Nightwatcher

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Cannons and crossbow bolts exploded continuously in the camps of both sides. The shock waves and fragments of iron produced by the shell explosions were fatal to ordinary soldiers.

Competing with large-scale weapons of destruction, Dafeng's army almost bloodbathed Kang's army with a crushing attitude. This is one of Dafeng's reliance on Kyushu. The maintenance of the warlock, the performance of the magic weapon, and the power of the shells are all greatly reduced.

What's more, magic weapons are constantly being updated, and there is a huge difference in performance between old weapons and new weapons. .

Nangong Qianrou led the heavy cavalry, broke away from the base camp, avoided the shooting range of artillery and crossbows, and charged from the right side of the Kang army.

The Kang army quickly realized the approach of the heavy cavalry, and the artillery and crossbows remained unchanged. They clashed with the Dafeng army, and the archers and musketeers fired one after another.

Attack this heavy cavalry with a number of over 10,000.

After a few rounds of firing, the archers and musketeers retreated decisively. At this time, a group of cavalrymen with Mo Dao rushed out from the Kang army, 3,000 of them.

The Mo Dao emerged in the early days of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It weighed more than 80 jins and was made of fine iron. Non-first-class soldiers were not allowed to hold it. Da Zhou, which had no sorcerers back then, was invincible with an army of 20,000 Mo Dao.

Every Mo Dao player is the pinnacle of refinement, wielding the Mo Dao is easy, under the Mo Dao, people and horses are all broken, and they specialize in defeating heavy cavalry.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was truly the most glorious dynasty that established a country with martial arts.

In the middle and late period of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the national power was weak, and the prestige of the Modao Army declined. In Dafeng, because the soldiers' martial arts literacy was limited, the Modao Army withdrew from the stage of history.

However, the Modao Army has been preserved in the Northeast and has been passed down to this day. Probably because the wizards of the Witch God Sect can stimulate the potential of soldiers, enhance their vitality, and achieve the effect of soaring combat power in a short period of time.

As a result, the threshold for Mo Dao Army has been lowered a lot.

The three thousand Mo Dao army charged towards Dafeng's ten thousand heavy cavalry without fear, but with passion.

With one blow, all men and horses were broken, and only heavy cavalry were broken.

Nangong Qianrou's delicate and beautiful face showed a hint of ferocity. Kyushu only knew that the cavalry respected the barbarians, and after the Battle of Shanhaiguan, they respected the Yasukuni.

The Great Bong Cavalry is not worth mentioning.

really?

The reason why the Dafeng cavalry is rare is because of the lack of good war horses and pastures suitable for raising horses.

A small number does not mean that they are weak. In the past 20 years, Wei Yuan summed up the reasons for more than ten small defeats in the Shanhaiguan Battle, only because the cavalry was at a serious disadvantage.

Dafeng did not have the brave Modao army, and the combat strength of the soldiers could not be compared with the glory period of the Great Zhou Dynasty. How to enhance the power of the heavy cavalry on the original basis?

Wei Yuan's decision is: equip!

There is no wizard in Dafeng, which can stimulate the potential of soldiers and improve their combat effectiveness. There is no such healthy soldier as Da Zhou.

However, Dafeng has Sitianjian and warlocks.

Few people know the reason for Wei Yuan's frequent visits to the Star Observatory in the past twenty years. But after this battle, Wei Yuan devoted all his heart and money in the past 20 years to build 10,000 sets of heavy cavalry armor, which will be an important part of this battle.

The Modao Army that Dafeng has long abandoned is just an old object under the dust of history!

Ten thousand heavy cavalry blatantly smashed through the Modao army, turning them on their backs.

Nangong Qianrou took the lead, her brown pupils were replaced by blood red, and the veins were bulging on her face. He didn't look like a human, but more like a beast that lost his mind.

Regardless of whether it was the Kang Guo army or the Dafeng army at the other end, many generals frowned upon witnessing this scene.

In the previous siege of the city, the heavy cavalry had never been used. Therefore, even my own people did not know the real combat power of this group of heavy cavalry.

Except Wei Yuan and Nangong Qianrou.

At this time, in the army of Kang Guo, there was a grand and ethereal chant, layer upon layer, making it difficult for people to hear the specific content.

The entire battlefield was filled with spirituality. The Mo Dao Army who had just died and whose blood was still fresh climbed up again. Some of them lost their heads, some lost their arms, and some were pierced through their chests, but they really got up.

Rejoin the battlefield.

For wizards, as long as the corpse is not torn apart or burned to ashes, it is an inexhaustible source of soldiers.

"Aww"

Incessant roars came from a distant height, and huge flying beasts flapped their wings and glided, passing over the Dafeng army, dropping stones, kerosene and other items.

The city gate of Yandu opened, and the army of Yan State swarmed out, trying to attack Kang State's army on both sides.

