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It was raining continuously, and the ancient city walls of Yuecheng were dilapidated.

The dilapidated city of Yuecheng was crumbling under the bloody attack of the Chiman people, and finally survived, struggling in hell day after day. Jiang Mian did not expect such a tragedy. Young and strong spontaneously climbed to the city to defend, numb and fighting, unable to remember how many days have passed...

Since being blocked at the siege of Yuecheng to fight for aid, every day has been like a year. After the outbreak of the city defense battle, time passed more slowly.

At the top of the city, the soldiers of the Yan army who were originally dark were all fair-skinned, because they had been soaked in the rainy season for a long time.

There was a heavy rain at noon, and the Chiman people finally stopped their frenzied attack on the city, and the exhausted defenders had time to rest and eat, thankful that they survived until noon.

The heavy rain washed away the blood on the city wall, cooling down the fighting.

Chen Jia stretched out his head and glanced at the wall, frowned and sighed, there were too many corpses outside the city, did the Chiman people have the habit of restraining the burial of corpses, and letting the corpses be exposed to the wilderness, the earliest dead corpses had been swelled and rotted by the rain, and the heavy rain also I can't wash away that special disgusting smell.

The people in Yuecheng wanted to clean up the corpses, but the Chiman people outside refused to let them, and they didn't care about the rules that were inexplicable to them when the people in the Central Plains fought.

"Good, good, go to bliss early and no longer suffer..."

Pan Hongzu looked at Chen Jia who was muttering, and didn't care about the bliss he said, put his sword back into its sheath, took out a pill and ate it, his pale face turned a little bloody.

"There will be no bliss, even if there is, they or we are not qualified to go, don't stare at me, you know the real world better than me in your heart." Rare said a lot.

"Even if you can't go, it's good to give hope."

Chen Jia muttered something and continued to recite the scriptures, hugging the somewhat torn robes around his body, his words were rarely philosophical.

Pan Hongzu looked up at the drowsy sky. The clouds were low and the billowing clouds and mist flowed almost against the ridge, like a sea. He didn't know when it was the end, and he spoke a word.

"Yeah...the only thing we can have is hope..."

Chen Jia, who was chanting sutras, shook her hands, lowered her head and pretended nothing had happened.

In front of the dilapidated city gate, Qiao Jin came to Pan Hongzu, who was looking up at the rainstorm in meditation, staring at the mysterious Taoist who wanted to speak but didn't know how to speak.

Qiao Jin stood guard at the top of the city every day. The bright armor was dull and scratched everywhere, and the barrel of the gun was broken and gapped in many places.

The gatehouse with no tiles and only wooden beams can't stop the rain. Pan Hongzu, who relies on the gatepost full of arrows, may be using the rain to understand the meaning of the sword. There are young and strong people who pull out the intact arrows and save them for the next battle. use.

"Thank... thank you."

Qiao Jin knew that this mysterious Taoist priest saved her life today, and seemed to have killed a sorcerer among the Chiman people. He was injured. For some reason, Qiao Jin instinctively ignored Chen Jia who had also contributed.

Chen Jia, who closed her eyes and chanted sutras, waited for a long time without hearing a thank you to herself, and opened her eyes to look at Pan Hongzu resentfully.

After a long time, Zi Xujian recovered from his cultivation.

"You're welcome."

"I've spoken rudely and impolitely before, please don't mind me."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

hear here,

Unable to bear it, Chenjia got up and went to the other side to be quiet, and had to convince others that his understanding was high, and he could quickly forget even being scolded and didn't care. No wonder people said that Zixu Jianxiu only had swords in his heart.

Today Pan Hongzu broke a sorcery. Someone used the bloody smell of the battlefield to release a bloody evil spirit to assassinate Jiang Mian. Unexpectedly, there was a low-key Chunyang disciple beside him, who killed the bloody evil spirit with a single sword, and then joined Chen Jia Fighting with that evil person severely injured him, and the two disciples of the Great Sect were also hurt secretly.

"Master, what were you doing just now?"

"Wait."

"Waiting for someone?"

"not human."

Pan Hongzu felt that Baijiao was coming soon, and he wouldn't wait until the city was broken, maybe within a day or two...

...

Torrential rain torrential flooding and river surges.

The rising water level makes it difficult for the helmsman who has been running all year round to see the road clearly. A large ship hits a reef and the cabin leaks. Lightning flashes, thunder and squalls rage, and the water splashes against the tilting ship. There were no human or demon casualties on the other ships.

Bai Yujun, who was standing on the upper level of the building ship, stared at the tilting ship illuminated by lightning, closed her eyes, and opened her pupils again!

Under the water, many strange water demons and water monsters suddenly sprang up from the green deep water area, and they all swam to the surface to help control the big ship.

In the mountainous areas on both sides of the river, people occasionally ride horses to follow the fleet. They may be scouts from local forces. It is difficult to see too many people, because most of the time they meet poor fishermen because of the difficult mountain roads.

The iron ball jumped from another boat to the upstairs boat where Bai Yujun was with the ant leg in its mouth.

Jumping between the two boats, he was suddenly hit head-on by a big wave. He jumped onto the upstairs boat and took out the ant legs in his mouth, spit out the river water and a small shrimp in his mouth, and cursed.

Coming to Bai Yujun's side, she leaned on the guardrail and watched the sharp turn ahead.

The waves crashed against the rocks, the lightning instantly illuminated the cliffs, and the steep mountains were densely packed with hanging coffins. The old black lacquered coffins were so rotten that they seemed to fall into the river at any time. The monsters on the boat pointed at the hanging coffins on both sides, maybe I don't quite understand why humans like to marinate air-dried meat...

"Boss, there is a message from the front that there are two teams of thousands of people on the shore. They may be from Nanwu. Do you want to kill them?"

"Don't waste time and continue on your way. The water level is soaring and the river is widening. They don't have the ability to attack the fleet. Just be alert. You may arrive at the battle zone tomorrow night. Get off the boat and walk to the battlefield in advance. Then everything will be handed over to you."

Along the way, passing through the borders of Southern Chu and Southern Wu, it is impossible not to see such a huge team.

As Bai Yujun said, in the ancient times, craftsmen were of low status and no one would waste their time thinking about building big ships. They would spend more energy on enjoying themselves. Without ships, they would not be able to attack, so they could only stand on the river bank and look at each other from afar.

"Fight in the rain?"

"No, the rain will stop the day after tomorrow, I will decide."

What a domineering sentence, whether the rain will stop or not is completely up to you, and the weather can be determined easily and effortlessly.

Fortunately, a certain Bai has good thoughts in his heart. If the evil dragon comes to the world, I am afraid that many people will die in the world. If he goes crazy to block rain clouds to stop rains and cause droughts, or keep mobilizing rain clouds to wash the earth and cause floods, then people will really be devastated. Yes. If the impact of the event is too large, it may interfere with the spiritual energy, and the consequences will be disastrous.

It makes sense to carefully and slowly breed the dragon in the dark, and it is unreasonable to play with it.

The iron ball turned the ant's legs in its mouth.

"Will the Jiang surname be killed if he can't hold on? It's been a long time since the city was besieged."

"I don't know if I will die or not, but I can be sure that my head will be woken up by the rain."

The big ship turned around and skimmed over the cliffs, and the mountains on both sides kept receding away. It passed a small county town by the river, and went eastward along the river under the watchful eyes of countless people from the Southern Wu Dynasty. Ordinary officials and ordinary people didn't know that it was Whose army, many galloping horses galloping to deliver...

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