On Qingming's front line, the shouts of killing shook the heaven and earth, and countless Wu clan warriors rushed towards Qingming like locusts.
The sky was full of missiles and water balls whizzing in and out. The arrows shot by the Witch Clan's marksmen were equipped with new devices, which would release poisonous smoke when they hit the ground. Wherever the poisonous smoke filled the air, life was cut off, and ordinary warriors could not survive for ten years.
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After several battles, the Wu clan had suffered enough from city defense artillery and missiles, so they were also desperately strengthening their long-range attacks.
In fact, the strength of the large number of Wu warriors in this battle was not as strong as the previous elites. It was obvious that some strong ones were drawn from the common people and slaves and sent to the front line as cannon fodder. However, the bodies of these new warriors were obviously deformed, and their defense power was even worse than
In the past, elites were so powerful that it was difficult to kill them with one shot if they didn't hit the vital point.
Wei Yuan personally stood on the front line, and dozens of Daoji warriors around him continuously used water blade techniques to cut off the Wu warriors on the front line one by one.
At this time, the red lotus bodhi was filled with black energy, and every branch was bent to the ground, but Wei Yuan remained unmoved and continued to harvest ordinary witches.
In the center of the witch formation, Hongye looked gloomy, looking at Wei Yuan from a distance and wondering why he could still bear the karma after killing so many witches. Could it be that the immortal in Qingming has more than one method, and there is still a special method for dealing with karma?
His eyes moved and looked at a monk in the Qing Ming Army formation. The monk didn't move much, and he just chanted sutras most of the time. But as he chanted, an extra bead would quietly appear on the string of beads in his hand.
.On the surface, the bead looks completely black, but in fact it is blood-colored. When the blood color is extremely rich, it appears as black as the dark night.
Wei Yuan stands in front of the formation, like a pillar holding the sky, and any Wu clan that approaches will be ruthlessly harvested. Within a few miles around Wei Yuan, no sharpshooter dares to show up. As long as they dare to show up, they will
He was attacked and killed instantly, either by being crushed to death by jade mountains, or by thunder and sky fire, or by missiles falling from the sky.
In front of Wei Yuan, the Wu Clan army was clearly fearful. If it hadn't been for the push from behind, those in the front row would have turned around and fled immediately. The water blades were cutting back and forth, and there were splashes of blood and stumps everywhere in the air, which had a huge impact on morale.
The impact is much greater than that of a bombardment gun.
Hong Ye's heart moved, and she realized that the consumption of the sacrificial power used to suppress morale was increasing rapidly. If it continued like this, it might not last long.
At this time, the two sides were wrestling to see whether Wei Yuan would be unable to withstand the backlash of karma first, or whether the Wu clan's sacrificial power to suppress morale would be exhausted first.
Behind Hong Ye, the Holy Witch sighed: "This Wei Yuan is really difficult to deal with."
Hong Ye said coldly: "But he can only use this trick once. Withdraw troops first to rest, and then attack after regaining morale."
Following Hongye's order, the horns sounded in the Wu army, and the Wu army began to retreat. Seeing that the losses of the Wu army were not too much, and the Chinese army did not waver, and was still waiting for the formation, Wei Yuan did not order a pursuit, but only attracted more than a dozen
Missiles claimed more than 10,000 lives.
When the Wu tribe retreated, Wei Yuan immediately called in reserve troops, re-fortified the position, and then sent new troops to the front line to replace the crippled defenders.
Cui Yu came to Wei Yuan and gasped: "The Wu clan has learned to be smart."
"Indeed." Wei Yuan's face was solemn.
The morale of the witch clan was already shaken after being beaten, but after withdrawing and recharging the spell, their morale will stabilize, the consumption of the power of sacrifice will be greatly reduced, and they can persist for a longer period of time.
During the interval of the battle, a monk suddenly came in a hurry and said: "Several envoys from the imperial court came and brought an imperial edict. Mr. Zhang Sheng asked me to bring the imperial edict to you first."
Wei Yuan casually took the imperial edict and asked, "Where is the envoy?"
