Chapter 436: The Falcon Soldiers Advance, the Wolf Flag Shows Its Power and Greed

It was a sunny day with a clear sky, when a dark cloud rolled over the horizon. Upon closer inspection, we saw a group of soldiers armed with bows and crossbows and fully armored. Leading them was a burly general in black armor.

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The black-armored general put his fingers into his mouth and blew out a sound. The sound of flapping wings was heard, and a falcon named Hai Tianqing, with long green feathers, fell from the sky. Now it falcon fell, and a pair of sharp claws that could be strung with fine iron tightly clasped the black-armored general's left arm that was stuffed with fur.

He stared into Hai Tianqing's eyes, and after a while he said, "This place is not far from the country where the Han emperor is. If we march quickly for a while, we should be able to see Shengjing."

The lieutenant general behind him spurred his horse forward and said, "General Mohan, the men of the grassland have been galloping for three days and three nights under the watchful eyes of the golden wolf. They are almost unable to hold on. Even if the men can hold on, the horses must take a rest. Even if one man rides two horses, it is difficult to sustain such an intense gallop."

Mohan took off his iron helmet, revealing a face that was different from that of a Central Plains person. His skin was redder and his brows were a bit rough. "Of course I know all this. When I was seven years old, I was already lying on a horse's back following the warriors of the tribe to drive cattle. I know exactly how strong our stilt horses are."

"But the Khan has ordered that we must march quickly and reach Shengjing as soon as possible. The Great Shaman gave me the Golden Wolf Flag before he left."

"My Mengwu is gradually declining. You should know what will happen to an old lion. If you don't want our women, slaves, cattle and sheep to be divided up by the various tribes, you must take this opportunity to send the Golden Wolf Flag to Shengjing."

Mohan sighed, "Now that the Middle Earth is in chaos and the dragon energy is leaking out, the Great Shaman has said that only by using the remaining dragon energy of the Han court and plundering its vitality can we stimulate the fortune of our Mengwu tribe. By then, the reputation of the Golden Clan will be enough to overshadow any other voices on the grassland. Even the Han court that occupies rich and fertile land will fall under the iron cavalry of our Mengwu tribe. Even establishing a dynasty that belongs to us is no longer a delusion."

He looked at his lieutenant and said, "My brother, do you want to plunder the Han people's treasures, sleep with the smooth-skinned Han women, and wear the most beautiful silk clothes like the nobles? Or do you want to watch other tribes come to abduct your women, have your son call others father, and you can only kneel on the ground with the whip on your back? Which one do you choose?"

The lieutenant scratched his head, but touched the iron helmet: "Of course it's the first one."

Mohan nodded with satisfaction. Most of the men on the grassland were of generous temperament. In other words, they were not very smart. It was nonsense to talk to them about the Khan. He should still talk about women, treasures, cattle and sheep.

"Then pass the order down. You must hold on even if you can't. Once you reach the destination and break through the city gate, I will allow you to indulge yourself for three days. Don't you want to use your broad arms to favor the wife of the Han emperor?"

The lieutenant general was a little excited, and he clapped his horse and passed on orders, which boosted the morale of the whole team. Mohan sighed in his heart, what he said was true, but he had not said the whole story.

The Golden Wolf Flag is the totem of the Golden Clan, and is also a rare treasure unique to the Menggu Jinting. If one wants to gather the dragon energy of the Han court, it needs to be stimulated by the golden bloodline.

He looked back and saw that this team of less than a thousand people was recommended by the leaders of the Mongolian tribe. All of them had the blood of the Golden Clan flowing in their veins, but he didn't know how many of them would be able to return later.

"You enjoy the finest delicacies, the most beautiful women, the most fragrant milk wine, and the most gorgeous clothes. All of these are brought to you by Menggu, and now it is time to repay the tribe."

Mohan said silently in his heart: "Let's use our blood to rebuild the glory of the Golden Clan, all for the Mengwu!"

There was a flash of fanaticism in his eyes, but he forced himself to suppress it. The cavalry charged forward with a thunderous roar, raising a cloud of dust.

By noon, when the sun was shining brightly, Mohan shouted, and without delay, the Mongolian cavalry changed their formation, forming a semicircular shape as a whole. The outer circle was soldiers holding crossbows and on guard, while the people in the inner circle began to eat on horseback.

They put a handful of yellow-white powder with a milky aroma into their mouths, then took out the leather bags from their waists and took a few gulps of water. Their torsos did not shake during the movements, and even on the backs of galloping horses, there was not much bumping. Instead, their figures rose and fell with a unique rhythm, showing that they were all strong soldiers skilled in horsemanship.

Seeing that they had left another county behind, Mohan couldn't help laughing in his heart. With the great shaman's spiritual weapon, no one had noticed that this elite army had penetrated deep into the hinterland and was heading straight for the throat.

