Chapter 391: The storm begins, 2 Lang meets disaster

"Report! The merchant army has reached the border!"
　　 "Report! General Jinzha is defeated and retired!"
　　 "Report! General Huang Tianhua lost to defeat and retreat!"
　　 "Report! General Nezha lost to defeat and retreat!"
　　 Inside the account, there was a sound of feedback. Yang Jian sitting in the chair and the generals around them all looked relaxed, not half-heavy.
　　 This was originally a plan laid down by Yang Jian, to let his four generals lead some Qingqi to start harassing the merchant army at the border of Zhou, delaying their arrival in Xiqi as much as possible.
　　 Eight hundred thousand troops, if they keep advancing at a constant speed, they can reach the city of Xiqi in one and a half months.
　　 But if you stop and go like this, you will naturally spend more time on the road.
　　 just to disturb the enemy?
　　 With such a trick that Yang Jian had already used, the merchant army should have figured out a way to deal with it; but the next way, it really made the roots of the teeth that the Demon Family hated.
　　 The merchant army entered the Zhou border within a hundred miles, and a large mountain lay ahead, cutting off the road abruptly, and many large formations were portrayed on this mountain, even if Da Luo Jinxian made a move, it could not be shaken in a short time.
　　 This is of course not possible with Zhou’s national strength, but a ‘magic weapon’ refined by Bai Ze, who had cultivated in Meishan by Yang Jian a year ago.
　　 There are more than ten such mountains in total, which are distributed along the only way for the merchants to go forward, forcing the merchants to turn over or make detours.
　　 Yang Jian’s arrangement is of course not just that.
Tens of thousands of soldiers and horses are often stationed on these mountains protected by formations. Simple fortifications have been built on the mountains. After the merchants pass by, they can cut off the grain road when they enter, and they can directly turn back to Xiqi from the bypass for repairs. Waiting for the merchants to come.
　　 Yang Jian had been considering such a plan since he moved Zhou's population to the west. Now that it is implemented, the merchants have really suffered.
　　 It only takes half a year to delay the Mojia’s four generals for half a year, and extend their arrival in Xiqi by five months...
　　 Everything can be solved by itself.
　　Although the four generals of the Mojia arrived in Xiqi, even if the five of their brothers and sisters are lost, there will be experts who explain and teach to help.
　　 But Yang Jian didn't want to involve the teachers and uncles in the war of conferring gods too early. On the one hand, it would directly lead to a backlash from the interception of teaching, and on the other hand, it would also cause more damage to the disciples of interpretation.
　　 The saint asked him to take charge of the conviction of gods. Naturally, he did not give him any benefits and guidance in vain. He had to explain and teach him.
　　 Half a month later...
　　 "Prime Minister, the merchant army has conquered the second mountain!"
　　 "The soldiers and horses on the mountain can withdraw?"
　　 Huang Feihu said: "The prime minister is relieved, although there are damages, it is only a minor casualty. The brigade, followed by General Nezha, has retreated into the Fifth Mountain waiting for service!"
　　 Yang Jian nodded, looking at the huge sand table in front of him, carefully deducing.
　　 This is completely different from playing chess.
　　 There are criss-crossed squares in chess, but this kind of sand table is all the terrain from the west of Xiqi to Tongguan.
　　 "Prime Minister," Huang Feihu whispered, "We can use means to put so many mountains on the front road, so the four demon brothers are also extraordinary people, will they let the army come directly in the air?"
　　 "Should not..."
　　 Yang Jian smiled and replied. He had considered it a long time ago, and he had rejected this possibility long ago.
　　 The magical powers of Nothing are countless, but the magical powers and magic weapons of Noren are extremely precious. For example, the exquisite pagoda that fell in Li Jing's hands can hold a thousand troops; Zhenyuanzi Daxian's universe can also earn millions of troops at will.
　　 But the four demon generals, that is, the four great heavenly kings in the future, most of their skills are above those four strange treasures, and they don't have such skills.
　　 So, Yang Jian consciously sat down on the Diaoyutai and waited for the many backhand arrangements to unfold one by one.
　　 A jade talisman was issued in the hands of Naojian, responsible for dispatching soldiers and horses, and it was much easier to use than Wen Zhong's Fei Shou.
　　 Yang Jian never directly transferred soldiers and horses at Meishan, but he took a lot of'supplies', which can be regarded as'cheating' in disguise.
　　In this way, the Shang Dynasty army was like a mire, and it took a full three months to advance a third of the distance.
　　 Calculated like this, before the Four Future of the Devil, Yang Jian can not only go out, but also consolidate and consolidate his realm, and by the way realize his own destiny.
　　 Looking at the direction of Xiqi City, Yang Jian hadn't closed his eyes for a hundred days. This soul incarnation was coordinating military affairs day and night. The messenger soldiers changed batch after batch, and Yang Jian was also a little tired.
　　 But the more critical it gets to the last moment, there really shouldn’t be any mistakes, otherwise all previous efforts will be lost.
　　 The main body can feel the Tianwei more and more frequently. It was originally only once or twice a month, but now it appears almost every day two or three times.
　　 It seems that there is a palm outside the sky, slowly taking pictures of myself, getting closer and closer to myself.
　　 On the day of success, there may be a catastrophe...
　　 Heaven and earth cannot allow him to break through like this?
Under the guidance of Yuanshi Tianzun, Yang Jian had seen the collapse of the Taiji era, saw the giant fighting three thousand innate gods and demons, opened up this world, and saw that the giant was crushed by force and suffered serious injuries. ...
　　He is walking the path left by this giant, and he should take this will; even if the world is not allowed, even if the road ahead is chaotic, he will open up his own world!
