Great Blue Night Watchman

"Peerless Killing Formation!" Duan Zongzhu's face changed drastically!

"Master Li is dead. The one who issued the order just now was not Master Li, but Lin Su!"

"Lin Su, I'm the eighteenth generation of your ancestors..."

"Ah!" Miserable shouts came from the air, but a group of cultivators wanted to escape. Unfortunately, the killing array was already in place!

They became the first victims...

Six hundred thousand troops gathered in a radius of fifty miles. Now that they have been enveloped by the killing array, their fate is already determined...

Let’s talk about the south bank of Jinjiang River...

Li Xiaotian raised the big flag in his hand: "The formation on the north bank is complete, cross the Jinjiang River!"

The Feilong Legion, Green Dragon and White Tiger Legion, which were already ready to go, roared in unison: "Cross the Jinjiang River and take back the old land!"

At this moment, above the Pingyao City Restaurant, the two young masters looked at the circle of golden light in Jiangbei from afar, with strange expressions on their faces.

Wu Yu murmured: "The peerless killing array! He still set it up!"

The purple-clothed young man smiled slightly: "Lin Su, even if we fight from a distance tonight, you can gather an army of 600,000 with a single force. It is indeed heroic. But look at my "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", your flying dragon army will be able to do it again. how!"

With a swish sound, an ancient scroll flew out, covering thousands of miles of mountains and rivers on the south bank of Jinjiang River!

The Flying Dragon Legion and the Green Dragon and White Tiger Legion who had arrived at the riverside were shocked at the same time...

In front of them was not the rolling water of the Jinjiang River, but an extremely tall snow-capped mountain!

There are avalanches on the snowy mountains!

The rumbling snow surged like a spring tide, covering the sky and the earth. The front group of men and horses were swept into the white snow, and rolled over, turning the soldiers into bones...

Li Qingquan was shocked: "The magical power of the painting world! Retreat!"

With a swish sound, the Azure Dragon Legion, which was only one step away from the rushing avalanche, retreated, but there were still more than ten people who were covered in snow and turned into bones when they fell to the ground.

With a bang, the top of the mountain was like spring thunder, and the snow on the entire mountain turned into heavy snow in the sky at the same time. There was nothing but white snow in the world...

At this moment, Li Xiaotian shouted: "Reject the formation, start!"

With a chirping sound, a golden thread crossed a hundred miles away, and a golden net appeared out of thin air. Heavy snow floated on the golden net, disappearing into nothingness...

The purple-clothed young man stared at the golden line in the scroll and his expression changed: "There is also a set of rejection formations that can be used in the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains?"

Before he finished speaking, the ancient scroll in his hand suddenly trembled violently. Golden light seemed to shine through the painting, and the painting seemed to be shattered.

"No! Let's go!"

The painting of the young man in purple rolled up suddenly and flew into the sky.

On the side of Jinjiang River, the moon is white and the wind is clear.

The terrifying scene just now was like a dream, but when Li Qingquan and Li Xiaotian looked at each other, they were still shocked...

Hundreds of bones fell on the ground!

This is the heavy damage caused by the painting just now!

If they hadn't refused, the entire flying dragon army, including themselves, would have turned into bones!

Cross the river!

Thousands of miles of traveling through clouds emerged from the water, and a hundred thousand troops crossed the river...

By the time they all crossed the river, the peerless killing array had come to an end...

Of the army of 600,000 people of all kinds, only 600,000 sets of bloody clothes were left. No matter whether they were top masters in spiritual practice, geniuses in literature, soldiers, or commanders, they were all gone.

Lin Su and An Ye fell from the sky and were greeted by cheers from everyone. After the cheers, a piece of news made Lin Su's smile disappear from his face...

"Hua Dao magical power? The power reaches such a level?" Lin Su frowned deeply.

"This painting is definitely not a painting from the literary world! It can only be a painting from a quasi-sage!" Li Xiaotian said: "If Brother Lin hadn't passed down the 'Rejection Formation' three days ago, the Flying Dragon Legion would have encountered an unprecedented disaster today!"

Li Qingquan said: "Brother, you passed down the rejection array three days ago. Could it be that you already calculated that someone would steal the camp while you were leaving it?"

Lin Su shook his head slowly: "It's not a last resort, it's just a nip in the bud!"

"The matter is over!" Bi Xuanji said: "Although our army suffered battle losses, fortunately they were not many. The overall situation of the Northern Expedition has been decided, which is a joy. Everyone should be happy and don't be so heavy."

