Judge of the Lamp

Peng Xiunian, the prefect of Yunzhou, stood on the tower, watching the movement of praying across the mountain.

Seven days have passed since I said goodbye to "Xiao Songting".

He boasted to "Xiao Songting" that there would be a big battle within ten days, but now the enemy has never sent troops, and sent scouts to investigate, only saying that the enemy is busy cutting down trees and building camps.

Just looking at this style of play, there is no momentum to suppress the rebellion. Could it be that the enemy army was frightened by the battle of more than [-] people?

During these seven days, Peng Xiunian successively called in more than [-] people from all over Yunzhou, and the strength of the army had reached [-].

It is meaningless to continue recruiting manpower. He only has twelve Puppets in his hand, and each puppet can only reach [-] people. The current force has reached the upper limit of the puppet's reach.

Peng Xiunian returned to the tent, wrote a letter, sealed it with sealing wax, and put it in the letter box.

He took out an iron box from under the table, opened the box, and took out an iron chain more than two feet long.

Peng Xiunian took out an oil pot and poured some oil on one end of the iron chain.

The oil slowly disappeared on the iron chain, and the iron chain slowly squirmed on the table.

Peng Xiunian tied the letterbox to an iron chain.

The iron chain twisted twice, felt the weight of the letter post, then straightened his body, and flew out of the tent in an instant.

The guards at the door only felt a gust of wind passing by, and didn't see the appearance of the iron chain at all.

Two hours later, the iron chain fell into a courtyard. Ye Ansheng, the former owner of the penance workshop, stepped forward to pick up the iron chain and untied the letter box.

After reading the letter, he walked into the bedroom in the main courtyard, looked at Long Xiulian lying on the bed, and said, "Peng Xiunian will march tomorrow to attack the Xuan army's camp."

Long Xiulian was covered with bandages, and there was not even a gap on his head. He said in a vague voice: "I have never seen Peng Xiunian. I thought he was very powerful. I didn't expect him to be impatient. Why can't I wait any longer?" Two days?"

Ye Ansheng took out a pen and paper, and while writing a reply, he shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter if you wait."

Long Xiulian said: "Why don't you go over and have a look at such a big thing?"

Ye Ansheng still shook his head: "It doesn't matter if you go or not."

Long Xiulian smiled and said, "Is that why you trust Peng Xiunian?"

Ye Ansheng continued to shake his head: "I don't believe him, but I can trust my own strategy. No matter what method the other party uses, those [-] people will definitely die. As long as they die, the True God of Wei Dao will surely come back to the world."

Long Xiulian said: "Xu Zhiqiong is a ruthless person, so you are not afraid that he will kill Peng Xiunian? If Peng Xiunian is dead, who do you ask to use the skill of evil thoughts?"

"It doesn't matter if he dies or not," Ye Ansheng said expressionlessly, "There is someone in the army who can use the skill of evil thoughts instead of him, and there is more than one, and he himself knows about it."

Long Xiulian sighed in admiration: "Da Sikong, you really have no plans left!"

While talking, Ye Ansheng wrote the reply letter, tied it to the iron chain, poured some more oil, and let the iron chain fly.

Long Xiulian said: "What are you going to do next?"

Ye Ansheng said: "Go and finish the business in the capital."

"If Chen Shuncai asks you for a reward, how will you respond?"

Ye Ansheng shook his head and said: "I didn't promise to pay him, I didn't promise him anything, it was you who promised the reward, I just let him come to you." …

Long Xiulian laughed and said, "You really know how to tell jokes."

Ye Ansheng didn't smile.

Long Xiulian laughed dryly for a moment and said: "Are you really going to call that eunuch here?"

Ye Ansheng said, "What else? I can't beat him."

……

Peng Xiunian received Ye Ansheng's reply and ordered the cook camp to eat extra meals tonight, to eat fine grains, and each sergeant was given two taels of meat.

We're about to hit the road, and it's time to let them have a good meal, to live up to my reputation of loving the people like a son.

Holding the rice bowl, the veteran looked at the two pieces of fat, frowned first, and then smiled.

He knew that there was going to be a war tomorrow.

He knew that this was likely to be his last meal.

He called a young man beside him, that young man looked like twelve or thirteen years old.

"Baby, I'm getting tired of eating this meat for you."

The boy ate a piece of fat meat, wiped his tears and said: "I heard that there will be a war tomorrow, and if you eat this meat, you may die."

The veteran smiled and said, "Are you afraid?"

"Why aren't you afraid? I haven't fought a war..." The boy sobbed a few times.

"Baby, do you think the magistrate treats us well?"

"Okay!" The boy nodded vigorously, "Master Zhifu is as close to us as parents."

The veteran asked again: "Do you think the imperial court should not be hated?"

"Hateful! I can't wait to tear that emperor into pieces!"

"That's right, people live a lifetime, they have to know what is kindness and what is hatred!
Those who are kind to us, we have to pay back with our lives, and those who have hatred towards us, we have to take revenge at the cost of our lives!

Baby, I'm old, I should go to the ground, I'm dead, I'm not afraid, you eat more, eat big, win the battle tomorrow, you will be a general for the magistrate in the future, wait for the magistrate to lay down a piece of land for us Jiang Shan, you will follow the magistrate as a duke! "

The young man nodded vigorously, and the veteran took out a gourd from behind: "I still have some wine in reserve, you can drink it together! Strengthen the courage of the young man!"

……

At dawn the next day, Peng Xiunian ordered the troops to march.

Marching and fighting is not an easy task. If there are less than [-] people, as long as there are no major mistakes in the command, they can be kept in order when they charge into battle.

After a thousand people, you have to pay more attention to the formation.

