In March 19804, the Far Eastern Dynasty's battle to seize the throne for several weeks had entered its final stage. The weak princes were killed one after another in the bloody killing, and the army and nobles who supported them were also crushed.

The most powerful sixth prince Long Qing and the strongly rising ninth prince Long Han competed for the final throne on this blood-stained land in the Gyeonggi Province.

This is a great war that is enough to be recorded in history. There are more than one million troops participating in the war. Soldiers wearing tough and holding sharp swords can be seen in the streets and alleys of the Gyeonggi Province. They head to the front line in groups. The roads leading to the Heiyancheng area are crowded with troops everywhere, and the tents stretch for hundreds of miles.

The battle for the throne was bloody and cruel. In the cold winter here, the fate of the Far Eastern dynasty was destined to be rewritten. Compared with the battle for the throne in full swing, the nobles in the position of ministers remained silent at this moment, because even the wisest wise men could not tell who would be the final winner, so they returned to their respective territories and waited for the final news.

Of course, the nobles were not idle either. Their family's private army had begun to gather. They just had to wait for the victory or defeat in this battle to decide. They would lead the family army to pursue the failed side to welcome the new emperor, succeed, defeat and defeat, and the nobles always remember it.

The clouds of war enveloped the provinces of Gyeonggi. Millions of troops on both sides were about to start a bloody battle. Thousands of people took their families and started a long escape. They hid in the mountains and forests and fled to the nearby provinces.

"When the prosperity comes, the people suffer; when the death comes, the people suffer." Lin Chuan looked at the piles of white bones on both sides of the road, and felt a lot of emotion.

The arrival of the war allowed the people to escape from their homes, but the cold blizzard became a death talisman for the people to escape. Under hunger and cold, hundreds of people were frozen to death every day, and the bones stretched from Wangjing to the province of Jing, which was a hundred miles long.

The people are moving forward against the wind in the wind. The suffering has made their eyes numb. Some people fall to death by the road while walking, and some go to bed at night and turn into an ice sculpture in the morning.

The war made the original order chaotic. The originally rich and beautiful province of Gyeonggi had lost control due to the influence of the battle for the throne. The officials fled in large numbers, and the garrison soldiers who maintained the order were incorporated into the army, and a large number of bandits and bandits began to rage.

On the way forward, almost all the villages and towns were turned into ruins. Occasionally, several villages and towns were not burned and turned into empty dead cities, full of silence.

Groups of wild wolves, tigers and leopards wandering on the snowy field. This winter, they no longer have to worry about food, because piles of corpses are their best food.

"Put down the body." Lin Chuan pointed to the bare trunk of the tree next to the road with a dry body hanging on the bare tree trunk, with a heavy expression.

The order was chaotic and the rules collapsed. The people without the protection of officials became bandits and bandits, lambs, and were slaughtered at will.

"General, we grabbed a tongue, hehe." Gangyu stepped forward, his face full of excitement.

"Bring it up!" Gangyu waved his hand, and two Nanchuan soldiers dragged a dying Zhenxi soldiers to Lin Chuan.

The soldier in Zhenxi's army had a bruised nose and was dying. His face was covered with blood. He couldn't see his original appearance. His red uniform was covered with black mud, and he looked particularly embarrassed.

Seeing the embarrassing look of Zhenxi Army, Lin Chuan knew that Gangyu and the others must have beaten the soldier together. Lin Chuan's smile immediately closed, and his eyes looked at Gangyu were full of blame. He should not treat the prisoners like this.

Seeing Lin Chuan's unhappy expression, Gangyu hurriedly explained: "General, it's not that we are serious about the attack, but that this kid is too fierce. We broke two brothers in his hand and injured two more."

"Oh?" After hearing Gangyu's explanation, Lin Chuan was full of curiosity about the dying soldiers of Zhenxi. Lin Chuan knew the combat power of the Nanchuan soldiers, and he actually defeated four Nanchuan soldiers alone.

The uniforms of the soldiers in Zhenxi Army advocate bright red like the rest of the dynasty army, as bright as blood, but their armor is thicker than ordinary dynasty army units, weighing thirty kilograms, but compared to their sturdy bodies, the extra strength is nothing.

The biggest difference between the Zhenxi Army and the other dynasties is their helmets. The other dynasties are unified round helmets, but the Zhenxi Army guarding the extreme west has a wide-edge iron helmet, just like the broad-edge military caps of later special forces, but it is just iron.

A red feather was inserted on the wide helmet, plus their red armor, scarlet cloaks, and tall bodies, and the soldiers in the west looked particularly energetic.

However, compared with the well-equipped dynasty army, the Nanchuan Army was like a beggar. Except for the black military uniform and armor on its body, the rest were varied, and many soldiers even had disheveled hair. In addition to the difficulty of building a helmet, the soldiers also disliked the helmets and were so bored.

"Tell me where your army has gone, I can spare your life." Lin Chuan walked to the Zhenxi Army prisoners of war who were pressed to the ground and spoke slowly.

"Bah! If it weren't for my carelessness, how could it fall into your hands!" The soldiers of Zhenxi Army were full of rebelliousness, and they were even more disdainful of the Nanchuan Army.

"Let him go and give him a knife. I want to see what his Zhenxi Army has to do." Lin Chuan wanted to suppress his arrogance in the face of the provocation of the soldiers of Zhenxi Army.

In addition, it is to increase the morale of the army. The Central Army was annihilated 10,000 flag regiments in the Qilihe area, and ten flag regiments of the garrison soldiers were defeated on the whole line in less than a day. The great reputation of Zhenxi Army has affected the morale of the army. Many infantrymen even privately promoted an idea, that is, Zhenxi Army is invincible.

Now the Nanchuan army is about to fight with the Zhenxi Army. Such invincible remarks of the Zhenxi Army have a great impact on the morale of the army, but Linchuan cannot forcefully stop it, because sometimes the more you stop it, the more you will have a counterproductive effect.

Then now Lin Chuan will tell the soldiers with reality that the Zhenxi Army is not invincible, they are also humans, and they are also one shoulder and two heads.

The news that Lin Chuan was going to fight with the soldiers of Zhenxi Army spread one by one, and it spread one by one, and soon spread one by one. There were hundreds of soldiers watching. If it weren't for the march, there would be more people watching.

"For your injury, I will fight you with bare hands." Lin Chuan untied the knife on his waist and threw it to Li Qiye, and said with a smile to the soldiers of Zhenxi Army standing with a knife.

"Kill!" The soldiers of Zhenxi Army saw Lin Chuan so confident, and a ruthless look flashed across their eyes. They shouted loudly, and the sword roared straight for Lin Chuan's head. The soldiers of Zhenxi Army have always had a special hobby for human heads, and human heads meant military achievements, which coincided with the soldiers of Nanchuan.
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