"Master, there is no ambush ahead!"

"Explore again!"

Two brave young generals came forward to report. Their names were Ji Li and Yu Qing. They were both disciples of Wen Zhong and fourth-generation disciples of Jie Jiao.

In the army, they are all treated according to their official positions. This time they also acted as vanguards to find out the strength of the enemy's troops.

When the slaves were obtained and formed an army, there were two hundred thousand in number. Under the huge number of enemy troops, even Wen Zhong was a little afraid of the enemy.

It's not about fear of failure, but about preventing a crushing victory.

Slaves fighting for freedom, no matter how much morale they had, could not compete with formally trained soldiers. However, due to the huge disparity in numbers between the two sides, a real head-on fight would cause huge casualties to the merchant army.

If the 30,000-strong central army commanded by Wen Zhong is really lost in the battle with Beihai, then Donglu Cola will bloom.

In the same way, Donglu could not accept the disastrous victory of both sides, so he held on to the city and waited for the arrival of the counter-rebellion army, wishing that they would charge into the battle first.

Both sides are avoiding close combat with the rebels, hoping that the other side will take the lead. This clever game is the difficulty of this battle, and it is also the reason why Wen Zhong is willing to be ordered to put down the rebellion.

What surprised Wen Zhong was that in the next few days, he did not detect any enemy situation.

As we got closer and closer to Donglu, we sent out a group of scouts to patrol around, but we still couldn't find the whereabouts of the rebels.

Seeing that the marching speed was getting slower and slower, Shen Gongbao didn't understand: "Isn't it in line with our army's wishes not to take the lead in fighting the rebels?"

Jiang Ziya said: "Beihai Yuan Futong is a man who knows the troops. Since he has an army of 200,000, he should divide his troops to hinder the reinforcements. Just now we passed through three dangerous places and could have set up ambushes, but Yuan Futong let us go all the way. It is really strange!"

Shen Gongbao said: "Perhaps Yuan Futong gave up on stopping us and wanted to conquer Donglu in one go?"

Jiang Ziya shook his head slightly: "Something's not right..."

"Report! There is an enemy attack from the front!"

At this moment, a sharp shout finally came. Wen Zhong immediately changed his formation. He opened his eyes on his forehead and looked forward. He saw three thousand strange soldiers on the plain in the distance, already in formation, silently

wait.

Each soldier is tall and slender, with bronze-colored skin all over his body. His upper body is naked, and his muscles are bulging in graceful lines, like sculptures, full of power and charm.

The only drawback is that these soldiers have no facial features and their faces are bare, which is very scary.

Obviously, they are not human beings at all, nor are they normal creatures, but humanoid warriors whose energy and spirit have been condensed into a ball and tempered countless times.

"Witch God Guard?"

"Yuan Futong's real support is the Jiuyi who have sealed the mountains!"

Wen Zhong's face darkened, and Jiang Ziya also exclaimed.

No one thought that the Nine Barbarians, who were almost guaranteed to withdraw from the stage of history, would actually go out to help the Beihai princes who had had friction in the past.

The ones dispatched were the Shaman Guards from the Ancestral Court of Shiwanda Mountain, the last trump card left by Chi You to the tribe.

On the hilltop behind, the Jiuyi High Priest was sitting on the ground, with sharp long swords inserted around his body, forming a military formation around him.

He is the reincarnation god and demon, the Night King!

It would be difficult for a normal high priest of Jiuyi to make such a decision and use Jiuyi's last trump card to promote civil strife in Dashang, but the Night King obviously does not lack courage.

After cooperating with Wei Ziqi and forcing Jiuyi to close the mountain, he did not give up. Instead, he kept paying attention to the external situation and then took action at the most appropriate time.

The Night King didn't know what exactly Yue Guan was doing, but he asked for instructions, and Yue Guan agreed.

Only when the situation is chaotic can there be room for reincarnation to flourish, and this is the purpose of the divine descending plan.

"Soldiers!"

At this time, following the Night King's order, the three thousand witch-god guards suddenly raised their heads, and streams of masculine blood rose into the sky, forming the shape of a demon god in mid-air, and slashed forward with both hands.

call!

A sharp light appeared in the sky, like a shooting star passing through the sky and a blazing sun piercing the clouds, striking towards the army led by Wen Zhong.

Strong and sharp, destroy everything!

It was as if the military leader Chi You was resurrected, with a powerful strike of demonic power!

"Royal!"

Wen Zhong's reaction was also extremely fast. He slapped Mo Qilin's butt, and his two whips soared like dragons, spiraling out and heading straight towards him.

In order to buy time, among the 30,000 troops behind him, thousands of chariots roared out, turned into horses and crossed the sky, rushing towards them.

The horse first pursued speed, spanning the sky like the Milky Way, and then divided into five groups, faintly transforming into a huge hand.

The palm of the hand is fully visible, outlining the vast land, where countless creatures are cultivating and reproducing. The palm is open, and the five fingers are hanging down. It is more like five mountains standing high in the sky, falling suddenly, blocking and suppressing the four directions!

