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Buzz.

The moment when the embankment was dug into the Luo River.

Wen Yue couldn't hold himself back and sat down on the ground.

The Northern Wei Dynasty had 150,000 troops.

Completely covered by Luo River floods.

With the current weather, even if you can't drown, you will freeze to death.

The concentration of evil spirits in Feihong Stream immediately shot up into the sky.

They were standing far away and couldn't see clearly, but the surging gray mist had completely enveloped the entire valley.

Tushanjun inside the banner could not hold back his throb. This was the first time he had seen such a huge evil energy.

Although the quality of the evil energy born by ordinary people is not high, the amount is enough to give birth to powerful ghosts.

this moment.

Wen Yue felt a panic coming.

It was an indescribable tension, as if something was strangling his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

It was more like the lungs were swollen, compressing the air in the body.

Wen Yue shivered and clutched the soul flag tightly. The coolness of the soul flag calmed his overheated mind a lot, and even his nervousness was relieved.

Tu Shanjun knew that Wen Yue would become famous in one battle.

They ran for 200 miles in the dark, beheaded thousands of people, and dug the Luo River embankment to flood the Northern Wei Dynasty's 150,000-strong army.

This battle, whether it is a bad name or a bad name.

Wen Yuedu has reversed the disadvantage of Daliang Beidi.

"Sir, did I do the right thing?" Wen Yue pulled away the soul flag and asked in a low voice.

There are only two words on the soul flag: 'Regret? ’

Wen Yue shook his head: "I don't regret it."

Wen Yue didn't know why he was trembling, because he felt great fear and unstoppable trembling.

But at the same time he was excited.

But Tushanjun understood.

That is the reverence for life, which comes from human instinct.

But that's all.

Wen Yue was not shaken by this, but became more determined.

Why did he come to the Northland War?

It is for the countless people in Liang behind.

Hide your mansion and save one or two families.

How can it be compared to saving the world?

At this moment, Wen Yue seemed different.

He transformed.

He got on his horse and looked into the distance, watching everything calmly.

Liang Jun no longer needed to kill, and most of the soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty had been swept into the Luo River.

After the cotton armor absorbs water, it will increase its weight significantly, and the soldiers who are caught in it will not be able to climb out at all.

It's too far away to see clearly.

You can only hear the raging Luo River roaring like an angry dragon.

In this move, the river changed its course.

Feihongjian directly became the main road of Luohe River.

As for the plan to use warships to cut off the Tongguan grain route after the Luo River water level rose, of course it disappeared with the arrival of the flood.

Big win!

An unprecedented victory.

Three thousand cavalry defeated an elite army of 150,000 people.

Hear the news of the great victory.

Tongguan is boiling.

The people all rushed to tell each other, excited and happy.

Geng Lie from Shuai Mansion sat down on the chair and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He actually took the risk and won.

If the scout military report was not fraudulent, then Tuoba Hong and his 150,000 troops would have been completely doomed.

Geng Lie, who was shocked by the battle report, stared blankly at the door of the commander's mansion.

He missed such a huge military exploit.

It's too late to regret now.

Geng Lie tossed and turned, but he didn't think it was his problem.

It must be because Wen Yue's expression was unclear.

An Bo didn't give any good advice either.

It's just that he doesn't know how to fight and wants to take the credit for himself.

"Master, you actually don't have to worry about this."

"What's the explanation?" Geng Lie looked at the master beside him.

The master held up his hands and said with a smile: "The battle report is still mainly about the commander-in-chief. Even if the supervisor and the deputy commander have something to say, the commander-in-chief can take a large share of the credit for this matter with just a few words."

Scholar-officials were very familiar with writing memorials.

Geng Lie hesitated in his heart. As the commander, he could get some military merit even if he did nothing. If you want to take an extra share this time, you will have a falling out with the Marquis of Jing'an and other nobles.

However, this great meritorious service can lead to the title of marquis and the title of Prime Minister in the Zhu Kingdom.

If he just watched it slip away and only take his deserved share, he was really unwilling to do so. He still wanted to take more shares.

He was granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister, and added to the immortal merits of the Zhu Kingdom. He was just a little more generous, so what if he offended the Marquis of Jing'an and An Nanbo.

