Wang Pu in the late Ming Dynasty

Fortunately, this is a salt lake. Even if it is as cold as a knife scraping your bones, there is only a thin layer of white ice on the lake surface, like fog. The water under the thin ice can flow, so water attack is feasible. To the northwest of Stone City, young and strong people from six tribes gathered, densely packed in a zigzag shape, using various simple tools to dig canals. They are working for the Divine Armor Camp, which is what the later world calls the Imperial Army. But on the grassland where strength is respected and morality is not the least, there is no need for any distracting thoughts to be loyal to the victor. The kneeling postures of various tribes are not only smooth, but almost eager to be the first, fearing to be the last.

Zhao Xiao stood on a high place, and he seemed to see a brand new way of doing business, letting the Mongols capture the Mongols and send them here to sell them to the Han people as slaves. Is this feasible? It needs to be reported to the colonial company, so that they can send people to sign contracts with these surrendered Mongolian tribes.

In the distance opposite him, Zhang Xiuying, the saint of the White Lotus Sect, was preparing to perform a ritual. Ever since she saw that the Divine Armor Camp was going to flood Baicheng, Zhang Xiuying knew that something was wrong. When this stone city was built, they only thought of resisting the Mongols. The Mongols had no tools, so they naturally couldn't dig a canal that was dozens of miles long, so this city had no means to prevent flooding.

Who could have expected that the Han and the Mongols would join forces. The Han provided tools and the Mongols provided manpower, which just happened to defeat her. Once flooded, no matter how deep the trenches in the city were, they would be useless. Moreover, the soil here was soft, and many bunkers would collapse after the water soaked through the foundation. At that time, the Divine Armor Camp would attack without any effort.

She had to perform a ritual and beg the White Lotus Holy Mother Bodhisattva to send down great magic power to kill the evil spirits in front of her. But she was unsure, because she had never had real magic power, and it was all some tricks with the help of props. At this time, how could a small trick be of any use?

"It's the damned Divine Armor Camp again. Why do they always oppose me? I can't doubt the Holy Mother of White Lotus. I need to be sincere to summon my magic power." Zhang Xiuying thought secretly, and made a complex seal with thousands of changes in her hands, and shouted: "Om Mani Padme Hum!" A ball of blue flame rose behind her, and it was like a ghost protecting the saint. The scene was shocking. The scouts of the Divine Armor Camp who were watching from a distance were in a commotion, and some even fell off their horses.

The White Lotus Sect members followed and recited the scriptures loudly. This was the Maitreya Sutra read out in a long tone. They spoke in unison, and seemed well-trained, so that every word was clearly heard by the people around them.

"It turned out to be a platform for rituals." Zhao Xiao suddenly realized that since the construction of the canal started here, the thieves inside had been working day and night to build this high platform. "Damn it, I should have used artillery earlier." Zhao Xiao looked up and around, somewhat worried about the appearance of a powerful magical phenomenon.

"Zhao, Lord Zhao, what should we do?" Seeing the scouts fall off their horses one after another, the battle-hardened scribe of the Hundred-Man Corps had to believe in evil, and his face turned pale and begged.

The north wind on the Mongolian grasslands flows swiftly, and there are occasional strange weather. The locals are used to it and just think that all things have spirits and the Eternal Heaven is above, but the White Lotus Sect will take these days as a sign of evil.The time of the phenomena was recorded one by one, and then compiled into a book and passed down to future generations. The various sects of the White Lotus Sect rose and fell over the past hundreds of years, and each time they could stir up a wave of storms, each with its own essence. As a former candidate for the Saint, Zhang Xiuying had memorized these books since she was a child, and had already integrated them. When she had nothing to do, she could guess the arrival of the phenomena in the sky, and she could get it right seven or eight times out of ten. She stole a glance at the sky, and it turned out that this time was the easiest to gather energy. There seemed to be a light in the sky, like a miracle, piercing into the mortal world like a sword from the gap in the yellow clouds.

Zhao Xiao also saw this light. He remembered that Wang Pu had used cavalry to destroy the Xianghe bandit army in the past. That bandit army was also very magical. It can be seen that the Divine Armor Camp has the gift of exorcism. This gift should come from the founder Wang Pu, after all, Wang Pu has never been afraid of these evil spirits. Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaotian's fearless and reckless nature got the better of him, and he cursed: "Damn it, if we don't capture this city, we will be punished. This crime is not small, so there is no room for negotiation. If gods come, kill gods, if Buddhas stand in the way, kill Buddhas." He immediately ordered to fire at the demon who was practicing on the high platform.

