In early winter in November, although it will not snow in central Han, it can make people tremble with coldness.

The 300,000 army of the Ziyin Sect was heading towards the Xianyuan River with heavy steps. As long as they crossed this river, they would be the vast northern plain of the Han Kingdom that was boundless and unpredictable. At that time, they would be able to rely on their powerful military advantages to crush them all the way, defeat the Jiangchen army that emerged, break through Wunan City, and regain the occupied old nest of Ziyin Mountain.

However, when they arrived at the largest salt hill ferry on the Xianyuan River, they suffered a great loss. When the vanguard crossed the river on dozens of large ships at the ferry, they were beaten to the fallen water by the enemy suddenly appeared on the other side. Countless spirit stone shells were shot out from the ferry. The unprepared ship was immediately blown into pieces, and thousands of body refiners and Qi Refining Cultivators fell into the water and were drowned by the cold river water.

At the beginning, Huang Yongxing, the fourth elder of the Zi Yin Sect who was responsible for commanding the vanguard, did not take it seriously, because he believed that the army of the Tianmo Sect was hiding in the Tianmo City, and it was impossible for him to send so many people to block them. The Tianmo Sect army that appeared here should be just a small group of cultivators with spirit stone cannons.

However, when he ordered a wave of attack and was defeated again, he found that the opposite ferry had long been occupied by the army of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and the number of the opponent was quite large. Not only did he possess spirit stone cannons, but he even built fortifications at the ferry terminal, which obviously wanted to block the army of the Corpse Yin Sect here.

Now Huang Yongxing did not dare to neglect any more, and quickly ordered the vanguard troops to station on the shore, and then quickly repay his boss Yan Nantian.

"What? Elder Huang, you said that a large number of troops from the Heavenly Demon Sect appeared at the Yanqiu Ferry, with a population of at least 50,000, and there were more than 20 foundation-building cultivators?" Ma Guoqiang, the second elder of the Corpse Yin Sect, was also very surprised when he heard this. Because the result of his previous dispatch of detectives was that the army of the Heavenly Demon City was still huddled in the city and did not come out. Jiang Chen's army was still two hundred miles away and was heading towards the Heavenly Demon City.

"We have been sending people to monitor the army of Tianmo City, but we have not noticed any abnormal movements. We must have fallen into our previous suspicious plan, and we are worried that this retreat will be our old trick again. So Zilou dared not pursue it anymore. In my opinion, the person coming should be Jiang Chen's army." Yan Nantian said after thinking for a while.

"Jiang Chen? His troops should be heading straight to the Heavenly Demon City now! How could they appear in this place?" Huang Yongxing said a little disbelief.

"Xianyuan River is the last barrier in the north of Han Dynasty, and it is also the only natural barrier that can prevent us from going north. Since Jiang Chen can defeat Nan Nan and Tiezhu, he must be a man of both wisdom and courage. If he doesn't use this Yanqiu Ferry to block us, he doesn't have to worry me so much!" Yan Nantian showed a cruel smile on his face and said, "It's good! I just happened to crush him to avenge my sister and brother-in-law!"

"Sect Master, with our army's strength and your excellent command, it is not a problem to defeat the enemy!" Ma Guoqiang slapped Yan Nantian's flattery without a trace. Then he said with some concern: "But what if the army and Jiang Chen's troops are fighting fiercely, the army of Tianmo City attacks from behind us? In this way, our army will be attacked from both sides and the possibility of defeat will be extremely high!"

"Don't worry! I've seen through Zilou and the elders of the Tianmo Sect. They are all suspicious and conservative people, especially after suffering a few losses before, they will definitely focus on steady action and will not attack us with all their strength."

Yan Nantian disagreed and said, "Only Zixi may be a warlike daughter. But she only has one person after all, and it is impossible to influence the decision of the Presbyterian Church. At most, under her influence, they will send troops to attack our feint attack troops under the city. But the defensive measures we arranged before were not vegetarians... Even if they can destroy our feint attack troops, we have already returned to the north by this time. So you don't have to worry at all!"

