Dingbiancheng.
Chen Dao gently put down a piece, and he already had the upper hand on the board. Opposite the chessboard, Yue Jinshan frowned and stared at the chessboard, but he couldn't find any flaw in the white piece.
Chen Dao's chess style is just like his own. There is no toughness or stalking. He seems passive and cares about everything, but he unknowingly takes advantage.
Yue Jinshan's chess skills are not low, but compared with Chen Dao, who is a national player, he is still a step behind.
Yue Jinshan suddenly abandoned the big chess piece, made a move, and began to forcefully work on the lone piece that fell in the white stone formation.
Chen Dao smiled. If this guy falls, Yue Jinshan will be defeated.
He agreed casually, but Yue Jinshan played very quickly this time, as if he was obsessed with trying to survive the lone chess piece, stalking and being unreasonable in all kinds of ways.
Chen Daozhi was so experienced that he would not be coerced by such a small trick. He remained calm and composed, tightened his steps, and finally landed a piece, killing the lone piece.
Chen Dao smiled and said: "Lao Yue, you lost a little faster today. If it weren't for these unreasonable moves, your chess skills would be even better."
Yue Jinshan did not admit defeat, but said: "If I can't survive the chess piece, it's because I'm not strong enough. It doesn't mean that the chess piece will die. If someone else plays the game, the result may be different."
Chen Dao said: "That piece of chess should not exist. The general trend is like this. How can we stop it?"
Yue Jinshan snorted and said: "If the so-called destiny of destiny is really irresistible, then Dali should exist forever, and there would be no such dynasties at all, let alone Datu."
Chen Dao frowned and said, "This is a bit treasonous."
"You guys who talk about loyalty but are actually pushing the soup into the abyss bit by bit are the ones who are really treasonous. Who am I?"
Chen Dao's face darkened and he said: "Lao Yue, for the sake of our comradeship, I will pretend that I didn't hear what you just said. But if you continue to speak so openly and let others hear it, everyone will protect you."
I can’t help you.”
Yue Jinshan lost another piece and said: "I am very grateful to you for saving me from the eunuchs. I owe you a favor for this. But speaking of friendship, from the time you asked me to come over to play this game,
It’s almost used up.”
"When two tigers are fighting, we can reap the benefits, so why not?"
Yue Jinshan said: "I can't speak to you. You always have a lot of lies to tell. I know that the princes in the court have been saying that although Qingming is good, it is not ours. Even if it is broken, it will only have 20-30% of its original value."
It has the effect of taking it back, and it is also my boundary stone of the Western Jin Dynasty."
"What's wrong with saying that?"
"This is certainly true for the Western Jin Dynasty, but for Datang and the entire human race, the shattering of Qingming will actually damage 80% of the realm!"
Chen Dao sighed: "We are ministers of the Jin Dynasty after all."
"The loyal ministers of Jin Dynasty are the traitors of Tang Dynasty!"
Chen was speechless for a moment.
Yue Jinshan said slowly: "I have spent my whole life on the battlefield, and I have been born with a mean body. There is really no way for someone to fight to the death with a foreign race, while I stand by and watch."
Yue Jinshan reached out and picked up a white piece from the chessboard and threw it into the chess box. Without the white piece, the lone chess piece suddenly came to life.
"Master Chen, if you raise your hand just a little bit, this chess piece will be alive."
Chen Dao was thoughtful, but did not let go.
Yue Jinshan stood up and said slowly: "No chess piece is born to die. If it is played by a master, it will survive."
Yue Jinshan opened the door and left, and Chen Dao knew that the two of them were just like Yue Jinshan's back at this moment, drifting apart.
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Qing Ming.
The fighting between the two sides has reached its most brutal stage.
Wei Yuan has retreated to the fifth line of defense, all the accumulated muskets and gunpowder have been used up, and now he is embarking on a bloody melee with swords and guns between the sentient beings and the witch army.
