The sunset is about to sink yet, and the evening clouds cover the sky like fire, and the spring trees are tenaciously blooming with green dew.

The suspension bridge of Baisha City was hung high to block the city gate. The waterway leading to Xiaoshui sank more than a dozen boats, and the masts pierced out of the water surface.

The bridge panels of the four bridges were demolished, and even the piers were blown off from the roots under the water. When the bridge was built, a hole was reserved to place thunder fire, but I didn't expect it to be useful today. In this way, even if the immortal master attacked the city, he had to go into the water to cool down and welcome the rain of arrows.

Flags were waving on the city wall, rows of soldiers stood neatly and solemnly. The lips were tightly pursed, and the hands holding guns were trembling slightly. Behind them, the little yellow gate of the Imperial Heaven Supervision ran around with a compass to investigate whether there were any omissions in the formation.

On the other hand, the Xia army outside the city seemed much more relaxed.

A team of thousands of people was galloping along the moat embankment, swaying to investigate the situation. Nine white cranes flew around the city, and the sound of "the Great Xia Dynasty's southern expedition, the surrendered people are not killed" was deafening.

Directly north, swords and guns were like forests, and the army was pouring in like a tide.

However, 50,000 Dragon-Earth Cavalry distributed 10,000 to guard the outside world, 10,000 to camp and 20,000 to rest. Only 10,000 elite troops lined up to attack the city, and except for the generals, all dismounted and walked.

In the suburbs, the Chinese people who had no time to escape looked at each other from a distance, frightened and hid like a little rat. Scattered stars on the road were scattered with clothes, food, and even gold, silver and fine softness.

The fire in Sujiazhuang ignited several nearby hills.

A strong wind blew up, rolling the cloth ashes into the air, as if a swelling of black snow was falling.

The Xia army general who led the army to camp looked at the flames and smoke, and strangled the horse a mile away, shook his head and smiled bitterly. He didn't know that an hour and a half ago, a stubborn old woman gave the order to burn the village.

After informing Sujiazhuang, five strange "Secret Investigation Office" informed them of the news, they hurriedly left and left the carriage. Before leaving, they told them to go all the way south to take refuge in Qiyun County.

The people of Sujiazhuang packed it up in just half an hour. When Aunt Su ordered the burning of the village, three other secret detectives arrived in a cart with an oil-blocked fragrance, saying that they were ordered to pick up Miss Su into the city. They also said that the matter was urgent and that Baisha City had been strictly prohibited from entering and leaving. However, the bridge of Xuanwu Gate had not been exploded, just to wait for her.

Su Guoer refused to leave her tribe, and Aunt Su didn't want her to go to the city to face Bai Ling'er. Nearly two hundred people helped the elderly and young, and went south. The three policemen were so anxious that they jumped straight. After a short discussion, they decided to leave two to escort them, and the other rushed back to report their lives.

The merchant's cart was very spacious. In addition to Aunt Su, Su Guoer and Su Mei, six young children were squeezed out.

Cars and horses and Xiaoxiao...

The children didn't know that huge disasters were coming, and they were excited to poke me and I poke you, screaming from time to time. Some tickled the decorations curiously, while others lifted the curtains of the car to look out timidly.

Su Mei always felt something was wrong and secretly bit Su Guoer's ear.

"Strange, why did the two groups of servants say differently? I think the latter three are reliable. I just visited our Zhuangzi with Qianmo last month. Guoguo, why don't you enter Baisha City? How great it is to see him..."

Aunt Su's face was as deep as water and snorted coldly.

Su Mei was so scared that she shut up quickly.

Everything was rushed and almost dreamy.

Very lifeless, suddenly his family was destroyed and fled. Facing an unpredictable and dangerous future, who is not afraid? Su Guoer stroked the bamboo shoot ring on her wrist and repeatedly reminded herself to be strong.

She knew that the man was not in the city at the moment. She also knew that he would return one day.

"The dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is mysterious and yellow."

Two sentences of hexagrams floated into my mind for no reason, causing the girl's heart to tighten, and she could not speak.

She doesn’t want any kind of glory and wealth, she just wants him to be good!

The four symbols refer to the four star areas in the sky, the east green dragon, the west white tiger, the south vermilion bird, and the north Xuanwu. The north gate of Baisha City is called Xuanwu Gate. In the gate tower, an emergency meeting is underway.

The former Lady Hua and the current Queen Jianming sat upright in the chair. There was no curtain hanging in front of her, and there were only two palace maids holding ceremonial fans behind her.

