One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Song Yun joined the fighters of the Jishuo tribe and rushed towards Huaishui together.

While walking and chatting, I quickly met several leaders of the tribe.

The strongest among them is the patriarch Shan Li. In the early days of Wusheng, he had dark skin, wore a simple leather armor, and carried a long dagger, showing a pair of thick and powerful arms.

He was the one who took the initiative to woo Song Yun just now.

The remaining five small chiefs are all Grandmasters.

Song Yun looked around, there were only more than 100 people in this team, but the average strength was extremely strong, and the weakest were all at the innate level.

It's pretty good to be able to gather more than 100 innates and five masters.

In the chat, I learned that the Jishuo tribe has responded to many calls.

On average, they have to fight against Heaven every ten years, and this "tradition" has lasted for nearly ten thousand years.

Tens of thousands of people died on the front line.

Even so, the Jishuo tribe actively participated in the recruitment and opposed the Heavenly Court with all their strength.

In the words of the patriarch Shan Li, there are more clansmen who have been bewitched by the Heavenly Court these years than those who died in battle!

Once converted to the Heavenly Court and became a believer, there are only immortals and gods in his eyes, and there is no concept of tribe or relatives.

These believers are dishonest.

Either drag other clansmen into the water, or steal valuable possessions, and flee south.

What's more, they will assassinate the leader of the clan, set fire, poison... use various methods to consume the power of the clan.

Therefore, when it comes to heaven, these people all grit their teeth.

"My younger brother became a believer in Heaven the year before last." Shan Li stared straight ahead, with complex emotions hidden deep in his eyes.

"When he wanted to escape, he was discovered by his father."

"He killed my father."

"Killed a grandmaster with an innate realm, because my father still didn't believe that he would do it."

As Shan Li spoke, his face gradually turned cold, and he suddenly turned around and shouted at the soldiers:
"All believers are enemies, no matter what your previous status is, never let your guard down!"

"The comrades around you may also be bewitched. Once you find something abnormal, call for help immediately without hesitation!"

"Understood!" Everyone shouted in unison.

In fact, everyone understands this truth, but when it really happens to me, seeing relatives and friends who have become believers, it is inevitable that there will be a little luck.

It is this fluke mentality that has capsized many masters in the gutter.

"Can the Heavenly Court directly confuse our soldiers on the battlefield?" Song Yun asked with a frown.

"Normally not, but it also depends on what level of Heavenly Court believers make the move." Shan Li recalled, with a flash of fear in his eyes.

"Back then, His Majesty Huangdi's beloved disciples were surrounded by the Heavenly Court, and the dignified Martial Saint Late Stage Venerable was directly bewitched by the Samsara Immortal Venerable and became a heavenly general."

"If the two gods and three immortals attack us, no one can stop them. Fortunately, the immortal gods are restrained by Emperor Zun, and they have no time to deal with us mortals."

As he spoke, he glanced at the young man in white robe beside him.

Along the way, the patriarch Shan Li has been walking side by side with Song Yun, chatting a few words from time to time, looking enthusiastic, but in fact he also seems to be wary.

After all, Song Yun claimed to be a casual cultivator with no background, this identity is really not reassuring.

It seems that they don't know anything, asking this and that. …

Shan Li felt a little regretful, wondering if it was the right decision to recruit this young man into the gang.

"Ahem, Song Xuan." Shan Li called Song Yun's self-reported name.

Emperor Xuan disappeared for tens of thousands of years, and most people thought that there were only four emperors in the north.Individuals who have heard of Emperor Xuan did not know the name.

Therefore, Shan Li, the patriarch at this time, has not yet connected the young master with the emperor of Megatron, and is still probing:

"Since you are a casual cultivator and are not restricted by the call-up order, why did you come here to take risks?"

Song Yun smiled, "Under the overturned nest, how can there be any eggs?"

"If this battle is lost, the Heavenly Court will rule the Central Plains, and everyone will kneel down and worship the gods, how can I live a free life?"

"Under the overturned nest, how can there be any eggs... That's a good saying." Shan Li sighed with emotion.

His suspicion towards Song Yun was slightly reduced.

At least he doesn't look like someone from Heaven.

The team of more than 100 people advanced extremely fast, and they walked quickly with their bags on their backs, and it was no problem to travel thousands of miles a day.

The Jishuo Tribe has been recruited many times, and they have already had experience. The first wave only dispatched a small group of elites.

With fewer people, there is less pressure on logistical supplies, and the movement is faster, so it is not easy to be targeted by Heavenly Court.

On the other hand, elite fighters are also more survivable on the battlefield.

Two days later, they approached the edge of the Huaishui battlefield.

