I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 319: The Maurya Dynasty and the Central Plains officially go to war

Meng Tian's arrow was accurate and fierce. It not only condensed the morale of the soldiers, but also mobilized some of the country's destiny.

The arrow cut through the sky and shot straight towards the head of Xiao Jixiangtian in the sky.

dozens of miles away.

On the back of an elephant that was several times larger than other elephants, a man sat on a throne made of gold and inlaid with countless gems, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Is this the destiny of the Central Plains? How can a group of lowly fools possess such a divine object that belongs to the Great Brahma?"

The man stroked the trembling lion at his feet and spoke softly.

The ferocity in those eyes far exceeded that of any wild beast in the mountains. His naked upper body and solid muscles looked as if they were carved out of a block of iron.

The gold armband on his arm seemed to be about to break.

He was wearing only a pair of white wide pants with strange patterns on them.

A long black snake with a scarlet tongue wrapped around his neck.

Although he is handsome, mighty and domineering, the violent and bloody aura on his body is more prominent.

As the man finished speaking, his expression suddenly turned ferocious and furious. He not only crushed the lion's head with one hand, but also stomped on the ground with his feet.

Moody and unpredictable.

But there was only a loud bang.

The golden throne on the elephant's back shattered into pieces, the sleeping lion was blown into a bloody mist, and the elephant, which was dozens of feet tall, was broken in half and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Xiao Jixiangtian, who was dozens of miles away, was instantly wrapped by a gorgeous magic carpet that appeared out of thin air. He disappeared from the spot and avoided Meng Tian's attack.

And in the blink of an eye again, he appeared in front of Ashoka.

"Father, how are you?"

Just when little Jixiangtian was about to ask with horror why Ashoka had captured him.

In front of the Qin army and his men, Ashoka slapped her directly in the face.

"Humph, a mere person from the Central Plains dares to commit crimes against your superiors. You haven't done a single thing that I asked you to do!"

Ashoka's voice alone was enough to frighten little Jixiangtian so much that he lowered his head instantly, with beads of sweat dripping down his cheeks to the ground.

"Father, I have already asked Zhao Qian to withdraw the national destiny from the border. But it is difficult to ask the seven kings of the Central Plains to kneel down and submit to you."

"Difficult? Could it be that the seven kings of the Central Plains want to resist my army?"

Since Ashoka unified Magadha with iron-blooded and brutal means and became the sole master of the Maurya Empire.

He had long forgotten the ancient saying that had been passed down in the Maurya Empire for thousands of years: "The Central Plains can only be viewed from afar, and must never be touched."

Especially after learning that there was a secret of immortality in the Central Plains, Ashoka's ambition expanded to an unprecedented level.

"Father, there are only two countries left in the Central Plains today: Qin and Tang. Qin has a tendency to unify the Central Plains, but the King of Qin is ignorant and does not understand your greatness. They are unwilling to submit to you!"

After hearing the explanation of little Jixiangtian, Ashoka slapped him again.

"You incompetent fool, I've given you so many days and you can't even accomplish a trivial task. Go tell them to make the King of Qin kneel down and pay homage to me, or I will lead my army to slaughter half of their population in the Central Plains."

Because the Maurya Empire was located in the southwest, it knew almost nothing about the Qin State in the northwest of the Central Plains.

However, after being slapped twice, Xiao Jixiangtian did not dare to show any anger. He could only obediently come to Wang Jian and others again.

"Where is the King of Qin? Send him to meet our great King Ashoka!"

Looking at the arrogant expression of Xiao Jixiangtian, not only Wang Jian, who was known for his steadiness, but even the warlike Meng Wu, could not help but burst out laughing.

"How dare you, a mere barbarian, be so presumptuous? Hurry up and tell that Ayu to come over to see me, or I will head south and destroy your damn bird dynasty!"

Meng Wu was not polite at all. He rode his black horse to the front of Xiao Jixiangtian and spoke arrogantly with his chin raised.

The other people who rushed over after hearing the news also looked at the strangely dressed little Jixiangtian as if they had seen some incredible rare beast.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Jixiangtian felt a little confused.

They were both kings of the Central Plains, but when Zhao Qian saw him, he was as frightened as if he had seen a lion.

But why didn't these Qin generals in front of them feel even a trace of fear? Even their words and expressions were quite joking.

But then again, this is all Zhao Guizhen's fault. He only said nice things and didn't mention a word about the strength of Qin or the current situation in the Central Plains.

It seemed impossible to continue the conversation.

Little Jixiangtian's eyes suddenly turned fierce, and turned into an angry face with blue skin and red hair. With the idea of ​​killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, she pounced directly at Mengwu, who was closest to her.