　　 Heavenly Tribulation came, his fate was very hard, and he just gritted his teeth and stood up.
　　 Yang Jian's heart was a little surging, he slowly closed his eyes and took a nap.
　　 I suddenly saw a water-blue light butterfly dancing in the sea of ​​my heart, and my wife’s voice sounded in my heart...
　　 "My husband, I have been disturbed recently. I have just fortune-telling and I found that my husband seems to be in trouble. In recent days, there have always been great powers in the city. The husband's retreat may have been known."
　　 "In a hundred days, I will be able to pass the customs," Yang Jian said from the bottom of his heart, groaning a few times, and said: "Xin Ke, no matter what method you use, send Niang and Xiao Chan'er back to Meishan."
　　 Ao Xinke was a little worried, "Would you like to ask Master and several uncles to come to Xiqi City to protect your husband?"
　　 Yang Jian smiled freely: "It's okay, if there is a crisis, Master and the others should come to help."
　　 Ao Xinke hesitated, but listened to Yang Jian's words and language.
　　 The husband and wife didn’t chat, Yang Jian used the avatar, and Ao Xinke and him felt a little awkward.
　　 Ao Xinke began to arrange a large formation in Yang Mansion to prevent accidents, and faintly used the formation method to completely shelter Yang Mansion.
　　 As the saying goes, a wise man must have a mistake.
　　 Although Yang Jian was not careless this time, he completely underestimated the speed of his exposure and the urgency of others to get rid of him...
　　 On the west side of Zhoudu City, in a plain jungle.
　　 Several figures were dressed in rags, each sitting cross-legged there, like four dead trees, invisible to the naked eye and invisible to the naked eye.
　　 They didn't say a word, they seemed to have sat down.
　　 At the foot of Qishan Mountain, where the corpses of the war-dead merchants were buried, there was blood and turbidity, forming a small swamp. Every night there is always the whistling of ghosts and resentment, which has not yet dissipated.
　　 is here, there are also a few figures lurking. With the special nature of this place and the secret method of his own practice, the divine sense swept out of the city of Xiqi cannot see his figure.
　　 "So Yang Jian is really at the close of life and death?"
　　 asked in a low voice, a shaggy man with a beard and a lion's tail swayed slightly, seeming to indicate his identity.
　　 Beside him are two women. Although one of them is covered with light gauze, his graceful posture always makes people linger.
　　If Yang Jian is here, she must be able to recognize who she is.
　　 Mei Kongmei.
"Although I don't know who came from this news, it is somewhat credible. Before Yang Jian's retreat, he was able to rescue Zhao Gongming in the hands of two powerful men. If he continues like this, my monster race will be sad for thousands of years. He was slaughtered clean."
　　 The reckless man nodded and said, "Even so, you still need to remember that you and I only need to disturb him secretly, so that he fails in retreat and defeats himself. You don't need to kill him directly."
　　 "This is the last chance to ruin him," Mei Kongmei replied, closing her eyes to rest.
　　 Obviously, if things can't be done, she will definitely shoot directly, rather than side by side.
　　 Although the reckless man looked at her with a bit of unconcealed aggressiveness, Mei Kongmei didn't seem to care.
　　 This is the nature of the monster race. The weak eat the strong, the weak are accustomed to relying on the strong, and they never suppress their own desires...
　　……
　　Fifth month after the 800,000 merchant army entered the Western Zhou Dynasty, the Zhoudu City seems to be so lively and unaffected.
In the Zhoudu City, in a restaurant with frequent guests, two businessmen, one old and one young, entered the restaurant with tired faces, dropped two gold cakes, packed a guest room, and drank and had fun in it every day. .
　　 Another day of drunkenness, the old and young people hiccuped and sat in a daze by the window.
　　 "Old man, you're not sure about your divination. It's calm and calm here, where is there any disaster."
"Just what happened within these two months~EbookFREE.me~What anxious," the old man yawned, "If the kid is fine, then everything will be fine. If something really happens, we are It’s hidden here, so I can respond in time."
　　 The young man curled his lips, and the two of them sat there in a daze, like two mortals.
　　 Although they conceal their own breath perfectly, the two businessmen do not go out to do business. They just ‘greasy’ in the guest room every day, which naturally exposes themselves easily.
　　 Ao Xinke didn’t bother the two of them. Because of their arrival, she was more cautious. She divised a hexagram every day, and the hexagram...
　　 is getting more and more obscure.
　　 At the same time, the Zhou army camp outside the city.
　　 "Prime Minister, the merchant army has reached the Seventh Mountain!"
　　 "Explore again," Yang Jian also seemed to have noticed something, and he was always a little uneasy lately.
　　 "The prime minister is really brilliant, every time I wait for unpredictable, but there are always amazing things," Huang Feihu sighed sincerely from the side, Yang Jian was not too humble, nodded calmly.
　　 "I'm afraid that something will happen..." Yang Jian sighed lightly.
　　 Just as soon as the voice fell, I heard someone tell me about it.
　　 "The Prime Minister! There is a Taoist in the sky who fell in front of the barracks, claiming to be Chang-ear Dingguangxian, and the uncle of the Prime Minister. Let the Prime Minister go out to meet you!"
　　 Long ears Dingguangxian? What are these young guys running over?
　　Yang Jian said: "Thanks to Wang Wucheng's push, I will go out to meet him."
　　 "I will obey the order!!"
　　Wucheng King walked behind Yang Jian, carefully pushed the wooden chair, pushed Yang Jian out of the main tent, and went to see the so-called Chang Er Ding Guang Xian.