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Chapter 167 Compassionate Monk (First order plus three)
The sky is gray, the fields are vast, corpses are strewn across the fields, and blood flows like rivers.

Yuan Hualing led one hundred thousand flame cavalry, galloping across the vast grassland like a sea of ​​blood.

The herdsmen of the tribe are all good at riding and shooting. If it is an ordinary army, they may not be their opponents, but the flame cavalry are all elite frontier troops who have experienced many battles.

The one hundred thousand flame cavalry accounted for five points of the power of Dali's northern army, and the remaining nearly one million soldiers accounted for the remaining five points.

at this time.

At the foot of Longyuan Mountain.

Ye Su'er stood in the tent, looking at Liang Yi with bloodshot eyes.

In four days, in less than four days, the tribes under his command lost four.

One tribe per day, each tribe has thousands to tens of thousands of people, all lying on the vast grassland.

This was the killing brought about by the flame cavalry, but the source was Liang Yi in front of him.

If it wasn't for his cooperation with Bailianzong, the flame cavalry would not send troops, and the tens of thousands of herdsmen would not have been slaughtered.

Ye Su'er was filled with anger at this moment.

There was anger towards Dali and the flame cavalry, and anger towards Bailianzong and Liang Yi.

However, Liang Yi didn't feel ashamed at all, he just said: "It's just a group of barbarians and herdsmen. Compared with Dali's thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, this barbaric grassland is worthless."

"That's my clan!" Ye Su'er gritted his teeth and said.

"There are still many people in your clan." Liang Yi said.

"I want to send troops to drive away the flame cavalry." Ye Su'er said.

Liang Yi shook his head and said, "It's not yet the right time, and it will be even more detrimental to you to start a war rashly."

It's not that he looks down on Ye Su'er, in fact, compared with Dali, the power on the grassland is too far behind.

Although all the nomads are born knights, Dali Martial Arts is prevalent, and the proportion of warriors in the army is very high.

Especially for elites like the flame cavalry, almost all soldiers are warriors. Although they are only inferior, they should not be underestimated.

Don't try to stop them without more than three times the strength.

Can Yesur raise an army of 300,000?
can.

Evacuating his family, he can gather 300,000 troops.

But after the fight, Ye Su'er might not be able to take over Da Li again.

The anger in Ye Su'er's heart burned his face red, but he stared at Liang Yi for a long time, and finally suppressed the impulse in his heart.

It is indeed not the best choice to face the flame cavalry now.

Moreover, the temptation to become the owner of Dali does not allow him to be impulsive.

"I see. I will let those tribes retreat to the north, I just hope you don't make me wait too long." Ye Su'er said in a deep voice.

Liang Yi nodded slightly, and said, "According to the time, it should be almost here."

……

The grasslands in the north are not peaceful, and Guiyun Province in the south is also full of chills.

Zhou Li led an army of [-] warriors from Bailian City, and after seven days, they arrived outside the camp where Chen Ze was.

The two sides are separated by ten miles, and the war is imminent.

With an army of 200,000 fighters against [-] Southern Army, no one knows who is stronger or weaker.

Warriors have high cultivation bases and strong individual combat capabilities, but after all, they are improvised troops with poor discipline and a chaotic command system.

The southern army has experienced hundreds of battles and is fully equipped, all of them are armored soldiers. They just won a big victory in the Great Zhou last year, and their morale is strong. Coupled with the four times the number advantage, they are no less than [-] warriors. weak.

At this time, Chen Ze was sitting in the tent listening to the scout's report.

"Report to the governor, the enemy has set up camp ten miles to the west."

"The total number of enemy troops is about [-]. The horses and armor are complete, and there are many arrows. The exact number cannot be estimated."

After hearing this, Chen Ze had a sneer on his face.

"It seems that Bailianzong has already made preparations. Fifty thousand battle armors and arrows are not enough to be raised all at once."

He took a deep breath and looked at the map next to him.

The terrain of this generation is flat, and it can be said that there is not much land available.

As for the weather, Chen Ze frowned slightly.

It has been rainy recently, and the weather is not good for them.

What about night raids, he just gave up after thinking about it, because night warriors have an advantage.

After thinking about it, he didn't have a good plan for a while.

"It seems that we can only fight head-on!"

Chen Ze took a deep breath, and his expression was a little uncertain.

In the next few days, the two sides confronted each other while testing each other.

The result is self-evident, Chen Ze's frontier army lost far more than the opponent.

Small-scale battles can give full play to the individual advantages of warriors.

However, as the temptation ended, both sides began to prepare for a decisive battle.

Finally, on the morning of June [-]th, the war kicked off.

The two sides collided in Nanling Mansion, Guiyun Province.

Chen Ze did not stay in the general's camp, because the general's camp was the most dangerous place at this time.

Wearing iron armor, he led [-] Guining cavalry to the rear of the army of warriors.

"Captain, the enemy army has already attacked the main camp." A scout came to report.

Chen Ze was not surprised, if he was Zhou Li, he would attack the main camp first.

Although he, Chen Ze, is not a master martial artist, he is still the right captain who bears the name of the god of war.

And Zhou Li happened to be a master master, at this time, he definitely wanted to solve Chen Ze's trouble the most.

Among the ten thousand armies, taking the head of the enemy's general is the most frightening thing about a master.

Chen Ze's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Scanning the army of warriors advancing in front of him, his face was full of murderous intent.

"We have to disperse them. Otherwise, they will kill the entire battlefield, which is extremely bad for us."

With a wave of his hand, he raised his spear and pointed it at the army of warriors, roaring angrily, "Guining ride, charge!"

