The Xiqi army has arrived at Tongguan.

Emperor Xin of the Shang Dynasty drove his own expedition.

At this point, the situation has reached its most dangerous juncture.

Compared with hard power, the Xiqi army is not comparable to the Shang Dynasty.

Moreover, Jiang Huan Chu of the Eastern Bohou and Chonghou Hu of the Northern Bohou are still asking for help everywhere, and they will soon be the king of Qin.

Therefore, the Xiqi army must quickly take Tongguan and then attack Chaoge directly.

At this time, Tongguan clearly had a strong city to defend, but there were still hundreds of thousands of 'troops' stationed outside the city gate.

Most of these so-called 'big armies' are yellow-skinned and thin-skinned, and the weapons in their hands are mostly wooden sticks, stone axes, and bamboo guns.

Even so, they looked at the well-equipped and well-armed Xiqi army with great determination, and had no intention of escaping or retreating.

Because what they are guarding behind them is their only hope.

So most of them are not afraid of death.

For those who have a leisurely life and have no worries about food and clothing, sometimes hope seems to be just a spice for life, a string of nouns on the lips, a state of ridicule and even contempt.

But for a slave who has nothing, hope is everything, something that is better than life and soul.

The Chu River gave them hope, so they were willing to die to protect the Great Shang.

This kind of mentality is difficult for modern people to grasp. But the existence of such a state cannot be denied.

Jiang Ziya rode the four dislikes, frowned and looked at the rabble outside Tongguan, shook his head and sighed.

"Father, is there a way to break the barrier?" asked Ji Fa as he rode a horse beside Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Ziya gritted his teeth and said: "Faint monarch, tyrant, and unscrupulous lord! He actually used hundreds of thousands or even nearly a million slaves as soldiers, and used human flesh as a city wall to block the attack of our army. ”

Ji Fa's expression is not very good-looking.

He wanted to kill him directly.

With the advantage of its soldiers, coupled with the advantage of equipment, it is easy and simple to kill the army of these slaves.

But on the city wall of Tongguan, those neatly arranged regular army of the Great Shang, as well as the array of archers and various crossbow and arrow machinery, made him feel jealous and cold.

Forcibly attacking the city, he was not sure of victory against those better-equipped Shang Dynasty armies.

At this time, it must be with the help of those monks.

So Ji Fa seemed to come to ask Jiang Ziya about his strategy, but in fact, he asked Jiang Ziya to send someone over quickly, and directly collected these slave soldiers and the elite soldiers on the city wall, so that the army could drive straight in.

Although the process was a bit complicated in the past, it was probably the same routine.

The monks attacked the city in front, and the Xiqi army followed behind and slashed all the way.

The division of labor and cooperation is perfect.

Jiang Ziya also understood what Ji Fa meant, but he could only shake his head and say: "No! If this battle starts, no one can bear the weight of killing, but I am afraid that no one will accept the order." ”

With that, his gaze swept over the faces of the gods in the army.

Most of these deities have extremely ugly expressions.

Because in the territory of the Great Shang, not only did they destroy a large number of their temples, but the king of Shang also forbade the folk to believe in them, and beat them as wild gods and Mao gods.

Therefore, these gods are not only greatly damaged in their divine power, but the kingdom of God is constantly shrinking and collapsing.

The power of the gods is not weaker than that of the Immortal Buddha, and sometimes it is even better.

Why don't they want to be gods?

It is because their great power is often not entirely attributed to themselves, and they are more dependent on the outside world.

At this time, Chu He only made a slight move, and they immediately suffered a fundamental blow.

Facing Jiang Ziya's gaze, not only those gods, but also many exposition monks, as well as the recruited scattered cultivators, also looked away one after another, not looking at Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Ziya sighed, missing the days when Nezha was still there.

That kid has a violent temper, it's very easy to use, and when he is a little agitated, he dares to do anything bastard.

It's a pity that some time ago, he was dragged by Yuhua to the underworld and reincarnated.

Otherwise, at this time, as long as you provoke Nezha for a few words, this is a boundless blood debt, and Nezha will definitely carry it.

At this moment, a smiling Taoist, who was obese, with shoulder-length earlobes and a large cloth bag on his back, flew from a distance and said to Jiang Ziya: "But Jiang Ziya who is fighting on behalf of the sky?"

Jiang Ziya knew this routine, so he immediately held the whip of the gods, held the god list, and nodded awe-inspiringly: "Exactly." ”

"Dare to ask Daxian who is?"

The fat Taoist said: "I am a Western cloth bag Taoist, but I have a cloth bag that can accommodate three mountains and five mountains. Knowing that you have such a problem today, I have come to help you. ”

Jiang Ziya was overjoyed when he heard this, and said in his heart that he was really blessed by the destiny of heaven, and the emperor worked hard and put on such a situation, but there are still people who can break it.

Killing people and collecting people, of course, are two different things.

It is difficult for ordinary people to contain the magic weapon of a million people.

But this monk's pocket, as if the size of a world, is more than enough to hold a million.

After saying hello, the fat Taoist shook the fat on his body, shook it in front of the two armies with a smile, and then opened his pockets.

Shouted: "Come on!"

Suddenly, a heavenly wind blew from nine heavens away, turning into a powerful thrust, and it was about to push the army of millions of slaves into the bigger and bigger pockets.

But I heard a coquettish reprimand on the city wall of Tongguan: "Where did the fat Taoist come from, dare to spoil a good thing." Let's see my aunt and grandmother break your pocket. ”

After saying that, I heard a thunderclap in the clear sky.

There are two dragons of yin and yang converging, and at this time, I saw that the sun and the moon were difficult to be round, and the heavens and the earth were shaking.

There was a 'click' crack.

The cloth bag that I don't know what to weave, but can accommodate a world, was directly cut into a big hole.

The cloth bag broke a big hole, and naturally began to leak.

The suction power is gone, and it is no longer possible to put the millions of troops into the cloth bag.

"Where did the demon girl come from, dare to break my magic weapon?" The fat Taoist hated like thunder, and the fat flesh all over his body trembled, but his heart trembled slightly.

The power of the golden Jiaojiao scissors should not be underestimated.

In the entire battle of the gods, in terms of the single attack power of the magic weapon, it can beat the magic weapon of the golden Jiao scissors, but it is rare.

"It's your aunt and me!" A figure flew out of the city wall, holding a golden Jiaojiao scissors, and his eyes swept over the fat Taoist coldly, and then crossed him and looked at Jiang Ziya in the Xiqi army array.

This woman is dressed in green clothes, and her temperament is a little spicy, so she is naturally the blue sky in the three nights.

Qiong Xiao was injured by the sectarian traitor, and at this time he was still seriously injured, and he could fall at any time.

Bixiao is naturally full of smoldering fire.

Seeing that the fat Daoren's cloth bag was cut and the plan to take away the army of millions of slaves failed, Jiang Ziya's clenched fist loosened and sighed.

Turning his head to Ji Fa, he said: "This battle is already impossible to defeat the enemy head-on. It is necessary to send some men to sneak into the rear and stab the merchant king to death. ”

"If the king of Shang is still singing, we naturally can't think about it. But since he came to Tongguan, he didn't come back. ”

Speaking of which, it is all ruthless, where is there still a trace of fairy wind bones on the surface.