When Jiang Wenhuan walked into the cell, Yuan Futong looked at the jade on his waist and finally confirmed that something had changed in Donglu.

In this era, there were no official uniforms, only jade pendants. Nobles of different status wore different jade pendants.

Jiang Wenhuan's original title of "Little Marquis" was an honorific title. He did not have a title. Only by taking a step further could he be worthy of the status of a prince.

The number one among the eight hundred princes has changed.

Yuan Futong composed himself: "Where is Jiang Huanchu?"

Jiang Wenhuan said calmly: "My father will enjoy his life in peace. He envies Xibohou for having many heirs. I will let him get his wish."

Yuan Futong: "..."

I don’t know whether I should praise you for being filial or unfilial.

But the most important thing is the governing policy: "It seems that you are also determined to reform!"

Jiang Wenhuan gave a sincere salute: "For the future of Donglu and the future of the human race, I must make changes. Without Mr. Hou's actions, it would be difficult for me to promote the New Deal in Donglu. Thank you Mr. Hou!"

Indeed, those who freed slaves first would inevitably encounter the greatest resistance.

Yuan Futong set an example and led the army to suppress the situation. For many Donglu nobles who were in constant panic, the reform of the New Deal was forced to take down the most stubborn Jiang Huanchu. With Jiang Wenhuan's prestige and means, Donglu would soon be

Change the world.

At this time, Jiang Wenhuan had to do one more thing: "Master Hou, you have three hours to escape from Donglu, please seize it!"

Yuan Futong took a deep breath: "Okay!"

He stood up calmly and followed Jiang Wenhuan out.

Jiang Huanchu needs a reason to abdicate.

After finally capturing his archenemy Yuan Futong and letting him escape, this was the appropriate reason for him to apologize to the people of the country and abdicate to pass on his son.

The only person who can best control the North Sea slave army is Yuan Futong.

His return this time is also a good thing for Donglu who does not want to win through bloodbath.

The war will be calmed down as much as possible. The leaders of both sides have become reform parties. Naturally, they have a tacit understanding and can use external pressure to complete the integration of internal forces and strengthen their respective strengths.

Then in this way, it affects other princes and changes the status of slaves in other princely countries.

This is an arduous and complicated process, but Yuan Futong is no longer wavering, and Jiang Wenhuan is determined to complete it even if he bears the infamy.

Dong Bohou personally escorted Yuan Futong out of Donglu City and quickly said: "Be careful!"

The original mount must not be given away, that would be too fake. Yuan Futong mounted the horse, nodded and said: "I understand!"

The one who is careful is not others but Master Wang.

Although His Majesty King Zhou maintains the Humanity Academy and spreads knowledge, the reinforcements sent are not necessarily from the Reform Party. Calculating the time, the Wushen Guard on the Jiuyi side should not be able to hold back the King's army...

Their prediction was correct. When Yuan Futong rushed to the direction of his army overnight, the closer he got, the more he heard the shouts of killing rising to the sky.

"Wen Zhong!"

Yuan Futong immediately abandoned his horse and approached secretly, and soon his heart sank.

He saw the iconic male and female whips. Wen Zhong, the grand master of that day, was sitting on the Mo Qilin, taking the lead and leading 30,000 elite troops to attack his main formation.

At this time, the formation has changed its formation, the chariots have spread out, and the center is full of warriors wearing armor, holding sharp long swords in their hands, and thousands of shields have been raised, forming an airtight formation.

Circle array.

There is a gap between every two shields, just enough for Chang Ge to pass through. The overall look is like a huge iron hedgehog, with countless long bronze thorns sticking out densely.

Xuanwu Formation!

If this formation had been used earlier, even Chen Qi's magic would not have been able to capture Yuan Futong.

It was precisely because they learned the lesson of underestimating the enemy and were frightened by Wen Zhong's reputation that the Beihai army chose this formation, and the person who issued the order was Yuan Futong's son.

"Idiot! This prince's son is really far worse than Jiang Wenhuan!"

But Yuan Futong's face turned ugly and he cursed in a low voice.

This Xuanwu Formation is really stupid to use.

It seems that the entire military formation is like a crawling Xuanwu, slow but never stopping. It seems that the enemy has nowhere to start, but don't forget that Beihai's real support is the more than 200,000 slaves.

Now that all the elites and generals of the Chinese army are hiding under the protection of the Xuanwu Formation, the only slaves that can be counted on are the war slaves who have been promoted to squad captains.

These war slaves have received military training, but have no experience in the art of war. They rely entirely on their master's orders and watch the flags act. At this time, the Chinese army is directly isolated. Of course, the flags and other flags are all on strike. They are also confused. They think they are male and female.

The double whips turned into golden dragons, soaring in mid-air. Frightened, they immediately started to rush in confusion.

"Wai!"