There was an embroidered bench three meters away from the front left, and the old prime minister Guo Chunhai was sitting. Five meters away, more than twenty officials were crowded, six ministers and secret investigation department commander Zhang Muzhi, and the Imperial Army commander Zhang Biao stood in the front row.

Half of their body position was a minister of the Ministry of Revenue who bowed his head and was reporting the situation.

The space is cramped, making the voice appear dull.

"... Half a month ago, the rice stored in several large grain stores was almost wiped out by northern merchants at high prices. The royal city has abundant supplies and residents have no habit of storing grain, which can last for a month at most. Fortunately, the policy of storing grain has been implemented since last year. The official warehouse is full, enough for 600,000 people to eat for two years. There is no shortage of water, and the ground is dug into a well. Only vegetables and meat need to be transported from outside the city, which is difficult to solve."

Queen Jianming chuckled:

"Haha, two years are enough... There is vegetable fields in the city, so you can expand the planting... and retreat."

The queen looked very relaxed, and the ministers nodded and agreed, with their own thoughts.

The reason why two years are enough is that I believe that Baisha City will never be broken and that Zhenguo Tianshi can solve the crisis.

Some people really think this way, while others feel heavy.

The invincible Dragon-Enhanced Iron Cavalry is completely different from the Zhou army. The Chinese army cannot even defeat the Zhou army, which is not a little bit worse. Even if the Heavenly Master is powerful, he dare not violate the order to participate in the war. Even if he brought out the Luohan Master, there is Taodu behind Xia Kingdom, the secret realm of the void, and the heavenly beings.

The Minister of Revenue retreated into the crowd, and Zhang Biao, the commander of the Imperial Guard, took a step forward with a light step:

"...The Longxiong cavalry suddenly came to an environment with thin energy and might not be able to adapt. Our soldiers were used to it and would not be defeated in one blow. It is a taboo for military strategists to attack from a distance, and they must severely defeat the thief's spirit.

"There are 50,000 imperial guards in the city, 50,000 troops outside the east, 50,000 troops in the west, 30,000 troops in the south, and 20,000 troops in the Yunmeng naval army. The 100,000 troops in the north, and 300,000 troops in the north, and 300,000 troops in the north, and 300,000 troops in the invading enemy troops were only tens of thousands, and they could drown them even if they spit.

"I think that we should take advantage of the fact that the Xia thieves have not yet established a stable foothold and quickly send a large army to serve the king, and catch it off guard..."

"No!"

Zhang Muzhi frowned, interrupted Zhang Biao's words and said:

"The terror of the Dragon-Xiong cavalry is far beyond our imagination. The horse is a alien species, galloping like the wind. The soldiers have reached the middle and top level of Ninggang, and their swords are extremely sharp. According to the information from the Secret Detective Department, their 100-person team is equipped with at least three Tongyou mages, the Thousand-person team is equipped with at least two Consecrated Immortal Masters, and the Ten Thousand-person team is equipped with at least one great monk in the Huadan, a space ring, and countless magic weapons to assist in defense and attack..."

The officials felt cold and frustrated when they heard this.

Why are you so rich? Why are you here to steal the territory of our poor people?

The dignified Chinese country is just a space ring. The Consecrated Immortal Master can count clearly with his fingers. The Great Cultivator of the Pills had not even one before. Recently, I heard that Chinese was spoken by Zhang Muzhi, and Zhang Muzhi advanced. Qian Mo is a real person in the Holy Fetal Body, but he is not a native Chinese, and his combat power is quite unoptimistic.

Everyone turned their eyes to the rear of the queen's right side, where a tall, white-haired and silver-bearded old man stood up like a javelin, with a long sword hilt slanted on his shoulders. There were no guards in the building, but he was the only one who was guarding the car with a sword. It was the sword saint of the sky-raising pillar of China - the Sword Saint.

Ten days ago, an amazing news circulated among senior Chinese officials. The King of Xintian cleaned the sword saint Yijing and promoted his strength to a height of "unprecedented"!

Unprecedented? Zhang Biao, who is also a warrior, was very confused. Is there a peak above the peak of martial arts?

But he could truly feel the changes of the Sword Saint.

Even though his white hair and silver beards, the old spots and wrinkles on his face disappeared, his face was rosy, and he looked younger than Guo Xiangguo. In the past, he could sense the momentum of the other party, like a sharp sword that was unsheathed, making people's eyes hurt. Now he can't sense anything, and it's no different from rocks and wood.

In this way, China still has the power to fight.

If the Dragon-Entertain Iron Cavalry is compared to a sharp spear, Wang Xia Jinyu is the hand holding the spear. The tip of the spear is a person, the Potian Wolf with the blood of monsters.
Chapter completed!