A farce fell.

The army that returned from the four major legions mutinied nearly a third at one time.

The battle of the Qinggu Kingdom has already hurt its vitality, and this time it is even worse.

In the sky, Qinggu's luck has become thinner and thinner, the central elder is covered in cold sweat, he is presiding over the ceremony of sacrificing to the sky, the less Qinggu's luck is, the more difficult he is.

If the luck completely dissipates, it will be the sky that has abandoned this imperial court, and even Qingtian Yi will be difficult to turn the tide.

"Your Majesty, the auspicious time has arrived, and the ceremony will be held immediately. ”

Finally, the hexagram in the hands of the central dean and elder lit up, and the auspicious day arrived!

"Turn on!"

Qingtian Yi shook his sleeves.

The ministers knelt down and worshipped and paid tribute to the heavens.

The Central Elder stepped forward and began to read aloud the inscription of the Heavenly Sacrifice.

At the same time, the city lords of the hundred cities stepped forward and offered great gifts to the heavens.

These sacrifices are not precious treasures, but ordinary things to taste the folk flavors.

There is a burden to carry rice.

There is also the rice bowl related to the hunger of the people.

Some of the cities were holding books.

And with hoes, fences!

Don't look at these objects as ordinary, but they all contain some luck origins.

Some ordinary people can make ordinary farm tools diffuse with aura, which represents the people's recognition of the country, living and working in peace and contentment, and being satisfied.

Holding these spiritual objects and paying tribute to the heavens, it can show the peace of the dynasty and the people, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, which is the merit of the emperor and deserves to be rewarded with luck.

"It is rumored that the ancient Qing Dynasty was founded, and the whole world celebrated, and the sky rained down five grains, which were enough for 10,000 grains, making the royal family smooth for a hundred years. Now that I am paying tribute again, I don't know how many grains can fall in this Qinglin City!"

Jing Qingsu was pious.

A good harvest is the root of the people.

The five grains rained down from the sky represent the recognition of this country, which can make the spiritual lake murmur endlessly, and the luck is like a dragon and a lin, and the gathering speed is accelerated.

Jing Qing Soda wanted to make the Qinggu Imperial Court prosperous again, but he also understood in his heart how difficult it was to have 10,000 grains.

"If you can have 2,000 grains, it's remarkable. If the five grains are less than 300, it is a sign of the destruction of the country, and even the spiritual spring cannot gather the dragon qi of the imperial road, and the previous achievements will be wasted. ”

Lu Xiuming also sighed when he heard Jing Qingsu talking to himself.

"Does Mr. Lu think that Qinglin City can't even drop 2,000 grains?"

Jing Qingsu frowned slightly.

Even if it was the Chinese New Year's Eve Imperial Court, 3,000 miles of grain fell.

You must know that the predecessor of the Yezhai Imperial Court was a rogue who fell into the grass everywhere, and in the end, because one person became a baby, he was lucky.

This kind of country that is most tired of the sky has fallen 3,000 grains, and the Qinggu country is orthodox, isn't it as good as a country of bandits?

"It's not 2,000 grains, I'm talking about 300. The emperors of the Qinggu Kingdom have all been destroyed, all the people have rebelled and left, and they are already on the verge of extinction, and even the emperor has died once, in fact, he has already died in the country. ”

Lu Xiuming shook his head.

"Impossible!"

Jing Qingsu frowned every week, praying that there would be no more trouble.

Buzz!

At this time, the sacrifice shimmered, as if it was being examined by the heavens.

Then, in the sky, the particles of light converged into the Milky Way, like raindrops floating in the air.

If you look closely, in the center of those light spots are five kinds of grains: rice, millet, millet, wheat, and soybean.

The community is for the people.

The people live on food.

For the people, the five grains are the way of heaven.

"It's okay, it's close to 1000!"

The ministers raised their heads and carefully counted the number of grains in the sky.

After more than 1,000, everyone finally reassured.

If this number is exceeded, the Qinggu Kingdom will move its capital, and there will be no possibility of failure, and Jing Qingsu is also relieved.

"Huh?"

After a few more seconds, Jing Qingsu and the others were stunned.

2000 capsules!