"It's a pity that the Great Shaman is still so cautious. I think it's a bit exaggerated to say that the Taoists of Xuanmen have profound magic skills. It's also true that the Great Shaman is old and has lost the ambition of his youth. If it were a few decades ago, the Great Shaman would have taken the initiative to attack and go straight to Shengjing."

"If we push forward a few decades, there would be no need for the righteous immortals of the Central Earth to take action. We only need to send some second-generation disciples to destroy these invading troops and force the Jin Ting to retreat a hundred miles and flee at the sight of the enemy."

Shen Gongbao pointed at Mohan and his group and said, beside him there was a Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face. The priest shook his head and said, "A hundred years ago, the Xuan Sect in the Central Plains was flourishing, and the evil sects were suppressed by it and could not compete with it. The dynasty also had many soldiers and generals. The Han envoys who went out stayed overnight in the palace of a small country and favored the queen, making the king speechless. If there was any abnormality, he would send troops to destroy the country at any time."

"Fifty years ago, when various countries came to pay tribute, the Han court said that the gold color of the tribute was impure, so it sent troops to destroy countless countries in the Western Regions. The world only knows that it is tyrannical and intimidating."

"What a pity! In just fifty years, such a huge family business fell into the hands of Zhu Qi and was completely ruined. Among the eight cavalry units that had been famous since the founding of the country, four were no longer organized, and two became useless soldiers who only knew how to collect empty salaries. The border troops that should have been the most combat-effective have also become businessmen who buy and sell military merits."

The old Taoist sighed, "We had a good hand, but we played it badly. We watched the foreign races trample the mountains and rivers, but we had no soldiers to use. The generals who led the army went from being at their peak to being slaughtered by others in just a hundred years."

Shen Gongbao laughed: "What Jiang Taigong lamented is that a hundred years is just a passing cloud of smoke for a Taoist like you, but for ordinary people, several generations have already passed. Things are different now and people are no longer the same as they were in the past."

Jiang Ziya frowned, "If it's hard to tell the rise and fall of mortals and the turning point of a hundred years, how can we not see that for cultivators, the years pass by like days? Nowadays, each generation of Xuanmen is inferior to the previous one. Not to mention the ancient times, there were many people ascending to heaven. Just say that a few hundred years ago, there was also a wave of ascension. It's not like now, where there are only scattered immortals trapped in the mortal world. There hasn't been a single ascender for years. If this continues, I'm afraid we will enter the Dharma Ending Age, and it will be difficult to practice anymore."

Shen Gongbao shook his head: "You and I are outsiders, we can see clearly that they are in the game, and they are bound by the cause and effect of heaven. On the surface, they have become immortals, but in fact they are puppets in the hands of heaven. Cause and effect are the ropes, and disasters are the locks. They gradually deprive the cultivators of their possibilities of development, and finally take back their great power. The possibilities collapse, leaving only the only result. How many people can see clearly how this long-term plan is?"

"By then, even if it is not the end of the Dharma, it will be the end of the Dharma. The advancement or fall of a cultivator is entirely determined by the thoughts of the Heavenly Dao. The result is determined at birth. They walk step by step on a specific path and will no longer have any freedom."

He suddenly raised his hand, pointed at the figures behind Mohan's team and said, "Look, those people are about to make a move."

Jiang Ziya laughed and said, "These barbarians are really bold. They rely on some rare treasures to protect themselves and conceal their origins. They march without any taboos. They are also frogs in the well who cannot see the vastness of the blue sky." "This treasure can hide from the eyes of some mortals, but it is a bit too arrogant to want to hide from the detection of a group of Middle-earth monks. The strong blood energy in the body is like a blood wolf smoke, which is likely to bring disaster. Look, it's coming!"

Mohan led his troops to gallop for a long time. He noticed that the golden wolf flag on his chest was slightly hot. He quickly raised his hand to stop the team: "Something is wrong. Everyone be on alert."

The group received the order, strung their crossbows, drew their swords, and formed a horn-like formation with their comrades, keeping watch on each other. Only the sound of horse hooves could be heard, but there was no sign of panic.

"Run, why don't you run? If you don't run a few times, how can you stimulate the blood and qi in your body?"

A voice suddenly sounded, and a figure appeared. It was a Taoist with red hair and straight eyebrows. He had a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist and a small flag on his back. He was wearing a Taoist robe embroidered with a pattern of a white crane holding a Ganoderma lucidum. He had a mixed aura, with some Taoist energy, some Buddha light, and some blood energy. He was definitely a side sect figure.

"Han people, I don't want to embarrass you. We have important responsibilities, so please make way to avoid hurting the harmony."

A strange tone came out of Mohan's mouth, and the side sect cultivator Red-haired Ghost Liu Sanbao was overjoyed: "So they are a group of barbarians, they are so lucky. The Central Earth Xuanmen didn't say that they would protect the foreign races on the grassland, so there is no harm in killing them!"

