Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 463: Chapter 463: Commendable Courage



The desolate sound of the horn spread across the mountains and awakened the sleeping city.

As the headquarters of the Wushen Cult, Jingshan City has a population of nearly 500,000, and the city is full of monks who follow the wizard system.

There are only 25,000 defenders, which is indeed a bit weak for a city with a population of 500,000.

But this is not because the Wushen Cult does not have enough troops, but because it does not need them.

This is the headquarters of the Wushen Cult, with a sculpture of the Wushen, a first-class wizard, and a large number of masters who follow the wizard system. There are also a large number of warriors.

It is no exaggeration to say that the defense force and overall strength of Jingshan City are no worse than those of Dafeng Capital.

The 20,000 defenders stationed in the barracks in the city swarmed out, 6,000 cavalry, 14,000 infantry, from generals to soldiers, all of them were a little confused.

Who is so bold as to dare to attack Jingshan City?

Looking through the history books, there has been no war in Jingshan City since the Wushen Cult was born and preached in the northeast in ancient times.

Twenty thousand troops followed the opened road, bypassed the peak of Jingshan, and arrived at the seaside in the dust..

A series of black lights flew up from the city, like dense meteors, passing over the peak of Jingshan and landing on the coast.

The wizards, led by the city lord Nalan Yan, gazed into the distance and saw twenty huge warships breaking through the waves on the sea in the distance.

Nalan Yan was eight feet tall, with a thick beard covering half of his face, brown hair naturally curly, and practicing both witchcraft and martial arts.

This city lord was a fourth-grade peak wizard and a fourth-grade peak warrior. He was only half a step away from crossing the threshold of "immortal" and becoming a third-grade master with a long life.

Nalan Yan has another identity. The Wushen Cult has three Linghui wizards (third rank) and one great wizard (first rank). The three Linghui are the national masters of the three kingdoms of Jing, Kang and Yan respectively, and are not in the main temple on weekdays. The great wizard is obsessed with herding sheep and lives a life of leisure.

The city lord of Jingshan City was originally a second-rank rain master, but in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, the second-rank rain master was lured deep into the enemy by Wei Yuan and killed by the Buddhist Arhats.

Nalan Yan is the son of the second-rank rain master.

The morning sun rises, and the sea is rippling with golden light. Nalan Yan narrowed his eyes and looked deeply at the blue clothes on the bow, and suddenly sneered.

In addition to wizards and defenders, there are also some people with uneven cultivation, but definitely not lacking masters. A moment later, they arrived at the coast, but did not approach, and watched from afar.

These warriors are scattered people in Jingshan City. In the words of Dafeng, they are people from the rivers and lakes.

"That's the warship of Dafeng..."

"Isn't that Wei Yuan on the bow? The man in blue clothes echoes the legend of Wei Yuan."

"He really deserves to be called the God of War. I heard that the Dafeng army led by him encountered stubborn resistance in the border of Yan State? I was still sighing that Wei Yuan was just so-so... Who would have thought that he would break through directly from the sea." "But this is also courting death, isn't it."

"Hey, Wei Yuan's move is brilliant, but my Wushen Sect has no flaws. Even if he is a God of War, he can only force a pit. These twenty warships are a pity."

The Jianghu people talked about it with a relaxed look, even with a smile, and their relaxation was justified.

The headquarters of the Wushen Sect, Jingshan City, is adjacent to the ocean, and the three countries of Yan, Jing, and Kang are guarding the periphery. For thousands of years, whether it is the Central Plains, the North, or the Buddhist sect, the largest force in Jiuzhou today. But has anyone ever come to the headquarters of the Wushen Sect?

Not once.

Why? Don't others know how to build ships to cross the sea?Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Because of two words: Rain Master!

On the cliff of Jingshan, the great wizard Saren Agu, wearing a linen robe and holding a lamb in his arms, overlooked the warships sailing in.

The linen robe was invigorated, and streams of glass-colored energy surged around him and extended to the surrounding environment.

Gradually, he seemed to merge with the world, and Saren Agu blew out a breath gently.

This breath was like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger, and turned into a terrible storm.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew on the calm sea, and the blue sky was overcast, with lightning and thunder, and heavy rain.

The waves surged layer by layer, pushing higher and higher. In the blink of an eye, the originally calm offshore was shrouded in a storm.

