After the imperial army captured Quancheng, Chen Xizhen woke up slowly and found that he was already being supported in the carriage. He opened the curtain and looked outside, only to see devastation and scenes of fire burning everywhere.

Among the ruins, there is still the smell of sulfur released by the cannonballs of the Dragon King Cannon.

Gou Ying and others were leading the mages in the army, each of them found some high places, danced, called for wind and rain, cast spells to extinguish the flames everywhere, and reserved more places where troops could be stationed.

After the wind and rain washed away, the firelight disappeared and the yellow smell gradually faded, but this dilapidated city looked even more decadent.

Chen Xizhen looked all the way on the carriage. On both sides of the street, he didn't see a few dilapidated houses that were slightly higher than the carriage.

How many shells were needed to turn the entire city into this state? Chen Xizhen knew without asking that the gunpowder shells specially used for the Dragon King Cannon had been almost consumed.

What is hateful is that those who were buried under the gunfire were just some paper people and horses.

"These paper men and horses are able to hide their flaws under the discernment of Master Jiang Mo. It should not be a common heretical method. It must be Zhang Wanxian who dares to attack the army and has such ability."

Xiantian General Feng Hui came to the carriage and said with consolation, "Although we did not kill the Liangshan bandits, we also destroyed 20,000 elites who dared to attack the army. The fire of the Dragon King Zun Cannon was not in vain."

Chen Xizhen's voice was hoarse and he said: "Order the three armies to station themselves in the city for training, be on strict alert, hold the troops still, and send Kang Jie to the ten military governors to inquire about the movements of the rebels in various places."

At that moment, 100,000 elite soldiers were ordered to station themselves in this empty and ruined city, sorting out their supplies and rebuilding their fortifications.

Kang Jie, the son of the divine horse, practiced a pair of wind wheels and fire wheels. He stepped on two wheels and moved very quickly. He also had an accurate map drawn by the imperial court in his hand. He could travel at high altitudes and move freely as he wished.

Within three days, he visited the places where many generals fought, and the news he brought back said that recently many rebel soldiers, who were originally a ragtag group of soldiers, also wore red clothes similar to Liangshan's.

He was actually quite elite, traveling around and fighting with the generals of the imperial court, which made him very difficult to deal with.

Especially at Daming Mansion, Lu Junyi used a small skill to defeat Wang Huan, the leader of the top ten military governors. He actually charged into the battle alone many times and killed an unknown number of soldiers, big and small. Wang Huan also almost died.

Instead, Wang Huan's army was forced to retreat and stand firm.

"It seems that in the past few days, the Liangshan thieves have made great moves while remaining calm."

Chen Xizhen said, "However, except for Zhang Wanxian's dare-chi army, no other rebels can easily abandon their territory in such a short period of time and rush here with their troops."

This is indeed the case.

The soldiers and horses under Zhang Wanxian, except for the warlocks, are basically paper men and horses. When they use their magic power, they look like real soldiers, generals, swords and guns, but they can also be stored as light paper-cuts. There are just a few bamboo baskets.

Can hold tens of thousands of copies.

The other men and horses under the rebel army are not so convenient, and there is no need for them to travel long distances and gather them all.

Guan Luoyang gave them fighting life fibers that could be continuously devoured and multiplied. In addition to strengthening the combat power of their original rebel members, they also needed them to recruit more people who were willing to resist from various places and conquer those who did not participate in the Thousand Buddha Cave Alliance.

of the rebels.

Chen Xizhen sat in the dilapidated manor owned by Liu Guang in the past. He lowered his eyes and was silent for a few breaths. He had recently been recovering from his injuries and had always maintained his Taoist heart. He had given up his previous excessive arrogance and eagerness for quick success and was finally able to face the water.

These enemies in Boliang Mountain.

"The remaining five states on Jingdong East Road have not been captured or looted."

Chen Xizhen breathed out slowly and said, "Send five generals, Tang Meng, Yan Shun, Kong Hou, Fan Chenglong, and Zhen Dayi, each with a small group of troops, to notify the local government and famous families to protect their private soldiers.

