I, Kunpeng, established the Heaven Court at the beginning and seized the position of Saint

Chapter 117 Attacking Beihai City [Seeking monthly tickets]

Since King Di Xin of Shang led an army of 700,000 to personally invade Beihai, after a year of confrontation, Beihai was almost on the defensive.

The prestige of King Di Xin of Shang Dynasty soared, and all the princes in the world were shocked. For a time, the princes who had ulterior motives began to hesitate.

Beihai battlefield, inside the Shang Dynasty camp.

"Your Majesty, the vanguard officer, General Nezha, has broken through... Su Quanxiao was killed eighty miles away..."

The messenger in the tent was respectfully reporting the latest situation, but at this time Emperor Xin was looking at the sand table in front of him with an indifferent expression.

"Your Majesty, within a year, we have already taken down all the surrounding strongholds, leaving only Beihai City!"

For the first time, Wen Zhong smiled for the first time in a long time.

The North Sea was difficult to attack, and he had been prepared for the attack for seven or eight years. However, the wind direction changed in just one year.

The sand table shows the terrain of Beihai, with the battle flags of the Shang Dynasty planted all around. As the two armies confront each other, only Beihai City remains.

Once Beihai City is breached, the terrain will become flat and the entire Beihai will fall under the command of the Shang army.

"Beihai City!"

Emperor Xin looked calm as he slowly took down the last few battle flags of Yuan Futong on the sand table and replaced them with the battle flags of the Shang Dynasty.

Looking at the lonely Beihai City, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Send a message to the three armies! Integrate the troops and attack Beihai City in ten days!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Just as the messenger shouted to pass on the message, another messenger suddenly ran in excitedly.

"Report... Report to the king, victory news! When Generals Su Quanxiao, Bo Yikao and others defeated a small group of elite enemy troops, they captured Yuan Futong's son!"

After hearing this, Wen Zhong smiled and bowed:
"Your Majesty is extremely blessed. Just when he was about to attack Beihai City, he captured Yuan Futong's son. When he is offered sacrifice in front of the battle line, the morale of the three armies will be boosted!"

A man of Yuan Futong's status would definitely not surrender just because of a son, and it wouldn't even affect his mood too much.

Therefore, the greater benefit of the so-called son of Yuan Futong is that it boosts the morale of the three armies and makes the soldiers of the three armies believe that God is on their side.

At the same time, it weakened the morale of the rebellious princes in the North Sea.

The soldiers of Beihai thought that God favored the Shang Dynasty, otherwise why did everything go smoothly since the King of Shang came to the front line?

"it is good!"

After hearing this, Emperor Xin smiled with satisfaction and shouted to the messenger:

"Su Quanxiao has made great contributions by capturing Yuan Futong's son alive in Beihai. He will be granted a title of nobility after Beihai is pacified. Spread this news to the three military camps!"

"Yes!"

As Emperor Xin's bold voice echoed, the messenger retreated respectfully.

At the same time, the 700,000-strong army of the Shang Dynasty was shocked by the news.

Become a marquis!

There are only so many princes in the world. Although Emperor Xin had previously promised to make princes of the rank of princes those who made contributions in attacking Beihai, he has not fulfilled his promise after more than a year in Beihai.

But now a prince has appeared!
That night, when Su Quanxiao and others returned, they naturally saw that the morale of the three armies was high.

"Haha, congratulations, General Su."

"No, no! It should be Lord Su."

"Your Majesty is so generous. He really gave titles to these princes as he wished."

Inside the Yin Shang camp, countless people were excited as the first person was conferred the title of marquis, and many generals were even showing excitement.

Who doesn't want to be one of the princes?

When Su Quanxiao returned and learned the news, his face was full of smiles.

Faced with everyone's compliments and teasing, his face was flushed.

"Thanks to the great king's blessing, after we pacify the North Sea, you brothers will also have the opportunity to be granted a title of nobility."

These princes and hostages were all smiling, some were envious and some were jealous, but at this time, the decree of King Di Xin of Shang to confer titles on them was aroused in their ambitions.

They were originally hostages and had no share in inheriting the family business, so it was a godsend opportunity for them to build their own business in Beihai and even be granted a title of nobility.

"Bo Yikao, I really envy you legitimate sons, you don't have to do anything to inherit the family business, unlike us who have to work so hard."

After more than a year of military service in Beihai, Bo Yikao's original elegant demeanor had lost a bit of its original elegance, and instead gained a bit of solemn and tough air.

