I can summon misery

Chapter 42

Silent night, bright stars, snowflakes falling slowly in the sky, as far as the eye can see, it is a silvery day, suddenly a gust of wind howls up, rolls up a cloud of flying snow, sweeps across the world.

There was a loud bang, and the gate of Golden Fort opened, and the guards of Golden Fort came out in an orderly manner under the leadership of Wang Fansheng, and on both sides of Wang Fansheng, there were two famous bowmen—Jiangmen Fei Meng, Sikong Ling.

Mu Yu looked down from a high position, and more than a hundred people were being beaten and trained by the Marquis of Triumph using the method forged in the Huo Zhai Buddha Prison Army. Their demeanor and aura were quite different. Only the aura of the soldiers in the army was integrated, and the leader Wang Fansheng , the heart is also surging.

During this period of time, as the number of people under Mu Yu's command gradually increased, he also became more and more aware of his lack of strength.So he tempered himself even harder, and asked the Lord of Victory to teach him how to train soldiers.Now, Mu Yu has no one who is suitable for leading troops, Wang Fansheng knows that this is his last chance!

A real chance to earn a place under Mu Yu's command!

"The will to fall into the battle, there is death but not life!"

"The will to fall into the battle, there is death but not life!"

"The will to fall into the battle, there is death but not life!"

It was clear that there were more than a hundred people, but it set off a thousand waves of noise and shocked the whole world.

The Marquis of Triumph watched from a high place, and he knew in his heart that if only one-tenth of the hundreds of people survived this battle, Mu Yu's army could usher in a new round of expansion.To maintain a power, only combat power is not enough. More important than combat power is people.

"set off!"

Hou Kaixuan said coldly, echoing in the wind, there were no more words, just two simple words, but it was enough.

"Let's go! Fight!"

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

The footsteps thundered like thunder, smashing the flying snow, crushing this piece of white snow, the mighty torrent, and went straight to the bottom of the Fenglang Mountains!

What do you say to wait for work with ease?
No need for passive defense.

There is only one word in the art of war of the triumphant marquis - attack!

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Outside Tongkui Town, among the woods, several figures gathered in one place, carrying out an unknown transaction.

"Okay, all the news you want is here, and your favors will come to an end." The homeless man in a black cloak weighed the bag in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

"Because I'm an acquaintance, I'll give you another suggestion, go away, Tongkui Town has already arranged arrangements, and you can't hide the news." The homeless man looked at Zhu Yanhang in front of him, shook his head and said .

"We never thought that we could hide it from them. We came here for revenge, so why cover it up."

"Hey, the opponent's camp has innate masters, as well as those messy forces, just the five of you are not enough."

"Then don't worry about it."

Zhu Yanhang slowly shook the feather fan in his hand, and put away the letter given by the homeless man. According to the news from the Ningyang Houfu, Lu Yuankong's manpower will arrive in Tongkui Town tomorrow morning, and he only needs to work together to besiege it. But why, there is always a sense of foreboding.

"Okay, okay, you can do whatever you want, then our meeting will come to an end, I hope to hear your names next time, it won't be such a bad news." The homeless man shook his head and said nothing more, Shaking the snow off the cloak, he turned and disappeared into the night.

"Golden Fortress..." Zhu Yanyang sorted out the thoughts in his mind, looked at Chu Yilian who had never said a word, "Okay, the matter is over, Yilian, let's go."

Chu Yilian nodded, and the two of them took a step forward, intending to go to Tongkui Town, but unexpectedly, the atmosphere changed suddenly as they stepped forward.

"No!" Chu Yilian flicked the short knife and dagger lightly in his hand, and only heard a few clear cries, and a few silver needles that were imperceptible in the dark night and white snow were knocked to the ground.

"Hide your head and show your tail, show yourself!"

Zhu Yan shook his feather fan, the foehn moved with him, the white snow melted into snow water, and saw the dream pen swiped, the foehn melted into nothingness in a blink of an eye.

"Ok?"

"I used to accompany the floating clouds to return to Wancui, but I still accompany the sunset and the sound of autumn. There are infinite paintings in the world, and there is no painting of sadness."

"Sky burial with thirteen knives, six-stroke Danqing Shangguan Yuanque, please."

As soon as the word "please" falls, the vivid six strokes emerge, the dream strokes are sacrificed again, and the illusion of ink painting is opened!

"Sky Burial Thirteen Knives? It's another completely unfamiliar force!" Zhu Yanhang frowned, it seemed that until now, his own side still knew too little about the enemy.

On the other side, flowers and rain are flying, but a gorgeous figure appears lightly, blocking Chu Yilian's way to help.

"The room is full of lanterns, and the shadows of people are uneven. It's not like in the Shangyuan period. Whoever sees the fish and dragon dancing all night, the roads of fragrant flowers are divergent."

"Sky burial with thirteen knives, dancing fish and dragons at night and flowering thousands of trees!"

There was a gust of fragrant wind, and the petals hit people, Chu Yilian didn't dare to be careless, and waited intently!

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Outside the city of Yanji, the Duke of Yan's mansion, which looks like Wubao, in the study, Nie Chuanmeng is wearing pajamas, he just got up, and beside him is the emergency report of the military situation by the staff, which is the matter of Tongkui Town.

"Judging from the current situation, it seems that Jinguangbao has preemptively struck."

"Is that so?" Nie Chuanmeng pondered for a while after listening to the military report, his old face was full of solemnity.

"It's a text message sent by the spies of Tongkui Town with a messenger talisman. It should be true, but the number of words is limited, so it's hard to describe it completely." The staff on the side said softly.

"Heh, instead of retreating, he took the initiative to attack. He is a lunatic. This adopted son of the Mu family has a completely different temperament from Mu Heng's." Whether it is passive defense or passive defense, the two approaches have different advantages and disadvantages.But being able to make a decision in such a short period of time is worthy of praise.

Sometimes, decisiveness is also a precious quality, and it is a characteristic that a superior person must possess.

Even though sometimes the decisions made may be wrong, that's better than indecision.

"Do you want to pass the news to Commander Yan?"

"It's not necessary. Even if you tell Xuan Chang the news, it's too late for him to go now, and it will make him embarrassed." Nie Chuanmeng said lightly: "Pay close attention. If there is an urgent military situation, report it at any time."

"Yes." The staff hesitated for a while, but still said: "The former Marquis of Jing'an has news, I hope we can provide some help to Mu Yu in due course, whether..."

"Help is of course possible, but of course not now."

While speaking, Nie Chuanmeng's eyes seemed to have crossed a long distance and landed on the fierce war that was about to break out.

"Only the victor is eligible to receive the goodwill from the Duke of Yan."

"Does the lord think that Mu Yu has no way to win?"

"Thirteen Pirates, Marquis of Ningyang, Duke of England, if they can still win in such a battle, then this abandoned son of the Mu family should be a hot newcomer in the northern region." Nie Chuanmeng squinted his eyes, "On the contrary, I think that this battle may surprise most people."

"Similarly, the pattern of the entire northern border may also change."

(End of this chapter)