The gunners operated the artillery tremblingly, calculated the various elements and fired, and a row of artillery fired. Zhang Xiuying saw the flashing fire in the Ming army outside the city, and she knew it was not good. She had seen the amazing accuracy of the artillery of the Divine Armor Camp, so she instinctively crouched down and lay down. The artillery projectiles arrived in an instant with the light, and the whistling sound of breaking wind drilled into her ears like a spike, making Zhang Xiuying's heart seem to burst out of her chest. She screamed again and rolled several times. She knew that it was all over now. The White Lotus Sect survived in this foreign land, relying entirely on a kind of inexplicable worship. The saint was the carrier of this worship. Once the saint lost her composure, Everything will be irreversible, and all the collapse will only take a moment. Moreover, Zhang Xiuying recalled the warning of her master. If she loses her composure in front of others, she must immediately execute anyone who has seen her lose her composure. If she loses her composure in front of everyone, she will be killed. Then she must try to escape immediately. When the followers wake up, they will definitely feel resentment. The resentment of being deceived for many years is not trivial. Many followers have abandoned their family property and abandoned their wives and children to seek refuge. Once they regret it, the pious and well-behaved followers will suddenly become as violent as tigers, wolves and beasts. Since the establishment of the White Lotus Sect hundreds of years ago, five saints have been besieged and killed by the followers, and all died in horrible ways.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiuying shouted and jumped up. Her body trembled violently, and the guardian followers around her were shouting, Saint, please invite the gods, please invite the gods. Then the blue flame suddenly increased several times, and this scene frightened everyone, but the artillery outside the city continued to fire. Zhang Xiuying suppressed her fear and took another round of artillery head-on. She only felt her legs and feet weak, and the surrounding soil and rocks splashed and the magnificent spectacle of flowers bloomed, which made her more majestic in the hearts of the believers, but she knew that she could not hold on any longer, and the artillery would only become more and more accurate.

Zhao Xiao outside the city was surprised and could not help muttering: "The artillery kept hitting the wrong target. It was indeed a demon with magic. However, it's good that the artillery didn't get pushed back. Let's wait and see. There will always be a time when your magic power is exhausted."

But Zhang Xiuying's brewing courage did not come. Before the opposite artillery was ignited, she was defeated and fell from the altar, fled in panic, shouting: "The Divine Armor Battalion is a demon army commanded by the devil, and it can't even defeat the Mother of No Life."

Seeing the defeat of the Venerable Saint, the White Lotus Sect members were all horrified and dared not stay to die. They swarmed in panic. The Divine Armor Battalion outside the city cheered loudly. Zhao Xiao laughed and said to his left and right: "No wonder the general has never been afraid of demons and evil spirits. It turns out that our army formation has its own murderous aura to ward off evil spirits."

"Yes, we have never lost since the formation of the army. The Eastern Tartars asked us to beat them up. I think we have cultivated the murderous aura of breaking the army. This murderous aura of breaking the army is very powerful. It is said that ghosts and gods will hide far away when they see this murderous aura. How dare they come to our army to be presumptuous." A fire gun 100-man team next to him said proudly.

"Is there such a saying? You should have said it earlier. However, it is not too late now. Tell your subordinates what you said later and take the opportunity to boost morale. You brothers have been wronged by walking on ice and snow in such a bitter cold place. After returning, I will ask for credit for everyone. Each of you will be given a Mongolian slave and two horses. How about it?"

"Sir, there is no need for horses. Poor families can't afford horse grass, so they can only sell them to landlords. They can't bargain and suffer losses. Cows are more useful."

"Okay, then, change it to two cows." Zhao Xiao nodded decisively, but muttered unwillingly: "Cows are the favorites of farmers, but we are soldiers. Soldiers should have a promising future and raise horses." As for why soldiers should have a promising future, he couldn't say it. He just vaguely heard Wang Pu say this, but he couldn't even remember when. Nowadays, civil officials are more important than military officials. People all over the world believe that everything is inferior except for reading. There is a folk proverb that a good man does not serve in the army, and iron does not make nails. If the so-called soldiers should have a promising future, if those masters hear it, they will laugh at it at best, and even hang it up and beat it. Wang Pu is the best in the army, and he has become a vassal army leader who can't even be controlled by the court and obeys orders but not announcements, so he dares to say this in public.

"Yes, is that so." The people around were also stunned when they heard it, just thinking it was nonsense. Occasionally, some people thought more deeply, but they could only smile bitterly when thinking about reality.

If Wang Pu wins the world in the future, soldiers like us will have a good life. Zhao Xiao was happy in his heart, and he would not be looked down upon. Such a world is worth fighting for.