Before anyone came to his senses.

The Milky Way in the sky is getting brighter and brighter, and in the blink of an eye, it has exceeded 3,000 grains.

"Mr. Lu, it seems that you also have a time when you look away, Qinggu's luck is monstrous, and there is obviously no sign of the death of the country. ”

Jing Qingsu smiled.

5000 capsules!

However.

Everyone was immersed in astonishment, the grains in the sky were still in Zeng's house, and there was no sign of stopping.

8000 capsules!

9000 capsules!

Qinggu was dumbfounded.

When the country was founded in ancient times, it conformed to the will of heaven, the wind and rain were smooth, and the country and the people were safe, but it was only 10,000 grains.

At this time, Qinggu had just experienced the catastrophe of destroying the country, and he was once again sprinting towards 10,000 grains.

How is this possible?

"It's not normal, it's not normal!"

Then, Elder Tianyan was covered in sweat.

In the entire Northern Realm, only the Yu Tang Imperial Court exceeded 30,000 grains, and the luck was monstrous.

The territory of the Shenwei Imperial Court is vast, spanning half of the northern realm, and it has been gifted by the heavens, raining down 90,000 grains.

For a thousand years, there were no natural disasters, no drought, no earthquakes and floods in the Shenwei Imperial Court, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

The rest of the imperial court mostly hovered around 10,000 grains.

According to his hexagram recommendation, if the Qinggu Kingdom can gather 500 grains, it is already the grace of God.

After all, being forced to move the capital is a sign that the imperial court is about to die, and it can be regarded as exhaustive.

"Look, 10,000!"

At this time, the important ministers of the imperial court whispered, and the city lord of the hundred cities was even more dumbfounded, constantly saying long live in his mouth.

Really!

Behind the sky, dense points of light converged into a galactic vortex, because there were too many, and they had spread to the periphery.

However!

In contrast to the excitement of many important ministers, Qingtianyi's pupils were cold and terrifying.

As the Qinggu Emperor, he is the direct beneficiary of the five grains luck.

It's a pity that the grains are more than 10,000, and it seems that the luck is monstrous, but he doesn't even feel the power of luck, and he is even a little cold.

"Shen Fusheng, you damn it!"

Squeezed his palm fiercely, Qing Tianyi couldn't wait to immediately slash Shen Fusheng.

......

"Bai Zhuoye, Bai Zhuoxin, how much?"

Next to the altar, the bodies of the dead have been placed.

At this time, two young men in black robes ran to Zhao Chu's side in a hurry, they were sweating profusely, and their faces were pale from exhaustion.

But in their eyes, there was excitement.

Push the envelope.

From Zhao Chu arranging for them to make cannonballs, to now, in less than an hour, they were red-eyed, and they actually wrote spell marks for 1,000 giant cannons.

The tension and urgency of the war also made them progress rapidly, and looking back, they were afraid.

Fortunately, among those veterans, there are many skilled forgers, who do not need to forge, but are only responsible for writing spell seals.

"It's hard work!"

At this time, some veterans behind him kept bringing in boxes and boxes of shells.

"Zhao Chu Xiaoyou, it's time to spend the time!"

At this moment, Li Jiuchuan took a step forward.

No one dared to ignore Zhao Chu, vaguely, Zhao Chu had become the backbone.

"Let's get started. ”

Zhao Chu nodded, and flicked his sleeves.

"Send your loved ones!"

"Send comrades!"

"Send the general!"

Li Jiuchuan roared angrily, and his voice was so high that he brazenly overshadowed the sound of the capital relocation ceremony next to him.

"Send your loved ones!"

"Send comrades!"

"Send the general!"

One by one, the soldiers held the highest military salute, and although their pupils were full of tears, they tried their best to show an ugly smile.

This is an unwritten rule in the military.

Say goodbye to your best friend who died in battle, and send it with a smile, so that the former will be relieved.

Meanwhile.

There were still some warriors in the hundred cities who could not come to the battle and could not come to worship the souls of the dead, and they also marched silently.

In the Qinggu Frontier.

For the time being, there was no suppression by Sun Yuanze, and the soldiers of the four major legions marched silently.

In the four major cities.

