"Your Majesty has been appointed by Heaven, may you live long and prosper!"

"Long live His Majesty!" The Southern Dynasty soldiers in the city and on the city walls did not sense the whistling sword light. They were still deeply immersed in the miracle of the Emperor's second resurrection from the dead.

They waved their weapons excitedly and shouted Long live!

I firmly believe that Your Majesty is the true Son of Heaven, the emperor on earth who is destined by heaven.

The beautiful woman in the gorgeous long skirt, full of maternal radiance, was considered by the soldiers to be a goddess who had descended to earth to assist His Majesty.

All the previous dissatisfaction, resentment and anger towards the emperor disappeared at this moment. The Imperial City Office and the inner city defense troops who were rushing to the city heard the thunderous cheers of "Long live the emperor" from the top of the city wall from afar and were secretly glad that they had stopped in time and turned back.

If God helps Your Majesty to resist foreign enemies, there is still a glimmer of hope. If you surrender, the outcome will definitely not be good.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the sword light in the sky and almost cried with joy. He thought to himself, "You bastard, you are finally here. If you don't come, your trusted brother will be killed!"

Of course, in front of countless defenders, he still had to maintain his dignity and said in a loud voice: "My great marshal has come to serve the king!"

Only then did everyone notice the sword light that was like a meteorite in the sky. At first glance, the sword light was still far away, but in the blink of an eye, it descended on the top of the city with the power of wind and thunder.

Then, everyone heard the thunder-like sonic boom of Shanshan coming late.

Looking closely, I saw that the man had a handsome face, wearing blood-stained armor and a gorgeous black cloak embroidered with gold thread. He was majestic and handsome, and handsome and iron-blooded.

It was Yang Ce, the one guarding Linxia City. Fu Qingyang swept across the room with eyes as cold as a pond and looked at Zhang Yuanqing.

The latter immediately landed on the top of the city wall and faced the enemies on the high ground side by side with Fu Qingyang.

All the enemies in the capital have been killed, but Xiaoyuan, the palace master and the leader of the Red Fire Gang have been invaded by the corpse curse and can no longer fight, and can only play supporting roles at best.

"Give me a sip." Zhang Yuanqing lowered his voice and explained the situation in the shortest possible terms.

"I left Demon Eye and Xiahou Aotian in Linxia to contain the main force of the Northern Dynasty. There were only 800 elite soldiers accompanying them." Chuan Qingyang's explanation was even briefer.

Zhang Yuanqing looked up at the moon and saw a cavalry unit galloping towards the city gate under the stars.

He retracted his gaze and said, "My suits are all on cooldown, and the Eight-foot Mirror is also on cooldown. Currently, the only thing that can fight alongside the boss is this body of the Seven Ends."

Fu Qingyang turned his head, looked at him for a few times and said calmly, "It's a little useful, but not very useful."

Boss, this really hurts your self-esteem! Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart.

On the other side, Tuoba Guanghe waited for a moment, and seeing that no more dominant strongmen came, he finally turned his attention to Yang Ce and Zhao Shun on the top of the city, the two core figures of the Southern Dynasty.

"Yang Ce, without Wanyan Rentu and that annoying weapon refiner to help you, your death is imminent. Do you dare to fight me?"

With his status, it is not difficult to see that the red-dressed woman holding the bronze pot has yin energy stagnation and her spiritual power is not flowing smoothly. Although she has the status of a master, she is just a decoration.

As for the evil spirits dressed in strange costumes, they can be killed with just one punch, so there is nothing to worry about.

He has already figured out Zhao Shun's strength and can kill him in three moves.

The three Grandmasters are nothing to worry about.

Yang Ce was also no match for him, so it was imperative to capture the capital.

Fu Qingyang and Zhang Yuanqing looked at each other, the former with a stern expression and the latter with a firm gaze.

The cloak fluttered in the night wind.

Fu Qingyang raised his head, looked at Tuoba Guanghe coldly and said: "Tuoba, you have traveled across the two rivers and lakes in the north and south, defeated all the warriors in the world just to seek a defeat, entered the court as a general, and fought in the south and the north for more than ten years without any defeat. I also want to know, on this battlefield, who is the most respected, Yanshi, or the ancient war god."

In the midst of the clear, cold and arrogant noise, he raised his hands, and countless invisible threads gushed out from his fingertips, flying all over the sky and connecting to the heads of the defenders on the city wall. The two thousand soldiers on the city wall all lowered their heads.

With Fu Qingyang's hands, two thousand soldiers rose into the air at the same time and jumped down from the twenty-meter-high city wall.

Tuoba Guanghe fell from a great height, facing the surging enemy army, with an excited look on his face.