Lin Su sighed: "When the mountains and rivers of the North are at war, where can the people ask the fishermen and woodcutter? Don't ask about the feudal princes. In one battle, thousands of bones will be withered... Your Highness the King of Jin!"

Li Qingquan stepped forward: "Brother, what are your orders?"

"On the day the Northern Expedition is completed, you build a monument in Yanjing and record the names of the soldiers who died in the Northern Expedition one by one, so that their heroes will remain in the north forever!"

"Yes!" Li Qingquan said.

Du Yuting said: "With this action of your lord, the martyrs under the Nine Springs will surely rest in peace. We, the warriors on the expedition to foreign lands, would like to thank you, lord, on behalf of our former comrades!"

"Thank you, sir!" All the lieutenants bowed in unison.

As soldiers, dying in battle seems to be their fate.

What can they leave behind?

Maybe there is only one famous name!

Having a hero's name engraved on a monument will last forever and be admired by thousands of people. This is what soldiers look forward to the most. However, have soldiers ever received this kind of treatment before? The status of soldiers is already low. If you die, you can only get a few taels of pension to your family. How do you expect this?

And Lin Su directly raised the status of a martyr to a sacred realm, how could they not be moved?

In this northern expedition, no matter how many storms there are ahead, no matter how long they can survive, they will fight!

"Tomorrow, we will go to Yanjing!" Lin Su glanced at the faces of the generals: "Today, have a good rest!"

…

It was late at night, Lin Su was lying in the military camp, sitting on the edge of the bed in the dark night, her eyes were quite strange: "As soon as my husband entered the battlefield, the whole army was convinced. I think it is not only my husband's military skills that are peerless, but more importantly, You care about the soldiers like a family member."

This is probably the consensus of all those who followed Lin Su into the battlefield.

Lin Su's care for the soldiers is truly from the heart and is reflected in every branch and leaf...

In the face of danger, he will not use soldiers as cannon fodder. He would rather test it himself. For example, the Battle of Yanmen Pass a few days ago, and the "Commander's Alone Night Attack" that just happened, all reflected this.

The soldier died, and he did not hesitate to stand at the forefront and fight for the soldier's pension despite the biggest taboo in the world.

In this northern expedition, the enemy has annihilated millions of people, but the Flying Dragon Legion has only suffered a few thousand battle losses. Even with such a bizarre battle loss ratio, he is still sad. He still wants to build a monument to commemorate the souls of these undead who died in the battle. Stay in the North.

Throughout the world, throughout thousands of years of war history, there have been some invincible and invincible commanders.

But it can be said that there is no other commander who cares about his soldiers like him.

People's hearts can be warmed.

Soldiers like him and respect him, not without reason.

Lin Sudao: "Maybe the blood of generals bleeds in my bones. Ten generations of generals in the Lin family have suffered from civilian suppression everywhere. I can feel the pain of the soldiers better than anyone else."

When he said these words, Lin Su raised his eyes and looked at the sky.

The sky is as bright as the moon, and it is vast and boundless.

He seemed to be looking at this world and his father Dingnanhou in the physical form.

He seemed to see outside this world, the world he had stayed in. In that world, there was a monument to the People's Heroes. The monument was just granite, but the heroic spirit passed down on it inspired generations of people to sacrifice their lives. Life forgets death.

If a place wants to have long-term peace and stability, the Wei and Jin Dynasty of wearing light robes and long sleeves, reciting poems and composing poems will not last long. A consensus must be built up, and a spirit must be there.

The northern border, the land of the old Jin Dynasty, is full of green grass, and it is also a ravaged land. It needs a spiritual totem to allow this flying dragon army to stick to the Lingding Ocean, so that the panic beach can no longer be fearful!

A voice from the dark night came to my ears: "Ms. sir, what do you think of the literary master who took action in Jiangnan today?"

"Nine times out of ten, it's the Holy Family!"

In fact, this answer is almost the standard answer...

At least, Li Qingquan, Li Xiaotian, and Bi Xuanji all think this is the standard answer...

Several entanglements in the four northern towns, and several battles in the Northern Expedition, the Painting Saint Family has been among them...

A painting appeared today. It was suspected to be a painting of a quasi-sage. It almost destroyed the Flying Dragon Legion and the Blue Dragon and White Tiger Legion. Who could it be if it wasn't the painting of the Holy Family?

However, no one extended on this topic.

No one even mentioned it in front of Lin Su.

Just because they didn't want to irritate Lin Su, they were worried that Lin Su would target the Painting Saint's family, thus making the hostile relationship between the two parties irreconcilable.

The Holy Family is no small matter.

Not to mention that its own strength is comparable to that of a country.

They are also relatives of the temple.