The twenty warships were huge, but in front of the power of nature, they seemed fragile and small, like a small boat, rising and falling with the waves, sometimes even the whole ship was thrown up, and then fell heavily, splashing waves.

On the deck, cannons and crossbows overturned, some were thrown out and fell heavily into

the ocean.

The crew and sailors held on to everything they could hold to avoid falling into the ocean or being killed by masts, cannons and other hard objects.

The soldiers in the cabin were even worse, sometimes rolling to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes being thrown high and falling heavily.

Because of the dense crowd, hundreds of soldiers died in such a large-scale chaos.

And all this is not worth mentioning for the fate they are about to encounter.

Their fate is: to be swallowed by the raging waves at any time.

The second-grade wizard is called the Rain Master. In ancient times, the climate was unpredictable. During droughts, human tribes in the northeast would offer sacrifices to the Wushen Cult and pray for their help.

After receiving the sacrifices, the wizards arranged a ceremony and prayed to the sky for rain.

The wizard who presides over the ceremony is usually a second-grade wizard, or in other words, only a second-grade wizard is qualified to preside over the ceremony, so the second- grade wizard has the title of rain master.

In fact, praying for rain is just one of the means of manifestation for the second-grade

wizard.

The real core ability of the second-grade wizard system is to borrow part of the power of heaven and earth through the interaction between oneself and heaven and earth. Therefore, with a wizard of the second grade or above sitting in the main altar, any enemy who attempts to cross the sea is seeking death.

The wizards and the defenders watched this scene with ease, watching the Dafeng warship like a duckweed in the rain, in danger.

And those warriors laughed unscrupulously.

"Are you here to fight? No, you're here to die."

"Is Wei Yuan just like this? People say he's so powerful, but today, he's just like this?"

"Hey, it's not bad that you dare to cross the sea and kill at the headquarters." "The warships are full of armaments, crossbows, cannons, well-made armor and swords. After the Dafeng fleet is destroyed, we will go to the sea to salvage and make a fortune."

At this time, the turbulent sea surface surged with a sea tide that covered the sky and the sun. The tide like the snowy mountains of Yucheng surged to the sky and the earth, and the sound was like thunder, pushing towards the Dafeng fleet layer by layer.

After accumulating strength for a long time, he finally launched a killing move.

No fleet in the world can survive a tsunami like the Great Wall, even if the warships are

engraved with formations.

How can a mere formation compete with the great power of nature?

"Aohou..."

High-pitched roars echoed between heaven and earth, one after another.

In everyone's sight, the tide that should have been devastating seemed to solidify, paused for

a few seconds, and then it collapsed, rumbling and collapsing, as if it had lost the power to

support itself.

Although the tsunami, which was taller and longer than the city wall, did not hit it, the power formed by its collapse still nearly capsized twenty warships.

On the coast, the masters, troops, and wizards of the Wushen Cult looked in the direction of

the sound with slightly changed faces. They saw thick, scaly bodies protruding from time to

time on the foamy sea surface.

The northern demon tribe, the Jiao tribe!

The descendants of gods and demons, the Jiaolong.

Jiaolongs are called walking Jiao when they come ashore, and they are called Jiao when they

enter the water.

They are natural water tyrants, able to manipulate water spirits, and can both stir up wind and

waves and calm storms.

Looking around, there were hundreds of dragons riding the wind and waves, and the roars

were reverberating. Almost all the dragons came out.

The turbulent sea surface suddenly became much gentler, but it was not completely calm.

The crackling rainstorm turned into a regular drizzle.

The two forces that manipulated the water spirits fought and reached a delicate balance.

"The dragon is a northern demon tribe."

"No wonder that Wei Yuan dared to cross the sea. It turned out that he relied on the help of the

dragon." Nalan Yan's face was slightly gloomy, and he said lightly: "It's not surprising. If he was not sure, he would not come. Let the army retreat, and wait for the Fengjun to land and immediately block it."

As soon as this order was issued, a muffled sound was heard from the sea. A few seconds later,

a deep pit was blown out on the beach not far from the crowd, and shrapnel and shock waves

swept around.

More and more shells came, attacking the defenders and wizards on the shore.

"Retreat, retreat immediately."

A general roared loudly, waving a flag, and ordered the soldiers to retreat.

