Chapter 1559

Most soldiers couldn't sleep, but a few couldn't hold on and fell asleep.

Literary soldiers are too tired. They are not physically tired, but mentally tired.

They can't imagine that the battle between Liangjie mountain and barbarians is so fierce. Even if it is ten times as fierce in the literary world, it is far less than here.

It seems that what happened on the head of Jieshan city is not a war, but more like who died more.

"The two mountain city walls are a meat grinder." Fang Yun sighed lightly.

Fang yunduan sat on the cloud, closed his eyes, observed the outside world, remained vigilant, and studied in the world of strange books.

Fang Yun heard many soldiers talking in low voices.

"I'm homesick..."

"Who doesn't want to! These two mountains are so scary. Those demon kings are monsters. One punch can kill all the people within a hundred feet. The key is the number. Thousands of demon kings and barbarian kings are dispatched in a siege."

"But the holy courtyard is really powerful. It can kill so many demon kings and barbarian kings with only organs."

"Look at those people who fought their lives to recover the arrows. They can hurt the mechanism of the demon king and the man king. I don't know how many times they can use it. Finally, they have to use human life."

"When I came here, I wanted to kill demons, destroy barbarians and honor my ancestors, but now I know that once I officially go to the battlefield, I don't know how to die."

"Recalling that the wolf demon king killed tens of thousands of people with one move, my scalp was numb, and all the broken bodies of those soldiers were in front of me..."

"Forget it, don't mention this, have a good sleep."

"I can't sleep."

They were whispering. Suddenly, a soldier of the Pearl River army suddenly stood up and shouted wildly while stepping on others.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I don't want to die! I don't want to..."

Many half dreamers were awakened. Tens of thousands of people stood up with weapons and kept looking around. The whole Pearl River Army was almost boiling.

The man was knocked unconscious by a nearby camp school before he finished speaking.

Fang Yun quickly flew over, and the other generals followed him and looked at the soldier carefully.

"It should be a nightmare," Fang Yun said.

"Yes, but there seems to be something wrong with the atmosphere..."

Fang Yun nodded and glanced at the Pearl River Army.

Most of the 210000 Zhujiang troops are already like frightened birds, especially those who have just been awakened. Their eyes are red and panting. If they are not rational, they may have been cut down indiscriminately.

However, this kind of thing can not be prevented. Unless there is great Confucianism to appease, but liangjieshan is testing nearly 3 million soldiers in the literary world, and it is impossible to let great Confucianism do it.

"It's just a small accident. Continue to rest." Fang Yun comforted the soldiers of the Pearl River Army with spring thunder, but this did not play any role.

Fang Yun sighed lightly. There is no good way at this time. Otherwise, other scholars in the literary world have already used it.

Time passed slowly. At two o'clock in the morning, when the soldiers were most sleepy, some people finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep.

But at this time, the demon world launched a large-scale attack again and sent more than 300 demon kings to hide among them.

Soon, tens of thousands of demon barbarians rushed up the city wall, and the troops in some sections of the city were forced to retreat.

The Terran army retreated, the demon man advanced, and immediately surprised the literary soldiers who were still sleeping.

"No, the demon man has attacked the wall!" a sleepy literary soldier shouted and ran desperately to the bottom of the city. I don't know how many soldiers he stepped on all the way.

Then, thousands of people nearby started up. Before they were fully awake, they found that a large number of demon barbarians had attacked the city wall. They ignored many and shouted and ran away.

However, after a few interest rates, people in the literary world woke up everywhere, shouted wildly everywhere and fled everywhere.

"Blow up the camp..." a general muttered to himself.

Camp roaring is bombing.

The military undergraduates used spring thunder crazily, but it didn't work at all. Some of them used the power of courage, but they didn't have the power of human courage to go to the three areas, which could only sober hundreds of people nearby.

If the bombing of nearly three million people cannot be stopped, there will not only be scenes of flight, trampling or random killing, but also affect the battle of the army in front, and may eventually lead to the collapse of the whole Liangjie mountain!

"It's over..." Zhang Qingfeng muttered to himself.

"Even if the great Confucian suppressed yingxiao, our literary world's face would be lost."

"Once the camp is bombed, the spirit of these soldiers will not recover in the next month. Like other literary armies, they will be destroyed in a short time or there will be only thousands left."

"You see, the scholars in other places are sneering. It seems that they have expected that the literary army will roar."

"It's hateful. Even if our literary people are weak, they shouldn't despise us so much!"

Many generals were anxious but helpless.

At the critical moment, Fang Yun took out a holy page from the swallow seashell and wrote quickly.

The sand in front of the two mountains is like snow,

The moon outside the demon city is like frost.

I don't know where to blow the reed pipe,

A night's pilgrimage.

Holy page poetry, turn emptiness into reality!

The poem page absorbed Fang Yun's talent, courage and the vitality of heaven and earth, and then burned. Above the sky, there was a virtual shadow of a flute up to 100 feet.

"Woo... Woo..."

The melodious and crisp flute sounded, full of great penetration.

People in different places hear different voices.

The soldiers of the Qin State in the northwest heard Xintianyou, the soldiers of the Chu state in the South heard wusheng, and the soldiers of the Yan state in the North heard Muqu

Not only were the Terrans affected by the sound of holy pages, but even the demon barbarians within ten miles slowed down their attack because they heard the songs of their hometown.

All the 14th army of the literary circle blew up their barracks, and a large number of soldiers were running and even took out their weapons to wave. The next moment, nearly three million troops would suffer irreparable losses, but a flute sound washed their whole body like a cool river, calming everyone instantly.

Then, a faint sadness rose in the hearts of these people, no longer panic, no longer fear, no longer run, stood blankly and missed their hometown.

A night's pilgrimage to look at the hometown, there were 100000 tears in the city.

Then, a strange scene appeared. Those demon barbarians at the demon Marquis or demon king level were just hesitant, but those demon handsome, demon generals, demon soldiers or demon people level suddenly lost their fighting spirit and turned and ran away!

Some demons who had attacked the city wall also slid down the wall and ran away quickly.

Some demons even cried and shouted to see their parents and go back to the tribe.

The other demon princes and demon kings saw that they could only escape if they dared to attack the city.

The demon fled in a great rout!

All the Terrans on the wall were stunned, especially those less affected Hanlin, great scholars and great Confucianism. Unexpectedly, a great scholar would collapse thousands of demons with only one holy page poem.

Xie Bingzhi looked at Fang Yun. His eyes flashed and muttered to himself, "this Zhang Longxiang is too powerful. It's obviously a big military camp in the literary world. Why did he let the demon man blow up the camp and flee?"

It took several decades for the soldiers on the wall to react and realize that they were influenced by the power of poetry.

The soldiers in the literary world immediately blushed, returned to their original place in shame and continued to rest.

Hundreds of troops guarding the city wall stayed in place and talked about it one after another, trying to determine who wrote the poems to frighten away the demons and barbarians.

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