The closer they were to the battlefield, the more tribal fighters responded to the call, and some teams began to camp and rest on the spot, waiting for follow-up arrangements.

These tribal warriors set up camps, unlike the standard army of later generations, just build a few straw huts and surround a fence, and it is considered a camp.

Some fighters are so strong that they don't even have a straw shed, so they wrap themselves in a blanket and lie down on the grass to sleep soundly.

Although the discipline is loose, the strength of the people who come is not bad. Generally, they are at least the realm of fourth-tier martial artists, and third-tier martial artists are rare, and first- and second-tier martial artists are not seen at all.

Song Yun has fully understood in the past two days that this is indeed an era for all people to practice.

Children at the age of six start practicing martial arts, hunting, and fighting, and they often have a second or third level of martial arts cultivation in their teens.

Although the population of each tribe is small, it is not difficult to recruit dozens or hundreds of martial arts masters.

Several large tribes that were close to the Yellow Emperor directly mobilized thousands of elite fighters, including three martial sages and twenty or thirty grandmasters.

The Jishuo tribe's team is inside, barely able to rank in the middle and upper reaches.

"Woooo-"

Someone sat in front of the thatched shed, took out the Tao Xun, and played it loudly.

On the Qingqing Plain on the north bank of the Huai River, desolate tunes echoed in the wind.

The fit warriors strode forward and sang:
"Emperor Yu Xingshi, repair my spear. Don't you say no clothes? The same robe as the son..."

"The boss, Gexi, wears a rhinoceros armor..."

Tribes from all over the world gathered in one place, speaking different accents and singing different tunes, but all with the same impassioned spirit.

Rumbling--

In the direction of the front line, there have been bursts of sonic booms, like thunder on dry land.

"The emperor has made a move!" Someone cheered loudly.

Where the smoke and dust started, a large group of people in Tsing Yi, holding array flags, talismans and other magic tools, passed by the Jishuo tribe, and then went straight into the battlefield. …

"Qishan Taoist Palace is here!" There was another burst of cheers.

In this era, Taoism is a rare thing, and there are basically only witch doctor associations in various tribes.

Witch doctors are the core figures of the tribe, and the patriarch is reluctant to bring them to the battlefield unless there is compulsory recruitment.

Qing Emperor Taizhu's Qishan Taoist Palace gathered the largest number of Taoist practitioners in the north, and was an important force on the battlefield.

At this time, the morale of the coalition forces of the various northern tribes was high. They gathered on the north bank of the Huai River, wielding knives and guns, cheering and singing one after another.

There were also people playing wrestling, wrestling, and martial arts competitions before the camp, which attracted crowds to watch and applaud.

Song Yun was not so optimistic. After a rough calculation, the total number of soldiers who applied for this batch was less than 5.

Although they are all elites, the number is too small, and a second batch may be recruited.

He pressed his hand to the ground, feeling the slight tremor from the south, and fell silent.

The heavenly soldiers dispatched by the heavenly court this time may be quite a number.

It's going to be a tough fight.

Orders were constantly coming from the front line, and it was the Yellow Emperor who was giving the orders, mobilizing troops one by one to go to the front.

In the evening, there were only 1 tribal fighters left behind, and most of them were transferred away.

Those who stayed behind also had tasks, to patrol around, guard the rear, and protect the supply line.

The Jishuo tribe is among them.

This is also considered good luck, and there is no need to go to the front line at the beginning, but several leaders in the tribe muttered, obviously dissatisfied.

Staying in the rear has no merit.

Only by killing the enemy on the front line can you get the reward of the Yellow Emperor, more cultivation resources and more land.

The patriarch Shan Li also complained: "Even the Martial Saints are not allowed to go to the front line, is it true that they don't pay attention to the Heavenly Court?"

"At the beginning of the battle, naturally we won't put all our cards on the table." Song Yun said with a smile, "The front line is dangerous after all, and it's not bad to contribute in the rear."

Shan Li sighed, "This time, besides fighting, I have another purpose - to find the younger brother who murdered his father and betrayed his clan."

"How to find it in the back, maybe this bastard will die on the front line today."

Song Yun: "What about after you find it? What are you going to do?"

Shan Li was silent for a while, then suddenly picked up the spear in his hand.

"Of course it is killing! After killing, take the body back for burial."

"He is my real brother only when he is dead!"

After saying that, he turned and walked away.

"Stop talking about that, go patrol first!"

Hulala, more than 100 people from the Jishuo tribe, followed, and together with Song Yun, walked west along the Huai River.

As the night darkened, I could see the flickering fire on the other side of the river.

Some are illuminated by torches, while others are exploding spells, like fireworks, flying in all directions.

