Chapter 3086

Everyone saw that in Yueyang City, huge new mechanisms were pushed to the edge of the city wall by scholars. These new mechanisms had thick bases and huge cylinder bodies.

There are two hundred.

Ordinary people only feel strange when they see the main body of the cylinder, but the workers' scholars and Gao Wen's scholars were shocked to see this scene.

Zongxuan, a great Confucian, was so surprised that he opened his mouth.

Because the main surface of those cylinders is suffused with very light colorful brilliance, as if surrounded by a small rainbow, and is still moving, making the divine gold mechanism look like breathing.

That is the unique divine light of god gold!

Divine gold mechanism!

A general of the Qing Dynasty scolded, "you cheat! This is the divine gold mechanism, this is the holy throne mechanism, which is comparable to the dragon fire weapon. This mechanism can not be used in the battle of seizing the state, let alone to decide the victory or defeat!"

He Qionghai took a pity look at the general and said, "when the standard of the war of seizing the state was formulated, it did not involve specific materials, but stipulated that the organs made by the great Confucianism themselves should not participate in the war. The highest literary position of the makers of these organs was only a great scholar. Even if the great Confucianism taught word by word, it would not violate the rules."

The generals of the Qing Dynasty were stunned for a moment, and then they reacted. When formulating the war of seizing the state, it was really impossible to think of a country willing to use God's gold in the war of seizing the state.

Zongxuan said, "I want to know the power of these divine gold mechanisms!"

He Qionghai nodded and said, "all of you began to release defensive war poems. Well, everyone, including the great Confucianism in the army!"

"Is he Ge old joking?" Zongxuan asked.

"Do you think I'm joking?" he Qiong said expressionless.

Zongxuan ordered, "since you and the people of Jingguo are so confident, Ben Shuai doesn't respect you! All scholars use defensive poetry and try their best to protect ourselves!"

Ten great Confucians stepped on the green clouds and flew high into the sky.

Below, the scholars of the Qingguo army stepped forward and stood at the forefront of the army.

The sound of singing poetry, the brilliance flickered, and soon, a large number of defensive war poems appeared.

These war poems are similar in nature, and although their images are different, they begin to overlap and integrate with each other.

The war poetry God light, which is stacked one after another, forms a huge War Poetry Wall hundreds of feet high in front of the three million army!

Even the great Confucian war poetry can not break the protective war poetry released by so many scholars.

He Qionghai's voice resounded through the sky.

"Jing Jun can use the 'talent gun' to launch an attack, but please pay attention to the intensity. It's better to just break the Zhanshi city wall. Qing generals are ready. Once the Zhanshi city wall is broken, they use the great Confucian Wenbao to instantly send protective war poems to protect the people."

He Qionghai's words were like adding fuel to the fire. All the officers and men of the Qing Dynasty were so angry that they gnashed their teeth.

Many scholars even secretly swear that as long as they become great Confucianism in the future, they must challenge he Qionghai, who is partial to the king country, and wash away the shame of celebrating the country!

On the city wall of Yueyang, the scholars of Gongjia university took out strange organs, observed the war poetry city wall of the Qing Dynasty, made a short calculation, and issued an order.

"The 12th to 173 talent cannons listened to the order and bombarded the center of Zhanshi city wall directly ahead. After ten breath, all talent cannons fired a rain curtain talent light, landed five miles behind the Qing army, and bombarded 30 times without dead corners!"

At the same time as the order was issued, the scholars around the 200 talent guns quickly adjusted the elevation of the talent guns by using the mechanism.

"The 12th to 173 talent guns are ready to... Launch!"

Outside Yueyang City in the evening, the water-white Yangtze River connects directly to the sky and meets the sunset at the end of heaven and earth.

Five miles away from Yueyang City, more than three million Qing troops lined up in neat ranks, waving flags, knives and guns.

Everyone's eyes were shining with anger, and everyone's expression was very firm.

Three million troops are like the brightest stars in the evening.

The huge war poetry wall stands in front of the army, like a dreamlike Aurora, protecting everyone's life and injecting a power called self-confidence into everyone's heart.

This is a powerful force that the demon can't break!

Boom, boom

The roar of talent cannon pierced the sky. At this moment, the sky seemed to rise more than 100 talent light clusters like a small sun!

The dozen little suns flew out of the wall of Yueyang City at an incredible speed and fell on the wall of Zhanshi city in an instant. After the talent light group hit the wall of Zhanshi City, people heard the shrill scream of the talent light group when it flew.

Almost at the same time, many brilliant light groups completely exploded on the wall of Zhanshi!

The magnificent color blooms. At this moment, only Gao Wenwei's readers see that each talent group is wrapped with a large number of attack and poetry, hundreds of thousands!

Such a large number of war poems were inspired in an instant, and their power was more than ten times that of the original power!

This is equivalent to the war poems of hundreds of great scholars falling on the war poetry wall of the Qing army at the same time.

Boom, boom

The brilliant light burst, the dazzling light was shining, everyone was white, and the huge explosion roared one after another.

The thick War Poetry Wall is like window paper, torn by the power of talent light group.

Just the strong wind formed by the afterwave blew the most front readers upside down.

The war poem city wall is collapsing at a very fast speed.

"No! Use Wenbao quickly!"

Zongxuan and all the great scholars hurried to use the protective Wen Bao.

Boom!

The whole war poetry city wall collapsed, the divine light splashed everywhere, and the power of talent light group exploded in all directions.

Fortunately, the great Confucian Wenbao of Qingguo has become powerful, and the powerful protective force is in front of the army.

All Qingguo officers and men stared blankly at the front. Outside the poetic light layer of the Confucian protection war, the terrible war poetic brilliance was raging, and the powerful shock was passing.

Flying sand and stones make the world dark.

After a few breaths, the Guanghua dispersed, and only the Guanghua of the great Confucian defensive war poetry was still there.

Suddenly, more rapid and louder shelling sounded!

Boom, boom

The sound of the two hundred talents was so loud that many Qing soldiers fell to the ground in fear.

"It's over..."

All the officers and men of the Qing Dynasty saw that a large talent light regiment flew out of the wall of Yueyang Tower, crossed the great Confucian protective war poetry in front of the Qing army and fell several miles behind the army.

Boom... Boom... Boom

Everyone quickly turned and looked towards the rear of the army.

Two hundred rounds of air mass were arranged in line and evenly spaced, like a string of white pearls in the air behind the army, which was particularly eye-catching in the evening.

They were shocked to see that the air mass of 200 rounds exploded in mid air almost at the same time!

Then, the dense war poems flew downward from the mid air. There were too many and dense war poems, covering the ground like dense light rain.

The earth collapses and dust flies.

As there are all kinds of war poems, some places are full of flames, some places are frozen, some places form a poisonous fog, and some places are full of arrows.

Each air mass forms an absolute saturation attack within a certain range.

Then they understood why it was called the rain curtain.

Falling from the sky, war poetry is like rain.