As Horton opened Pandora's box.
A plague ravaged the Great Xia, claiming the lives of many.
Social order collapsed, and major hospitals were overcrowded.
Dead bodies were everywhere on the streets, and maggots and flies crawled on the rotting wounds.
Many people, unable to bear the torment of the plague, committed suicide by hanging or jumping from buildings.
In short, in a short time, the Great Xia became a living hell, a scene of devastation.
If this continues, the city will inevitably collapse on its own.
The people are suffering terribly.
Great Xia Crisis!
Many people miss Ye Feng.
If Ye Tianshen were still alive, he would never allow such a thing to happen.
A border area on a plateau in Northwest China.
Horton stood atop a warship, clad in armor that gleamed coldly. Tall and imposing, his eyes were filled with savagery and bloodlust as he commanded the army to continue its advance.
The steel fleet swept across the Xuelong River with overwhelming force, breaking through the sea ice and completely encircling the border of the sea area where the Tiger Legion was located.
The anti-aircraft guns on the warships were aimed at the Tiger Legion's encampment.
The land warriors' battle group also arrived in a grand procession.
A dense array of tanks and cannons were aimed at the border of this region, their dark barrels emitting a cold, deathly glow.
Armored vehicles, transport vehicles, combat vehicles, and other military vehicles roared back and forth in front of the Great Xia Kingdom's gates all day long, raising clouds of dust.
A group of Japanese ronin, with long swords at their waists and sake jugs in their hands, were drunk and unrestrained. They used megaphones to challenge the martial artists of Great Xia inside the country's borders.
“You bunch of vermin from Great Xia, get out here and lick your grandfather’s boots.”
"Damn it, isn't Ye Feng supposed to be awesome? Let him come out here and watch Grandpa beat him up with one hand."
"Zhang Dabiao, come out and face your death! Why are you too scared to show your face? You coward, you coward!"
"I think from now on we should just call you cowards of the Great Xia Dynasty, hahaha!"
"Women from the Great Xia Dynasty are very radiant."
The Japanese ronin laughed wildly, extremely arrogant, and continued to hurl insults at the enemy for several days in a row.
The language was so vulgar and obscene that words could hardly describe it.
Previously, when Ye Feng swept through Japan...
These people were like rats, hiding in dark corners of ditches, trembling and afraid to show their faces.
Now, we know that Ye Feng died in a spacetime rift.
Only then do they dare to come out and show off.
The so-called ronin are actually the most disliked thugs and ruffians in Japan, and the scum of the martial arts world.
Each and every one of them has a long history of bad behavior.
They're a bunch of scum, trash, with absolutely no moral compass.
Horton sent them here to challenge them, simply to humiliate the warriors of Great Xia.
at the same time.
Horton gave a strong speech to Zhang Dabiao inside the city.
He was given only three hours to consider.
If they do not surrender within three hours, the order to massacre the city will be given.
At the critical moment, Zhang Dabiao also demonstrated the unyielding spirit expected of a soldier of the Great Xia Dynasty, responding forcefully.
They vowed to fight to the death with the city!
A war was thus ignited, with artillery fire raging along the border.
Smoke signals rose everywhere, warhorses neighed, and swords flashed like frost.
The enemy's army of warriors swarmed in like locusts.
The warriors of the Great Xia Dynasty fought back fiercely, and the two sides clashed so fiercely that blood flowed like a river, and the killing intent pierced the sky.
It is worth mentioning that Dongfang Sheng led his servants and ghost servants, along with tens of thousands of elites from the Blood Mist Sect, to come and provide support.
After recruiting and building up its ranks, the Blood Mist Sect now boasts a wealth of skilled fighters.
There are over two hundred experts at the early stage of the Martial King realm alone.
There are more than a dozen Kings of Martial rank 7 and above.
There are nearly a thousand martial arts masters among them.
They could no longer contain themselves, howling like a pack of wolves as they charged fearlessly towards the enemy warriors.
Dongfang Sheng, dressed in a long blue robe, held a large brush and wielded it amidst thousands of troops, splashing ink in mid-air.
The last time he witnessed the ancient saint subduing the Black Mountain Demon, he had a sudden realization and stepped into the realm of Martial Saint from Martial Soul.
In mid-air, one after another, large golden characters leaped out.
My hair stands on end in anger, as I lean against the railing, the rain has just stopped.
I looked up, raised my head and roared to the sky, my heart filled with intense emotions.
Thirty years of fame and fortune are but dust and dirt; eight thousand miles of road are but clouds and moon.
Don't let your youth slip away unnoticed.
What a pity!
The shame of the Jingkang Incident remains unavenged.
The hatred of the subjects, when will it end!
Drive a long chariot and break through the Helan Mountain pass.
With lofty ambitions, we feast on the flesh of the barbarians when hungry, and laughingly drink their blood when thirsty.
Let us start anew, reclaim our lost lands, and return to the imperial palace!
The poem "Man Jiang Hong" is written in one go, full of emotion and grandeur. It is tragic yet reveals a great spirit, as if Yue Fei has been reborn and is leading his iron cavalry straight to the enemy's capital.
Each character is like a powerful, vigorous stroke, exuding a majestic aura and containing the essence of the universe.
Thousands of enemy warriors who rushed in were killed on the spot, and blood mist filled the air.
At this moment, Dongfang Sheng, his blue robe fluttering, one hand behind his back, looked dashing and debonair.
It wasn't like being on a battlefield, but more like being in a study, in the ancient imperial examination hall, wielding a brush and ink to express one's patriotic feelings.
A mere scholar, yet he went to the battlefield to fight the enemy.
When the nation is in trouble, it is our duty to help.
The ghost servants followed closely behind, charging left and right.
Ever since Ye Feng slapped him to pieces while he was wearing an electric scooter helmet, Guipu realized the importance of protecting his head.
This time, they switched to a titanium alloy helmet, leaving only their eyes exposed, and their entire body was fully protected.
A first-rank martial arts master from Japan pounced upon the Eastern God, his invincible sword shadows multiplying into countless forms, enveloping the Eastern God. However, the latter calmly neutralized the attack with a large brush, his movements fluid and natural.
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