The sound of horseshoes was like a thunderstorm, and the heavy cavalry, iron armor and weapons exuded a chilling aura.

The sudden galloping sound immediately attracted the attention of the army of warriors.

"Stop them!"

"kill!"

Countless warriors came out to fight.

Drums beat, horns sounded, weapons collided, and crossbow arrows flew.

The sound of shouting and killing resounded through the world.

The two sides fought together, stumps and broken arms flew, and blood shot from pieces of flesh.

The impact of the cavalry was full of destructive power, even if the warriors collided, they would only be knocked into the air.

Martial artists are good at swimming and fighting, with strong movements, high jumps, and fast runs. Although there is no neat formation, they have powerful lethality.

But they could not stop the cavalry charge.

Regardless of the rank of warriors, as long as they are not grand masters, it is impossible to kill the Quartet among thousands of armies.

Chen Ze himself is a first-rank warrior, and there are also many top-rank warrior generals around him. Although they are not as large in number as the warrior army, they still smashed through the warrior army with the help of the cavalry charge.

However, it was not enough to penetrate once. After leading Gui Ningqi around, he charged again.

The charge of the cavalry is definitely the sharpest weapon on the battlefield. As long as they can charge, the cavalry should not stop.

Just as Chen Ze led Gui Ning to charge, Zhou Li led nearly a hundred high-rank warriors into his main camp.

However, just as Zhou Li entered the main camp, he was greeted by countless arrows.

"Chen Ze, come out and die for this suzerain!"

Zhou Li exuded a majestic aura all over his body, and when he slashed out with his sword, he not only scattered the rain of swords that covered the sky and the sun, but also cut open the tent.

It's a pity that there is no Chen Ze in the camp, only a thin old monk.

"Amitabha, Master Zhou, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, and never again kill again!" The compassionate voice resounded like thunder, resounding around.

"Is it you, an old monk? Where's Chen Ze?"

Zhou Li didn't care what Ci Xin said, he just wanted to find Chen Ze.

"Chen Dudu is not here." Ci Xin said.

"hateful!"

Zhou Li immediately understood that the general's camp was just a decoy.

"In that case, the suzerain will kill you first."

He looked at Ci Xin with a cold face, unsheathed the sharp sword in his hand, and rushed towards Ci Xin.

Although Chen Ze is a trouble, but in comparison, compassion is the real serious problem.

As long as he kills Compassion, Zhou Li can gallop freely on this battlefield.

It's a pity he overestimated himself too much.

There was a golden light lingering on the withered hands of Compassionate Heart, and he was directly hit with an empty hand to catch the white blade.

"Benefactor Zhou, in the past ten years, your cultivation has not improved at all." Compassionately said calmly.

When Zhou Li heard the words, it seemed as if he had been poked into a sore spot, and his anger surged in his heart.

Because Lu Mo also said the same thing.

"Damn you, old bald donkey!" he growled.

The power on his body became more and more violent, the long sword broke away from Ci Xin's hands, and stabbed towards Ci Xin at an extremely fast speed.

"Amitabha, Donor Zhou, don't be obsessed with your obsession." Compassionate expression filled the face of Compassionate Heart.

A pair of shining golden palms waved out one after another.

Great Compassionate Palm!
Zhou Li couldn't attack for a long time, and the anger in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, he said: "Old bald donkey, why don't you persuade Zheng Qingsong?"

Compassionately forced Zhou Li back with another palm, and said, "Now the old monk can't beat His Majesty, so naturally he can't persuade His Majesty either."

There seems to be no problem with Luo Ji.

Zhou Li's expression froze slightly.

So if you can beat me, come to persuade me?
shit.

"Damn donkey, get out of here."

At this moment, he knew that he was no match for Compassionate Heart, so he immediately wanted to retreat.

It's a pity that Ci Xin didn't want to let him go.

"Benefactor Zhou, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

True Yuan surged, turning into a giant golden palm and patting towards Zhou Li.

Zhou Li retreated while swaying sword energy to resist.

Boom~~
With a loud noise, the giant palm fell on the muddy ground, causing countless splashes of mud and water.

And Zhou Li's figure had disappeared in the chaos.

"Amitabha!"

Ci Xin clasped her hands together, after a little hesitation, she didn't continue to chase, but turned around and walked towards the other side.

"Namo He Latana, Duo La Yeye, Nan Wu Alaye, Polu Jiedi..."

While walking, he recited the Great Compassion Mantra.

Bathed in this golden light, facing the color of compassion.

The sound of peaceful chanting resounded through the battlefield where corpses were strewn across the field and blood flowed like rivers.

After the red-eyed soldiers and warriors heard about it, the weapons in their hands suddenly became weak, and their irritable hearts gradually calmed down.

The shouts of killing became rarer and rarer.

"Namo He Latana, Duo La Yeye, Nan Wu Alaye, Polu Jiedi..."

In the distance, Chen Ze stopped charging and looked at the thin figure on the battlefield.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Master Compassionate is really not suitable to appear on the battlefield."

There is no need for peace and tranquility on the battlefield.

I am afraid that this battle cannot continue.

"Decree, Ming Jin retreats!" Chen Ze said helplessly.

Although he still wasn't sure of winning the victory, the battle ended in such an anticlimactic manner, and he was a little bit unwilling to say more in his heart.

On the other side, Zhou Li also gave the order to retreat.

He couldn't find Chen Ze on the chaotic battlefield, and he couldn't beat Compassion, so it was pointless to continue fighting.

The drizzle fell from the sky, as if it wanted to wash away the blood on the ground.

The loud sound of chanting sutras echoed between the heaven and the earth, mixed with the drizzle.

Is it pity or sorrow?

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(End of this chapter)