"Raise the shield!"

A rookie in the military, Chen Ying, the leader of the 12,000 Imperial Guards, gave orders in an orderly manner: "The 168th squadron of artillery will be transferred, the 2nd and 4th squadron of crossbowmen will be transferred, and the assault battalion will charge with me."

While shouting, he conveyed the order by waving a small flag.

The infantry held up their shields to resist the attack from the air, and some of the artillery and crossbows turned around and fired at the Yan Kingdom's army that had rushed out of the city.

Amidst the roar of the artillery, Chen Ying led five thousand Qing cavalry and ten thousand infantry, and rushed out aggressively to meet Yan Guo's army.

The war continued from day to night, and the army of Yan State left more than 8,000 corpses and withdrew to the city. Kang's army also suffered heavy losses and withdrew for 30 miles.

Dafeng's army fell into an extremely embarrassing predicament. There are three reasons for this predicament.

One: The defeat in war.

Yandu is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is even more difficult to attack than the seven cities that have been conquered. In addition, Yandu is full of experts and has a strong military force. With a third-rank wizard sitting in the town, it is as difficult as heaven to defeat it in a short period of time.

With the help of the sons of Kang Guo's army, it is already impossible to attack the city.

Two: The supply line was cut.

Without supply lines, the Dafeng army is equivalent to an attic without foundations, and it is only a matter of time before it collapses. The sharp knife that was inserted into Yan Guo's abdomen has been sharpened.

The bonfire is raging, inside the military tent.

The Qing Zhuang faction headed by Chen Ying and the Wei Yuan faction headed by Nangong Qianrou gathered together.

Standing in front of the sand table, Chen Ying pointed out:

"Kang Guo and Yan Guo's strategy is clear at a glance. They block us under Yandu until we run out of ammunition and food, or flee in all directions, and then they share and eat. We are running out of food and grass. The day after tomorrow, we have to kill horses and eat meat." .”

A general grinned and said, "I'm going to be in charge of looting food and grass. There are many villages near Yandu, so I can always find something to eat. You can't kill horses, absolutely not."

Chen Ying said "Hey": "General Zhao, I'll leave it to you. The task Wei Gong gave us is to persist for ten days. Now six days have passed, and we will continue for another four days. After four days, we will retreat."

After a pause, he glanced at the generals, saw that they were not in high spirits, pondered for a while, and said calmly:

"To be honest, the battle was fought inexplicably, and the supply of food and grass was even more inexplicable. I still don't understand Duke Wei's intentions. But the military order is like a mountain, even if Duke Wei asked me to go into the mountains of swords and seas of fire, I would not blink an eye.

"We still have 30,000 brothers left. After four days, I don't know how many of them will survive, and I don't know if I can survive. But the Witch God Sect has been too fucking deceptive these years.

"Collude with the imperial court to order officials, embezzle my Dafeng's armaments, and support bandits in Yunzhou. The people are living in dire straits. Now, they are trying to occupy the north and surround our Dafeng's northeast border.

"Even if the entire army is wiped out in this battle, the troops of Yan Kingdom and Kang Kingdom will be exhausted. Everyone, are you afraid of death?"

"Be afraid of a bird, if you dare to go to the battlefield, you are not afraid of death." A general cursed.

"Isn't it just four days? After four days, I'm still alive and kicking."

"Wei Gong asked us to delay, let alone four days, I can complete the task in forty days."

Everyone looked at Nangong Qianrou, Jin Luo, who looked like a boy and a girl, said indifferently: "I will take 10,000 heavy horses away tonight."

Chen Ying stared at him with burning eyes: "Wei Gong's mission?"

Nangong Qianrou let out a "hmm".

Chen Ying looked at him, and for a long time, this handsome young man smiled: "Okay, you can do your own thing with peace of mind, and leave it to us."

Nangong Qianrou ignored her and turned to leave.

When he was about to walk out of the military tent, he stopped suddenly. Nangong Qianrou slowly scanned the faces of the people, looking carefully, he took a deep breath, cupped his fists and said:

"Everyone, take care!"

"Take care of yourself!"

All the soldiers said in a low voice.

Nangong Qianrou took off the helmet, put it gently on the ground, bent over, paused for a few seconds, and then strode away.

Yandu.

Candles were shining brightly in the hall, and Nurhega sat on the throne, listening to the discussions of the courtiers.

Compared with the embarrassment of the Dafeng army, the atmosphere here is obviously much more relaxed, even full of joy.

After defending the city for six days, Dafeng's army only attacked the city on the first day. After leaving thousands of corpses, they were defeated and did not launch a second attack on the city.

On the other hand, because of the arrival of reinforcements from the Kingdom of Kang, they achieved a two-sided attack, cut off Dafeng's supply line, and cut off their food and grass.