Their ancestor painting saint is directly at the highest level of the temple.

Lin Su's current methods can generally be used in the secular world, but there are a few taboos that must not be touched, one of which is not to kill the Holy Family.

The partners knew this and did not want to irritate Lin Su.

An Ye also knows this, and she doesn't want to irritate Lin Su, but she does know that Lin Su can see things that everyone can see clearly. It doesn't matter whether you irritate or not. If he wants to attack the Holy Family, He will still take action.

She wanted to know what her husband was really thinking.

So I asked, "What should you do?"

Lin Sudao: "The Holy Family of the Painting Saint is different from the Valley of the Beasts. I cannot directly destroy it with the Peerless Killing Formation. However, since they have repeatedly provoked me, I have to respond!"

After hearing the first half of the sentence, An Ye's heart relaxed a little.

But after hearing the second half of the sentence, her hand suddenly turned up and grabbed Lin Su's hand.

"What? Are you worried that I will bring things to a point where I can't end it?" Lin Su held her back.

An Ye breathed out softly: "My husband has always been flawless in everything he does. You know better than anyone what you can and cannot do... But as long as you have this desire for revenge in your heart, the situation will escalate step by step. In the end, it’s possible that no one can get over it.”

"You understand this, and so do I, but the Hua Sheng Holy Family doesn't understand it. So, after what happens here, I have to remind them... Come!" She gently pulled An Ye to sleep on the bed.

An Ye shook his head: "No!"

"We have to fight tomorrow, why don't you take a rest?"

"I'm in your bed and you still want to rest?..." An Ye glanced at him with a blushing face: "Please, sir, look around. This is a military camp. You can't become famous by playing every day, so don't worry about those who are against you." How can the generals you admire so much follow your example?"

…

Yanjing!

Now it’s called Xuntai!

What is Xun? Wanton and wild!

This is the praise given by Emperor Li Chi of Dayu to King Zhou Kuohai of Jin. What is the praise for? He has a straightforward temperament and dares to think and act, just like the vast ocean, which can flow thousands of miles.

The word "jumping a thousand miles" is very positive when used in terms of temperament.

Used in the attitude towards life, it is comfortable.

However, Zhou Kuohai felt at this moment that this word had another less positive meaning: a military breakthrough!

He was terrified, yes, ever since he heard the bad news that all the 600,000 troops on the north bank were killed in the Peerless Killing Formation, he, a super fierce man who used to dare even the Queen of Jin to press on the dragon throne, was terrified!

The day before, the Minister of War came personally, and the army gathered on the north bank. Every day, countless masters came to surrender. Every day, it was growing. But today, like a strong wind sweeping by, the flowers withered and the leaves flew away, leaving behind a lonely platform. , feeling the coming boundless wind and rain...

"Elder, the only plan we have now is the Holy Family. I sincerely ask the elders to take action to reverse the situation!" Zhou Kuohai clasped his hands in his fists and bowed deeply.

In front of him is an old man with a long beard. This old man is as gentle as the wise man in the painting.

When he came to the palace a few days ago, he always had a gentle smile on his face. However, after this earth-shattering news came, the smile on his face disappeared and he stared at the sky for a long time, like a sculpture. …

The elder slowly lowered his head and looked at Zhou Kuohai in front of him quietly: "Your Majesty, the situation has changed somewhat."

Zhou Kuohai's heart skipped a beat: "The elder is referring to..."

The elder said: "The Holy Family originally thought that this war was just a simple invasion by the Great Cang, which was unjust. The Holy Family takes the inheritance of the Holy Way as its own responsibility, and it is also its duty to support orthodoxy. However, from the current situation, It seems that is not the case. This is clearly a battle for the restoration of the country by the prince of the old Jin Dynasty! This three thousand miles of land was originally taken from the Jin Dynasty, but now the old Jin Dynasty wants to claim it back. It is difficult to decide who is the orthodox one. Therefore, the head of the family has given an order. The Holy Family comes ashore to watch!”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a stream of light, no, dozens of streams!

Everyone in the city who painted the Holy Family must withdraw at the same time!

Zhou Kuohai sat down on the chair, feeling cold to the bone...

The Holy Family’s rhetoric makes perfect sense!

The Holy Family is not a dynasty, and it is a rule that the Holy Family does not interfere in the royal family's struggle for hegemony!

However, the Holy Family takes the inheritance of the Holy Way as its responsibility, upholds justice, and supports orthodoxy. What is orthodoxy? The hometown of Sanqianli in the old Jin Dynasty has been included in Dayu for fifteen years, while Da Cang has not been actually occupied for a day. Comparing the two, Dayu obviously has a more orthodox status.