However, as the only legitimate son among the hostages, he was naturally ostracized, and only a few people were on good terms with him.

Faced with someone's ridicule, Bo Yikao smiled indifferently, as if he was laughing at the other person as a clown.

This immediately angered one of them, who sneered, "Tsk, if he's called the legitimate son, he must have been abandoned a long time ago, right?"

"I heard that Xiqi Jifa is being trained to become the second Xibohou, and has begun to control the army."

Naturally, none of these princes' sons are easy to deal with, and where there are people, there will naturally be conflicts.

"That's nothing to worry about."

Facing the ridicule, Bo Yikao smiled calmly, "At least Xiqi is a big family with a great business. Even if it is not my turn to inherit the title of Marquis of Xibo, I will be better off than you."

"you!"

Just when a fight was about to break out, Su Quanxiao, with a flushed face and a wide smile on his face, quickly stopped the fight.

"Congratulations to the King! Congratulations to the Shang Dynasty!"

Su Quanxiao shouted excitedly, his eyes revealing his crazy admiration and excitement for Emperor Xin.

He became a local lord by his own efforts.

Now he is completely fanatically loyal to Emperor Xin.

The soldiers of the Shang Dynasty's army were even more aroused in their ambitions, because this was a tangible temptation.

The position of princes!

Even on the second day, the King of Shang's imperial decree was announced.

The first marquis to invade Beihai City!
Whoever cuts off Yuan Futong's head will be made a marquis!
Those who make great contributions will be granted the title of nobility!
Under the wind and snow, the Ice City of Beihai, a hundred miles away, was filled with a dull and murderous atmosphere.

"Damn it! Bastard!"

When Yuan Futong learned that his good-for-nothing son had been arrested, he flew into a rage.

Especially since the two sides were only a hundred miles apart, the dense torches in the Shang army camp and the excited morale shouts echoed in the snowy night.

They could all clearly feel the gap.

Yuan Futong, standing on the city wall, looked at the Shang Dynasty camp in the distance and was shocked and angry. He was not worried about his son, but was worried about the morale of the Shang Dynasty.

On the other hand, although their morale was not directly affected, it was obviously filled with a depressed atmosphere.

"Damn it! We agreed!"

Although Yuan Futong was extremely anxious, he looked calm on the surface. In front of the soldiers, he snorted coldly: "You are just a piece of trash, it's not a pity to die!"

He looked as if he didn't take his son seriously at all, and then Yuan Futong walked down the city wall angrily.

Yuan Futong became anxious when he returned to the tent, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Master! Come out quickly, Master! My son has been captured. The cities around Beihai have been almost taken down. The army of Shang Dynasty will soon attack Beihai City..."

After Yuan Futong took out a golden mirror from his arms, he began to look for a backer in a panic.

A blurry figure appeared in the golden mirror, and he snorted in annoyance.

"What are you afraid of, useless? Beihai City is so strong, and you have the help of the Jiuli descendants. You may not have the advantage in terms of military strength, but you are definitely no worse than Yin Shang in terms of the number of cultivators."

"Plus, I will give you endless food from the North Sea, so what are you afraid of..."

With the comfort of the blurry figure, Yuan Futong finally felt a little more at ease.

In terms of military strength, the combined forces of the 72 princes of the North Sea were not as large as the Shang Dynasty's army, with only more than 300,000 troops.

But they had enough food and rations, enough to feed the army for fifty years.

Not to mention they were still on the defensive.

As the shadow in the golden mirror disappeared, a smile appeared on Yuan Futong's face, and he murmured to himself to comfort himself.

"We have sufficient food and supplies, and 300,000 troops guarding Beihai City. With the advantage of the city and the large number of strong men on our side, we have the advantage!"

Yuan Futong muttered to himself that even if the Shang Dynasty wanted to capture Beihai City, it would take at least six or seven years, or at least three to five years at the fastest.

If you hold your ground, it won't be easy to break through such a strong city.

Ten days later!
The wind and snow suddenly stopped, and a huge black army appeared on the vast snowfield.

"The army of Shang!"

The soldiers on the top of Beihai City cried out in surprise when they saw the dark figures in the distance, and then the deep sound of the horn echoed over the snow valley. Beihai City was built on the mountain, like a natural moat directly blocking the only way to Beihai.

As long as they take Beihai City, they can march straight in and no barrier can stop the Shang army.

Rumble!
The cold air was filled with low voices echoing as a mighty army of 500,000 elite soldiers of the Shang Dynasty charged towards them.