As long as it is delayed for a few more days, Dafeng can only withdraw his troops, and their current remaining troops can no longer attack the city. In other words, the capital of the country is as stable as Mount Tai, and they are not afraid of Fengjun showing weakness.

Once they withdraw their troops, Yan and Kang can even pursue them.

The winning side will belong to the Witch God Cult.

In this way, the so-called Dafeng Junshen is not as scary as imagined.

The improvement of the situation gave everyone in Yan Kingdom strong self-confidence, and Wei Yuan's backlog of prestige during the Shanhaiguan Battle instantly eased a lot.

"Hehe, it seems that the military god Dafeng is not good at attacking cities."

"It may also be that the 20 years of court disputes have drained his energy. Also, if he has not led the army for 20 years, he has long been a different person."

"With this one battle alone, we Yan Kingdom will step on the name of Wei Yuan and be awe-inspiring in Kyushu."

"With only 100,000 horses, you want to reach the main arena? Wishful thinking."

Wei Yuan led his army to the Northern Expedition, encountered tenacious resistance in the Yan Kingdom, and finally fell into the sand, and fled back to the border of the Dafeng Kingdom with the remnants. This will definitely be recorded in the history books.

Nurhega turned his head, looked at the national teacher Irbu who was holding a golden cane and wrapped in a robe, and said with a smile:

"National Division Irbu, when Wei Yuan is defeated, we can divide our troops and help Kang to pacify the war in the northern border. After this battle, it will be difficult for Dafeng to send reinforcements. With a distance of 30,000 miles on our back, we will enter I am the territory of the Witch God Cult."

Irbu said indifferently: "The battle in the northern border is not in a hurry. The order of the general altar is to wipe out Dafeng's army within the territory of the country, especially Wei Yuan. He cannot be allowed to return to Dafeng."

Nurheja froze for a moment and frowned secretly.

He didn't understand the meaning of the order from the general altar. War is not a fight with weapons, and the focus is always on the long-term and the overall situation, not on a certain person or a few people.

Repelling the Feng army and seizing the northern territory is far more important than killing Wei Yuan.

Irbu continued: "However, being able to stop Wei Yuan in the territory of Yan Kingdom is really a joy. Your mission has been successfully completed, and I will ask the general altar for your credit."

Nurhega smiled: "Thank you, National Teacher."

Suddenly, Irb turned his head sideways, assuming a listening posture.

The ravings in my ears were ethereal and illusory, layered upon layer, as if the voices of countless people were combined together, as if they came from another world.

Irbu's face changed from indifferent to serious, from serious to livid, and Nurheja was at a loss for a while.

"The witch god is calling me, Wei Yuan?!"

Irbu turned into black light and rushed out of the hall, disappearing into the night in an instant.

"Wei Yuan?"

Nurheja frowned, looking bewildered.

The ministers and generals in the palace looked at each other, confused for a moment.

What did Wei Yuan do to make Imperial Master Yierbu so angry?

Thousands of miles away from Yandu, in the capital of Kang Kingdom, there was also a ray of black light piercing the sky, and quickly swept towards the northeast.

When dawn approached, Nangong Qianrou led 10,000 heavy cavalry and finally arrived at the place Wei Yuan designated.

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

Nangong Qianrou asked the cavalry to rest in place. During the march, he strictly abided by the rules set by Wei Yuan, resting every ten miles, brushing the horse's muzzle, and drinking once every thirty miles.

The bonfire was raging, and the vegetable soup in the pot was boiling.

The food was looted from the villages along the way, and the vegetables were brought by herself. Speaking of this, Nangong Qianrou thought of the bitch who was competing for favor with him.

Before the army set off, Xu Qi'an offered Wei Yuan a plan. He dried the vegetables, roasted them, squeezed out the moisture thoroughly, and sealed them with sheep intestines.

Each soldier carries a kilogram of dehydrated vegetables with him, which is not heavy, but after soaking in water, the amount is quite sufficient. Sprinkle with a handful of coarse salt, the taste is touching.

Nangong Qianrou drank the vegetable soup and grabbed the rice grains with her hands. While eating, she was thinking about the purpose of her adoptive father in letting him escape from the army.

The direction Wei Yuan gave was south, which ran counter to the marching route of the army.

Nangong Qianrou vaguely realized that, for the past twenty years, her adoptive father had worked so hard to design and build these 10,000 sets of heavy cavalry armor, and perhaps it was for other purposes.

So he had to leave the army. The adoptive father's idea was to try not to cause heavy losses to the heavy cavalry.

But where is the meaning?

Just as Nangong Qianrou thought so, she suddenly heard a voice behind her: "You"

He turned his head abruptly, and saw an ordinary-looking warlock in white standing behind him at some point.

