Chapter 448: Calculate every step to send you back to the west

Author: Taiqing Yaodao

Chapter 448: Calculate every step to send you back to the west

Intense flames burned turbulently throughout the entire city, and with the help of strong winds, they kept hovering and rising in the sky.

All the buildings in Guancheng were all involved in the flames in a very short period of time. The flames burned more and more violently, and everything was quickly reduced to ashes in the flames.

The scorching heat filled every corner of the city, so scorching that even the air was distorted.

Li Xuan stood alone at the south city gate, calmly watching the scene of the burning city.

All the original guards on the city wall took a ladder to rest outside. Under the intense heat, they could not hold on for long.

Fortunately, the wind was southeasterly today, and the flames swept wildly northward.

Although the buildings in Nancheng were also burned clean, the impact on the city wall was not great, and they were only burnt to a charred black.

Li Xuan's eyes immediately looked further away.

The north gate opened directly, and the remains of the catapult at the city gate had been burned by the flames, and even the ashes were blown away by the strong wind.

Although Fang Fengjin used a catapult to prevent more Tianyin disciples from rushing into the city, the flames quickly burned through.

The flames even burned along the catapult along the mountain road.

Now, the place is full of charred corpses.

Li Xuan can think of that scene.

When more Tianyin cultists tried to rush into the city gate, Fang Fengjin and Zhang Wanyu drove everyone away.

Conflicting orders.

The people in front tried to turn around, but the people behind were still rushing forward and backward. Coupled with the fear of the high temperature of the flames, no one could tell how many people died in the chaos.

…

"Your Majesty, everything is ready." Qiu Zhenmu's voice came from below.

Li Xuan turned around and saw two water trucks on the ground, surrounded by soldiers who had been soaked.

They, and the weapons in their hands, were all wet.

Although the flames have disappeared in the city, the high temperature still has not dissipated. It would be very dangerous to rush out hastily, so I thought of this method.

Li Xuan glanced at everyone to make sure everyone was ready, and then nodded: "That's it, rush!"

Li Xuan stretched out her hand and waved forward slightly. Qiu Zhenmu immediately raised his hand and took the lead, charging towards the mountain road on the other side of Guancheng.

Countless soldiers behind him poured in like a tide.

Li Xuan stood at the city gate without any movement.

After the Qianniu Guards rushed through, came the Kuaiji soldiers led by Zhou Shen and Yan Tao, and then came the Wuzhou soldiers led by Xu Jian.

Qi Guang followed Xu Jian closely.

All the soldiers of the Muzhou Army rushed toward the mountain road on the other side of Guancheng.

After everyone disappeared from sight, Li Xuan jumped down from the city gate and sat directly on the tall horse.

He glanced at the sunset in the west, turned his head to look at Li Zhu, and said in a deep voice: "If there is only one person left, I will go to Zhuge Town to rest."

"Here!" Li Zhu left to make arrangements.

As soon as Li Xuan hit his horse and led a large group of people, he immediately rushed toward the northeast.

The direction of Zhuge Town is in the southeast.

…

After rushing out of Meiling Pass, the mountain road was completely dark.

The tall horse stepped over the corpses on the ground and rushed forward quickly without stopping.

The Tianyin Sect's camp is only ten miles away. By this time, they should have returned to the camp.

Qiu Zhenmu could imagine how those people were lost and distraught.

In today's battle, at least two thousand Tianyin cultists died in their hands, or even more.

Even if the remaining people escaped the flames, such a huge number of deaths had already shattered their military morale.

As long as the cavalry charges and kills, the rest is to catch the monkeys!

Thinking of this, Qiu Zhenmu's eyes couldn't help but flash with endless excitement.

While he was thinking, the ten-mile journey passed by in a flash, and Qiu Zhenmu had just pulled out the Thousand Ox Sword from his waist. However, when he saw the Tianyin Sect camp, he immediately stopped.

Because in front of him was a ruins burned by flames.

There were dozens of trampled corpses among the ruins, but there were only a few dozen.

The original Tianyin Sect camp now only remains in ruins, with only dozens of corpses left.

Although Qiu Zhenmu has never been here, he also knows that there were originally at least two to three thousand people in the entire Tianyin Sect camp.

What are these people doing now? Why have they disappeared?

Also, who burned down the camp here?

What's going on here?