In the final analysis, among the younger generation in these two mansions, only Wen Yue can take the lead, and the rest are just idiots.

Even if the only person who needs to be dealt with is Wen Yue.

"The pen and ink are at my service, I want to write a memorial and report it to Your Majesty!"

…

Seven days later.

Wen Yue, wearing black clothes and covering his face, appeared in Feihong Stream.

The white snow barely covered the floating bodies.

Corpses littered the fields on both sides of the strait, and the entire valley was filled with evil spirits.

On that day, the water flooded 150,000 troops, so Wen Yue laid out magical stones to restrain the evil spirits on both sides of the Feihong Stream.

The reason I didn't collect them for three days was because I thought that if we wait longer, more advanced ghosts would be created by the evil spirit.

There are too many vacancies in the soul flags. If they were all ordinary ghosts, the growth of Tu Shanjun's strength would be very limited.

Not to mention how many people would drown in the end, the 150,000-strong army would have lost at least 60-70%, or even more. This time the evil spirit is lingering, even if you don't use the spiritual eyes, you can see the black mist condensing with the naked eye, just like the real thing.

If such a huge amount of evil energy is completely absorbed, it might be able to bring the soul flag to a higher level.

Although magic stones were arranged to trap the evil spirits, the evil spirits still sank far faster than usual. This may not be just a problem of Feng Shui pattern.

It's a pity that Tushanjun doesn't know how to escape from the earth, otherwise he really wants to go underground to see what the reason is.

"Contract the evil spirit."

The soul flag flew out from Wen Yue's arms, and under the urging of magic power, it suddenly opened and grew to about ten feet.

The black background is red all over, hanging on a long jade pole while fluttering.

The ferocious evil ghost has flags on its face, and its scarlet ghost eyes seem to be flashing.

As soon as the soul flag came out, the majestic evil energy around him seemed to have found an outlet to vent, and swarmed in.

The ghostly banner cloth is filled with dark luster, and the scarlet pattern pen is quickly drawn on the soul banner.

The inconspicuous variegated material on the long pole turned into small particles and was squeezed out.

Even the evil ghost statues have become more exquisite and lifelike.

The mist inside the soul banner surged, affecting the other ghosts and ghosts within the banner.

Wen Yue was not idle either. There were still ghosts walking on the ground, so he used his magic power to grab the ghosts and throw them into the soul flags.

In fact, there are not many ghosts that have truly entered the level, but more of them are the ghosts of strong ghost soldiers condensed by evil spirits.

But since you can't win by quality, you can win by quantity. If the ghosts of three hundred ghost soldiers enter, Tushanjun's strength can be further improved.

"Well you thief."

"You're actually stealing things here!"

A figure wielding a sword fell to the ground and glared at Wen Yue.

Wen Yue frowned slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Isn't this, fellow Taoist, serious?"

Tu Shanjun inside the banner also looked at the scolding person.

The young man walked out gracefully, wearing a long robe and holding a sword in his arms, his face uncovered: "Who is a Taoist friend like you, a demon thief?"

"You must have stolen the evil spirit under Tongguan City a few days ago."

"Soul flag?"

"The traitor of the Blood Fiend Sect."

The young man glanced at the ghost-faced flags lying above Feihong Stream, and then looked at Wen Yue.

Wen Yue didn't show any panic at being called a heel. Instead, he raised his hands and asked, "I wonder who your friend is?"

"Then you have to listen carefully."

"I am Zhu Lin, a disciple of the Yuanling Sect. I have been ordered by my master to guard the Nanyue Mountain battlefield and clean up the evil spirits."

"Also responsible for slaying demons."

Zhu Lin glanced at Wen Yue arrogantly.

The general pattern of Feng Shui in Nanyue Mountain caused evil spirits to sink into the ground very quickly, which also resulted in the ghosts and ghosts born on the battlefield being few and far between.

His strength is more than enough to clear a battlefield of 100,000 people.

Although Zhu Lin couldn't see Wen Yue's strength, he knew from the rough way he used magic that the person in front of him was not very strong.

However, the spinning soul flag is quite magical, as if it is not ordinary.

Tu Shanjun's expression was solemn. The person who came here was not very old, but his physical aura was very powerful. He was even stronger than Zhou Liang who he attacked back then.

"Fifth level of Qi training, or sixth level?"