The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian made two rounds in a row, and the morale of the Zhou army was like a rainbow, while the Shang army was in decline.

But Zhou Jun did not rush to Jiepai Pass in one go, but let his soldiers cultivate at the two passes they had occupied, and waited for reinforcements from the rear.

Within the Zhou Kingdom, there were still one or two million armored soldiers that could be mobilized, and the number of reinforcements Yang Jian requested was not too much. Huang Feihu went into battle in person, led 500,000 reinforcements eastward, and arrived at Sishui Pass a month later.

There are more than a dozen large and small cities in the two passes, and more than a hundred towns. Yang Jian recruited more than 100,000 armored soldiers to serve as the defenders of Qinglong Pass.

All in all, Yang Jian's army expanded to 1.3 million, and most of them were elite soldiers who had been fighting for a long time.

Standing at the critical moment, Yang Jian looked eastward.

One thousand and two hundred miles to the east is Jiepai Pass. There are mountains and forests blocking the road along the way, and Jinji Ridge, which Yang Jian is somewhat familiar with, is on the way.

Twenty-four days ago, when Emperor Xin was angry at the court, Shen Gongbao recommended Kong Xuan, the commander-in-chief of Sanshan Pass; counting the days now, Kong Xuan should have arrived at Jiepai Pass.

Tough enemy.

Yang Jian sighed softly, and couldn't help thinking in his heart, why did Kong Xuan enter the Taoist sect.

Judging from the results, Kong Xuan may have been taught Yin by the West; several possibilities appeared in Yang Jian's mind——

The first one is that the sage of the Western religion invites Kong Xuan out of the mountain, promising that if he defeats Kong Xuan, he will give the Feng Clan some kind of benefit, so as to promote the prestige of the Western religion, he will take the opportunity to save the disciples of the Taoist sect to go west. After Kong Xuan agreed, he entered the Shang Kingdom as a general, and waited for this time, but unexpectedly, he was directly accepted into the Western religion by the saints of the Western religion.

The second is that Kong Xuan has already entered the Western religion, and he came here to play a good show with Zhunti, and by the way weaken the strength of the teaching, so that the battle between the two religions will damage more immortals.

The third kind...

Forget it, no matter what the possibility is, Kong Xuan is a bad comer.

not to mention……

In front of Jiepai Pass and Wan Xian Dynasty after Tong Pass, it seems that the situation is calm at this time, and the sect of immortals will jump out of the nest at any time, killing heaven and earth upside down.

Next, as long as Zhou Jun goes out of customs, it will be a day-to-day battle.

Among the generals around me, no matter whether they are immortals, I don't know who can survive.

"Prime Minister? Why stand here for so long?"

Huang Feihu came from behind, with a sword hanging from his waist and holding the hilt in his hand, his weapon is extraordinary.

Xiao Lan, who was sitting on the eaves of the city tower shaking her legs, immediately jumped down, stood aside in a dignified manner, cupped her hands and said, "I have seen King Wu Cheng."

"Brother Xiao, you don't need to be too polite, there is no one else here," Huang Feihu replied with a smile.

Yang Jian turned his head and glanced at them, burying what was on his mind.

——What should come will always come, you don’t have to panic, just face it directly.

Xiao Lan gestured to Yang Jian, motioning to go to the side to see the scenery, Yang Jian nodded with a smile.

Looking at her back, Huang Feihu said in a low voice: "Where did the prime minister find this young talent? She is very scheming and extremely smart, but the prime minister regards him as Wang Zuozhi's talent?"

Yang Jian said: "She is also a monk, after the Great Shang is pacified, go and stay as she pleases."

Huang Feihu sighed softly when he heard the words, "Every time the king mentions this matter, he feels anxious in his heart. If there is no prime minister in the state of Zhou, the king will not sleep well."

"Dazhou has a lot of talents, and everyone can be unique. I'm actually not worried about these."

"Perhaps." Huang Feihu also looked towards the east. It was already sunset, the eastern sky was dyed with black ink, and the clouds were rising ferociously, which was quite artistic.