"Look, the demon light is gone." At this time, someone pointed to the sky and exclaimed. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and sure enough, the sword-shaped golden light that pierced the mountains and rivers from the sky disappeared into thin air.

"The magic power of the demon in the city is very strong, but it's a pity that we are the ones who encountered it."

"I saw this light when I was a child. I think there must be something big on that day. Oh, by the way, a master died nearby. Well, he must have been killed by this demon light."

In the city, Zhang Xiuying was thinking about escaping through the tunnel, but she looked at the sky. The floating light of the broken clouds was bright, the wind was clear and there was no turbid fog. She could still see a hundred steps away. If she got out of the tunnel at this time, what would she do if she encountered the scouts of the God Armor Camp?

She returned to Lanxin Palace again. There were many tables and chairs made of silver, and even the screens around wereIt was hollowed out from three huge silver plates. A candlestick would shine brightly. The shadows in the hollowed-out part of the screen were clearly visible. It was a woman holding a fruit basket, hoping that Gu Shengzi would look back. Thinking that these beloved objects would fall into the hands of the enemy and be played with and divided by the stinky men of the government army, she became depressed and couldn't hold her breath. She drew her sword and chopped and chopped in anger. Until the sword was blunt and could no longer chop the silver objects, she sat down in front of the bed unwillingly, and suddenly jumped up again. She had a hostage, a scout of the Shenjia Camp who was captured a few days ago, a soldier named Han Chengyu.

Without saying a word, she took her confidants to the Yehua Palace in Poye. This cave was gloomy and narrow, and there was a strong stench inside. Few people came here normally. But at this moment, she ran into a group of people head-on. The second senior brother, the pretty boy, also came with his men.

"Cai Deli, what are you doing here? You should go to the city gate. There must be no mistakes there." Seeing this pretty boy, Zhang Xiuying was secretly relieved. She was usually very kind to this man, and thought that he would not embarrass her today. Thinking of him daring to take advantage of her favor and neglect his duties at the critical moment of the Holy Church's survival, she could not help but feel a little annoyed, and her tone was also harsh and urgent.

I thought that the second brother would retreat in fear, but he hesitated for a long time, but did not move, and there seemed to be an unknown flame in his eyes. Zhang Xiuying secretly said that it was not good. She was a saint, and she had been trained since childhood to see through people's hearts. At this moment, the man's eyes were clearly full of disloyalty, changing and flashing, and his face was even more uncertain. Obviously, he was still weighing the pros and cons. This time is extremely dangerous. Master Zhang Tianshi taught her that the current situation should be used to intimidate the heartless. She also remembered it clearly, but she hesitated, because she lost the battle with the Divine Armor Camp outside the city. Without the sacred power of the past, would she lose her temper at this moment and make the second senior brother angry and embarrassed.

This hesitation determined the victory or defeat. The second senior brother was also the most shrewd person who knew people's hearts. He immediately shouted: "Catch the saint girl and offer her to the outsiders. Not only can you survive, but you can also get a reward. Brothers, do it."

"Okay, okay."

"Okay. It's like this. Besides, her magic power is not good. She must have broken the precepts and was disliked by the Holy Mother. We are not rebellious against the Holy Mother."

The group of people brought by the second senior brother were obviously a mob put together at the last minute. At this moment, no one dared to take the lead.

"Cai Deli, you are ungrateful. The Saint is so good to you. When you got sick, she even made medicine for you personally." The servants beside the Saint came out angrily and pointed at the second brother and scolded him.

The second brother suddenly had an idea and said, "Yes, she is very good to me. How can she not be good as a mistress?"

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, shocking everyone present. Zhang Xiuying shouted angrily and drew her sword to stab him desperately.

The Saint had an affair with someone, which was the first commandment of the church. She should be burned to death. Zhang Xiuying was both shocked and terrified at this moment, and fear accounted for most of it. After all, she was a woman, and swordsmanship was not her forte. The swordsmanship of the second brotherThe deep essence prevailed. At this time, a word came out from the cave. Whether the saint girl is having an affair is a big deal in the sect. I need to distinguish clearly. Stop it.

In the White Lotus Sect, the leading positions are divided into saint girls and professional women. Saint girls are in the light, and they are used to win people's hearts. Therefore, saint girls are mostly raised by carefully selecting beautiful embryos from all over the country. Professional women are the main judges, and they use terror to shock the followers. Therefore, professional women are carefully selected from all kinds of freaks from all over the country. Everyone is afraid of them like ghosts, and they only dare to call them women.

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