When Ma Guoqiang heard Yan Nantian say this, Fang Zhanyan smiled and said, "It's better for the sect leader to think carefully and have such a thorough estimate of the enemy's senior psychology!"

"Haha. Fortunately, Tu Junde, the leader of the Tianmo Sect, has been sitting on Tianmo Mountain and dare not leave his mountain gate without hesitation. I dare to take risks like this. Otherwise, with the old guy's deep scheming, I dare not say that I could hide it from him!" Yan Nantian laughed and said, "Okay! Let's consider how to start the attack tomorrow..."

The three of them quickly agreed on the plan, and Huang Yongxing volunteered to express his willingness to redeem his sins and lead his army to attack first tomorrow.

...

Early the next morning, Huang Yongxing ordered the army of the Simon Sect to push out his spirit stone cannons and bombard them with the enemy on the other side. Their spirit stone cannons were numerous, and under the bombardment of a row of cannons, they quickly bombarded the spirit stone cannons of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Huang Yongxing, who was in charge of the attack, was overjoyed when he saw this and immediately ordered the vanguard to cross the Xianyuan River by hundreds of rafts. However, what he unexpectedly happened: hundreds of huge rocks suddenly flew out from the hill more than a hundred feet high behind the ferry, and then accurately smashed the rafts on the army of the Ziyin Sect like a meteorite, causing the monks of the Ziyin Sect who witnessed all this to be scattered.

The huge rock quickly smashed the first raft into pieces. The seven or eight physical refiners and the Qi Refining Cultivators who were sitting on it immediately flew with flesh and blood and screamed.

As the boulders continued to fall, the second, third and fourth rafts were quickly hit... But in a meal, the Xianyuan River was filled with fragments of rafts, as well as broken limbs and broken arms. The soldiers who were not dead were crying and howling in the river, and the blood stained the river water red.

"How could this happen? Could it be that there are many earth-type monks performing rockfall techniques behind the hill? But these stones clearly have no spiritual power fluctuations, they are obviously real huge rocks!" Huang Yongxing said in shock and angrily when he saw the tragic situation in the river.

Later, a monk under his commander had a sharp-eyed eye and reminded him: "Elder Huang, those stones seemed to be fired from a catapult, which caused us such great casualties."

"Takemaster?" Huang Yongxing was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then pointed to the hill and said, "But the salt hill is still dozens of feet away from the river bank, and the river bank is more than a hundred feet wide, and the distance is probably not less than one hundred and fifty feet away. How can the enemy's catapult be thrown so far?"

After hearing this, the monk said with a bitter face: "Elder Huang, have you forgotten that the north wind is blowing now, and the people are doing well... and they are firing huge rocks from the hill, and their range is naturally much longer, so our spirit stone cannon cannot hit others."

Huang Yongxing was silent after hearing this. Because he also knew that the range of the spirit stone cannon was only more than a hundred feet long. It would be good to hit the other side of the river, so how could it be hit on the hill?

At this moment, Wan Liang, who was commanding the stone casting machine to launch, saw that the rafts in the river had been sunk all the time, so he commanded his subordinates to throw huge rocks into the enemy group on the other side.

At this moment, because there was no boat to get on, the army of the Yin Sect, which was crowded into a turbulent squad on the shore, was suddenly broken and broken. It was like a pot of explosion, and fled backwards in a panic. It took Huang Yongxing a long time to finally regroup the troops. But it was already afternoon.

Seeing that he could not break through the enemy's defense during the day, Huang Yongxing ordered to bury the pot of fried rice at dusk and wait until it was dark before attacking. In his opinion, even if these catapults could hit far, they would never be able to see clearly at night.

However, Huang Yongxing did not expect that when his troops got off the water, the opposite side immediately became brightly lit, and many fireballs and tracer bombs exploded over the Xianyuan River, illuminating the river surface like daytime.

In this way, the army of the Corpse Yin Sect who were crossing the river naturally became living targets for scattering machines. One raft after another was smashed by huge rocks. The river was filled with floating corpses and fragments of the raft, and blood stained the Xianyuan River red...
Chapter completed!