Huang Feihu said: "Prime Minister, Your Majesty intends to conquest in person, but he is afraid that the Prime Minister will not allow it, so let me take a look."

Yang Jian thought for a while, and said: "A country cannot be without a king for a day. If the king wants to conquer in person, he will have to wait for the army to stabilize... In this way, it will not be too late for the king to conquer in person after Chuanyun pass is captured."

Perhaps with the blessing of Renhuang's luck, Chanjiao can save a few immortals in the formation of ten thousand immortals.

Huang Feihu nodded with a smile, "I will tell the king what the prime minister said later."

Yang Jian asked: "How is the situation in the north?"

"Li Jing and his son have won consecutive battles. They have captured more than 40 cities, and dozens of cities surrendered upon hearing of the soldiers. It's just that the northern land is vast, and it will take at least two or three years for them to march to Chaoge City. The merchant army is also deploying defenses in dangerous places. It will take more time to conquer them one by one."

Yang Jian nodded lightly, "This entry is not bad. Our place seems to be the closest to Chaoge City, but if we can join them at the same time, it will not delay the matter."

Huang Feihu wondered, "Why?"

It's not easy for Yang Jian to tell the story of the battle between the two religions. After all, the world is confused at this time. Except for the saint, no one else should know what will happen next.

"On our way, it's not just the soldiers of the merchant army who are blocking our way, but also the gods and gods in the sky."

Huang Feihu groaned for a while when he heard the words, and nodded slightly, "The prime minister's burden is beyond what Feihu can see. I'm really ashamed."

Yang Jian smiled but did not answer. He glanced at the Fantian seal, the male and female twin swords and the falling clock in the Xuangui belt, and remembered Yin Jiao's eyes when he died.

Uncle Guangchengzi replied that he would come to pick up these three treasures in person later, but he didn't know when he would come.

"Prime Minister, the Jiameng Pass has been unable to be attacked for a long time, why don't you lock up a strange soldier here, go over the mountain, and cut off its food path from behind."

Yang Jian thought for a while, nodded and said, "This plan is very good, if not, let Tianhua lead the troops."

"Although Tianhua possesses magic powers, but lacks in character, it is difficult to lead the army alone. General Nezha is the best candidate."

Huang Feihu was also merciless towards his son, Yang Jian thought about it, he intended to let Huang Tianhua avoid the battle of Jinjiling, but he was worried that Huang Tianhua's leading troops would be more dangerous if he was not in front of his eyes...

"That's fine, let Nezha go. Please trouble King Wu Cheng to draft a military order and order a soldier for Nezha who is familiar with the mountains and forests."

"Here!" Huang Feihu clasped his fists to accept the order, and rushed down the tower.

Xiao Lan came over swinging the folding fan, "Master Prime Minister, when will you send troops to the border gate?"

"Just the day after tomorrow."

"Is it so casual?" Xiao Lan couldn't laugh or cry, "It's better to study the astrology and fortune, and then look up the almanac."

Yang Jian waved his hand: "We don't pay attention to this, just fight. By the way, this time I will give you a difficult problem."

Xiao Lan shrunk her neck in shock, "What? I'm very stupid, don't make me work too hard, it's easy to get wrinkles."

"There may be a strong enemy blocking the way, and I will deal with this enemy wholeheartedly," Yang Jian said, "Huang Feihu is in charge of the formation, and you will assist from the side, how about it?"

"No way," Xiao Lan lowered her eyebrows and said softly, "Why do I have to talk to people other than you, and I have to laugh and offer advice, and work hard."

Yang Jian was a little dumbfounded, and he didn't know why she had such an idea.

Taking a step forward, Xiao Lan couldn't react in time, her eyes were filled with Yang Jian's chest.

At that moment, she blushed and her heart beat, and she always felt that it was difficult to breathe, and her heart flew without a trace.

But Yang Jian just put his hands behind his back, leaned forward and lowered his head, looked at her decently, and then clicked his tongue, "How do you feel that Mr. Xiao and Miss Xiao are about to become one person? A man should be responsible, and being so coy will not work."

