The flags cover the sky and the sun.

Twelve thousand warriors rumbled across the yellow sand, and the golden beast statue symbolizing the Yuezhi totem stood in front.

The three of them stayed away from the army.

The elderly man held a dark ax in each hand, with a scar running across his wrinkled cheek.

The man next to him is wearing a yellow Taoist robe, embroidered with Yin and Yang Bagua, holding a mane and tail whisk in his left hand, looking at the immortal Taoist bones.

The blond lady who was left behind was petite and exquisite, carrying a black iron heavy sword on her back, sinking three feet into the yellow sand with every step she took.

In front of the formation, several "moon" wolf flags were fluttering in the wind. Yue Jiuling looked closely at the three great masters, her eyes full of expectation.

Although she decided to put all her chips on the gambling table, she hoped to use less chips and defeat the mad dog across the gambling table with just three people.

"Set up camp and march the next day."

Yue Jiuling suddenly ordered.

The generals and staff in the chariot looked at each other, and Yue Ya struggled to explain:

"Grandma, it's just past noon."

"I'll say it for the last time, business matters are with you, Your Majesty!" Yue Jiuling shouted coldly, the wind blowing on her cheeks made her look even more aged, and she said in a deep voice:

"My orders are not to be questioned."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Yue Ya silently left the chariot and arranged for the army to camp on the river beach.

She was keenly aware that her grandmother's spirit was always in a state of tension, like a manic lioness, ready to devour anyone at any time.

"Your Majesty, the slow march is a waste of food..." A general approached and reminded him tactfully.

This battle is a piece of cake. It does not require moving equipment, nor does it require a barrier map. Even the combat strategy can be omitted.

Not to mention 12,000 elite soldiers, even 12,000 ants and grasshoppers are enough to eat that Han slave.

Yue Jiuling looked at him for a while and said indifferently:

"Disturbing the morale of the troops, ask and kill them in front of the formation!"

Before the general could react, the sword flashed with cold light and his head flew away from his neck.

"I am a god from seven thousand miles away, who dares to disobey?!"

Yue Jiuling glanced at the army fiercely, then pulled down the curtains and closed her eyes alone in the carriage to relax.

If we lose this battle, the consequences will be disastrous.

Without the number of troops to govern seven thousand miles, turmoil is inevitable, and this is only the second reason.

The key point is that the volcano cannot be contained!

She shuddered at the thought that Lucheng might be exposed.

"Wan Erlang, one of them can drown Han slaves with just a spit of spit. I'm too anxious." Yue Jiuling murmured.

She couldn't sleep well until she lifted Gu Changan's head with her palms.

Since taking office, she has devoted all her energy to this isolated city thousands of miles away. She should reap rich fruits this time, right?

"God help me, the empire will last forever, and the Yuezhi will be rich and noble for generations to come."

A slight sound of prayer came from the carriage.

…

A city stands alone in the vast wilderness, looking like a light at night.

Every brick wall has experienced bloodshed and death, but now under the scorching sun, it has a majestic and solemn beauty.

The swirling sand and dust gradually subsided, and the army could not be seen at a glance, like dark clouds.

The silence all around was eerie, filled with the aura of imminent death.

The Taoist priest rose up in the air, waving his fly whisk to create a six-foot-high air wave, and the sound shook the sky:

"Please Gu Changan die."

On the watchtower tower, a man in red robes has his hair disheveled and his body is dazzling red, as if he has covered his body with a lifetime of sins and killings.

It was solemn and fiery, as if he was about to burn himself on fire, and held his own funeral in front of the army.

"You really think highly of me." Gu Changan said expressionlessly as he walked down the wall from the top of the city.

The suffocating silence on the battlefield is often more shocking than any killing.

When a person calmly and calmly walks towards the army, it is such a magnificent and turbulent scene, and the heaven and earth are silent for a moment.

The Taoist priest looked at the bright red robe, such a firm pace, and the fearless figure was not showing off his heroic spirit, but just protecting the national faith that is not worth mentioning in the world, but is as important as a thousand pieces.