This warlock in white has the soft facial features of a typical Central Plains person, without sharp edges and corners, nor deep eyes, and thick lips, giving people a simple impression.

Nangong Qianrou jumped up reflexively, like an antelope prancing, quickly opened the distance, took advantage of the situation, drew out her saber, and shouted: "Who are you?"

The heavy cavalry threw down their bowls one after another, drew their knives and mounted their horses. Their movements were quick, showing extremely high military qualities.

The warlock in white said unhurriedly: "Men"

Nangong Qianrou shouted again: "Who are you?"

This sorcerer in white appeared silently behind him, his cultivation level was definitely higher than Yang Qianhuan's.

The warlock in white said, "Come late."

After a while, he finally finished the sentence: "Yes."

Are you late? ! Nangong Qianrou finally understood the other party's words, and said in astonishment: "Are you waiting for me? Did the adoptive father ask you to come?"

The warlock in white nodded.

Nangong Qianrou breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly asked, "Who is your Excellency? The adoptive father asked us to come to you, what is the arrangement?"

The warlock in white looked at him calmly, and said in a calm tone, "I am the supervisor."

Nangong Qianrou's face changed wildly.

Supervisor?

He is the supervisor? ! No, how could he be the supervisor, it's not that I haven't seen the supervisor, etc., it may not be the main body of the supervisor, it may be a clone. Yeah, that would explain why he was behind me and I didn't notice

The foster father asked us to come to see Jianzheng, what exactly was he thinking?

Nangong Qianrou took a deep breath, bowed and saluted, expressing her respect to the supervisor, and then heard the white-clothed warlock say, "My second disciple!"

His second disciple? Nangong Qianrou was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized: "You are the second disciple of Jianzheng?!"

The warlock in white smiled and nodded calmly.

Nangong Qianrou's face twitched non-stop.

He suppressed his anger and asked, "What is the arrangement of the adoptive father?"

The warlock in white said in a deep voice: "I"

Then fell silent.

With the experience just now, Nangong Qianrou was not in a hurry, and waited patiently. By the way, she recalled the identity of this warlock. The second disciple of Jianzheng was away all year round. Nangong Qianrou had only heard of him, but had never seen him.

I didn't expect to meet today, this second disciple, well, I can only say that he is indeed a disciple of the supervisor.

Ten minutes later, the warlock in white finally choked out the second half of his sentence: "I don't know!"

I didn't know that Nangong Qianrou's face was already a little grim.

The warlock in white unconsciously smiled at Nangong Qianrou, raised his hand, and wiped lightly, erasing the existence of Nangong Qianrou and the existence of the ten thousand heavy cavalry.

Dawn broke, and the golden-red morning light sprinkled on the sea surface, rippling with layers of scattered golden light.

On the top of Jingshan Mountain, the towering watchtower.

The sentinel in sheep's fur and winter hat yawned, took off the water bag around his waist, and took a sip of goat's milk wine.

After autumn, the climate in Jingshan turns down sharply. The salty sea breeze blows on the face, like a very thin knife, scraping the skin little by little, making it dry and rough.

The sentinel glanced at the high altar far away, and vaguely saw two vague statues, which had stood for more than a thousand years.

For mortals who live no more than one year, these two statues seem to be eternal and unchanging.

"Hey, it's time to wake up, it's time to change the guard soon."

The sentry drinking kumiss kicked his companions awake.

The companion rubbed his eyes, woke up staring at the dark circles, yawned, and said lazily:

"Fuzel, I heard that the situation in the north is very good. I really want to go to the battlefield to gain military merits. I can be promoted and loot money, so I can have money to marry a wife."

Fuzel took another sip of goat's milk and shrugged:

"Stupid, if you can go to the battlefield, why spend money to marry a wife? Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to just snatch ten or eight barbarian women back?"

The companion sneered and said, "The barbarian women are more ferocious than tigers and wolves. Just a few taels of meat from your crotch is enough for them to eat? You are just playing prestige on the ewes."

"You bastard, what did the ewes do wrong to treat them like this?" Fuzel scolded.

Suddenly, Fuzel, who was looking at the sea, was stunned. He rubbed his eyes, as if he suspected that he was wrong.

On the sparkling sea, at the end of the sea level, a huge warship appeared, and then, two, three, five, a total of twenty warships, in the shape of a font, riding the wind and waves, Coming fast.

The flags on the warships are flying.

On the bow of the warship in front, a figure in green clothes stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, and he looked calmly at Jingshan.

"woo woo"

The sound of the horn sounded from the sentry tower, and spread throughout Jingshan, and also spread throughout Jingshan City, which was built on the mountain - this majestic city where high-level wizards gather together.

PS: The next chapter is very difficult to write. Not only do you have to write about the battle scenes, but you also need to write about the battle scenes between masters. Let me give you a vaccination first. If there is no update at night, it will be Cavin.