"They heard that there was a war going on at the front and didn't dare to come, so they handed over the imperial edict to us."
Wei Yuan immediately opened the imperial edict and browsed it hastily.
This imperial edict was very harshly worded, denounced Wei Yuan for "abusing the people, being violent and cruel", and believed that Wei Yuan was "ignorant of etiquette, shameless, and disregarded the teachings of the saints." At this moment, Wei Yuan was already "the target of thousands of people and reviled by everyone."
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After some rebuke, the imperial edict finally stated that the censor Zhu Xiaocun will come with Shang Fang's sword to inspect Qingming Yiying's affairs. During this period, he will act as the envoy of Dingxi, and Wei Yuan must hand over all power until the censor
The investigation will be completed until the court issues another decree.
This imperial edict was somewhat beyond Wei Yuan's expectations. He closed the edict and raised his head to look forward.
Ahead is a mountain of strong military energy. Countless Wu soldiers are rebuilding their morale and preparing for the next attack.
At the foot of Wei Yuan is the front line, with corpses everywhere. The surviving soldiers are pulling the corpses of their comrades out of the fortifications, temporarily moving them to the rear of the battle line, and then piling the corpses of the Wu clan in front of the fortifications to serve as temporary barriers.
There is nothing cruel or cruel here, there are only two outcomes: life and death. The means are not important at all, and no one cares. Everyone is desperately fighting for that insignificant glimmer of life.
The reason why Wei Yuan stood on the front line and shouldered the karma was because Human Fireworks calculated that if he did this, until the Red Lotus Bodhi could no longer bear the karma, the human race would lose six thousand warriors.
In the eyes of many court officials, and in the heart of the so-called Qingliu, these are just "merely" six thousand mortals, not even worthy of a special mention in the article.
But with these mere 6,000 people, Wei Yuan already felt that it was worth fighting on the front line of the battlefield, and it was worth shouldering the karma.
At this time, heavy footsteps came from behind Wei Yuan. When he looked back, he saw groups of mortal soldiers trotting towards the position under the leadership of the captain, filling the empty defense line.
Those faces include panic, fear, excitement or numbness. No matter what expression they have, they all have one thing in common: they look ordinary, even ugly.
It can be seen from their appearance that they are all refugees.
Those who are born well, regardless of gender, are unlikely to become refugees. Even if they do become refugees due to various reasons, they will never make it to the end, and will disappear halfway due to various reasons.
Wei Yuan knew that after this battle, most of the people in front of him would probably turn into corpses. From the beginning to the end, from the moment they became refugees, they never had the right to choose.
Wei Yuan opened the imperial edict and read it again, suddenly feeling a little funny.
Those so-called Qingliu, those who don't even dare to come to the frontline battlefield, would actually get angry and shout for the refugees in front of them? If the refugees were put in front of them, I'm afraid few would not cover their mouths and noses quickly.
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Is the so-called righteousness as simple as writing a few impassioned words on paper?
Wei Yuan suddenly tore the imperial edict into pieces, threw it on the muddy ground, and then said: "Go and invite some envoys over. I'll wait for them here."
The monk hesitated and said, "But the messenger seems unwilling to come."
Wei Yuan said calmly: "I'll wait for him here, will he dare to come?"
The monk immediately understood what Wei Yuan meant and hurried away.
Wei Yuan asked someone to call the Peacock Buddha Mother, sit down on a large stone, close your eyes and listen to the Peacock Buddha Mother's sermons. With the sound of the Peacock Buddha Mother's chanting, the surrounding atmosphere gradually became quiet and peaceful, and Wei Yuan had something about him.
Wisps of black energy were drawn out, and finally turned into a Buddhist bead in the hand of the Peacock Buddha Mother.
The chanting of scriptures was suddenly interrupted by a call: "I am the King of the Imperial Palace! The official of the imperial court! You are so bold and reckless, aren't you afraid of killing the nine tribes?!"
Wei Yuan opened his eyes, and the black energy on his body no longer leaked out.
There is no mistake, every song is published and every content is read one by one!