The Maurya Dynasty was different from the Central Plains. Although it did not have military spirit, national destiny, or esoteric techniques, it also had its own unique methods.

Meng Wu watched as Xiao Jixiangtian swung a token made of bones and chopped at him.

Although he was curious whether this object, which was not as sharp as a blade, could break the armor of the Qin army, he still swung out his long sword to block it for safety reasons.

As the two weapons collided, Meng Wu frowned instantly, feeling something was wrong.

Looking down, he saw that his long sword and his right hand holding the sword were rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the bones of the middle finger and index finger were exposed, and the flesh seemed to have melted and fell to the ground.

"Submit to the great King Ashoka, or I will skin you, shave your flesh, and make a gorgeous thangka to hang in my bedroom."

Little Jixiangtian looked as ferocious as a demon, and the sound he made was like a wild boar’s struggle before death, harsh and sharp.

"Hmph, it's just an evil spirit!"

Meng Wu snorted coldly, his condescending eyes were so cold that it didn't seem like he was looking at a living thing.

He simply ignored the gradually spreading decay on his arm and simply raised his right hand which was oozing with pus and blood and full of holes, condensed 950,000 military energy, and chopped down at the opponent's forehead with one blow.

Although Xiao Jixiangtian can completely ignore the attack from Lecheng, he can resolve it with the help of Jixiangtian God alone.

However, facing the attacks of Pang Nuan and Meng Wu, who were threatening to overwhelm millions of soldiers, they had no choice but to dodge.

"Qin soldiers, are you going to be an enemy of the great King Ashoka? You should know that the King of Zhao, one of the seven kingdoms, has already surrendered to us. Are you going to..."

"Don't talk to me, savage dog!"

Meng Wu didn't give Xiao Jixiangtian any chance to speak, but continued to sweep with his sword, apparently wanting to cut the opponent in half.

At this time, Xiao Jixiangtian, seeing such stubbornness and a group of Qin generals who were eyeing him covetously, decisively chose to take a step back.

"Humph, you uncivilized pagan barbarians! Sooner or later, Ashoka's army will destroy your capital and sacrifice all your people to Lord Brahma!"

After Little Jixiangtian finished speaking, he spit out a group of black snakes from his mouth, and then, with the cover of the snakes, he fled towards Ashoka.

As for Meng Wu, after Xiao Jixiangtian left, he pulled out the long sword from his waist with his left hand and chopped directly at the elbow joint of his right arm.

"You little barbarian actually cut off my arm. Wang Jian, no one can compete with me for the head of Ashoka!"

Compared to losing his right arm, the real reason for Meng Wu's rage was the feeling of humiliation of being physically injured by a lowly barbarian.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you."

Wang Jian did not relax his guard against the Maurya Empire in the wild southwest. Instead, he was analyzing the battle between Meng Wu and Xiao Jixiangtian, and the opponent's massive three million troops.

"Everyone, spread out your formation and stay put for now."

Not to mention how many generals like Little Avalokitesvara were on Ashoka's side, just the thousands of huge elephant soldiers were enough to give Wang Jian a headache.

After all, he had fought in the Central Plains for so many years, and the biggest thing he had seen on the battlefield was at most the Fire Bull Formation of Qi State.

"Hey, Wang Jian, how can the great Qin retreat to the barbarians? If you are afraid of those giants, elephants, then hand them over to the Meng family army. I will kill them and share the meat with everyone!"

After having the accompanying military doctor bandage his right arm, Meng Wu shook it twice and shouted at Wang Jian.

Meanwhile on the other side.

When Ashoka saw little Jixiangtian returning in a mess, he kicked the other's face to the ground.

"I, Ashoka, don't need a useless daughter!"

He massacred no less than 150 cities, and the blood on his hands was dozens of times more than that of Bai Qi.

Ashoka, who ascended the throne of the Maurya Empire through brutality and murder, showed no mercy even to his own daughter.

Taking the trident handed over by his servant, Ashoka first crushed little Avalokitesvara's chin into pieces with his foot, and then stabbed the trident in his daughter's abdomen.

He lifted it high up and threw it into the army of men at the rear.

"Give it to my brave warriors to enjoy!"

Say it.

Ashoka pointed to a handsome man and said to him, "From now on, you are the leader of the Moro Army."

"Thank you, great King Ashoka. I will dedicate my life to you and Lord Brahma."

The man knelt on one knee, put his right hand on his left shoulder, and spoke with great sincerity.

After saying this, he picked up Ashoka's bare left foot and kissed it gently.

"Ayin, Mara, Shakya, and Tianxiang, the four armies will follow me to fight. Kill these lowly Central Plains people, and then divide up their women, land, food, and the magical national destiny that belongs to Brahma!"