"Why didn't I take the responsibility?" Xiao Lan held her head high, then subconsciously took half a step back, bit her lower lip, avoiding Yang Jian's sight, "Just this time, never an example."

"Okay... Also, take care of Huang Tianhua and remind him not to underestimate the enemy."

"Got it, prime minister, I'm going to find a place to have dinner!"

After saying that, Xiao Lan flew away directly from the top of the city and went to a big city in Guanzhong.

Yang Jian watched her leave, the little restlessness in his heart gradually dissipated, he chuckled, and went back to the barracks.

When to send troops, in fact, Yang Jian had decided long ago, and the generals of each army had also received the military orders early. It's just that Xiao Lan usually doesn't care about these things, so she didn't notice such a big event.

On the eve of dispatching troops, Yang Jian invited more than 200 generals of the Zhou army to a banquet. The general army's mansion at Sishuiguan was full of traffic. Yang Jian wandered around the banquet and had a drink with all the generals.

There is no one who is not dead when marching and fighting, but those who crawl out of the dead are the winners who can make contributions and seal their wives and sons.

From the eyes of these generals, what Yang Jian saw was high-spirited and full of ambition, as if he was also infected by these people, Yang Jian had more expectations for the war in his heart.

In the middle of the night, all the generals went back to the camp to rest, and the front army had already started to march out of Sishui Pass.

This time the troops were dispatched in three stages, with 600,000 troops marching first, 300,000 troops marching later, and another 400,000 troops followed.

The scouts sent out by Yang Jian have also figured out the strength of Jiepaiguan. It is expected that if the opponent takes the initiative to attack, they can mobilize at most 700,000 troops. In fact, their own strength is already an overall advantage.

Since the Battle of the Conferred Gods, the state of Zhou has expanded its army several times from a million armored soldiers, and more than half of the merchant army's tens of millions of armored soldiers have been lost. The strength of the army has been reversed.

In the middle of the night, Yang Jian suddenly had nothing to do.

With a heart move, he took a thin piece of paper, picked up a pen and wrote a letter to the family, and folded the thin paper into a paper crane.

Blowing a breath of profound energy, the origami crane seemed to come alive, circled around Yang Jian's body a few times, and spread its wings to fly to the west.

Why do you need to send love to Yaotai, if you don't know it with her heart.

Yang Jian stood outside the window, facing the full moon that was sinking in the west, standing quietly, not thinking about anything, just enjoying the breeze on his face, feeling the purity of the night.

At dawn, the army left the customs.

After conquering Sishui Pass, Zhou Jun recuperated for a month and continued his eastward expedition.

Yang Jian and Huang Feihu led an army of 600,000 troops first, and Ji Dan led an army of 700,000 troops to follow behind. There were hundreds of Zhou generals and dozens of Chanxians.

The army marched forward for five days, and there were mountains blocking the road in front of it. Seven hundred thousand merchants camped on the mountain, spanning hundreds of miles, blocking the Zhou army's way to march eastward.

Yang Jian changed his habit of observing in the formation in the past, this time he took the initiative to call for the formation, and specially rode a BMW white horse rewarded by King Wu.

"I am Yang Jian, the prime minister of Zhou, and the general of the Shang army is out to answer!"

This self-introduction caused commotion among the merchant army; it wasn't that Yang Jian showed his aura, it was just that his reputation was too scary.

At the barracks of the merchant army halfway up the mountain, an elegant young man in battle armor also stepped out, suspended in mid-air, standing with his hands behind his back, with a proud look on his face.

"Commercial General Kong Xuan, I have been waiting here for a long time."

"War?"

"Happy."

As soon as the two words fell, Yang Jian's figure disappeared on the horse's back, and Kong Xuan's figure also disappeared in place.

Millions of soldiers looked up subconsciously, only to see two beams of light, one white and one gray, soaring into the sky, and they killed them in the blink of an eye!

Kong, Kong Xuan?

Xiao Lan's complexion turned pale for a while in the formation, and his hands trembled slightly.

The strong enemy that Yang Jian mentioned is this ruthless person?

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