One Hundred and Seventeen, Sunset Long Kong Mountain (Part 1)

In the southwest of the imperial capital Nanjing, deep in a rugged mountain range with few people, there is a hill called Longkong Mountain.

In the densely populated areas of Jiangnan, due to the extensive logging and reclamation of humans, the forests of the past have disappeared in large areas and turned into barren mountains or terraces. However, only in the Longkong Mountain area, the original forest style still stubbornly maintained, and were not shaken by the woodcutters' logging axes.

Because this famous Longkong Mountain is an unprecedentedly tragic ancient battlefield, and it is also a famous place where children can cry at night.

Three hundred years ago, this place was not a bad place, nor was it called Longkong Mountain, but the best blessed place in the world where the royal dragon veins of the previous dynasty were located, called Longshan. The surrounding environment was quiet, the mountains and rivers were beautiful, and countless ancestral halls were built. The incense was endless all year round, making it seem quite prosperous and lively.

However, at the end of the dynasty, in order to compete for the supreme hegemony of the fertile land of the Central Plains, a decisive battle broke out between the imperial government and the monks of Xianshan. Even the gods and demons of the heavens were involved. There were tens of millions of dead people in the world, and the battle situation was unprecedentedly tragic for a moment.

In the late stage of this full-scale war, because the monks were as cold as ice and had no scruples to kill people and plague, they could quickly improve their cultivation through bloody evil methods such as "killing people to prove the truth" and "cannibalism to prove the truth". However, the court had to worry about the country and the people's livelihood and was restricted everywhere. As a result, the situation on the battlefield became worse and worse. Even though the gods came down to earth to help the battle, they were all bombarded by the cruel and cruel monks one by one.

Seeing the vast Central Plains land, it was about to become a back garden for the sects of immortal cultivation in various places, and the mortals and people in the world were about to become slaves. Confucian disciples who were determined to support the court had to fight for the danger of dying together, and launched a fierce counterattack against the arrogant and cruel monks.

They set up a magic circle to turn the world around the land of Longxing in the previous dynasty, which was the top of the Dragon Mountain, and withstood the crazy attacks of the monks who woke up from a dream. Then, through the guidance of the magic circle, they used the dragon energy of the dynasty, the divine power of the heavenly court, the supreme magic of Buddhism, and the infinite hatred of the mortals in the world for the cultivation sect, which ignited the hub of the spiritual veins in the world... As a result, the entire Central Plains land entered the Dharma-Ending Age. The cultivators in the world disappeared as soon as the spiritual energy dissipated, and eventually became a waste of people.

However, the dragon veins of the royal family in the previous dynasty, the ancestor spirits, the large number of gods in the heavenly court, and even the dragon veins of the entire Central Plains were also destroyed and destroyed.

Longshan, which was once a hidden place of dragon veins, was destroyed and disappeared, and its spiritual energy was completely gone, thus being renamed Longkong Mountain.

——This is the Battle of Longkong Mountain that almost ended the Middle Earth cultivation era.

For a long time after this, countless gods, demons, monks, and Longkong Mountain, which had fallen to the dragon veins and spiritual veins, had exploded through the dragon veins and spiritual veins. Due to the violent disturbance of the dragon veins explosion in the past, the energy of the heaven and earth was severely disturbed. From time to time, various evil spirits, evil spirits, undeads and monsters appeared, attacking passers-by and nearby villages and towns, or for no reason, lightning and thundering, the earth was shaken, making everyone afraid of this place and discouraged.

As for the people who originally lived in Longkong Mountain, they were killed completely in the decisive battle three hundred years ago.

Therefore, Longkong Mountain, which was once a blessing in the world, gradually became a super evil place that is well-known to all the people in the world.

Although as time passes and after three hundred years of long years, the various visions that have appeared near Longkong Mountain have gradually disappeared and calmed down, the various horror legends that have been circulating for many years still make people feel creepy about this place and can't help but retreat.

For many years, few people have stepped into this terrible cursed land except for some particularly courageous mountain hunters.

However, in the fourth year of Kant, or the early spring of the first year of the Republic, an army with a luxurious imperial flag with a noble appearance but a rather embarrassed appearance suddenly broke into this deserted mountain that was rarely visited, breaking the tranquility of Longkong Mountain for three hundred years.

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On a gentle hillside with grass and trees, the nine-clawed Yellow Dragon Banner, which represents the imperial guards of the Great Jin court of the Old Empire, is flying high in the wind.

Next to the flagpole, there is a yellow umbrella that symbolizes the emperor's honor, as well as a number of royal ceremonial guards such as golden gourd, axes and staffs.

——The last Manchu army in the world, as well as the last Emperor Kant of the Great Jin Dynasty, are now temporarily stationed here.

In the chilly early spring mountain breeze, under the dim sunset without heat, hundreds of haggard and unkempt Manchu white-armored soldiers were sitting or lying on the ground on this gentle hillside, regardless of the cold and humid hillside, they were just enjoying this rare rest.

Since the Great Jin Dynasty was overthrown, for the past month or two, they have been in a difficult marches of wandering and fighting, making everyone feel deeply exhausted, dark and thin, and covered in scars. The military uniforms and clothes on their bodies were also covered with layers of dirt, and were rubbed by branches and leaves as if they were shattered, but they had no replacement at all. They could only barely go down like beggars.

On the bank of a clear stream under the hillside, the soldiers of the army had already lit a bonfire and set up a stove. In each dark pot, mist and bubbles were rolling in at this time. But the white rice that was actually put into it didn't seem much, and on the boiling water surface, no matter what kind of wild vegetables, wild fruits, dioxins and mushrooms, it seemed that they could find it.

On the small stove a little further away, two goats that had just been slaughtered were stewed in a large pot, as if they were planning to make a pot of mutton soup. Obviously, the only small amount of meat was only enough for a small group of officers to make a small tooth sacrifice. Ordinary soldiers would probably not even have a mouthful of soup.

However, even such a tragic and slutty meal caused a group of officers and soldiers to swallow their saliva, looking in the direction of the stove from time to time, their dim and turbid eyes shining... They looked like a starving ghost was reincarnated.

——Since the fall of Nanjing and the collapse of the old empire, this last Manchu army has never received decent supplies again.

At the beginning, whether it was King Wanyan Chubai, who went south to serve the king, or Emperor Kant Wanyan Dezhao, who went out to Beijing to "snatch the west", he did not bring much food before leaving, but planned to eat along the way and use the grain stored in the prefecture and county garrison - anyway, Anhui was still under the jurisdiction of the imperial court at that time?

However, as the announcement of independence or restoration in various places came, especially after the surrender of the Anqing defenders in the provincial capital, it seemed that just overnight, the originally timid local officials of Anhui stood up one after another. The King of Wei, who was beaten to the point of being thrown away during the Fengyang mutiny, had to lurk in the Lianghuai countryside, would not mention it. Even Emperor Kant, who was still hiding around in southern Anhui, found that he was gradually in desperate situation.

——Even if he used the banner of the emperor or even wrote the imperial edict in his own hand, he could hardly get a grain of food again. The imperial envoy sent to various counties to urge for food and fodder to be defeated everywhere, either being locked in the cell and fed lice immediately, or being kicked out after being beaten...

The officials and county magistrates who were sucking the salary of the court were almost all cut their hair and turned into the commanders of the military government. Several of the people with high enthusiasm even organized a group to train sneak attacks on the imperial guards, trying to use the emperor's head as their own condemnation...
Chapter completed!