Ashoka thrust the trident in his hand hard into the ground, and a gully spread to the front of the army. Thousands of elephant soldiers suddenly burst into flames.

From a distance, they look like small fire hills.

The total number of the Moro Army and the Ain Army was about 2.1 million, which were the two largest armies in the Maurya Empire. However, most of the troops in these two armies were low-level Aquds armed with scimitars and spears.

The Sakya army was led by Ashoka himself. It was composed almost entirely of the three castes of Kshatriya, Vaishya and Shudra. It was an elite force of about 300,000 strong.

As for the Celestial Elephant Army, it is a vanguard force composed of thousands of elephants and hundreds of thousands of slaves, responsible for charging ahead.

Although Ashoka's army was disorganized and not in battle formation.

But with more than three million people, plus an astronomical army consisting of thousands of elephants, the sense of oppression is unprecedented.

Even veteran generals like Wang Jian were encountering this for the first time.

However, facing the invasion of these foreign barbarians, everyone was excited and a flame of war was ignited in their hearts.

Moreover, at this moment, the 1.8 million Qin troops and the 1.3 million naturalized troops from Qi, Chu, Wei, and Han no longer had any nationality distinction, as they all fought for the Central Plains.

All previous barriers were temporarily put aside.

"Archers, get ready. At two miles, fire ten rounds at the rear of the barbarians."

"Meng Tian, ​​Meng Yi, and Zhuan Zhu are in charge of the elephant troops on the left wing."

"Li Xin, Zi An, and Ying Ji are in charge of the elephant soldiers on the right flank."

"In Qi, Chu, Wei, and Han, any general with a force of more than 500,000 soldiers will be in charge of the elephant troops in the middle."

"Mengwu, Baimacuo, break through the two wings for me and help me cut off Ashoka's head!"

"Everyone, wipe out the barbarians and spread the glory of the Central Plains!"

As Wang Jian's military order was issued, shouts of "Kill, kill, kill!" rang out from the Qin army formation.

The sound was like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth, and it even made the elephant covered in flames in the distance feel like retreating.

If it weren’t for the trainer on their backs, who would have stabbed the drug-tempered sword into the elephants’ necks and controlled them to continue moving forward.

Otherwise, before the two sides even start fighting, the Celestial Army would have trampled to death countless of Ashoka's soldiers.

Ten miles.

Five miles.

Three miles.

Two miles.

The Qin army fired dense arrows at Ashoka's army.

moment.

I saw the group of slaves behind the Tianxiang Army, as well as the "Achudes" of the Moro Army and Ain Army, falling down one row after another.

Although the Maurya Empire had a large number of soldiers, they were of a single type, disorganized and ignorant of military tactics.

Faced with the Qin army's arrows, the densely packed crowd, who were either holding scimitars or spears, had no way to dodge. In just one round of volleys, no less than 30,000 people were killed on the spot.

However, at the back, on the golden throne carried by a hundred slaves, Ashoka was seen with his left hand on his chin, looking calm and composed.

He didn't care at all about the death of these Aqiude and slaves.

After all, in his eyes, these people were far inferior to the higher castes such as the Kshatriyas, Vaishyas and Shudras.

"Go and tell those Achuds and slaves that I promise that after we conquer the Central Plains, they will become the Brahmins of the Central Plains, the highest caste in the Central Plains."

Ashoka called his followers and made a promise that he would never fulfill.

front.

After a few rounds of shooting.

The distance between the two armies was getting closer and closer.

"kill!"

Following Wang Jian's loud shout.

The war between the Qin Dynasty in the Central Plains and the Maurya Dynasty officially began.

The melee involving more than six million people was unprecedented.

The sounds of fighting and roaring reached from the heavens to the underworld.

On the battlefield, blood gathered into rivers, flowing across the earth, dyeing every inch of land red.

Broken limbs and arms can be seen everywhere, some hanging on the blades of weapons, and some being trampled underfoot.

Wherever the flaming elephant soldiers go, there is a purgatory of death and destruction.

Their huge bodies slammed into the Qin phalanx like heavy battering rams. The soldiers were ruthlessly trampled and their bodies were torn into pieces under the elephants' hooves.

The flaming tusks were like the god of death's scythe, easily piercing through the human body, lifting up and throwing down the Qin warriors.

Fortunately, the warriors of Qin are unparalleled.

A few quarters of an hour later.

The brothers Meng Tian and Meng Yi, with one spear and one sword, killed the two huge monsters and set a precedent for the Qin army.

Li Xin and Zi'an were not willing to be outdone. They raised their swords and slashed. The ivory broke and the head of the big-eared caterpillar rolled to the ground.

(End of this chapter)