He and Fu Qingyang fought once in Linxia. The opponent fought steadily and guarded the city walls tightly, and never used the art of controlling troops to compete with him on the battlefield.

He immediately waved his hand and laughed wildly, "Juque Army, meet us in battle."

Four hundred heavily-armored cavalrymen charged out of the formation, their heavy hooves causing the ground to vibrate slightly. The war horses of the Juque Army were all the strongest and tallest horse breeds on the grassland.

The grassland tribes did not like this kind of horses because they were not fast and not flexible enough.

It has strong explosive power but lacks endurance. Although it is a good horse for charging into battle, it is not suitable for long-distance raids and cannot fight a protracted battle.

But in the Northern Dynasties when smelting technology was advanced, it became a meat grinder on the battlefield and a rampaging heavy cavalry.

Facing the oncoming torrent of steel, the two thousand soldiers showed no fear. The hundred soldiers in the front row leaned forward in unison and swung their swords at the horses' legs.

The war horses wailed, and the soldiers of the Juque Army who fell on their horses' backs rolled out. The heavy cavalry swarmed in from the rear and easily chopped off the heads of those who had cut off the horses' legs.

A soldier of the Juque Army who was thrown out rolled a few times and just when he bounced up, he was stabbed in the heart by the charging Southern Dynasty soldier. The Juque Army soldier grinned grimly and stabbed the soldier's chest with his backhand. The blood did not drip, but turned into blood mist-like spiritual energy, which poured into the nasal cavity of the Douque Army soldier, becoming a panacea to nourish the body and repair injuries.

"puff!"

A local emperor rushed out like a ghost and cut off the head of the Juque army soldier with one sword. However, he was split into two halves by the heavy cavalry behind him just after killing the enemy.

The heavy cavalry was like a sharp knife, piercing straight into the abdomen of the two thousand defenders and cutting the formation in half.

Tuoba Guanghe was strict in military discipline and even more rigorous in training soldiers, especially the Juque Army. Each soldier was selected from the elite in the army, and then he personally taught and trained them, which took him ten years to achieve such level.

For the five hundred Juque troops, the bottom line for ordinary soldiers is to be first-rate masters. If they are in the early stage of junior grandmaster, then Baifuchang is a junior grandmaster, and the left and right commanders are grandmasters.

Such a team, led by him personally, could break through an infantry formation of 10,000 people or destroy a country.

The infantry of the Southern Dynasty fell down in large numbers. At this time, Chuan Qingyang suddenly stretched out his right hand to the distance, and saw a rain of fire shooting out and landing in the cavalry formation of the Juque Army.

In an instant, explosions roared everywhere. The armored horses were either overturned by the gusts of air or blown to pieces. At the same time, the sound of horse hooves came like a tide.

Eight hundred elite soldiers entered the battlefield and penetrated from the left wing of the Juque Army. The front row of cavalrymen held one-meter-high shields and pushed forward like bulldozers. Each shield bearer was a strong man with broad and thick shoulders, and arms thicker than a woman's waist.

The cavalrymen in the second row were strong and powerful. They held long-handled sabers and cut off the horses' legs with one blow.

The third row is composed of cavalrymen with restless looks in their eyes and wielding ordinary swords as weapons.

The fourth row was the archers with swords. They stood up on their stirrups and moved in unison. They drew their bows and shot arrows at the horses' necks and the mouths and throats of the heavily armored cavalrymen. Their archery skills were divine.

Yue Shen, who was riding a horse with a shield, entered the camp and knocked down the heavily armored cavalry of the Juque army. Then, a team of people with violent sabers rushed out and killed both the men and their horses on the spot with one blow.

During this process, the archers at the back kept drawing their bows to support their teammates until the saber team ran out of strength. The fire masters in the third row once again used the force to invade like fire and replenish the Juque army whose camp had been disrupted.

A brutal fight quickly unfolded. Fu Qingyang's face was grim as he looked down at Zhan Yang, and his ten fingers suddenly flicked.

Suddenly, under his operation, the two thousand infantry and eight hundred cavalry cooperated well, sometimes dividing their forces to encircle the enemy, sometimes gathering together to attack the enemy's weak points, and sometimes pretending to attack to attract attention and cover their comrades who attacked the two wings, steadily consuming the number of the Juque army.

Yanshi's puppet control technique is divided into deep control and shallow control.

The so-called deep control is to transform the "puppet" into a puppet without emotions and pain, and then transfer one's own power to the puppet through the "silk thread".

One man is worth thousands of troops, just like two thousand Southern Dynasty soldiers.

The shallow level of control is to convey commands only through silk threads, while the body is still controlled by the puppet itself. This method is often used when the "puppet" is a spiritual realm practitioner.

This is the only way to allow the puppets to fully exert their combat capabilities, such as the Eight Hundred Cavalry.

