"After Fangtou was defeated that year, Lord Su learned the hard way and believed that the reason for such a disastrous defeat was that the people in power did not know how to fight."
"There are generals in our court. Those who have cultivated to Eighth Grade can be the leader of the building and build their own banner. Those who have cultivated to Seventh Grade can be the army leader and lead their own army."
"In this way, the ones with the highest cultivation level in the army are like rice scattered on the beach, scattered throughout the army. Suolu is trained with Eighth Grade elites to become Baibao Xianbei. Once there is a confrontation, I feel like I loosen my fingers, and he is really clenching his fists to fight."
Feng Buxing sighed. As Lord Su's assistant, he watched with his own eyes how this armored cavalry was organized into an army.
"With one strike from his thunder, I could only fall apart. Lord Su spent eight years selecting 800 warriors from the frontier army, personally training them, and training them into 800 black-cloud armored cavalry, all with the cultivation level of Seventh Grade."
"Imperial Stud Directorate also raised Dragon Steed in Dongting Lake. After years of hard work, we got a total of 3,786 horses of dragon blood Dragon Steed."
"Zhongcheng," Feng Buxing looked at Yu Ze: "This kind of armored knight shouldn't be here."
Yu Ze did not respond.
He can understand Feng Buxing's thoughts very well.
Indeed, such elites should appear under Wei Huaiwen's account. They should serve as a sharp knife in the hands of the Southern Dynasty's famous general. They should follow him to hit the middle stream, cross the river with a whip, clear the river and Luo, and defeat Divine Land.
But the more this happens, the less likely this elite will be to appear in Northern Lands.
I understand the truth behind this, and so does Feng Buxing.
It's just that Feng Buxing, the eunuch, can ask, but I, the external official, cannot answer.
How could we avoid the word "usurpation" when we laid the foundation for the founding of our country?
"Lin Xingyou, is there any news?"
Yu Ze had just arrived at Shanyin County. As soon as he arrived at Shanyin County, he began to deal with the backlog of government affairs, deploy specific defenses, deploy troops and generals, and move the population into the county.
Of course, I didn't forget to deal with Magistrate Jiang, a good person.
It's just that Circuit Inspector Lin Jiansheng, who is Fifth Grade together with Feng Buxing, is just like the name of the official position. He is really walking in the netherworld without a trace.
"Lin Jiansheng is a rare master of formations in the court. If he is properly arranged and uses the power of heaven and earth to press up the layers of formations, Fifth Grade will definitely not be his opponent."
Yu Ze felt guilty when he heard this.
Although Censor Zhongcheng knew that Feng Buxing did not mean anything against him, "Fifth Grade" naturally included him.
What everyone in the family pursues in practice is the perfection of the body and the pursuit of further possibilities.
For Yu Ze, practice is a ladder to climb to a higher level.
For Feng Buxing and Lin Jiansheng, spiritual practice is the sword in their hands to make a living.
When the two sides fight, they use their swords to split the bamboo ladder, and the winner is clear.
"I remember he said he wanted to find out the details of Dujue City, but there has been no reply yet..."
Yu Ze looked at Feng Buxing.
"No news at this time is the worst news."
Feng Buxing Looking to the south, Mystic Mountain's constantly rising landforms can still be vaguely seen in the thick demonic miasma.
Black Mountain Freak has a superb wrist. If Lin Jiansheng brings back good news, Feng Buxing will not be happy, but will test the quality of it.
If Lin Jiansheng brings back bad news, Feng Buxing will be relieved, because even if it fails, it can take this opportunity to find out the level of Black Mountain Freak and analyze its weaknesses based on actual combat.
The worst news is that there is no news.
No news means that Lin Jiansheng has changed for the worst.
The situation of the entire Shanyin and the entire Ci Prefecture will take a turn for the worse.
The crux lies in the lack of masters in Shanyin County.
Feng Buxing understands the biggest flaw in the layout of the imperial court.
Fifth Grade Fighting between masters is no longer something that low-level practitioners can imagine or see.
With the mastery of the laws between heaven and earth and the display of their own great power, the battle between two Fifth Grade strong men is enough to change the color of one side of the world.
On such a battlefield, investing too many Seventh Grade or even less than Seventh Grade is not enough to determine the final outcome.
Feng Buxing also understands it very well, which is why Yu Ze respects Lord Su so much.
Because Su Da Diaoyan is one of the few Fourth Grade masters among the Great Liang Dynasty, and he is also the martial artist most likely to ascend Third Grade.
