Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 245 Flying Building Colorful Flags, You Come and I Come
After the imperial army captured Quancheng, Chen Xizhen woke up slowly. He was already being supported in the carriage. He lifted the curtain and looked out, only to see devastation and the scene of burning fire everywhere.

Among the ruined walls, there is still the smell of sulfur wafting from the shells of the Dragon King Zun Cannon.

Gou Ying and the others were leading the mages in the army, and they each found some high places, danced and called the wind and rain, cast spells to extinguish the flames everywhere, and reserved more places where they could garrison.

After the wind and rain washed away, the flames disappeared, and the yellow smell gradually faded, but this dilapidated city looked even more depressed.

Chen Xizhen looked all the way in the carriage, and on both sides of the street, he didn't see a few dilapidated houses that could be slightly higher than the carriage.

How many shells would it take to make the entire city look like this? Chen Xizhen didn't need to ask to know that the gunpowder and shells specially used for the Dragon King Zun Cannon had almost been consumed.

The hateful thing is that those who died under the gunfire were just paper men and paper horses.

"These paper figurines and paper horses are able to hide their flaws under the eyes of the real Jiangmo, so it shouldn't be an ordinary heretical method. It must be that Zhang Wanxian, who dares to fight the army, has such an ability."

The Xiantian General Fenghui came to the side of the carriage, and his words were consoling, "Although the Liangshan bandits were not bombarded and killed, they also wiped out [-] elites of the Ganchi Army. The artillery fire of the Dragon King Cannon was not in vain."

With a hoarse voice, Chen Xizhen said: "Order the three armies to station in the city to cultivate themselves, put on strict guard, stand still, and send Kang Jie to the top ten Jiedu envoys to inquire about the movements of the rebels in various places."

At present, one hundred thousand elite soldiers were ordered to station in this empty city and remnant city, to organize their luggage and rebuild the fortifications.

Kang Jie, the god of the horse, has practiced a pair of magic weapons of wind wheels and fire wheels. With two wheels on his feet, he can move extremely fast.

Within three days, he went to the places where many generals fought, and the news he brought back said that among the many rebels, the soldiers who were originally mobs also wore red clothes similar to those of Liangshan. Unexpectedly, he is quite elite. He wandered and fought with the generals of the imperial court in various places, and it was a lot of trouble.

Especially in the Daming Mansion, Lu Junyi used small things to fight big, and faced Wang Huan, the head of the top ten Jiedu envoys. Instead, Wang Huan's army was forced to restrain and stick to it.

"It seems that a few days ago, the Liangshan thieves had already made a lot of moves without making a show."

Chen Xizhen said, "But apart from Zhang Wanxian's Ganchi Army, there are no other rebels who can easily abandon their territory in such a short period of time and rush here with their troops."

This is indeed the case.

The soldiers and horses under Zhang Wanxian's command, except for the warlocks, are basically all paper men and paper horses. When they transport mana, they are like real soldiers with swords and guns, but they can also be stored as light paper-cuts. Can hold tens of thousands of copies.

However, the men and horses under the command of other rebels are not so convenient, and there is no need for them to travel long distances to gather them all.

Guan Luoyang gave them the fighting life fiber that could be devoured and reproduced continuously. In addition to strengthening the combat power of their original rebel members, they also needed them to recruit more people who were willing to rebel in various places, and subdue those who did not participate in the Thousand Buddha Cave League of the rebels.

Chen Xizhen sat in the dilapidated manor that Liu Guang owned in the past, drooping his eyes in silence for a few breaths. He has recently recuperated from his injuries, and has always maintained a state of Daoism. These enemies of Boliang Mountain.

"The rest of the five states on Jingdong East Road have not been captured or looted."

Chen Xizhen breathed out slowly, and said, "Send five generals, Tang Meng, Yanshun, Kong Hou, Fan Chenglong, and Zhen Dayi, each with a small group of troops, to notify the local government and the wealthy families to protect their private soldiers. Bring them all from the courtyard, gather in Quancheng, and join me in hunting down the traitors."

"Tell them not to be soft-hearted. If there are really people who are obedient and vicious, you might as well chop off a few of them and kill the chickens to make an example to the monkeys."

In the following period of time, the army of the imperial court rebuilt the fortifications in Quancheng, dug deep trenches, and six Taoist officials led a thousand warlocks under them, chanting spells together, gathering earth and rocks, repairing the city walls, and breaking through the blockage of the moat place to redirect the flow of water.

