni Fire City. Where will we be tomorrow night? Cross over Does the Dadu River go directly to Doufang Mountain?"

Du Yuting's heart jumped suddenly: "Sir, the Dadu River is not an ordinary river. When we crossed this river that day, we lost a total of fifteen thousand brothers. The enemy troops in Doufang Mountain City will take advantage of us to cross the river. It is extremely dangerous to launch an attack."

"That day is that day, and today is today! With our God of War champion here, the battle situation seems to be impossible to measure with common sense, don't you think? Brother Lin?" Huo Qi said with a smile.

With a smile on his lips, Lin Su raised his eyes. Suddenly, his eyes shot to the horizon.

A snow-capped mountain flew from the horizon out of thin air...

Countless soldiers cleaning the battlefield stopped what they were doing and looked at the horizon...

Zhang Haoran raised his eyes and his heart skipped a beat...

The sky is clear, white clouds are floating, and a snow-capped mountain is flying in the clouds. Isn’t it shocking enough? What's even more shocking is that above the snow-capped mountains, there is clearly a night sky, and in the night sky, there is a bright moon.

Under the bright moon, there is a human figure, like an immortal.

who is it?

Who has such magical powers?

Getting closer and closer, the oppressive feeling of the snow-capped mountains enveloped the Fire City.

The snow-capped mountains perfectly connected with the city. The young man in snow-clad clothes stepped in front of Lin Su. When he reached Lin Su, the snow-capped mountains behind him suddenly shrank, becoming a magical picture in the back of his head. On Lin Su's side, Clear skies.

Where he was, there was a cold night in the snow-capped mountains, and the bright moon was flawless.

"Grandmaster Lin, Qinglian said goodbye. It's been nearly half a year, and Grandmaster Lin's style is still the same." Wu Xinyue lightly dusted his clothes, and the plum blossom on his clothes bloomed silently.

Qinglian talks about Tao?

With this snow suit and plum blossoms, Zhang Haoran and the other four people immediately knew his identity, Wu Xinyue, the holy son of the Holy Family.