In an instant, Li Xuan's figure flashed through Qiu Zhenmu's mind.

…

The setting sun has set directly under the West Mountain. Fang Fengjin and Zhang Wanyu are walking quickly on the rugged mountain roads with undulating mountains.

The mountain road is narrow and can only accommodate three or two people.

After traveling for who knows how long, a group of more than ten people finally stopped at the top of a low mountain.

The flame was quickly ignited, and a wild boar captured from somewhere was already placed on the fire rack.

Zhang Wanyu took out her water bottle and took a big sip, then she relaxed slightly.

She looked at Fang Fengjin and asked in a low voice: "Brother, why don't you just ask the saint what's going on?"

"The camp was probably burned by the people of King Nanchang. The Saints and the others went back, but they were just a step too late." Fang Fengjin shook his head slightly with a sullen face, looked at Zhang Wanyu and said, "Wanyu, the most important thing now is to find the place as soon as possible.

Navy, stop them from acting rashly, instead of fighting among themselves."

"Brother is right, but there are some things that still need to be clarified. Otherwise, if we trust the wrong person, we will all be doomed." Zhang Wanyu was still staring at Fang Fengjin closely.

"You want to put the blame on the saint." Fang Fengjin said, directly revealing Zhang Wanyu's true thoughts.

He shook his head and said softly: "This matter is not that easy. There were many people who went back with the Saint. When they went back, the flames had quickly ignited. There is no evidence to prove that this is related to the Saint. Besides,

, she has now brought people back to Jiande."

At this point, Fang Fengjin paused for a moment and then said: "You can blame this matter on anyone else, but not the Saint. She is still of great use to us. I really want to piss off the people behind her."

Well, now that I'm teaching an already difficult prospect, it's even more difficult."

"Could it be that the King of Nanchang really has the power to call forth wind and rain, and he arranged his manpower in advance, and when the strong wind blew up today, he set fire to our camp?" Zhang Wanyu stared at Fang Fengjin, with a look of disbelief on her face.

Fang Fengjin nodded: "I don't believe that he can control the wind and rain. After all, Taoist cultivation is mostly mental illusions... However, most Taoist people are geniuses. They can see the direction of the wind in the next few days in advance, which is fair to say.

Yes, maybe it’s the same situation every time we fail.”

"Maybe, we are defeated after all." Zhang Wanyu's expression began to darken, and she laughed at herself: "It is not uncommon to have this kind of ability. What is really rare is that someone can use this ability to the limitless limit."

Zhang Wanyu raised her head, looked at Fang Fengjin, raised two fingers, and said: "Two thousand people were killed directly by the two strong winds, and there were other casualties and more than this number. If we really count these

When his meritorious deeds are accumulated, those people in the Tang court shouldn’t just make him a general?”

"It's impossible if you haven't tried it." Fang Fengjin's voice suddenly made Zhang Wanyu stunned, and then Fang Fengjin sneered: "If this is true, then the civil servants and generals in the Tang court will destroy him with their own hands."

"Oh?" Zhang Wanyu immediately became interested in what Fang Fengjin said, which could bring bad luck to Li Xuan. She was very anxious in her heart, but at this moment...

"Pa, pa, pa!" A round of applause suddenly came from down the mountain.

A figure swept quickly from the bottom of the mountain.

Zhang Wanyu and Fang Fengjin immediately stood up and were on guard.

In almost a very short time, the visitor had already appeared on the edge of the hillside, and then slowly stopped.

Wearing black fish scale armor and an eight-sided Han sword at his waist, a tall and handsome young man walked up the hill step by step.

"King of Nanchang!" Zhang Wanyu recognized the person at a glance, with a look of incomparable resentment on her face, and the dagger instantly slipped into her palm.

A hand suddenly grabbed Zhang Wanyu's arm and pulled it back hard. Zhang Wanyu was immediately pulled behind.

Fang Fengjin slowly pulled out the long knife in his hand. Under the bright moon above his head, he stared at Li Xuan: "How did you find us?"

The mountain road was rugged and difficult to navigate, and they had to travel a long distance on this road. The roads they planned to go to Sanheguan were almost all roads that no one had ever traveled before.

Even they themselves had to build bridges when encountering mountains and rivers.

They themselves didn't know which way they would take, and how could Li Xuan catch up.
To be continued...