The shouts of killing could be heard ten miles away, and there was a loud sound of the Venerable fighting each other from time to time.

The battle on the front line was in full swing, and it also conveyed a tense atmosphere to the rear.Many fighters of the Jishuo tribe hurried on their way without speaking.

Shan Li calmed down his emotions, turned around and saw this scene, and immediately reprimanded:
"The patrol is for you to walk? Raise your head and look carefully around for any abnormalities!"

A group of people hurriedly raised their heads, opened their eyes wide, and looked around in the dim night. …

They are not good at night vision, even with torches, they can't see very far.

Song Yun walked beside Shan Li, still pretending to be a master, in order to avoid being exposed, he did not actively release his perception.

However, just relying on passive eyes and ears, his observation range is farther than these fighters.

At this time, the east wind was blowing, blowing forward from behind them, and there was a faint smell of blood coming from the front line in the air.

And a hint of... a dangerous breath.

I thought it was just a routine patrol, but Song Yun always felt something was wrong as he walked.

"There is movement ahead."

"What!" Shan Li hurried up into the air, raised his eyes and looked forward.

On the banks of the Huai River, the terrain is dominated by plains, with only a few hills, woods, and bushes, and nothing unusual can be seen.

Because of the war, the people had already fled, and there was no one around.

After a long time, he landed slowly, shook his head and said, "No problem."

Several leaders nearby booed, they were all taken aback just now, and couldn't help criticizing Song Yun at this moment:

"Our patriarch is a strong Martial Saint. He didn't notice any abnormalities. What can you find? Don't make a fuss."

Someone else felt tired and said:

"This patrol is coming to an end, go back and rest immediately."

"Well, you might be going to the front line tomorrow, go to bed early and accumulate energy."

"No." Song Yun insisted, "Turn out all the torches, and if we go another twenty miles, there must be something wrong."

Now even Shan Li refused:

"Our task is to patrol until fifty miles west of the camp, and then go forward. Not only wasting time, but also violating military orders."

"Besides, I don't see any movement in the first twenty miles."

A leader next to him was dissatisfied: "It's already dark, and you still want to extinguish the torch? This is too nonsense, just follow us on patrol, don't mess around."

Song Yun shook his head, "Since you are not willing, then I will go by myself."

After finishing speaking, he threw the torch to the others and strode forward.

"This--"

Shan Li frowned, not knowing what happened to the young man, he insisted on running forward.

Did you really find something?
He couldn't help doubting his own judgment.

Twenty miles away, it was night again, even with the eyesight of a martial sage, it was difficult to see clearly.

But even I can't see clearly, how did this master find out?

"Patriarch..." Several leaders looked over, "Leave this person alone, let's go back first."

After thinking about it, it is better to be cautious in making a single decision.

"You go back first, at least there is no danger along the way, I will go with Song Xuan to the front to explore."

"If we haven't returned after an hour, report it immediately."

"No." Seeing that the patriarch had made a decision, these leaders could only return with the soldiers.

Shan Li sighed softly, quickly caught up with Song Yun, imitated him, concealed his breath, stopped the sound of footsteps, and hurried forward quietly.

He always felt that this "Song Xuan" had a mysterious origin, and he was by no means an ordinary casual cultivator. Seeing this stealth skill now, he believed in his own judgment even more in his heart.

The distance of twenty miles was quickly completed with the foot strength of two martial arts masters.

Song Yun lay on the ground with his ears pressed to the ground, pretending to listen.

In fact, he doesn't need to do this at all, it's just that he needs to do a full set of acting, and the grand master doesn't have such a strong perception ability.

Seeing this, Shan Li did as well. Hearing the movement from the ground, his expression gradually changed.

The dense rustling and rustling sounds are everywhere, as if covering the entire land.

That's a lot of enemies sneaking around!
Shan Li couldn't help raising his head, looking at the distance under the night.

The plain is still the empty plain.

But he could already notice that the large area of ​​ground in the distance was slightly arched and wriggling constantly.

He froze for a moment before he understood.

This is tens of thousands of enemies lying on the ground, crawling forward side by side, with wild grass on their backs, blending with the environment.

The connected body was actually disguised as the ground!
In this way, even if Wu Sheng looked at it from a high altitude, he would not be able to find any abnormalities from a distance.

Among the tens of thousands of enemy troops, no one uttered a sound, no one fell down, and no one disrupted the rhythm of crawling.

This kind of terrifying discipline can only be achieved by the heavenly soldiers of the heavenly court!

Single force only feels scalp numbness.

If there is no Song Yun, their patrol team will go back directly.

By early morning, this enemy army of tens of thousands of people had successfully lurked to the rear!