One hundred thousand troops dispersed overnight

While the coalition generals stationed in Ganlu Temple in Beigushan were still digesting the amazing information brought by Miss Lin Moniang from the heaven, the official army camp west of Zhenjiang City had been stirred up in a shocking change without any warning, and it was already in full swing~ You.)

In response to this, he had just gotten up from the bed and looked at the fire in the sky, and was stunned by His Highness Qing, saying that he was under great pressure.

In fact, just a few hours ago, His Highness King Qing and his group of useless flatterers were still immersed in the excitement of the Demon Cult Army's "winning the flag", "invincible", and "sweeping the rogues like sweeping mats", and they were so happy for a moment.

As for the seven or eight hundred unlucky guys who were eaten by the jackals in blood, they were naturally ignored by him and his useless subordinates.

Therefore, after ordering the slaughter of pigs and sheep to celebrate the celebration, and pouring wine to congratulate the saint Hibiscus himself, he still felt that he was still unsatisfied, so he simply turned back to the tent, splashed ink and wrote a bold letter of war in a scattered manner, as follows:

The government troops in the capital, Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas and the commander of the divine regiment, Prince Qing Wanyan, will use this book to inform the traitors of foreign countries:

This king was blessed by the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, and took the power of the sages and emperors, and had billions of divine troops gathered under his command. He should have swept the borders and burned them all. No matter whether the wise or foolish, they would be burned, but Zhenjiang's famous city is densely populated, so the people are not in trouble. Therefore, they will not attack for the time being.

You dogs and sheep are self-reliant, relying on the strong ships and the cannons, and they are brave enough to lead beasts to eat people, eat raw meat and drink blood, which seems to be extremely cruel. However, before our God Army heavenly soldiers, they are actually unbearable to try it out. There is a wilderness in the east, and it is a battlefield. The battle period is determined. The male and female fight to the decisive battle. Why should we shrink our heads and hide our necks? Little did we know that there is no end to the nest. My billions of God Army will be in one place, and you will not leave any ugly people.

But who knew that the Mo Ji Fanggan of this letter of war had just sent people to the enemy camp overnight, and the entire camp was already in a state of trouble.

For such ups and downs, the young heart in Prince Qing Wanyan's tung's chest is really unbearable.

In fact, since he took office, Prince Qing Wanyan Natong, who was young and energetic, was determined to save the country, only to find that this commander was not a good job. He was worried and worked hard day and night, but he couldn't sleep all night. Before leaving the capital, he never expected that the current internal and external situation had been corrupted to this point, and the iron barrel country that had been passed down for three hundred years was even more corrupted to the point of being hopeless.

However, as the number one noble of the Manchu royal family, facing the collapse of the corruption, His Highness Qing found that he could not hide or escape at all, and could only work hard to remedy it, and hoped to find a wonderful strategy to turn the tide through his own efforts

In such a hard-working environment, in just one or two months, King Qing's body has become much thinner and has grown a lot older. He is obviously less than twenty years old, and his braids behind his head have already developed some gray hair... But the situation is getting worse and worse

In this tragic atmosphere of miserable and long-term battles, His Highness, the prince who was overwhelmed both physically and mentally, finally finally waited for Senior Sister Furong's 100,000 Demon Sect army and barely won the first battle.

In fact, before this mutiny broke out in the entire army, he thought that his fortune had improved, and he should be able to breathe a little relieved. Who would have thought that just a few hours had passed, and he suddenly burst into such a shocking and unprecedented basket.

The ins and outs of this mutiny and collapse tonight are actually not complicated. At the banquet to celebrate today's great fight against the werewolf, the saint of Furong went to rest and sleep after having enough wine and meals, and there was no more trouble.

But the problem is that there are still several over-energy senior brothers and senior sisters who have probably been given a few more bowls of yellow soup, or have the intention of leaving Senior Sister Furong, and they actually announced that they would hold a grand ritual ceremony all night long to bless the 100,000 army of the Demon Sects to transform into superman when they attack tomorrow, thus winning the championship, moving from one victory to another.

Then, not long after the ceremony began, the magic power of the senior brothers and sisters disappeared automatically with the collapse of the heavenly court... The originally colorful and gorgeous spiritual lights disappeared in an instant, and the senior brothers and sisters who were performing magic immediately suffered a serious backlash: some of them were convulsed all over and rolled all over the ground; some even had blood from their seven orifices and died directly on the altar.

Faced with such a sudden terrible tragedy, all the idle people present were stunned for a moment. 【】【】

In fact, in the face of such an embarrassing scene, if the host is smart enough and can speak eloquently, it is not impossible to be careless and temporarily hesitate to cover it up. Unfortunately, the qualities of these senior brothers and sisters are really of different quality. Most of them are illiterate fools and wives, and they have not reached any consensus in advance... Therefore, an senior sister immediately jumped out in panic and cried in a scream and said, "... Oh my God, why has the magic power that I have worked hard to vanish? Could it be that I have offended God and no longer blessed by the gods?"

(………This… When did the gods in the Heavenly Court bless you thieves? I wish I could cut you into pieces. It’s true.)