Bring all the people from the hospital to Quancheng to gather together to fight against the rebels with me."

"Tell them not to be merciful. If there are really people who are disobeying the situation, they might as well kill a few of them to scare the monkeys."

In the next period of time, the imperial army rebuilt the fortifications in Quancheng and dug deep trenches. Six more Taoist officials led their thousands of magicians to chant spells and cast spells together, gather earth and rocks, repair the city walls, and open up the blockage of the moat.

place to redirect the water flow.

The city and outside were very busy. From time to time, one could see a large number of bricks and stones that had collapsed on the ground and were piled up like hills. Under the influence of magic, they rose into the air and were piled on top of each other to form a brand new city wall.

Demon soldiers all over the mountains and plains were sent out to cut down trees. In just a few days, the mountain peaks outside the city were all chopped down to bare patches, leaving only short tree stumps that could no longer hide people.

Thousands of trees were transported day and night, their branches and leaves were used as fuel, and their timber trunks were built into flying chariots.

Chen Xizhen, who regained his prudent attitude, brought into full play the strength of the imperial court's 100,000-strong army, and demonstrated a power that could transform the face of mountains and rivers.

During this period, Liangshan soldiers and horses tried to attack the city several times, but Chen Xizhen could not get out. The Liangshan people made several strong attacks to no avail, so they stopped.

On this day, Chen Xizhen called Guan Sheng and others to the mansion and said: "Marshal Han Shizhong once said that the twelve generals all have old injuries and must rest for a month before they can make achievements. Now, the first line is about 30 meters away from the border.

It has been more than one month since the military decree was issued."

"Are all your injuries completely healed?"

Chen Xizhen's expression was as calm as ever, and his temperament was very different from that of the previous period. He was dignified and dignified.

Guan Sheng and others heard the meaning of his words, and felt a little trembling in their hearts. They clasped their fists and said, "The general and others will obey the orders and will do their best."

"good!"

Chen Xizhen applauded, "The spies reported that Liangshan soldiers and horses were stationed on the shore beyond the water. There was also a military camp that stretched for several miles. It was expanded from the remnants of Yan Shude's army."

"Brother Yan is also an old friend of mine. I have always known his tactics and style of arranging troops, and I have deduced some of the flaws and key points in the military camp."

He took out a stack of sheepskin drawings and distributed them to Guan Sheng and others.

"Twelve generals will set out today and lead the flying tower chariots that have been built in the city to attack their military camps as shown in the picture."

"This battle is mainly about harassment. You can adapt to the situation and protect yourselves. However, it failed to achieve the effect of harassment, leaving the Liangshan bandits with the intention to take care of other things. I'm afraid I have no choice but to ask all the military judges to do it."

The generals listened to his last few words, calmly and slowly, but the chill was overwhelming. They did not dare to neglect, and immediately went to check those flying tower chariots.

The so-called flying building chariot is a rough wooden building built by using a large number of tree trunks, digging gaps in the wood, fitting and binding each other, and is generally about ten feet high.

Every outward-facing floor and every edge of this kind of wooden building is made of sharpened wooden rafters. If it had been hit, or if it had fallen down and been crushed over, it would have been a mess of blood and flesh, and it would have been horrible to look at.

At the bottom of the wooden building, there are huge wheels made of multiple logs, and there are warlocks in the army who never sleep and write the cloud-pushing spell. Once the spell is activated by the turbid air of the devil, there will naturally be clouds lingering and lubricating it, even if you walk on it.

It can also roll quickly on uneven dirt and stone roads.

In this way, each flying building chariot only needs eight soldiers to stabilize its balance and four ore-feeding horses to drag it before it can run out.

One hundred thousand elite demon soldiers, each with great strength, built four thousand flying tower chariots in less than a month.

In order to prevent Guan Luoyang from resorting to some crude tactics to disrupt the march, this time Wang Laozhi and other monks and mages with keen senses were also mobilized and left with the army.

When Guan Sheng and others left with these flying tower chariots, Chen Xizhen led others to watch on the top of the city.

Thousands of wooden buildings, taller than the city walls, were seen moving away, as if a whole moving town was about to attack the Liangshan military camp.