In the world of gods and demons, all mortals who can become elite soldiers practice martial arts, and each of them is a strong man capable of lifting seven or eight hundred kilograms.

Even in this freezing and harsh environment, morale was not affected at all.

Beihai City was a fortified city. In order to increase its defense and deterrence, Yuan Futong and other 72 princes ordered cold water to be poured on the city.

With this repeated pouring every day, Beihai City looks like a giant ice beast standing in the wind and snow.

The huge army began to line up.

The golden royal flag of the Shang Dynasty fluttered in the cold wind.

On top of the city.

"How many troops will it take?"

"Everyone, we have a strong city to defend, prepare for battle!"

The soldiers on the city walls were formed by the integration of the seventy-two princes. Although there were cultivators from the Jiuli descendants joining in, their high-end combat power was not inferior to that of the Shang Dynasty.

But overall the quality is still inferior.

At this time, Yuan Futong, wearing heavy armor, also stepped majestically onto the city wall. Standing at the foot of the city wall, he looked at the Shang Dynasty army in the distance with a majestic look, and then he burst into laughter.

"What ability do I have against the Shang Dynasty? It turns out that even if Grand Master Wen Zhong and the King of Shang join forces, the only way is to attack by force."

At this time, after seeing the formation of the Shang Dynasty army, Yuan Futong was a little frightened, but he still pretended to be calm and looked at everyone.

"Soldiers, we have a strong city to defend, and there are countless spiritual rice in the city. How can the Yin Shang break our Beihai strong city!"

As Yuan Futong's sonorous and powerful voice echoed on the city wall, the deafening sound of drums resounded through the heaven and earth.

For a moment, the morale of the Beihai army was boosted.

In the distance, a 500,000-strong army was lined up in a mighty battle array, and terrifying catapults appeared one after another. (Don't ask why there are catapults, even gods have them.)
Emperor Xin, standing at the commander's flag, wearing heavy armor and riding a jade unicorn, slowly walked to the front of the battle. At this moment, he looked at the fortified city from afar, and waved his hand calmly with a majestic look without any anger.

In an instant, eight hundred sons of princes and generals, dressed in gorgeous armor, reined in their horses and walked over.

At the same time, Su Quanxiao was supporting someone behind him.

"Your Majesty!"

Su Quanxiao clasped his fist respectfully, while Emperor Xin nodded calmly.

"let's start."

"Yes!"

After hearing this, Su Quanxiao couldn't help but reveal an excited look. He then shouted loudly and rode his warhorse directly to the front of the formation. The person behind him who was dragged by the rope was crying and shouting in a panic.

There was a crisp sound of a whip, followed by a miserable scream.

On the silent ice and snowy field, Su Quanxiao put away his whip. At the same time, the soldiers on the city wall of Beihai in the distance also frowned as they watched this scene.

Su Quanxiao looked at Beihai City with an arrogant sneer and shouted:
"I am Su Quanxiao, the son of Jizhou Marquis Su Hu. I am currently the commander of the Northern Front of the Great Merchant Brigade, commanding more than 10,000 elite troops! The princes of the world have sent their sons to pay tribute to the Great Merchants, and the world calls them hostages!"

"Yes! We know that this is our chance! I, Su Quanxiao, was ordered to conquer Beihai and made great contributions. I captured the son of the traitor Yuan Futong alive and have now been granted the title of marquis!"

"The king has issued an order! The first person to enter Beihai City or the first one to open the city gate will be made a marquis! The first person to kill the traitor Yuan Futong will be made a marquis! The first person to turn against the enemy and make great contributions will be made a marquis!"

Su Quanxiao's resolute voice echoed in the sky, making the soldiers in Beihai City a little restless.

Become a marquis!

Especially the generals in Beihai, they were all trembling in their hearts. Didn’t they follow Yuan Futong in rebellion just to gain a good life?
This is a feudal lord!

At this time, Su Quanxiao in front of the formation seemed to have become the representative of the Shang Dynasty. As he roared, Emperor Xin behind him showed a satisfied smile.

He never liked to use force, and the best way was to use inducements to shake the morale of the army.

Haven’t you seen that the loyal ministers of the Shang Dynasty were not shaken by money or power, but under the temptation of deification and immortality from the disciples of the Chan Sect, they began to change their hearts one by one.

As Emperor Xin smiled indifferently and waved his hand casually, a figure holding the flag of the princes appeared in the army the next moment.

A cavalryman carrying a large red flag representing the princes appeared behind Su Quanxiao.