Therefore, when Da Cang invades this land, it makes sense for the Holy Family to intervene, as a matter of justice.

However, the situation has changed now. Da Cang is not invading, but the prince of the old Jin Dynasty is returning to the country!

In this land, you, Da Yu, occupy an orthodox position compared to Da Cang.

However, you, Dayu, snatched this land from the old Jin Dynasty. Compared with the original owner, you have lost your orthodox status.

Therefore, the Holy Family made strategic adjustments and stopped intervening!

The truth is round, and whatever is round is reasonable.

The holy way is also round, and all the heroes in the world "select the one that is beneficial and follow it"!

Did you just find out today that the leader of the Holy Family is the prince of the old Jin Dynasty?

You clearly sensed the crisis and retreated bravely!

If you quit, what should I do?

The Wasteland Legion is gone...

The Beiyuan Legion is gone...

The Minister of War is gone...

The Holy Family of Paintings has withdrawn...

In the homeland of the old Jin Dynasty, all the top leaders of more than two hundred sects were gone...

Where is my life-saving straw?

There is only one great hero, Li Chi!

His message has been sent to Li Chi, but there has been no reply...

The sadness in Zhou Kuohai's heart surged in the night sky. Your Majesty, have you given up on me too?

In fact, he thought wrong!

Li Chi really didn't want to give up on him!

He sat in the deepest part of the study, his face twisted under the night pearl, and even a little twitching...

"Your Majesty! When Lin Su enters the northern border, his power... his power is really unstoppable! The old minister thinks... it would be better to abandon the old Jin Dynasty temporarily and take a long-term plan." Prime Minister Wang Qunshui knelt in front of his desk, trembling...

With a cry, Li Chi stood up, and a pile of memorials clattered down on the imperial desk.

Prime Minister Wang Qunshui and first-grade doctor Du Ruxin were depressed at the same time, and their faces turned pale.

Li Chi took a deep breath: "It took me ten years to conquer the four kingdoms of Lu, Chu, Han and Jin. The pace of the Southern Expedition has already begun. The great cause of the great future is only just around the corner. Lin Su, a little person, still wants to force me to take a big step back?"

In the study room, his roar was surging, and the two first-rank officials below were all eclipsed. How could a great king refuse to give up?

Any order he issues will be earth-shattering!

…

No matter how long the night is, it will eventually pass.

Under the early morning sunshine, the Flying Dragon Legion ushered in the final chapter of their northern expedition.

Yes, in their feeling, today is the final chapter of the Northern Expedition.

The real decisive battle was actually yesterday.

With the annihilation of the 600,000-strong army on the north coast, the war has come to an end.

Although there is still Yanjing (called Xuntai in Da Yu), how can a mere former imperial city and tens of thousands of defenders stop the flying dragon army that sweeps away a million troops like a hurricane?

The army started, and Yanjing was thirty miles away.

The sun has reached its peak, and the ancient Yanjing City is bathed in the sunshine. The Zhongshan Mountain on its left is like a giant bell, about to play the eternal sound.

On the top of Yanjing City, the city guard general stared at the flying dragon army coming step by step, and looked at the three people directly in front of the flying dragon army, his eyelids trembling desperately.

He knew who these three people were.

In the middle is the King of Jin who was granted the title of Da Cang. He was the seventh prince of the Jin Dynasty in the past. The latter identity is even more troublesome than the previous one because this identity represents the righteousness of sending troops. Because of this righteousness, Xun The station's most powerful backing: the Painting Saint Holy Family withdrew last night - from his perspective, he can probably only interpret so much.

The person on the right in handsome uniform is Dragon City Flying General Li Xiaotian, who is also the most famous border war god in the entire Osumi Army. Anyone who encounters him will find it difficult, and no general dares to look down upon him when he is mentioned.

Of these two people, one has great righteousness in status, and the other has great power in the art of war.

They are all characters that Ohsumi should not ignore even a little bit.

However, today's protagonists are not them yet.

The real protagonist is the white robe on the left.

The "white robe" in "Wine in a pot of blue blood and yellow sand, from now on thousands of armies avoid white robes"!

Lin Su!

Lin Su, the uncrowned God of War, is world-famous for his literary skills, replaced the Da Cang Emperor with his intellectual skills, but shocked the North with his military skills!

In the past, Lin Su conquered the four towns with 3,000 remnant troops, causing a great uproar in Dayu, leaving behind the battlefield legend of "thousands of troops avoid white robes" (by the way, Huo Qi's "White Robe Poem" was "white robe poem" in Dayu "Forbidden Poetry" - as long as it circulates, it will be punished as "disrupting the morale of the army." It is an anecdote through the ages that poetry has been mixed up to this extent.)