The nearly five million people who were saved bowed down devoutly, praying that the sacrificed warriors would enter the cycle of reincarnation as soon as possible and become rich and prosperous in the next life.

Zhao Chu was in a heavy mood.

But the monument of unrepentance in his body trembled unprecedentedly, and countless names kept emerging, as if he had heard the prayers of the common people and thanked him in return.

And a layer of terrifying green qi quietly spread towards the heavenly dome, but these mourners were sad and didn't pay attention at all.

"Shoot at the sky, best friend, go all the way!"

Zhao Chu shook his sleeves.

Thundered!

Thundered!

Thundered!

Next to the corpse's coffin, two rows of cold giant cannons, flashing with a hideous glow, and the black cannon barrels, Yaoyao rushed towards the sky.

A hundred doors.

Those seriously wounded veterans, with their support, slowly walked to the side of the cannon, trembling and stroking the cannon.

That's when they saw it clearly.

In the muzzle of the giant cannon, there is the word Sawayan.

This is not the Qinggu Giant Cannon at all.

"It would have been nice if there had been a cannon!"

A seriously wounded veteran, seeing that he would not survive tomorrow, had tears in his eyes, and he was the first to ignite the fuse.

Thundered!

Thundered!

Bang!

The earth shook, and the sky screamed.

A hundred guns are fired!

Ten times!

......

The first shot, sweeping away 800 miles of clouds and moons!

Worship the heroic soul.

The second artillery smashed through the north, south, east and west, and fought for ten years, with no regrets.

Second, worship the heroic soul.

The third cannon, blood and sand, can't write the barracks laughing.

Three worship of the heroic soul.

......

The seventh cannon, the blood forged the city wall, under the tower and the building, buried for a long time without regret.

Seven worship of the heroic soul.

......

The ninth cannon, the nine-fold palace of the company, sacrifice my war knife.

Nine worship heroes.

......

The tenth cannon, thousands of mountains and rivers, reincarnation hand in hand goodbye.

Ten worship of heroic souls.

......

Countless soldiers' eyes were red, and in the center of many corpses, the general Hu Nanyang slept alone, and throughout his life, he had never borne the word soldier.

"Ignition!"

Zhao Chu took a deep breath.

Sending you thousands of miles will eventually lead to a farewell.

"We will live well with your blessings. ”

Rumble!

Ten torches were thrown into the center of the corpse, and a layer of smoke rose into the sky in an instant.

At the top of the sky, a dense layer of galactic vortex has already spread for dozens of miles, and the spiritual light of the five grains contained in the vortex has long been innumerable.

"General, let's go!"

The soldiers stared at the general, looking at it for the last time.

"Lao Hu, don't go against it, let's fight side by side, but we haven't had time to get drunk yet, it's a pity. ”

The smoke soared ten feet into the sky, and Zhao Chu looked at the billowing smoke, feeling regret in his heart.

Now.

The smoke twisted for a while, and it seemed that there was a teacher in a Confucian white shirt, pouring a glass of wine, shaking at Zhao Chu, and then drank it all.

Behind Confucius, a gentle girl had admiration in her eyes and wiped the wine from the corners of her mouth for the general.

"Lao Hu, let's go!"

Zhao Chu nodded, and the smoke dissipated instantly.

Hu Nanyang is in another world, and he has been with Fluttershy, and he should bless him.

"Third grandfather!"

Huang Lingling's beautiful eyes were dull, and he looked at the smoke reluctantly.

"Master, in my mind, you will always be the strongest person. ”

Zhao Chu patted Huang Lingling, and the two bid farewell to Huang Gongchuan together.

"Third brother, I thought that you had poor qualifications and could escape the fate of the Huang family, who knew that you would eventually die on the battlefield. ”

Generalissimo Huang Gongyi, dressed in coarse linen clothes, walked to Huang Lingling's side, his old cheeks seemed to see through the sun and moon in an instant, and saw through all the vanity.

That's right.

He fought for Qinggu for several generations, and finally became glorious, but he was taken away by Sun Yuanze lightly, and he was disheartened.

Hand over the Marshal Tiger Talisman, from today onwards, he will be a civilian.