Master of Hongjun

Beihai Yuling Pass is the administrative center of Beihai and the residence of Yuan Futong. It is also located in the northernmost part of Beihai and has the coldest climate.The wind from the North Sea is known as a cold knife. It is as sharp as a blade when it blows on a person's face, and even draws a few bloody mouths.

At this time, the weather in Beihai was as bad as ever, and the whistling north wind was blowing crazily, piercing people's bones.The coldness, the coldness in the bones, made the soldiers of the two sides who were facing each other at Yuling Pass uncontrollably curse this damn weather.

They have been standing in the gate for a long time, and thin thin ice can be seen faintly on the armor. Everyone has black lips, pale cheeks, and trembling legs. Obviously, they have had enough of the North Sea ghost weather. suffering.But the military order is like a mountain, without the military order of the commander-in-chief, none of them dare to move a step easily, they can only support them hard.

Their eyes never left the bodhi forest that was several kilometers away. Although they couldn't see what happened in the bodhi forest at all, and their sight was covered by the dense fog above the forest, they still didn't dare to move their eyes.Because in that bodhi forest, the biggest backers behind the two armies are fighting to the death.

.They kept praying in their hearts that the fight would end soon, and they would no longer have to continue selling frozen meat in the cold wind.At the same time, they didn't want the people in the formation to come out too quickly, and they felt a little uneasy.Because they knew that the first person to come out of this humble forest must be the winner of this battle.

No one knows which side the balance of victory will fall in the end. For the soldiers of the two armies, the monks in the formation are all god-like figures, and God knows whose strength is stronger.

So while they kept cursing the bad weather, they also prayed that the two factions of "immortals" would fight for a longer time, and try not to tell the winner so early.This kind of thinking is very contradictory. Maybe people are inherently contradictory creatures. They only expect different results because of different positions and different thinking angles.

It is better to expect the result than to know the result too soon.If it is a good result, it is naturally joyful.But what if the results are less than satisfactory?It's better not to know!

Yuan Futong was wearing a thick white fox fur coat, and walked back and forth on the top of the city, rubbing his hands vigorously while walking, and breathing into his palms.Although he has been in Beihai all the time and has long been used to the cold weather in Beihai, the degree of coldness today still makes Yuan Futong a little overwhelmed.As the head of the princes, Yuan Futong has forgotten how long it has been since he stayed at the head of the city against the cold wind like today.The daily fine clothes and good food have caused Yuan Futong's physical fitness to plummet, and he is not as strong as he was when he was young.

Yuan Futong was very annoyed and depressed, he could only keep fantasizing about the stove and the warm wine in the waiting mansion in his heart, so as to dispel the cold outside his body.

"How long have they been in?" Yuan Futong asked casually.The attendant who was accompanying Yuan Futong leaned forward, licking his face, and replied respectfully: "My lord, it's been three hourglass hours!"

Three hourglasses?Yuan Futong raised his thick black eyebrows, slightly surprised.

Beihai is located in the north, and the temperature is extremely abnormal. There are few days and many nights, and the days are often only a few hours.And because of the cold, the North Sea is surrounded by dark clouds all the year round, and it is difficult to see the sun, so the time can't be seen. Most of them use the common timekeeping method of Kyushu, and use the hourglass to determine the time.

At twelve o'clock a day, there are twelve hourglasses, which are supervised by specialized personnel, and errors are not expected.One hourglass is one hour, which is what later generations call two hours.Three hourglass hours, that is, three hours, that is, six hours.

"It's time for the three hourglasses, and they are about to come to a conclusion!" This matter is related to Yuan Futong's wealth and life, so he is unavoidably a little apprehensive.But under his majestic appearance, it was difficult for Beihai soldiers to find Yuan Futong's inner anxiety.

"Master Hou, if the masters of the Western Sect are defeated again this time, how should we deal with it?" A deep voice sounded, and someone asked softly in Yuan Futong's ear.In the North Sea, the only one who has the courage to talk to Yuan Futong so close is Han Cheng, the military god under Yuan Futong's seat.

Yuan Futong's expression changed, and a trace of panic rose unnaturally in his heart when Han Cheng said this.This situation is not impossible!Yuan Futong was almost scared out of his wits thinking about the suffering he had suffered in the past few days. Yuan Futong really didn't want to fall into that situation again.

Moreover, Yuan Futong knew from the conversation between the Western Sect and the Exterminated Taoist Sect that this battle was the final one that would determine the success or failure of Beihai.If the Western Sect were to suffer a disastrous defeat, Yuan Futong would be beheaded all over his family, implicating the nine clans in a tragic end.

Thinking of this, Yuan Futong panicked even more, and he couldn't help secretly regretting that he shouldn't have listened to the instigation of the West and lived a good life as Lord Marquis, but he had to risk his beheading to rebel.

"Shut up! The gods of the Western religion are all supernatural. They have the ability to turn their hands into clouds and turn their hands into rain. How could they lose to the useless monks of Donglu! It's enough to say this once. I think you are the first offender and will not be held accountable. .If there is another time, I will punish you for the crime of disturbing the morale of the army!" Yuan Futong shouted sharply, and Hou Ye's airs were quite coercive.

It's good to keep some words in your heart, once you say it, it's not the same thing.Yuan Futong's current situation is that he can only go up, not down, and has no way out. The success or failure of the Western Sect determines his fate. No matter how much he doubts the ability of the Western Sect, he can't question it on the surface!

Otherwise, even himself, the head of the North Sea princes, would lose confidence in this battle first, so how could the North Sea soldiers who followed him for food still have confidence?It's easy for morale to drop, but it's hard to get up again. Even if Donglu doesn't attack at that time, I'm afraid the gate of Yuling Pass will be opened privately by people who are greedy for life and afraid of death.

As the God of Bei Hai Hai, Han Cheng's mind is obviously not as rough as his appearance. He understood Yuan Futong's meaning in an instant after he pondered for a while, and he didn't feel annoyed at the moment. He took a step back and bowed his head.Sigh without a trace in my heart.

Regarding the current situation in Beihai, Han Cheng knew very well in his heart, and Han Cheng was also well aware of Yuan Futong's situation.Sometimes Han Cheng really wanted to scold Yuan Futong.

He, Yuan Futong, committed mistakes due to greed and ignorance, and his death is not a pity. Why should hundreds of thousands of soldiers from Beihai accompany him to die?

But these words, Han Cheng thought about it occasionally, but he never dared to say them.

Thinking of this, Han Cheng felt a little panicked.Holding on to the thick city wall with his hands, he looked down at the dark crowds of Donglu troops under the city, thinking that the future was bleak, and he felt even more uncomfortable.