This is Wen Zhong's Taoism echoing the Five Mountains, combined with the changes in the earth spirit in the military formation, offensive and defensive alerts, thirty thousand warriors who have been fighting for a long time attack, setting off the might of the heavenly army, like the surging sea tide, the angry waves crashing on the shore, towards the witch god soldiers

Go!

Boom!

When the two touched each other, the originally bright light suddenly became sharp and dazzling, as if billions of sharp golden strings shot out, shuttled and intertwined in the void.

That was Chi You's military master showing off his power.

Fortunately, Jiuyi has reached the point where it is now struggling to survive. It is no longer the Jiuli tribe that used to compete with Xuanyuan Huangdi in the Central Plains. The dispersion of the golden light means that the other party is at a disadvantage.

"Today I will completely destroy the Nine Barbarians and put an end to this scourge!"

Wen Zhong stared with three eyes, majestic, and waved his whip, blasting one after another of the witch god guards into flesh and blood, and then scattered into ashes, as if he had the intention of killing them.

"As expected of Wen Zhong, it seems that it is impossible to eliminate you, so let's change it!"

The Night King didn't feel bad at all. He didn't refine it anyway. With a backhand move, the remaining shaman soldiers retreated like lightning, began to distance themselves, and assumed a bow and arrow posture, using the big sinew as the bowstring.

Qi and blood turned into arrows, which began to target the merchant chariots one by one.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

As soon as this tactic was changed, it immediately caused great trouble for the merchant army. The bodies of the war horses began to fall, and the chariots crashed one after another.

The chariot is the earliest mounted unit, and is pulled by horses. A dozen soldiers can stand on the chariot behind it. If necessary, it can fly into the air and the horse can ride on the void.

Emperor Dou shed tears when he saw it. The horse could actually fly. It was so terrifying!

Now it's no longer possible, they are being sniped one by one by the Witch God Guards.

They killed horses, and when they heard Zhong's male and female whips, they killed them. Both sides exchanged their prizes, and the crowd was like a wave, surging, and the collision produced sprays of blood.

But it seemed that it was the Dashang army that suffered in the end. Their speed was getting slower and slower. In order to avoid losing touch with the larger army, Mo Qilin braked suddenly and finally stopped.

Wen Zhong had to change his tactics and let the chariot's spiritual energy flow and slowly push forward.

"Let's spend it slowly!"

The Night King smiled.

This tactic was to delay the Shang Dynasty's reinforcements at the expense of the continuous demise of the Wushen Guards.

If it were an ordinary army, faced with such a fatal order, their morale would have been depleted and they would collapse at the first touch.

But the wizard soldiers are not living beings, and there is no possibility of being afraid of battle, so the next journey to Donglu can last ten days and a half.

Indeed, in the next few days, Wen Zhong's army struggled with the Wushen Guards, and their march was so slow that they only moved a hundred miles.

During this period, Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao also proposed many strategies, but the Night King did not care about Jiuyi's future. No matter what strategies the other party used, they remained unchanged, leaving them helpless.

"It seems that we can only escape by killing all the Witch God Guards!"

Wen Zhong calmed down and spent time with the other party.

It's not a loss to be able to kill all Jiuyi's last supporters. I hope Donglu can hold on under the army of 200,000 slaves!

After another ten days, only the last five hundred of the Witch God Guards were left, and the Night King began to target food and grass.

Seeing that under Jiuyi's final counterattack, Wen Zhong's army's baggage was also going through a test, suddenly there was a sound of wind tearing apart the sky and the earth in mid-air.

Wen Zhong and Night King raised their heads at the same time, looked over, and saw a fire dragon flying down with its fangs and claws spread.

Boom!

The sky seemed to be on fire, everything in the path of the fire dragon was burned, and even the air was burned away.

Everything boils! Everything burns! Everything turns to ashes!

The Witch God Guard disappeared in an instant, and the space he was in was crimson and twisted, like a wooden house on fire, which was completely destroyed!

"charge!"

Wen Zhong shouted loudly without hesitation, and Mo Qilin stepped forward with all four hooves, crashing into the air. The formation of the Witch God Guard was torn apart like a bank broken by the storm.

The fire dragon that swooped down actually dispersed and turned into three thousand Taoist soldiers, stepping on the broken limbs and broken arms, like rolling waves, dancing into waves of blood.

The two armies attacked from front to back and were unstoppable, directly killing the last Witch God Guard on the spot.

"When did Senior Sister Huo Ling's Fire Dragon Soldiers become so tyrannical?"

Wen Zhong looked at the wind and fire that covered the sky, and a female fairy wearing a golden crown slowly fell down, revealing a strong look of surprise.

Because the person who came was none other than the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, a disciple of Taoist Duobao, who had trained three thousand fire dragon soldiers who could control the Samadhi fire, and was second to none among the three generations of Jiejiao disciples.

Wen Zhong thought to himself that he was no match for the Fire Spirit Virgin, but the opponent's Fire Dragon Soldiers should not be so powerful, and at this time, the Fire Spirit Virgin's eyes looked strange as never before.
To be continued...