The so-called pillar of the country is nothing more than this.
But among the chess pieces displayed on the surface of Shanyin County, Great Liang Court, there are only three Fifth Grade: Yu Ze, Feng Buxing, and Lin Jiansheng.
Censor Zhongcheng's combat prowess is still at a discount.
The three of them came together to face the enigmatic Black Mountain Freak and the Shanyin monsters he had integrated. Such a lineup would not be easy.
"Grand Eunuch Feng Don't worry, there are experts in charge of this matter, so there won't be any trouble."
Yu Ze breathed a sigh of relief and talked about the court's confidence.
Yin-Yang Dharma King, Black Mountain Freak and Demon King are causing trouble, which has exceeded the capabilities of the human dynasty.
Otherwise, we wouldn't have allowed them to run rampant for so many years.
But this time is different from the past. Those Daoist School major sects and Xianjia sects have notified Great Liang Court through various channels.
They are responsible for controlling these monsters in Mystic Mountain.
Yellow Heaven Sect, Divine Firmament Sect, etc. Daoist School, as well as those on the Eastern Sea, and even Mysterious Capital Palace, the dragon that has never seen its end.
News came to the court one after another.
The words and phrases are different, but they can be summed up in one sentence.
Don't worry, men, we'll protect you.
It is precisely because of their endorsement that Great Liang decided on the current action strategy.
From Yu Ze's point of view, gods are responsible for everything. If the three of them can't catch Black Mountain Freak, how can they not catch a small Shanyin County?
"Do you feel it?"
Feng Buxing frowned and looked at Mystic Mountain.
"Hmm."
Yu Ze frowned.
After reaching the Fifth Grade level of cultivation, they have a keen intuition about the various changes between heaven and earth.
In the perception of the two people, the continuous and towering Mystic Mountain moved.
It moved in a faint but unmistakable way.
A weak and heavy wave slowly came from Mystic Mountain, like the heartbeat of the mountain.
"What are those monsters doing?"
Yu Ze touched Yu Jue on his waist.
"Whatever they're doing, we're too late."
Shanyin Under the city, the panic-stricken people stopped. Some people lost sight of their relatives in a panic, and were wailing and looking for them. Some people hugged the whole family, thinking about their home that was poisoned by monsters, and shed a few tears.
The tears are the same tears, but the joys and sorrows are different.
Su Che, Song Qi, Lin Jiugong and others were separated from the common people by the soldiers. They stood together with another group of people who looked evil and evil-looking, surrounded by soldiers in heavy armor and holding long halberds.
Third Young Master Su Looking at this, it seems that the group of people he belongs to are problem elements who can be seen at a glance, and they are still somewhat different from the other common people who are crying bitterly.
The surrounding soldiers looked solemn, their cold halberds and cold eyes constantly wandering among the crowd.
However, the troubled people surrounded by them seem to have become accustomed to such encounters, and instead turned this place into a social place for them.
"Brother Song, I didn't expect it to be Brother Song."
A guy with a deer-headed and rat-like head seemed to have recognized Song Qi, and stepped forward to salute with clasped fists.
"Brother Song, my brother is Feixingzi Cao Mang."
"Oh oh oh, it turns out to be Brother Cao..."
Su Che Looking at the confusion on Song Qi's face, he knew that this "Brother Song" probably couldn't remember his good brother.
"Lin True Person, Guobei's Lin True Person, why are you injured?"
A well-oiled scholar saw Lin Jiugong and walked up to say hello.
"Shude, right? Isn't this my wise brother Shoude? Brother Xian is here, and Mr. Song is also here. Oh, it's quite lively over there. Brother Xian, don't you remember me?"
You pushed me, you pushed me in, and a group of people rolled up their sleeves to try to make friends, but Su Che was pushed away.
Su Che finally understood, this coffin shop Old Song and Daoist Lin are still the number one figures in Shanyin and Guobei counties.
"Sir, sir?"
A finger was placed on Su Che's left arm.
Is there anyone else looking for a brother-in-law with me?
Su Che turned his head curiously and found that there was a tall and tall man with a bun on his head and a wooden hairpin stuck on it.
"Who are you?"
Su Che I dare not say that I have a photographic memory, but I am also accustomed to human feelings. I have a hero book in my heart and I know who everyone is.
But I've never seen this one before.
"You forgot, I asked you to eat my meat, but you didn't eat it and ordered a bowl of plain noodles in my shop."
The big man smiled honestly, and Su Che immediately matched this face with the previous one.