As a result, the thousands of church members present were immediately exclaimed by this drastic change, and then they were like plague, spreading the bad news quickly throughout the camps, causing greater panic and chaos, and failed to be controlled and contained in the first time...

As a result, when the drunk Saint Furong Senior Sister was dragged out by her followers, the whole situation was no longer remedied.

——After realizing his own strangeness, the little leaders of the Demon Cult, who were slightly more handsome, were eager to clean up their homes and flee the battlefield so that they could avoid the cruel enemies from afar and believers who were about to find themselves fooled. These charlatans do not have the kindness. They used their magical powers to force and fool the believers to give their wives and daughters, and respect their property. Now they are losing power and falling into trouble. Who knows if any enemy will take the opportunity to jump out and clamor for revenge and revenge?

As for those top-level senior brothers and sisters, since they climbed the highest position, they naturally did the most moral things, and ran faster than anyone else. So they collided and trampled on each other on a dark night, which quickly made a chaos in the camp, but no one was willing to deal with it.

Those believers of the Demon Cult who were fooled to bring their own dry food to the front line were awakened in a daze in the middle of the night, but saw with their own eyes that the elder brothers, sisters, guardians, altar masters, and fairies, who were "invincible in magical power", were all running for life in a hurry, as if they were being poured on ice water head-on, and their hearts were really cold. Whether they had already found out the truth about the devil genius losing their magic power or were being entangled in the crowd, it was undoubtedly a very ridiculous delusion that these geniuses could continue to stay in the camp with peace of mind.

Therefore, as soon as the news of the charlatan leaders' escape spread, the vast 100,000 "Demon Cult Army" immediately became chaotic. Amid the noisy noise, waves of escapees ran around, spreading all kinds of thrilling rumors from "foreigners sending troops to night attacks" to "gods descending to heaven's punishment", and then triggering a series of larger-scale chaos

For a moment, the entire camp was in a panic and completely in chaos. The apricot and yellow Bagua Kan flags were thrown all over the ground, and they stepped on countless black footprints. Everyone was panicking in the darkness, colliding with each other, trampling on, and even fighting. Many people even took advantage of the situation to rob, killing people and setting fires in the chaos, looting, and even raped women, as if they were venting their final madness.

Next, the mutiny and chaos of the 100,000 church members inevitably affected the close-killing government troops. What's worse, because the commander-in-chief, His Highness Qing, had no military experience, actually mixed 30,000 officials and 100,000 church members together, and even the camp tents were arranged in a staggered manner...

As a result, most of the camps with slack discipline immediately followed the camps and mutiny. Another small number of the "elite" camps that could maintain order were soon flooded and dispersed by the surging crowds and fell into a collapse.

In this chaos, King Qing led his personal guards to rush left and right, blocking and shouting everywhere, trying his best to gather the team, but he really had no ability to stop the chaos in this faction. After a long time of struggle, he still couldn't catch any soldiers.

In the end, even the Eight Banners and Imperial Guards who guarded the tent also scattered the hall, stole the money, cloth and other items stored in the camp, and left home. Before leaving, they had not forgotten to set a fire, and they almost burned King Qing's tent.

Just as he was already in a state of great anxiety and was in vain, the entourage he sent to find the Holy Maiden of Furong brought back a new bad news: In the luxurious tent where the Holy Maiden of Furong lived, it was already empty. This fat woman saw that the situation was irreversible and she lost her magic power, so she simply rolled up gold, silver and fine silk, brought her close friend, and left the Prince Qing, who had dedicated her to her for several months, and ran away.

When he reached the point where the money fell and scattered, even though His Highness Qing was so obsessed with the previous one, he finally woke up from the deception and brainwashing of the Demon Sect and saw the cruel and cold reality again.

But facing the desperate situation at the moment, he could only hold his head and cry, curse a few times, "The Demon Cult is a misleading person." Then, he hurriedly escaped from the camp with the last small group of subordinates who could still be called, and headed out of the camp and headed towards the west of the capital.

However, because he failed to make a quick decision at the beginning, he was so slow that he could not escape safely even if he wanted to leave.

——There were only half a mile of escape from the handsome tent in darkness. The dozens of personal soldiers who were fleeing with King Qing were gradually left behind, lost, lost, and dispersed by the crowd. In the end, King Qing himself was pulled off his horse by a group of strong men who came out of nowhere, peeled off his gorgeous cloak, and then threw it into the dark bushes as if he was treating garbage.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several loyal personal guards quickly changed into a coarse cloth dress that had been found in nearby farmers' houses, and then applied some mud and dust on their faces, pretending to be ordinary church members. Only then could they avoid the gaze of the chaotic army and the ** party, and take a small path to leave this chaotic battlefield.

In the early morning of December 3, Prince Qing Wanyan Natong, who lost all the last troops in Zhenjiang, ran out with only a few guards and soldiers, finally broke free from the chaos in a barefoot manner, and escaped back to Nanjing, a capital dozens of miles away.

Before he came back, the stormy ancient city of Jinling had already fallen into despair and desolation of impending despair.
Chapter completed!