Chapter 696 The Last Battle of Yao

"Since the enemy of Zhu Yin Shen is Yan Huang, now that Emperor Yao is coming, why does he let Dong Miao stay still?" Jing Lie frowned.

"Although his enemy is Yanhuang, how can he deal with Yanhuang if he doesn't control San Miao?" Zong Sha said coldly, "Therefore, his enemy is us first, and Yan Huang second!"

Jing Xiao's face changed greatly: "This time, Zhu Yin God tore his face and sent Wu Zhiqi to assassinate you. Then we will lead the army to retreat to Lingshan according to the established phalanx. Isn't it..."

When everyone thought of the key, their faces turned white. Originally, if Dongmiao did not dare to tear his face, then the Elder Ghost Night led a large army to lead the Yanhuang Alliance to Lingshan, and Dongmiao was bound to be wrapped up in this war. But now, Zhuyin God even dares to assassinate and plunder the saint. How can he not bite the army sent to the door?

"Yes!" Yusha's face was also extremely pale, "We have missed that your majesty will leave Miaodu at this time and give Zhu Yinshen the opportunity to take advantage of it... Jin Potian, you and Jinghao will go north immediately, I hope there is still time..."

In the autumn and November of the 36th year of Diyao, Diyao led 80,000 soldiers, and the front of the army went straight into the Han River and marched to the south.

This is Di Yao's first personal expedition in the past 20 years. Yanhuang's policy towards Sanmiao is basically the dividing line. Before Houyi and Chang'e met, they have been actively fighting against Sanmiao. In the 15 years since Diyao's accession to the throne, he has been on seven personal expeditions, as far as the shore of the Yangtze River, almost across the river from Miao. After Hou Yi caused an uproar, Yan Huang carried out a 20-year tug-of-war on the contraction strategy. Nanjiao City is the end of the strategy, and the two sides hanged intermittently on the Hanshui line south of the city.

In this personal expedition, Di Yao brought 30,000 people from Diqiu, and the troops gathered in Nanjiao City have reached 60,000. As soon as the surrounding tribes heard Di Yao's presence, they led their troops to serve, and the Yanhuang allied forces reached as many as 80,000. Di Yao can be said to be in good spirits, holding 80,000 soldiers in his hand. There are still 20,000 reserve troops in Nanjiao City, Yudu and Shangthorn City, which can be mobilized at any time. It is equivalent to saying that the main forces of the Diqiu, Yu clan and the Xia clan are all in his hands. Although it is a disaster to leave Da Shun in Diqiu, there are no soldiers in his hand. Di Yao left the famous general Ji Li in Diqiu to control the sixth brigade of Yunshi. I don't understand that Dashun can't make much trouble.

Wait until the three seedlings are wiped out, the unification of Kyushu is realized, and the Yellow Emperor is followed by his reputation. Who else in the world dares to compete with him? At that time, I want to give up the throne to Danzhu, but no one dares to object.

"Danzhu, Danzhu, Danzhu," Di Yao said in his heart, "Do you know my father's painstaking efforts towards you?"

For this son, Di Yao is simply annoyed. He not only tried his best to create Go to let him practice his body and mind, but also invited countless hermits to teach him, but his son is like a huge crooked neck tree. If you press him, he will grow crookedly from the cracks of your fingers. The shape that came out made Di Yao stunned and collapsed.

However, after all, he is the son of our emperor Yao, and the inheritance of Tao Tang must not be interrupted from my hands! The Tang tribe needs a strong force to shelter!

The 80,000 army, divided into eight legions, integrates the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. It is known as the Yanhuang Elemental Army. Di Yao personally led the 40,000 Chinese army, and the other 40,000 people were divided into 20,000 strikers, four horses, and annihilated the three Miao soldiers along the way. This horse is too huge. Each horse is an army of 5,000 people. From afar, it looks like four huge tentacles, sweeping down all the way.

In fact, since Di Yao led his army out of Nanjiao City, the Sanmiao people suddenly withdrew their troops for some reason, and 30,000 troops retreated to the east overnight. Di Yao had already listened to the secret report of Ni Wenming and knew Yusha's plan. He smiled secretly in his heart, and 80,000 troops slowly chased after him.

"Your Majesty," Jiang Chong, the striker commander, is very strange, "Why don't you order me to chase him? Our army has an absolute advantage. It is best to completely defeat these 30,000 people in the wilderness, otherwise it will be much more difficult for them to make peace with the Dongmiao people in Lingshan.

"It's okay." Di Yao waved his hand with a smile, "Just follow slowly, Da Shun... Well, I have already arranged it. This Sanmiao Legion will die without a place to be buried!"