After more than [-] people, the scheduling of people and horses must be skillful.

After one hundred thousand people, the general must have a tacit understanding, be skillful in responding to the situation, and have a plan for every advance and retreat, otherwise the army will be unable to move an inch.

These more than [-] people have not received training, and there are no decent officers in the army. When they heard an order, everyone cheered and moved forward. unsightly.

Fortunately, there were so many people, and the sergeants encouraged each other, so there was no fear of fighting for the time being.

Chang Decai, who was hiding on the side of the road to observe, whispered to Li Shabai: "Painter Li, have you seen the puppet of Dienian?"

Li Shabai shook his head and said: "The memory puppet is very similar to ordinary people. It is impossible to find it in such a scattered army formation. It will not appear abnormal until someone casts the spell." …

The front army was still two miles away from the enemy camp, and their marching speed gradually slowed down.

They were afraid.

This is a real war.

The vanguard who walked in front looked at the dagger in their hands. They didn't know whether it was hacked or chopped, and how it was used.

Then look at the enemy camp that is faintly visible in the distance. The camp is tall and strong, and there are many bow towers and arrow towers. How can ordinary people not be afraid when they see it.

Those who walked in the front row began to have weak legs, and their steps almost stopped.

Many young people have already begun to wipe their tears.

A voice shouted in the ear: "Father and fellow countrymen, the thief is right in front of us, rush to me!

If we can't win this battle today, we will all die, either on the battlefield, or be caught alive by them,
Our family members have to die too, why can't these bastards do anything?Women have to be ruined by them, children have to be beaten by them, and even our ancestral graves have to be dug up by them!They want to change Yunzhou!
Anyway, it's death, let's kill a way out!Fight with them!Fight with them! "

No one knew where the voice came from, it seemed that they were right next to them, but they couldn't tell who was speaking.

The scenes in the words seemed to appear in front of their eyes. They seemed to have seen the officers and soldiers ruining their wives and daughters, and saw themselves being hacked alive by the officers and soldiers after being captured.

kill!kill!Kill!

The former army let out a cry.

Peng Xiunian hid among the chaos, holding twelve invisible silk threads in his hands, and was silently casting spells.

Through these threads, he controls the twelve superimposed puppets hidden in the army.

Driven by evil thoughts, the former army, who had been stagnant, suddenly started running.

The people, who were originally full of fear, had blood red eyes and hideous faces, screaming and rushing like beasts.

More than [-] people shouted loudly, and Tao Huayuan, who was hiding by the side of the road, covered her chest, feeling oppressed and flustered.

This is the power of the skill of evil thoughts?
The power to turn a living person into a demon!
She glanced at the barracks, and was very worried about that thief boy.

The corners of Li Shabai's eyes trembled, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

He saw a sergeant walking along with the soldiers in the army formation.

His body was shaking rapidly, not out of fear, the trembling frequency was not something normal people could do.

He is not a human being, but a thought puppet!He is stacking evil thoughts!
Seeing that Li Shabai had disappeared, Tao Huayuan felt uneasy.

Where did he go?

Looking for a puppet?
not necessarily!He may have escaped.

Wuwu is coming soon, although Li Shabai has a high level of cultivation, he is definitely not the opponent of Wuwu!

Li Shabai escaped, leaving us all behind!
Let me run away too!

If you stay here, you will definitely die!

But if I escape, what will the thief do?
I'm going to rescue that thief boy, and I'll lead him to kill a bloody road!
These people are not ordinary people anymore, they are evil spirits, they should be killed!

Not long after, Li Shabai returned to the distance, holding a very thin silk thread in his hand, and said to Tao Huayuan, "Give this to Marquis Yun!"

Tao Huayuan's eyes were bloodshot and she didn't respond for a while.

A burst of energy struck, awakening Tao Huayuan!

Li Shabai shouted: "Seize your thoughts, resist evil thoughts, and give this silk thread to Yunhou!" …

Tao Huayuan woke up like a dream, activated the magic circle, and sent the silk thread into the camp.

In the camp, thousands of soldiers stood.

Among these thousands of sergeants, some held spears, some raised spears, some drew long bows, and some held battle flags.

But they all maintained a fixed posture, motionless.

These sergeants are not human beings.

They are wooden puppets carved by Li Shabai.

Behind these thousands of wooden soldiers, there are "tens of thousands" arrays waiting to fight.

These "tens of thousands of people" were drawn by Li Shabai, but they look like the real thing.

In the entire camp, there was only one living person.

This living person is the only one who will not be disturbed by the technique of evil thoughts.

This person is Xu Zhiqiong.

boom!boom!boom!
There was a knocking sound outside the door, and Xu Zhiqiong took a deep breath.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

Back in the northern border, you led less than a thousand people to resist the tens of thousands of Tu Nu's army, and you were not afraid!

kill!kill!kill!

The shouts outside the door were deafening, and under the control of evil thoughts, the voices they shouted were not human at all.

Boom!

The camp gate was smashed.

A group of people poured into the camp and fought with the wooden man standing in the forefront.

Chop with a knife, chop with an axe, dig with your hands, and bite with your teeth.

Sawdust flew, and the first row of wooden figures quickly shattered to pieces.

Xu Zhiqiong gritted his teeth!
fear not!fear not!
They're just ordinary people, I'll take them home!
The petals in his hand danced and turned into a silk thread.

Got the first puppet!

Xu Zhiqiong tightened his grip on the silk thread, infusing it with the power of imagery.

Juan Zuozai said, I can only be regarded as a middle-aged man without the long history seal.

That's okay, I'll just be a Zhonglang for a while!
Judge's sixth grade skill - Zhonglang is fearless!