"Kang Jie, you can tell Tang Meng and the others to bring back the private soldiers from various places."

Chen Xizhen's tone was low, "I want to see how many people there are in Liangshan and how much energy they have. They can fight with me, a vast army of six soldiers and horses, one after another?!"

At dusk that day, Feilou chariots arrived outside the Liangshan military camp.

Liangshan soldiers and horses have already noticed that the colorful flag soldiers will pour out from every corner of the military camp, and they will come out of the camp like a tide to intercept them.

This time, the soldiers and horses of both sides were close enough, and Wang Laozhi and others were stationed there. It was immediately obvious that the soldiers and generals with colorful flags were not alive.

But there were so many soldiers and horses that even if the Taoist officials took action, it would be impossible to break the spell and return them to their original paper form.

The Taoist officials were also afraid that when they targeted the paper figures, they would be surprised by the enemy's warlocks. Fortunately, they did not rush to take action, and only confronted the spellcasters in the opponent's military camp from a distance.

Under the indulgence of these Taoist officials, colorful flags, soldiers, horses and flying tower chariots rushed together without any fancy.

I saw the wooden building trembling and making a loud noise. The colorful flag soldiers and generals who were hit by them, including men and horses, flew backwards, and their bodies were broken.

But the horses responsible for dragging the wooden building were also shot with the swords of the paper men and horses, bleeding profusely, and fell to the ground one after another.

The next moment, inside the trembling wooden buildings, the soldiers worked together to turn the huge winch, and the hemp rope as thick as an arm was tightened, turning the wheels at the bottom of the wooden buildings.

Stimulated by the blood of the demon horse, Buyun's spell was stimulated to the limit. At every moment, the spell words engraved on the wooden wheel could not bear it and collapsed and deformed on their own.

But in exchange, these ten-foot-high wooden buildings began to rotate as a whole. They rotated slowly, approaching forward as they rotated.

Many flag soldiers had their bodies pierced by sharp pieces of wood and hung on the corners of the wooden building. After struggling for a while, they turned into broken pieces of paper.

The tidal wave of colorful flags, soldiers and horses, roaring silently, are still coming.

The Flying Tower Chariot looks majestic, tall and ferocious, but it is a disposable war equipment. Whenever the wheels are cut and broken, the wooden building is about to collapse.

The branches and leaves accumulated on the upper floor of the wooden building will be ignited, shrouding the upper half of the wooden building in black smoke and light, and falling down, causing greater damage.

When each wooden building fell, the soldiers inside would rush out. Some of them were able to escape back to the officers and soldiers, while others were overwhelmed by the colorful flags and soldiers.

Some soldiers and horses with colorful flags, half of their bodies had been ignited by the fire, were still charging to kill them.

In this battlefield in front of us, the main participants are obviously paper and wood, but they reveal an extremely tragic momentum.

When several flying tower chariots really approached the military camp, the general with six flags on his back jumped up from the camp, his horse hooves stepped on the wind, and he used his halberd to fly to the tower hard.

The wooden pillars were broken and scattered, and the wooden building fell towards the outside of the camp.

The Taoist officials behind the officers and soldiers were all moved at this moment. They felt as if they were hearing the sound of gongs and drums and the murmur of shaking.

Those generals who ride their horses into the air are still paper figures in nature, but they can roar with sound and quality.

The breath of the battlefield brought a severed hand.

Hu Sanniang stretched out her hand and caught the black smoke-filled arm.

There was no blood in the severed part above the wrist, as well as the wrist guard and arm armor, and there was no flesh and blood inside, but Hu Sanniang felt a bit of real weight.

"It's not like I haven't seen the heretical skills of paper men and horses before."

Hu Sanniang asked doubtfully, "But why do these confetti soldiers have such ferocity, and seem to have a sacrificial pride that is no less than that of real soldiers?"

Wang Laozhi, who was sitting next to him on the chariot, said: "In the ordinary paper saber and spear skills, the wizard himself or his servants cut out paper figures, and some cut them into ghosts. From the moment they were cut out, they were just to ward off evil spirits.
To be continued...