"Hmm?" Jiang Chong's thick forehead was full of questions, but he did not dare to ask again. He had to lead his striker to slowly walk with the Sanmiao people hundreds of miles away.

On the fifth day of the expedition, it finally snowed in the sky. One day and one night, the earth was covered with three feet of snow. Looking up, except for the black army, it was the pale of heaven and earth. The north wind roared, and the big snowflakes swept over and poured into the people's neckline, trousers, nose, and mouth. The leather armor on the soldier's body was frozen hard, and the snow under his feet was stepped into mud. He stepped on it down, chirling, and sank to his knees. The boots were full of cold snow mud. Many soldiers were so cold that their legs were numb and fell down as they walked.

As for the mounts, except for horses and war rhinoceros, cold-resistant ones such as crocodile dragons could not be used at all. A large number of them were frozen to death. Ji Kunwu hurriedly sent someone back to Nanjiao City. The Shanghouqi, who guarded Nanjiao City, also transported a large number of horses and clothes, and urgently recruited a large number of witches from the surrounding tribes and imperial hills for treatment.

Diyao's Liulong chariot was also sent back to Nanjiao City, replaced by a six-headed one-horned rhinoceros drive frame. The carriage is extremely spacious, and it can sit seven or eight people to hold small meetings. The four walls of the carriage are covered with thick sheepskin, and there is a huge bronze tripod in the middle, burning charcoal fire, warm as spring.

Although it was a cold winter, Di Yao's forehead sweated slightly. Judging from the reports received, he has walked more than 500 miles with Sanmiao people, and more than 1,000 people have died of frostbite in the army. If it goes on like this, when we arrive at Dongmiao's Laochao Lingshan Mountain, I'm afraid that at least two or three thousand people will walk off the battlefield due to frostbite.

Will Dashun's plan really succeed? Will the master of Dongmiao really put the national fortune of Sanmiao behind his mind? There was a vague feeling in his heart.

He was upset. He opened the thick leather curtain and walked out of the carriage. He stood on the wide car. The snow roared and hit his face. The cold wind was like a knife. Even if his elemental power was deep, he still trembling.

The dark soldiers trekked through the snow from both sides of the car. They were listless one by one. Di Yao sighed softly, but suddenly heard a song:

"There are three mountains, Shang Yue, and there are five old men from the sky to welcome me to sing.

There is a yellow dragon from the river. The negative picture is the snake Luosha.

The picture of Luo Sha's case looks at the sky, and hits the stone.

Birds and beasts stagger and the phoenix emperor comes to the ceremony, and the wind is from the south and sighs..."

The song was powerful and full of generosity, and it burst into a golden spirit in the wind and snow. Listening to the sound is quite far away, and then the sound is so powerful that thousands of people are singing together.

"Who is singing?" Di Yao Qidao.

"Your Majesty," Ji Kai came out of the carriage and smiled, "Listen to the sound, it should be the legion of the Xia tribe singing. They sang a song made by Da Shun a few years ago, called "Nanfeng Exercise".

"Oh?" Di Yao Daqi said, "Dousun still has such talent? Let's go and have a look.

The emperor was about to turn around the car when Di Yao waved his hand, lifted his robe and jumped into the snow from the car, which scared Ji Kai and the waiters around him to help him.

"Your Majesty, how can you walk in such heavy snow? What should I do if it's frozen? Ji Kai sighed repeatedly.

"Which of the soldiers is not walking? Is it so expensive for me to be so expensive?" Di Yao shook his head and said, "You underestimate me too much. After so many years of fighting on the battlefield, can a little snowflake freeze me? It's almost enough to let Xia Kun come out of the ice and snow disaster.

Di Yao laughed loudly and walked forward step by step on the snow. Ji Kai was helpless and hurriedly greeted the iron guard and followed him. After trekking two or three miles in the snow and climbing a snowy hill, I saw a black stream of iron rolling past the hill. There were tens of thousands of these soldiers, all kinds of war horses, bronze spears, sheepskin armor covered with rhinoceros cowhide, and even the horse's hoofs were wrapped in thick linen.

"The equipment is so good!" Di Yao couldn't help exclaiming, "Xia Kun is really willing to pay!"

Although the soldiers' hands and faces were red with cold, they were walking in the snow one by one, like walking leisurely, singing songs while walking. It is in sharp contrast to the Yanhuang warriors who are depressed around.

Someone saw Di Yao on the hill and suddenly cheered: "Your Majesty is coming! Your Majesty is here!"