The inside and outside of the city were in full swing, and from time to time, a large number of bricks and stones that collapsed on the ground and piled up like hills could be seen, under the effect of magic, they rose into the air, piled up on each other, and erected a brand new city wall.

Also, elite demon soldiers from all over the mountains were sent out of the city to cut down trees. The peaks inside and outside the city were all cut down in a short period of ten days.

Thousands of trees are transported day and night, the branches and leaves are used as fuel for backup, and the trunks of wood are turned into flying towers and chariots.

Chen Xizhen, who has regained his prudence, brought into full play the heritage of the imperial court's [-]-strong army, showing the mighty power that can transform the landscape of mountains and rivers.

During this period, Liangshan soldiers and horses wanted to attack the city several times, but Chen Xizhen couldn't hold on.

On this day, Chen Xizhen called Guan Sheng and others to the mansion, and said: "Marshal Han Shizhong once said that the twelve generals all had old injuries, and they had to rest for a month before they could make meritorious deeds. The imperial decree in the army has passed far more than one month."

"Has everyone's injuries fully healed?"

Chen Xizhen's complexion was calm and calm, and his temperament was quite different from that of the previous period, which was full of majesty and profoundness.

Guan Sheng and the others heard his words, their hearts trembled slightly, and they all clasped their fists and said: "The last general and others will do their best according to their orders."

"it is good!"

Chen Xizhen applauded, "The spies reported that Liangshan soldiers and horses are also stationed on the shore outside the water, and there is also a barracks that stretches for several miles. It was expanded from the remnants of Yan Shude's army."

"Brother Yan is also a good friend of mine from the past. I have always known his tactics and style of arranging troops, and deduced some flaws and key points in the barracks."

He took out a stack of sheepskin drawings and distributed them to Guan Sheng and the others.

"Twelve generals will set off today, leading the flying tower chariots that have been built in the city, and attacking their barracks as shown in the picture."

"This battle is mainly harassment. You can adapt to the situation and protect yourself, but the effect of harassment has not been achieved, so that the bandits in Liangshan still have the intention to take care of other things. I'm afraid I have to ask everyone to do it."

The generals listened to his last few words, calmly, but the cold was overwhelming, they didn't dare to neglect, and immediately went to check those flying tower chariots.

The so-called flying building chariot is a rough wooden building built with a large number of tree trunks, digging gaps in the wood, fitting each other, and tying them together, generally about ten feet high.

Every floor and every corner of this kind of wooden building is made of sharpened wooden rafters. If it is hit, or toppled down, and crushed, it will be bloody and bloody at that time, which is terrible.

At the bottom of the wooden building, there are huge wheels cut from many logs, and there are also warlocks in the army who have carved cloud-pushing spells non-stop. It can also roll quickly on uneven dirt roads and stone roads.

In this way, each flying tower chariot only needs eight soldiers to stabilize and balance, and four horses fed with ore to drag it, and it can run out.

One hundred thousand elite soldiers of the demonic way, each with a thousand jins of strength, built four thousand flying tower chariots in less than a month.

In order to prevent Guan Luoyang from resorting to some rough tactics to disrupt the march, this time Wang Laozhi and other monks and mages with keen senses were also invited to leave with the army.

When Guan Sheng and the others left with these flying tower chariots, Chen Xizhen led people to watch from the top of the city.

I saw thousands of wooden buildings, taller than the city walls, moving away, as if a whole moving town was about to attack the camp of Liangshan soldiers and horses.

"Kang Jie, you can order Tang Meng and the others to bring back the private soldiers from all over the place."

Chen Xizhen said in a low tone, "I want to see how many people and how much energy there are in Liangshan, who can fight with my mighty six armies, Yuanyuan soldiers and horses?!"

At dusk that day, the Feilou chariot arrived outside the Liangshan barracks.

Liangshan soldiers and horses had already noticed that soldiers with colorful flags would pour out from every corner of the barracks, and they would come out of the barracks like a tide to intercept them.

This time the soldiers and horses of the two sides were close enough, and with Wang Laozhi and others sitting in the fortress, it was clear at a glance that the colorful flag soldiers were not alive.

But these soldiers and horses are too many, even if all Taoist officials take action, it is impossible to break all the spells and return them to the original form of paper figurines.