I saw a group of monks escorting five people in official uniforms over. The leader was wearing a sixth-grade uniform. He looked to be only in his thirties, quite young. He struggled hard and stared at his eyes.
He threatened the people around him, but the monks around him turned a deaf ear and escorted him all the way to the front of the formation.
Seeing Wei Yuan, the civil servant seemed to have a backbone in an instant. He straightened up his back and said loudly: "I am here with the imperial edict. I am an imperial envoy. Wherever I go, I feel like the King of Jin is personally present! Wei Yuan, you treat me like this,
Do you want to rebel?"
Wei Yuan said calmly: "To disturb the morale of the army, slap the mouth first."
Two fat, muscular, round-waisted monks suddenly jumped out from among the monks nearby. They spat a few mouthfuls of rich saliva into their palms, then rounded their big black-haired hands, and greeted the scholar Hanlin in the face!
As soon as there was a snap, the civil servant's face swelled up, and several teeth spurted out of his mouth.
Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and pointed forward, saying: "Hang a few wooden stakes here and hang a few adults on them, and let them see how the battle is fought."
Several people were immediately stunned. The place Wei Yuan pointed to was the front line of the battlefield. Any Witch Clan who didn't like them could kill them with one arrow.
But now Wei Yuan's men were all rolling out of the pile of dead people. Regardless of their howls, they carried several civil servants like chickens and tied them all to wooden stakes.
After everything was settled, Wei Yuan came to the envoy and said: "Wang Hanlin..."
The civil servant tried his best to put on a smile and said: "My surname is Sun! Sir Wei, can you please let me go? I am willing to go into battle with you to kill..."
"I understand." Wei Yuan made a gesture, and a monk next to him immediately took off the boots of a Wu clan corpse next to him, tore off a piece of blood-soaked and muddy foot-wrapped cloth, and gagged the Hanlin's mouth.
This monk's face was stained with blood, his eyes were sinister, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura. He didn't care at all about the muddy battlefield. It seemed that he couldn't smell the thick smell of blood and stench at all, and he didn't even care about the foot-binding cloth.
The divine flavor.
In fact, two years ago, this fierce-looking monk was also a handsome nobleman, one of the first sixteen young ladies from aristocratic families who came to Qingming with Cui Yu.
At this time, the sound of war drums sounded like a landslide in the distance, and the Wu Clan army regained its morale and came to kill again.
This battle lasted for an extremely long time. Hongye withdrew his army and reorganized three times before withdrawing. This was the fifth battle between Qing Ming and the Wu Clan. The Wu Clan suffered casualties of 190,000, and the human race died in more than 40,000.
This kind of battle loss ratio does not make Wei Yuan happy, because most of the Wu clan's dead in this battle were cannon fodder who were originally subordinates, rather than the elites from previous battles. In addition, it has become increasingly difficult to replenish Qingming's refugees, and even more
It was because he could not get a single refugee from Jin.
After the battle was over, Cui Yu came to Wei Yuan and said: "That Hanlin is still alive, but he was hit by seven or eight arrows and his legs were disabled."
"Since he's not dead, let him go. You can take care of it here, and I'll go see how the venue for the treasure appreciation conference is arranged."
"Okay, feel free to go. But I really don't understand. Don't these civil servants even understand the meaning of death? What good will it do them to destroy us?"
Wei Yuan chuckled and said: "You have led troops for a long time, and you have become naive again. For Qingliu, right or wrong is not important at all. The only important thing is whether he is a member of his own party. If the lips are dead and the teeth are cold? Even if the Jin Dynasty falls,
It is the King of Jin who is dead, it is you and me, not them. At worst, they can change their country and become officials, they will not lack glory and wealth."
Cui Yu looked serious and asked: "What should I do with that Hanlin? Do I really want to let him go? He will definitely bite you like a mad dog when he goes back."
Wei Yuan rose into the air and said in the air: "Someone used Qingliu to test me, and I want to test them too. Let Hanlin go back, just to see their reaction."
"Aren't you afraid that King Jin will blame you?"
Wei Yuan laughed and said, "Why does he blame us? We have never seen this Hanlin."
Chapter completed!