From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 34

"Come on, kill him!" A Tartar officer shouted with a distorted expression on the opposite side.

Zhang Wuji flicked the long sword in his hand, and the head of the Tartar officer fell to the ground instantly.

Several Tartar soldiers armed with long spears roared and stabbed, Zhang Wuji suddenly roared forward.

The powerful sonic boom spread crazily to the surroundings with the force, and everyone hugged their heads in pain wherever they went, and even black blood flowed from the mouth and nose close to Zhang Wuji.

The Raging Fire Banner and the Banner Envoy of the Flood Period, who had just been in place under the city wall, looked at each other with wry smiles on their faces when they saw this scene.

Their leader was too fast, but their siege crossbow and poison spraying water dragon were completely useless!

But fortunately, the gates of Jumu Banner and Houtu Banner have not been opened yet, so they still have a place to use.

The two of them just raised their palms to let their brothers cover the city gate for the two banners of giant wood and thick soil, but there was a roar over there, but a giant tree slammed into the city gate, knocking the city gate out. A big mouth.

Yan Yuan, the thick-earth flag in charge of the flag, took the lead with a special machete, and crashed into the gap.

The sound of shouting and killing sounded, and the thick city gate was skillfully hacked into pieces by a group of big men from the Houtu Banner. Two groups of more than 1000 horses carried huge logs and held machetes, and they rushed into the city of Haozhou.

Xin Ran, the envoy of the Raging Fire Banner, and Tang Yang, the envoy of the Hung Shui Banner, watched this scene dumbfounded.

Behind them, more than 1000 people from the two flags stamped their feet anxiously.

"Banner Master, you have something to say! This limelight has made them shine, so we just stare here?" Some of the subordinates muttered dissatisfied.

"that is!"

"What the hell is this? I've practiced on Bright Summit for a few months, but I didn't even get a chance to play in the first game of this debut?"

"Brothers are suffering!"

Here you are still complaining sentence by sentence, while Zhu Yuanzhang and others from the Fengyang sub-altar over there almost stared out their eyes.

They stormed for three days and three nights and the indestructible Haozhou City was broken by the leader like this?
Is this an illusion?
"Brother, this, this, I think the leader doesn't need us to support him!" Chang Yuchun muttered to himself.

Zhu Yuanzhang was patting a soldier's shoulder with one hand to boost morale, but now he was so shocked that he almost crushed the soldier's shoulder.

That is to say, Zhu Yuanzhang's martial arts is not high, not even a third-rate warrior, otherwise this soldier will probably be crushed to death by Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Why are you still standing there, why are you rushing at me!" Finally, Zhu Yuanzhang came to his senses, pulled out the sword at his waist and shouted.

The army was finally awakened by this roar, its low morale was suddenly high, and the shouts of killing were earth-shattering, and they rushed towards Haozhou City rumblingly.

"Fuck!" Xin Ran and Tang Yang on the other side reacted.

If the people from the sub-altar entered the city ahead of them, they would probably be ridiculed by the rest of the three banners for the rest of their lives.

With grim faces, the two threw away the musket and water dragon in their hands, and drew out the big knife at their waists.

"I heard you so clearly, let me rush in and kill his mother's tartar. We don't have horses, but if anyone dares to enter the city half a step behind the people in the altar, I will crush his balls."

After finishing speaking, the two took the lead, let go of their big feet and rushed straight to the city gate.

Behind the two of them, more than 1000 people in the fire flag and the flood period threw away their equipment in one movement, and ran wildly screaming and brandishing machetes.

Until he killed the last Tartar in Haozhou City, Zhu Yuanzhang still felt as if he was in a dream.

It has been nearly half a year since he raised the flag to rebel, and he has never fought such a hearty battle.

It's not a war at all, it's a massacre....

He found Zhang Wuji on a crenel on the city wall.

Even though he had just experienced a series of battles, the leader still looked like his green clothes fluttering. Except for a few drops of blood on his clothes, there was no trace of the battle at all.

He was like a tourist who came to the city wall to see the scenery and play.

But when Zhu Yuanzhang walked to Zhang Wuji's side, his face changed involuntarily.

In addition to the corpses here, there are still corpses. It is estimated that there should be no fewer than 100 people.

Some can barely see the human form clearly, while others have already become a puddle of minced meat.

Even after going through repeated battles, Zhu Yuanzhang still felt nauseated when he was here.

Involuntarily, he felt a little more awe of the young leader sitting on the crenel in front of him watching the scenery.

"Haozhou City has been completely taken down?" Zhang Wuji turned around and asked calmly.

"Report to the Hierarch, the Tartars have been killed and the City Lord's Mansion has been cleared out, the Hierarch can go there to wash and rest first." Zhu Yuanzhang said respectfully.

"Ok!"

Zhang Wuji nodded, pondered for a while and said: "Your Fengyang sub-altar will take full power here. You also have the right to dispose of the Five Elements Flag. If you are disobedient, just tell me."

"Remember to treat the people well, don't disturb the people, let alone leave after thinking about looting, manage this place well, and distribute the land of those big landlords to the people, so that we can gain the support of the people."

"Yes!" Zhu Yuanzhang bowed and agreed, taking note of every word Zhang Wuji said.

"You take this and study it with Xu Da, Chang Yuchun and the others. It will help you in future wars." Zhang Wuji casually threw a book over.

Zhu Yuanzhang caught it, took a closer look, and suddenly exclaimed: "Wu Mu's suicide note."

But when he raised his head again, Zhang Wuji had drifted away and disappeared.

"Yue Wumu's art of war, this, with it, the world can be settled, the world can be settled!" Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes showed ecstasy.

A month passed quietly, and Haozhou City finally settled down after repeated battles. The people in the city were frightened at the beginning, and now they have gradually accepted the rule of Mingjiao.

And they gradually discovered that although the Ming Cult is known as the Demon Cult, it treats the people very well. Not only does it not disturb the people, but it even divides the land equally.

All of a sudden, Mingjiao's reputation in Haozhou City increased.

Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao walked on the street, looking at the well-organized Haozhou City governed by Zhu Yuanzhang, he couldn't help but secretly nodded. Although this martial arts talent couldn't bear to look directly at him, his ability to govern the world was really outstanding.

Passing a construction site, Zhang Wuji paused.

These people are obviously building temples.

He was a little curious, so he grabbed an old man next to him and asked, "Old man, what kind of temple is this building?"

"The Temple of Emperor Zhenwu, everyone explained that the leader of the sect was actually born in Wudang Mountain, and he was the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu. He joined Mingjiao to save the world. Of course we have to worship Emperor Zhenwu to express our gratitude."

Zhang Wuji was happy when he heard the words, and felt a rather strange feeling in his heart.

Unexpectedly, this temple was originally built for himself.

But I am not the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu.

I just don't know if there is incense in the world, whether it is me or Emperor Zhenwu who receives the incense.

Zhang Wu didn't care about this, he didn't stop it, the theory of ghosts and gods prevailed in this era, even if Zhang Wuji didn't let them worship Emperor Zhenwu, they would still worship other gods.

As the saying goes, blocking is worse than sparse, let them worship themselves.

It is much better than believing in Shaolin monks.

(End of this chapter)