At this time, Emperor Xin shouted loudly in front of the three armies:

"Su Quanxiao has made great contributions and can be granted a title of nobility! But the blank space on the flag of these vassal states means that you have no territory yet. Once you conquer the North Sea, whatever territory you and Su Quanxiao conquer will all be your fiefdom!"

Following Emperor Xin's loud shout, countless generals instantly became jealous.

Isn’t this what these mortal generals are looking for?

Only some soldiers who practiced Taoism secretly suppressed the greed in their hearts. They practiced in order to rely on the luck of the dynasty and could not be greedy for this.

Monks are also human beings, and some of them also have families and relatives.

Perhaps they just wanted to rely on the dynasty's luck to practice, but under the temptation of this title, it is not impossible to let their descendants or clansmen inherit it.

No matter what, having a local lord in the clan will also enhance his fortune. Although there will be causes and effects, they have all entered the business world, so he is not afraid of having more.

As Emperor Xin's voice echoed, the Shang army roared with excitement, while the soldiers on the opposite side of Beihai City were a little panicked.

"Haha! Everyone, after we conquer the Shang Dynasty, we will have a lot of territory in the world. If we want to be granted a title of nobility, we must choose the rich land of the Shang Dynasty."

Yuan Futong laughed to calm the morale, but at this moment, the Shang army obeyed the orders in an instant as Emperor Xin raised his hand.

Su Quanxiao's face was flushed with excitement. He swung the whip in his hand fiercely, and the person behind him screamed again in an instant.

"We, the princes and hostages, have your father to thank for this."

Su Quanxiao was looking at the prisoner behind him with a smile on his face, who had made great contributions to him.

"If your father hadn't rebelled, there would be no chance for us to be crowned as marquises."

Originally, the son of Yuan Futong was a tough guy, but the strange methods used by the monks filled him with fear.

"Go and persuade your father."

Under Su Quanxiao's laughter, the embarrassed man who was tied to the back of the warhorse showed a look of pain, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Father!"

In a panic, he walked to the front of the formation and knelt down with a plop. There was a strange gloom in the fear in his eyes.

This is because all three souls and seven spirits are injured, and even two souls and four spirits are lost, causing the soul to be absent-minded, as if it were a different person.

"Father! The Great Shang army has arrived. Surrender! Otherwise, the people of the North Sea will suffer after the city is broken!"

My goodness, this son of Yuan Futong cowardly and embarrassedly tried to persuade the enemy to surrender in front of the battle line.

This caused a commotion among the soldiers in Beihai City, and Yuan Futong even looked furious.

"Waste! Such spineless waste!"

Yuan Futong cursed loudly and shouted in front of the soldiers: "Sharpshooter, shoot this rubbish that is shaking the morale of the army to death!"

However, no soldier in the army dared to do so. Even the capable Jiuli monks stared into the distance, as if they did not hear these words.

Kill your son?
Why don't you kill yourself!

Sure enough, in his pent-up anger, Yuan Futong grabbed the strong bow held by his personal soldier and prepared to shoot the beast to death.

However, after seeing this scene, Su Quanxiao on the battlefield showed a mocking smile.

"It seems your father is really cruel."

As Su Quanxiao drew the sword from his waist, reined in his horse and slowly walked in front of him, with the sword placed at his neck, Yuan Futong's son was so terrified that he began to beg for mercy in front of the two armies.

"My father is a traitor, but I am not. I am willing to be loyal to the Shang Dynasty and help it eradicate the rebellion..."

Despite the spineless plea for mercy, Su Quanxiao looked towards his king.

But Emperor Xin, who was standing under the general's flag, smiled.

"I have always been kind and benevolent. Although your father has rebelled, I will give him a chance to live. When the battle is over, you will join the siege army as the vanguard. As long as you can break through the city gate, I will pardon you!"

As Emperor Xin's indifferent voice echoed, two officials came forward and dragged him directly into the siege army.

He was actually still in the camp of that huge and terrifying metal battering ram, and he was trapped by an iron chain, with no chance of escape.

"Whoever captures Beihai City will be made a marquis! Whoever cuts off Yuan Futong's head will be made a marquis! Whoever performs great merit will be made a marquis!"

As Emperor Xin suddenly raised his arm, a loud shout echoed in front of the three armies.

After the promise was made personally by the Shang Dynasty King, the three armies were instantly in an uproar!
"Flatten the North Sea!"

　The next chapter directly passes through the Battle of the North Sea, then returns to Chaoge and starts the main storyline of Conferred God.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)