The Taoist officials were also afraid that they would be attacked by the warlocks among the enemies when they were targeting the paper figurines. Fortunately, they were not in a hurry, and just confronted the spellcasters in the opposing army camp from a distance.

Under the laissez-faire of these Taoist officials, the colored flag soldiers and horses and the flying tower chariot rushed together without any fancy.

I saw the wooden building trembling and making a loud noise, and the colorful flag soldiers who were hit by them, including men and horses, flew upside down, and their bodies were broken.

But those steeds who were responsible for dragging the wooden building were also killed by the swords and guns of the paper men and paper horses, and they fell to the ground one after another.

The next moment, inside those trembling wooden buildings, the soldiers turned the huge winch together, and the hemp rope as thick as an arm was pulled tight, driving the wheels at the bottom of the wooden building to turn.

Stimulated by the blood energy of the demonic steed, the Buyun spell was stimulated to the limit, and every moment, the spell words engraved on the wooden wheel could not bear it, and collapsed and deformed by themselves.

But in exchange, these ten-foot-high wooden buildings rotated as a whole, they rotated slowly, and moved forward while rotating.

Many bunting soldiers were smashed through their bodies by sharp wood and hung on the corner of the wooden building. After struggling for a while, they turned into broken pieces of paper.

The tide of colored flag soldiers and horses let out a silent roar, and they were still coming.

The Flying Building Chariot looks tall, ferocious and terrifying, but it is a one-time war equipment. Whenever the wheels are cut, broken, and the wooden building is about to collapse.

The branches and leaves accumulated on the upper floor of the wooden building will be ignited, covering the upper half of the wooden building in black smoke and flames, and will fall down, causing even greater damage.

When each wooden building fell, the soldiers inside would flee in a hurry. Some of them could escape back to the officers and soldiers, while others were overwhelmed by the soldiers and horses with colorful flags.

Some soldiers and horses with colorful flags, half of their bodies have been ignited by the raging fire, are still charging and chasing after them.

In this section of the battlefield in front of us, the main participants are paper and wood, but it exudes an incomparably tragic aura.

When several flying tower chariots really approached the barracks, the general with the six command flags on his back jumped out of the camp, his horseshoes stepping on the wind, and he used Fang Tian's painted halberd to fight against the tower.

The wooden pillars were broken and splashed everywhere, and the wooden building fell to the outside of the camp instead.

The Taoist officials behind the officers and soldiers were all moved at this moment, as if they heard the sound of gongs and drums and the movement of gavels in their ears.

Those generals who ride their horses into the air are still paper figurines in essence, but they can roar loudly and qualitatively.

The breath of the battlefield brought a severed hand.

Hu Sanniang stretched out her hand to catch the black-smoky arm.

The part above the broken wrist, as well as the wrist guard and arm armor, had no blood at the cut, and no flesh and blood inside, but it made Hu Sanniang feel a little real weight.

"It's not like I haven't seen the heresy of paper people and horses before."

Hu Sanniang asked suspiciously, "But why are these colored paper soldiers so fierce that they seem to have a sense of sacrifice that is not inferior to that of real soldiers?"

Wang Laozhi, who was sitting next to him on the chariot, said: "The ordinary paper saber and gun technique is cut out by the mage himself or his servants, and some are cut into ghosts. It's just killing people."

"But these paper figures are different."

He chuckled and said, "When these paper figurines were cut out, they should have been entrusted with thoughts. For husbands, fathers, and children, all kinds of thoughts, expectations, bitterness and hatred, later these paper-cuts gathered to master the spell Such a kind of resentment can only be enlightened in the hands of a person."

"The man named Zhang Wanxian borrowed the hands of these paper figurines to avenge the imperial court for thousands of households!"

Gou Ying and the others' faces changed color upon hearing this, and they all said: "Mr. Dongwei, be careful!"

"What does it mean to take revenge on the court for the common people? It's clear that there are some thugs, some monsters, telling stories and misinterpreting public opinion."

"That's right, I'm the son of the Great Song Dynasty, today's Shengtian, and my destiny is the clock..."

The chaotic words were interrupted by a laugh.

"Hahahaha, you people are really interesting. What the officials care about is the plunder for a lifetime, and they don't care about the reputation of the EMI. You all have to deceive yourself and others to make up for him."