Just as he finished shouting, a cannonball happened to fall beside him. With a "bang", the flames expanded, and the general was blown away alive.

He was not dead yet, but his copper skin and iron bones were broken on the spot and he was

seriously injured.

This is why Nalan Yan asked the army to withdraw. The Dafeng warships were equipped with

cannons and bed crossbows, which were powerful, long-range, and large in number. The fate of guarding the coast was to be bombed to death.

I thought that the magic of the great wizard could annihilate the warships, but the participation of the Jiaolong tribe made the Wushen Cult lose this advantage.

The better response strategy at the moment is to withdraw the troops, and then use the

mountain roads and forests that usually guard Jingshan City.

And this task can only be filled with the lives of the defenders. The battlefield is the wizard's home field. Unfortunately, this is not a battlefield, but the wizard's base camp. The most terrible corpse soldier tactics are gone directly.

The key is that even if a large number of corpse soldiers can be recruited as the war intensifies,

these corpse soldiers are probably all from Jingshan City...

In addition, there is a worst-case scenario.

As for the best strategy, in Nalan Yan's view, it is actually simple. As long as the great wizard

takes action and kills the man in green on the spot, the Dafeng army will be leaderless and its combat power will be directly reduced by half.

Wei Yuan is an ordinary man who has wasted his cultivation.

Boom boom boom!

Shells hit the coast one by one, and crossbows penetrated the ground, causing huge casualties

in the Wushen Cult army, and the scene fell into chaos.

The Dafeng warships were unstoppable and approached the coast.

At the bow, the man in green stood proudly, but his eyes were not on the people on the coast,

but on the top of Jingshan, the figure in a hemp robe.

One person was on the cliff, the sun was shining, and the wind was gentle.

One person was in the ocean, with dark clouds and surging waves.

The world seemed to be divided into two distinct halves.

Two pairs of gentle eyes looked at each other from a distance.

At this moment, a black light came from the southwest, stopped above the Wushen Cult, and

waved his sleeves to shoot dozens of shells away.

"Elder Ilbu..."

The wizards breathed a sigh of relief. Their curse killing technique, corpse control technique

and other means could not be used against the Dafeng army from a distance, and the wizards who were not good at defense could not even block the attack of artillery fire. The fifth-grade Zhuji and the fourth-grade Mengwu could summon the heroic spirits of

warriors and turn themselves into warriors with unparalleled attack and killing. But this was meaningless, because there must be more high-quality warriors on the Dafeng warship. They were the real warriors.

It's not that the wizards are not strong enough. On the contrary, the wizards are cunning and

invincible on the battlefield, but the current situation makes the wizards seem to have lost most of their specialties in an instant.

During the Battle of Shanhaiguan, many battles were lost inexplicably, and many people still don't understand why they lost.

But now, the appearance of a third-grade wizard is enough to make up for all the shortcomings. There is an unbridgeable gap between the third and fourth grades. Irbu stood in the void, looking at the big blue clothes on the flagship. He frowned, took out

three copper coins, and told himself a fortune. The fortune showed: auspicious! He immediately put his mind at ease and ordered loudly: "Retreat, disperse to guard the

official road and the forest, one hundred people in a team, and one wizard for each team." After giving the order, Irbu put away the copper coins, and made a set of hand gestures with

his hands at a very fast speed, summoning a not-so-real phantom in the void, solidifying it above his head.

Irbu's blood and energy surged, his muscles tore his robe, and he turned into a giant several

feet tall.

This giant drove the black light and shot at the flagship and Wei Yuan.

On the deck, the soldiers turned their guns and crossbows to try to stop Irbu.

The cannons and crossbows smashed him to pieces. In front of a third-rank "warrior", the

cannonballs and crossbows could not hurt him at all.

At this moment, the expectations and joy of the Wushen Cult were in sharp contrast with the

worries and anger of the Dafeng Army.

The momentum of the third-rank "warrior" was like a tide and a storm, blowing the green

robe vigorously. All the pressure seemed to be concentrated on Wei Yuan alone.

The man with gray hair and vicissitudes in his eyes finally raised his hand gently.

He pinched the giant's neck.

The five fingers suddenly exerted force, and with a "bang", the unreal phantom on the head of

the giant Irbu exploded directly. "You are courageous!"

Wei Yuan smiled gently.