Underground on Xuanwei 6, the auras of the witch soldiers and soldiers disappeared as quickly as opening a gate to release floods. In the underground passage, the Qing Ming warrior held a heavy shield that was more than half a person tall. Two people could completely block the passage, and then from above
, shoot from the gap on the side. Or even shoot from the gap below.
Wei Yuan no longer knows how many times he has ridden his horse to charge back and forth, but he is always the most eye-catching presence on the entire battlefield. No matter where he goes, the handsome flag behind him always stands.
Xu Yi holds the commander's flag in one hand and a sword in the other, following closely behind Wei Yuan. Her current task in this battle is to protect the commander's flag and follow Wei Yuan into the formation.
Wei Yuan just wants everyone to know where the human race's coach is and what he is doing.
Yan Xin watched from a distance and sneered: "Idiot, as a general, you charge into the battle in person, don't you think you can't die quickly enough?"
A great wizard next to him said: "Sir, shouldn't it be time for us to go up too?"
Yan Xin showed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile, and said slowly: "What's the hurry? Let the soldiers below die more. Only more than 20% of them are dead now, which is far from enough. Isn't the tribe under Lord Hongye known as the elite in the world?
?If you die at 30 to 40%, you won’t collapse, right?”
The faces of several great witches were ugly. These warriors were the essence of their entire tribe, and many of them might be great witches in the future, but now they have become corpses on the battlefield.
A great shaman's expression suddenly changed. He sensed that the casualties in Xuanwei Six's underground were faster than expected, and more than half of them were killed or injured. He immediately ordered the Chinese army to mobilize another 5,000 people for support.
The order was given, and Yan Xin suddenly said: "Add ten thousand more."
"What?" The great witch suspected that he had heard wrongly. Yan Xin had not intervened in command since the war began.
Yan Xin said: "He put an elite team underground in the city. It's a dead end. If you send more people down there, you can trap and kill that elite team. Oh, there is also a passage leading to the ground. I'll tell you the location of the exit.
, you just need to send an army to guard it." The great witch quickly went to deploy.
Wei Yuan once again rushed out of the witch formation. His body was covered with the blood of the witch clan, and his war horse Qingju was soaked with blood. From a distance, he saw that most of the witch clan's rear army, which was holding the formation, split off to kill Xuan Wei Liu, and he felt in his heart
Just sink.
This time Wei Yuan placed an elite force of 2,000 people underground on Xuanwei Liu. Unlike the previous time, most of them were civilians living in the city.
Apparently, the Wu clan had discovered something amiss underground and began to divide their troops to kill them. But they sent too many soldiers, intending to kill everyone underground.
Fortunately, there was one last escape passage, and Wei Yuan felt a little relieved. Although this passage was very narrow and could only accommodate two people walking side by side, not many people could escape, but at least there was a hope.
In the northern sky, the great witches were still watching, with no intention of ending, sitting back and watching the infantry of both sides fighting bloody battles on the ground.
The bloody battle was originally Wei Yuan's strategy. He relied on muskets and instant beings to forcibly increase their combat power, and exchanged those who were originally just elementary casts for the elite warriors of the witch clan. It is impossible for the great witches not to see that they were just ordinary people in the past. In fact,
It was a game of one to ten or even higher, and it was impossible for them not to feel heartbroken.
But now, the great witches are indifferent, as if it is Wei Yuan who should be heartbroken.
Wei Yuan suddenly felt a burning pain in his back. He didn't know when he was injured. But he didn't care about the wound at all. He pointed his spear and charged into the witch formation again!
Every time Wei Yuan chose the right time and angle to charge into the formation, he could shake up the Wu clan's formation to the maximum extent, forcing the opponent's commander's flag to move several times.
But there were too many Wu clans, and the number of this army was equivalent to the entire population of Qingming. No matter how many Wei Yuan killed, there would always be more Wu clans ahead.