But this time, he led an army of 100,000 flying dragons to fight for three thousand miles. In just seven days, he annihilated the Wasteland Wolf Regiment, destroyed the Beiyuan Legion, broke the Yanmen, and killed the Beast Valley. Block and kill the Buddha.

Everyone originally thought that the defense line on the north bank of the Jinjiang River would drag this battlefield killer into a protracted war. However, just yesterday, in just one hour, all the capable warriors gathered in the old Jin hometown and almost defeated them in one fell swoop.

When the bad news reached Xuntai, the city guard general collapsed.

As the defender of the royal capital, as a general who has fought hundreds of battles, even though his nerves are as strong as a thousand-year-old bamboo, he cannot withstand such a test...

His subordinates all looked like heroes, guarding the city with high spirits. However, if you take a closer look, you can see that their legs have been shaking. What's more, some soldiers have drips on their trouser legs. The water is dripping...

The army is approaching step by step.

Li Qingquan raised his eyes and looked at Yanjing, with just one glance, his thoughts were endless.

"Brother!" came a voice from behind: "You have complicated feelings, don't you?"

Li Qingquan took a long breath and chanted softly: "The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed..."

Lin Su was filled with emotion when listening to this familiar verse.

Comrade Li, the poet emperor of another world, have you ever thought that your eternal term would have another interpretation in this world?

Li Xiaotian waved his hand gently: "The Thirty-Six Strategies of the Art of War, "Build the plank road in the open, cross the Chen Cang secretly"!"

The holy path flashed, and a passage appeared on the city wall...

With a bang, the army entered the city!

In the last battle, Lin Su didn't take action!

The city gate opened wide, Lin Su and Li Qingquan walked in side by side, Bi Xuanji and An Ye followed side by side, walking through the familiar imperial city of the past, carrying thousands of thoughts, step by step... home!

The three characters "Old Jin Imperial Palace" and "Prince Jin's Mansion" have been taken down. The Green Dragon and White Tiger Legion has taken control of the entrance and is standing at the door bowing to greet them.

Li Qingquan stepped on it, and the gold-lettered signboard of the Jin Palace, which was given by the Emperor, turned into powder and passed through its short life.

There were corpses strewn on both sides of the road ahead.

Blood spilled on the former palace walls, but the remnants of the battle inside still remain.

Bi Xuanji's figure flashed, and soon, the fighting behind him stopped.

A passage leads directly to the highest palace.

This palace was the former Zhengde Palace of the Jin Dynasty.

But now, it has been changed into the Political Affairs Hall.

"Zhou Kuohai is inside!" A Qinglong leader bowed.

"Okay! You guys stay here and I will finish it with my own hands!" Li Qingquan's eyes flashed as he pushed open the door of Zhengde Palace.

The long Zhengde Hall is endlessly empty.

There is only one person sitting at the end of the Golden Palace. Of course, the chair he is sitting on is not a dragon chair. However, this chair is not much smaller than the dragon chair in the past. The material of this chair is North Sea ten thousand year crystal jade, which is better than the material of the dragon chair in the past. .

Zhou Kuohai was only in his fifties. He was a general and a martial artist. At this age, he was in the prime of life. But at this moment, his hair was messy, his face looked haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and a sense of madness came over him.

Looking at Li Qingquan who was slowly walking over, Zhou Kuohai's face twitched slightly: "I have no regrets! I deeply regret that I left such a scoundrel like you behind! That led to today's calamity!"

"I can tell you a lot about karma, but I'm too lazy to say it. Just one sentence is enough!" Li Qingquan stepped onto the last step and came face to face with Zhou Kuohai.

"What's the matter?"

Li Qingquan said: "You, Ling Chi's Thousand Swordsman, will not leave you alone without one blow! Your children and your nine clans will not be left alone!"

"Li's son!" Zhou Kuohai stood up, raised his hand, and the king's seal rose up in his palm, and a sharp shout resounded throughout the world: "I am alone in Xuntai for a day, and I am the king!"

The king's seal in Li Qingquan's hand also suddenly rose, and he shouted: "With your feet in the homeland of the Jin Dynasty, with the blood of the Jin emperor in your body, and with your heart attached to the country of the Jin Dynasty, you are the king!"

Together with these shouts, the whole palace shook!

The royal seal in Li Qingquan's hand was so brilliant that it rushed out of the palace and Yanjing, covering thousands of miles away...

The royal seal in Zhou Kuohai's hand shattered into pieces with a click...