"Zhongyuan owes you!" he said with emotion.

Whether he is stubborn or foolish and loyal, he admires this kind of integrity because it is the most noble thing in human nature and it is also something he wants to have but is afraid of having.

"Chinese blood flows in the body, and it is destined." Gu Changan was calm and stood motionless next to the bloody flag.

The expression on Yue Jiuling's face in the chariot was grim. She could not interfere with how the Grand Master viewed the Han slaves, but she could never tolerate the swaying of his subordinate's mind!

All of them had dull faces, and there was a look of admiration in their eyes.

"Array up, sound the horn!!"

A sharp voice came from the chariot and spread throughout the battlefield through the mouths of the guards.

The warrior shuddered and came to his senses.

For just a moment, they were immersed in the unparalleled spirit of the men in the isolated city, and were faintly infected by the spirit of marching forward bravely in the darkness.

Since joining the army, where have you seen such a terrifying scene of one person fighting against thousands of troops?

After waking up, the soldier's eyes returned to fierceness.

If the Han slaves don’t die, they will die!

The empire is the way of heaven, the spirit of the earth, and the human world. Those who see it must surrender.

Otherwise, they will be killed without mercy!!

In a short period of time, the battle towers were built one after another, like a loft in the clouds overlooking the lonely city.

The trumpeter worked hard and blew out a popular tune in the empire. Upon hearing the sound of the trumpet, the leaders of the cavalry started singing at the top of their lungs. Their voices were enthusiastic and high-pitched, whirling around the battlefield.

The silence was drowned by the noise of death, and a hundred miles around was filled with crazy roars.

The Grand Master of Scar's Double Axes is a typical Holy City fanatic. His eyes were full of murderous intent, and he pointed at the sky and shouted:

"Rejecting surrender is destroying the empire's strategy of co-prosperity for all races in the Western Regions and wantonly massacring innocent soldiers. Your soul, Gu Changan, is stained with sin. Today I will do justice for God!"

The two axes hung high and rotated like tops, filled with energy, seemed to have infinite power.

"What a good person to do justice for heaven." Gu Changan nodded and smiled:

"What a great head, who's going to chop it off?"

"punish!"

The two axes fell flatly, completely cutting out the completely opposite air waves from the north to the south, attacking the majestic red robe like horns.

Gu Changan turned a blind eye, stared at the banner and whispered:

"I'll steal a hundred swords from you and chop off your head."

boom!

In an instant, all the barbarian warriors holding swords were terrified. The swords came out of the box for no reason, suspended in the air, and stopped without falling.

On the battlefield, there happened to be hundreds of swords hanging, the sword array was majestic, and the sword power was mighty.

"Be careful!" The Taoist priest looked horrified and subconsciously turned to look at the Scar martial artist.

"No..." He caught the flow of energy and the fly whisk rushed towards the blonde woman.

The latter sensed the danger and unsheathed his heavy sword, its blade burning with flames.

Hundreds of swords passed one after another, like a long winding snake in the air, and the first sword fell vertically with boundless momentum.

puff!

Like a needle thread passing through a needle hole, before the blonde woman could raise her arms to resist, the Tianling Gai was penetrated, and her whole body was pierced in two. Her plump buttocks really looked like a peach that had been split from it.

"cut!"

Before the qi machines running around collapsed, Gu Changan held the Tianxian in his mouth, and the hundred swords struck the burning heavy sword with the final force of the sword.

Yue Jiuling's limbs were cold, and the split corpse of the Grand Master was like an awl, piercing her heart.

Just die?

How could this be so...

"Formation retreat!!" The chariot guard shrank suddenly and had to overstep, roaring and giving orders.

The ownerless heavy sword was knocked into the formation by Bai Jian, and happened to fall into the military formation. The fire oil inside met the flame of the sword blade and burned at a speed visible to the naked eye.
To be continued...