Wang Laozhi smiled and said, "I kind of understand why he likes you. After all, compared to some courtiers, you look much more fun."

After all, watching monkey shows is always more enjoyable than long-term serious advice.

Gou Ying understood what he meant, she was so angry that she couldn't speak, she thought to herself, after returning home, she must invite all her friends to read this book of Wang Laozhi from the emperor.

Looking in the direction of the barracks, Wang Laozhi thought to himself: take advantage of the hearts of the people, and entrust the paper figurines.There are thousands of different kinds of luck in the world, but there are thousands of similarities in misfortune.Therefore, Cai Wanmin's heart is full of sorrow and hatred, but the army of paper figurines trained can be dispatched in a unified manner.

"This kind of handwriting is also similar to the best alchemy method."

He carefully felt the true form of the spirit that was surging with vitality on the opposite side, rubbed his fingers unconsciously, with a greedy and curious light in his eyes, and said, "This Zhang Wanxian must be a good medicine!"

Although he had great expectations in his heart, Wang Laozhi still didn't make a move.

He is a person who can be indifferent to anything else, and even if he sees through it, he still has no emotions. He is extremely patient with alchemy and has invested a lot of emotion.

So he can wait until the battle becomes more intense, until Zhang Wanxian on the opposite side makes the first move.

You can even wait until the end of the entire war against Liangshan to look for this opportunity.

Unfortunately, he really couldn't wait for Zhang Wanxian to show up today.

Because when the sky was completely dark, the Feilou chariot was almost destroyed by the bunting soldiers.

Guan Sheng and the others had been harassing for long enough and were ready to retreat.

The colorful flag soldiers chased them for three miles, and then gradually withdrew.

Guan Sheng and others successfully returned to Quancheng.

A few days later, the imperial army attacked Liangshan's barracks again.

This time there were far fewer Flying Tower Chariots than last time, but more elite soldiers were sent, and private soldiers from other state capitals were also mixed in.

These private soldiers are good at oppressing the common people, but they have never actually been on the battlefield. Chen Xizhen used this method to hone them.

In this way, the soldiers and horses of Liangshan and the imperial court often fought. You come and go, and there will be fewer and fewer colored flag soldiers in the Liangshan barracks. People like Lu Da and Lin Chong have to go out and lead troops in battle.

On the other side, when Liangshan had no time to take care of him, private soldiers from various state capitals went on the road without worry, and all gathered in Quancheng, and the number of them was increasing.

This ebb and flow, but Chen Xizhen did not relax because of it.

He called Fenghui and others, and reminded: "Nowadays, there are more and more private soldiers in various places, with a total of more than 3 people. No soldiers and horses from Liangshan can get in."

Fenghui took the order: "Don't worry, Daozi, we will definitely screen carefully."

To identify this kind of thing, Feng Hui and other generals have already had a plan.

Liangshan's soldiers and horses currently have three components. One is ordinary young and strong people with shallow skills. After wearing red clothes, they have the strength equivalent to elite soldiers.

The second is the soldiers who were captured by Liangshan after the imperial army was defeated.

If this group of people mixed in, it would be difficult to distinguish, but it was almost impossible, they belonged to the government, how could Liang Shan dare to let them go back to the government army.

Even if Liang Shan really dared to do this, some of these people would definitely report to the general.

After all, the treatment of officers and soldiers is much better than that of bandits with no future.

Third, it is a paper man and a paper horse. It is easy to be detected by Taoist officials at close range.

After Fenghui and the others made daily inspections, they sent people to break up the private soldiers and mix them with the official army.

Chen Xizhen still maintained the safest style and sent these soldiers to attack the Liangshan barracks. In Liangshan, he had to send more living soldiers to resist.

Even Guan Luoyang personally made a surprise attack, and was besieged by Wang Laozhi, Gou Ying and other six Taoist officials and three hundred court warlocks together. They pestered him for less than half an hour, forcing him to return to the Liangshan barracks.

After Chen Xizhen heard the news, he finally showed a little joy, but it disappeared in a flash.

"Many thieves have been eaten away by us step by step, and they must be anxious. There must be some changes recently. You must be careful."

Chen Xizhen told him that he was too prescient, and that night, Fenghui rushed to report that strange things had happened in the barracks.

Many soldiers could not find their own shadow.

(End of this chapter)