"Marshal Yang, your puppet-controlling skills are just so-so. Brothers, let him see our strength." A fog master of the Juque Army took a deep breath and exhaled. Large streams of white mist spurted out and quickly spread.

The fog masters in the Juque army followed suit, puffing out fog. Soon, the thick fog enveloped the wilderness outside the city and completely concealed the soldiers of both sides.

Chuan Qingyang's insight technique no longer works.

From the fog came the sounds of horse hooves, the clashing of swords, and the sound of sharp blades cutting bodies.

The defenders on the city wall lay on the wall with their eyes wide open, trying hard to see the battle situation clearly, but the fog was thick and they could only hear the sounds but not see the shapes.

Fu Qingyang felt the silk threads on his fingertips break one by one, and the "soldier puppets" lost contact with each other.

In a short quarter of an hour, six hundred silk threads were broken, which meant that six hundred soldiers were trapped, and the number was still increasing.

After all, the soldier puppet was not the corpse of the night-wandering god, and could not share vision. The thick fog blocked the sight and restrained the scout's insight. Fu Qingyang was like he was blindfolded.

If this continues, failure is inevitable.

Outside the thick fog, Tuoba Guanghe raised his lips and said in a loud voice, "Yang Ce, I haven't made a move yet. Now you know who is the king of the battlefield?"

Boom!

Suddenly, a drum sound like muffled thunder spread out, shaking the whole area and even causing the thick fog to stagnate.

Tuoba Guanghe's expression changed, thunder rumbled in his ears, and his heart was pounding with fear.

Having fought on the battlefield for many years and slaughtered countless lives, he could not help but feel fear at this moment.

He looked past the thick fog and followed the sound, only to see Zhao Shun standing on the city wall in front of a large drum wrapped in dark green animal skin, holding a leg bone and beating it hard.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom, road….

The drumbeats became more and more frequent and urgent. Tuoba Guanghe felt that the drumbeats were like heavy hammers, hitting his heart again and again, making his blood boil. A figure rushed out from the thick fog, and it was the cavalry of the Juque Army.

Then came the second, third, and fourth. More and more Juque soldiers rushed out of the thick fog and fled in all directions, their expressions distorted with fear.

"Except for your three feet of snow, who else in the world is worthy of wearing white clothes?" Zhang Yuanqing laughed and said, "General Yang, I will beat the drum for you personally, you just need to fly your sword to take heads and kill all the enemy chieftains."

This is Zhang Yuanqing's trump card. The Kuiniu drum was a prop seized in the battle to hunt down the three Changlaos of the Southern School. It is a top-quality prop in the main case stage.

It is said that the Kuiniu drum has eight sides and was made by the Queen Mother of the West for Emperor Huangdi.

The first earthquake affected an area of ​​500 miles, and the consecutive earthquakes affected an area of ​​3,600 miles. The soldiers lost all their fighting spirit and were defeated.

This is what Xiahou Aotian told him. The information came from the old man in the ring. The old man also told Xiahou Aotian that the Queen Mother of the West was a demigod of the bachelor profession and the ancestor of these alchemists.

The drum is extremely powerful, but the price is also extremely high. The person beating the drum must concentrate fully and cannot use skills or props. The spirit must also be strong enough to withstand the backlash of the Kui Niu drum.

Therefore, the one who used the Kui Niu Drum at that time was San Chang Lao of the Southern School. The illusionist had a powerful spirit and was ranked among the top three in all professions.

This item is of little significance when fighting the National Master. On the one hand, the National Master is close to being immortal and cannot be killed even with the suppression of the drum. On the other hand, our side does not have enough main members. If he is "bound" by the Kui Niu Drum, Xiao Yuan and the others will not be able to defeat the National Master at all, and they have no way to use the Kui Niu Drum.

Fu Qingyang's icy face, which had never changed for thousands of years, finally broke into a smile. The few remaining 300 cavalrymen rushed out of the thick fog and chased after the fleeing Juque army.

After a while of chopping melons and vegetables, Tuoba Guanghe's ten years of hard work went up in flames. More than a thousand infantrymen and three hundred cavalrymen quickly gathered, raised their swords, and rushed towards Tuoba Guanghe.

Tuoba Guanghe's eyes were gloomy, his chest and abdomen suddenly swelled, and the air flowed like a belly, all in one breath.

Twelve hundred Southern Dynasty soldiers were wiped out. Fu Qingyang and Tuoba Guanghe moved at the same time.

A man jumped out of the city wall and transformed into the sharpest sword light in the world. He soared into the sky like a fierce devil's blade.

The emperor on the city wall beat the drum, and Princess Yin Yao took out Little Red Riding Hood and quickly collected the corpses of the Juque army.