Wen Zhong was afraid of commanded slaves. This kind of unorganized mob, not to mention two hundred thousand, one million, was useless, so he immediately launched an encirclement and suppression campaign.

As a result, the army was defeated like a mountain, and large numbers of slaves laid down their weapons and chose to surrender.

When these slaves are taken away by Wen Zhong, only the turtle shell in the middle is left, what can they do?

“After all, it’s still a step too slow!”

Yuan Futong could no longer return to the Chinese Army, so he sighed deeply.

In fact, he knew that even if he was still in the army, if he wanted to confront Wen Zhong, the imperial master of the dynasty who possessed extraordinary powers, he would probably end up in a disastrous defeat.

At best, it can cause some losses to the Dashang army and end in a tragic battle.

But Ci does not control the army, Yuan Futong would rather lose both sides.

He believed that such a record could prove that slaves could unleash huge power.

Even if Beihai failed, it would still be an honor, and the effort would be worth it.

Unfortunately, by mistake, he was captured. Wen Zhong immediately attacked again and won a brilliant victory, eliminating the Beihai rebels at the minimum cost.

This is a serious blow to the reformists!

At this moment, the Chinese army Xuanwu raised his head and waved his tail, turned left and round, and began to prepare to escape.

Wen Zhong sneered, and based on the terrain and the defensive measures he had established, he arranged six circular formations, large and small, in random order, surrounding Xuanwu in the center.

These six circular formations are close to each other, with gaps in the middle for a small number of tanks to pass through and attack. Each two circles are closely spaced, not only connected for support, but also cleverly maintaining their independence, constantly wearing down the momentum of Xuanwu, and at the same time projecting long distances.

The spear struck those shields.

Ding ding dong dong!

Sounds like raindrops continued to sound, and the soldiers holding shields became more and more overwhelmed. They wanted to grit their teeth and hold on, but their arms fell slowly as if they were not obeying their orders.

Once the shield was no longer available, the Dashang army's counterattack immediately came, screams continued, and the huge Xuanwu was being eaten, becoming weaker and weaker.

Wen Zhong's majestic voice sounded like angry thunder, resounding in his ears: "Put down your weapons and surrender to the heavenly army. I can still spare your lives and bring you back to Chao Ge for trial. If you continue to resist, you will be killed without mercy!"

A young voice came from within the formation, with a high-spirited attitude that looked forward to death: "We are going to die anyway, we would rather die on the battlefield!"

Wen Zhong said angrily: "You are willing to die. What about these soldiers? Don't they have wives, children, and children?"

There was no sound inside.

When Wen Zhong wanted to persuade him to surrender again, a cold voice suddenly sounded from above: "It's useless to talk more, just kill them all!"

Wen Zhong raised his head and found that at some point, a large fire cloud had gathered there.

It was transformed into three thousand fire dragon soldiers, and a bright red meteor emerged from the center.

Wen Zhong opened his eyes and took a closer look. Where was the meteor? It was clearly the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit falling from the sky. It was like a heavy punch of the God of Fire hitting the earth, with the power to destroy everything, and it hit straight down!

"Senior Sister Huo Ling! Stop it!"

Wen Zhong was shocked and turned pale.

The Madonna of the Fire Spirit whom he knew well, although she was fiery and had a standard bad temper, she was not so cruel.

At this time, the look in his eyebrows was full of violence, and he completely lost his immortality, like a terrifying demon, showing his true face in Lushan.

Fortunately, seeing that Wen Zhong could not stop the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, a man flew out from the army, and his Taoist robe shone brightly.

That is the robe awarded by the academy!

Before the expedition, the magic weapon granted by Huang Shang, the leader of Humanity!

"Jiang Shang, whose name is Ziya, come here to learn from me!"

The wearer turned out to be Jiang Ziya, who had failed in his cultivation of immortality.

This undergraduate, who had the blessings of the human world but no luck of immortality, was blessed by the power of humanity. He went wild like a teenager and became more majestic than ever before. The Eight Diagrams appeared all over his body and collided with the bolide falling from the sky.

Boom!

A ball of fire exploded from the ground, the blazing fireworks swayed crazily, the rolling fire waves rose into the sky like a volcano erupting, and golden sparks flew all over the sky.

The Xuanwu formation was directly blasted away, and Wen Zhong's army also retreated. All the slaves closed their eyes, but the strong light still stung their eyes with severe pain and left tears.

After a while, they opened their eyes and were shocked to find that a sea of ​​fire had ignited in the center in front of them, and two people were fighting inside.

Jiang Ziya rotated his hands lightly, forming a huge Bagua pattern in the sky, frantically absorbing all the spiritual energy around him, and sending frightening huge fluctuations that suddenly spread throughout the battlefield.

With this foundation, his hexagram combinations were easy to come by. He was a waste material that had no achievements in the immortal world, but he was like a fish in water in the human world, and he could withstand the sharpness of the Holy Mother of the Fire Spirit.
To be continued...