So far, the Wu clan has suffered more than 20,000 casualties, while Qingming has suffered less than 10,000 casualties. However, there will be no luck in the subsequent battle. It is purely a competition of will and blood.
Wei Yuan once again broke out of the witch formation and returned to his own camp. With a sweep of his consciousness, he found Cui Yu and flashed over.
Cui Yu was holding a sword and shield at this time, covered in blood, and panting with his sword on the ground. A monk next to him was treating his new wounds.
The two looked at each other and felt that the other was in an unprecedented state of embarrassment, so they looked at each other and laughed. But as soon as they laughed, Cui Yu touched the wound, and his face was twisted in pain.
Without saying anything, he took out a pill and drank it. This pill was also made by Sun Yu. It stimulated potential, was not afraid of pain, and was extremely powerful. This was already the third pill Cui Yu had taken since the war started.
The effect is shorter than one pill.
Wei Yuan pointed to the great witches in the sky in the distance and said, "Can you scold them?"
Cui Yu was startled: "The Wu clan has no face, how can you scold them?"
Wei Yuan thought for a while: "They should be under the control of a ghost wizard named Shu Li, or should we scold Shu Li?"
Cui Yu felt pain everywhere in his body at this moment, and he had no inspiration at all: "Is it possible to give birth to a child without a butt\eyes?"
Wei Yuan thought: "Do they have that thing?"
"Scolding him for not daring to end his own life, is he not a man?"
"He was never human."
Cui Yu said angrily: "It won't work this way, and that won't work either, then you come and scold me!"
"Forget it, I'll go for another round." Wei Yuan raised his gun and charged into the witch formation again.
Under the Xuanwei 6 underground, the guard troops have been compressed to the lowest level. At this moment, in an empty hall, Yun Feifei is half-dressed, and beside her, a young man from a noble family is trying to block the wound on her back. But that
The wound was too deep, so he tried his best to pump in the power, but the blood was still pouring out, quickly soaking through the robe that was pressed against the wound.
He was so anxious that he had tears in his eyes and looked around, but he was surrounded by wounded people who were seriously injured and there was no medicine for them.
Yun Feifei groaned in pain and woke up from semi-coma. She regained consciousness, her Tao power started to work, and her blood flow was much less. When she woke up, the first thing she asked was: "How many more of us are there?"
The young master from an aristocratic family said: "There were four hundred just now, but now there may only be three hundred and seventy, and half of them are lying here."
Yun Feifei listened carefully and said, "You really think highly of us, but ten thousand people came down. You rest here, and I'll kill a few more!"
The young master suddenly said: "Aren't we going to withdraw?"
Yun Feifei slowly shook her head: "If we withdraw, the ten thousand enemies will follow us, and we will be unable to fight at that time."
The young man looked at Yun Feifei's back and suddenly plucked up the courage and shouted: "Sister Feifei, I...I like you! If we can survive after this battle, I will tell the family and marry you back home!"
Yun Feifei turned around, looked into the eyes of the aristocratic young master, and asked softly: "Do you really like me?"
The young master's eyes were firm: "I liked you from the first time I saw you! I know you like the Realm Master, but I'm afraid if you don't tell me, you won't have a chance!"
Yun Feifei opened her arms, hugged him gently, and said in his ear: "If you really like me, then die with me."
Yun Feifei picked up a steel pipe and threw it into the escape tunnel.
The young master watched the steel pipe roll into the depths of the passage. Dozens of injured people in the hall who could not afford to be seriously injured were also watching. There was only calmness and perseverance in their eyes, and no one stopped them.
With a bang, the escape tunnel collapsed.
Yun Feifei's voice rang out in the smoke: "This is my home, I won't leave, I won't go anywhere!"
The ground suddenly trembled, Xuanwei Liu sank ten feet, and the original city turned into a deep pit, burying more than ten thousand northern elites of the Wu Clan underneath.
Chapter completed!