He glanced at the Mohan soldiers one by one, and couldn't help but clapped his hands and laughed: "Everyone has vigorous energy and blood, rolling like wolf smoke, they are good materials for refining treasures. It just so happens that I want to start a furnace to refine a group of armored warriors. I was wondering why I had such a sudden inspiration, it turns out that good fortune is coming."

Mohan hid his arms behind his back and made a few gestures. He knew that this would not end well. He wanted to say something else, but Liu Sanbao lost his patience: "What's the point of talking to a barbarian soldier like you who can't even explain himself clearly? Come and die for me!"

After he finished speaking, he gathered his hands behind him and released the command flag on his back. The flag unfurled and a burst of blood light appeared. The blood light shone on all the soldiers. Some of them became dazed and distracted, their bodies staggering, and they urged their horses forward.

Another low and confusing voice was heard. The Mongolian cavalry even put down their bows and crossbows, walked forward in a daze, and stared at the big flag in the air with an obsessed look on their faces.

As soon as there was a movement, the big flag released countless bloodshot, and the drowsy armored soldiers were recruited into the flag. For a moment, there was a gap in the soldiers under Mohan. Mohan was also a little dazed, and beads of sweat kept dripping from his temples.

"How long do you think he can hold on?"

Shen Gongbao asked, Jiang Ziya smiled slightly: "No more than three breaths."

The next moment, Mohan suddenly raised the knife and pierced his fingertips. The heart-wrenching pain woke him up completely. He took out the Golden Wolf Flag from his arms, and the blood that kept flowing out flowed from his fingertips into the wolf flag.

In a flash, nearly half of Mohan's energy and blood were plundered by the wolf flag. The tall man shrank and became skinny. On the contrary, the wolf flag was shining brightly, emitting divine light.

"Hey, I didn't expect that a small barbarian like you would have hidden such a treasure. You should take my surname Liu!"

Liu Sanbao was filled with joy. Although he could not tell what the wolf flag was, he could tell it was a valuable treasure. He immediately mobilized his magic power and directed the flag to roll towards the wolf flag.

As if it had accumulated enough power, the Golden Wolf Flag flashed, and hundreds of tadpole-like characters jumped out from it, with black light flashing on it. Liu Sanbao only took a look at it, and immediately bleeding from all seven orifices, his intestines were pierced, his stomach was rotten, pus was oozing from the soles of his feet, sores appeared on his head, and his body smelled terrible. The next second, he turned into a pool of pus and blood. He was already dead, and there were only three breaths of time before the wolf flag showed its power.

"The Golden Wolf Flag has the marks of hundreds of shamans from the Mongol tribe. Once activated, hundreds of people who are proficient in the art of cursing will curse him together. How can a casual cultivator resist such power?"

Jiang Ziya said, "It may seem that Mohan is accompanied by a group of warriors, but in fact, there are a hundred shamans spying on him from a distance. The Golden Wolf Flag is related to the rise and fall of the Mongols, so how can it be treated lightly? This casual cultivator does not know rare treasures, and has no magical powers to protect him. He deserves to be cursed to death."

Mohan, who had lost half of his blood and energy, breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't care about the magic robe that fell to the ground. He whistled and galloped away.

Those magic weapons lay quietly on the ground, and disappeared one by one after a long time. Shen Gongbao smiled and said, "A bunch of sinister people who don't show up and only treat others as the first bird to come out, hiding their heads and showing their tails, but these people's skills in licking the loot are perfect."

He saw clearly that after Liu Sanbao's death, the various independent cultivators who had been watching from the sidelines fought openly and secretly and divided up Liu Sanbao's magic weapon on the spot.

"You go and change the wolf flag. Don't say you can't do it. As for me, I just happened to be out of the palace without many friends. I don't know how to solve the difficulties I encounter. Shen loves making new friends the most in his life. Let me go and meet them!"

After Shen Gongbao finished speaking, he stepped on the clouds and descended, revealing his figure. He shouted to the scattered immortals who were about to leave after making money from the dead: "Fellow Taoists, please stay, stay!"

Jiang Ziya shook his head. The Taoism practiced by Shen Gongbao did not have much ability to kill or protect the Tao. He only studied good and bad fortune. He made no achievement in good fortune, and could not even practice a technique to temporarily improve his luck. But when it came to misfortune, he was far ahead of others and could turn disasters around. He was very proficient in luck and destiny, so he was entrusted with the task of awakening the dragon energy. We jokingly called him the immortal of persuading death, Shen the Great Sage. To him, friends were the most cost-effective consumables in the world.

Jiang Ziya pinched his fingers and chanted an incantation, drawing talismans in the air. Blue and white spiritual light gathered and turned into a brand, flying straight towards the golden wolf flag in Mohan's arms.

In order to break the restriction of the wolf flag, it is necessary to deal with more than a hundred shamans who are proficient in curse weakening at the same time. However, Jiang Ziya also found a different way. He did not change the characters on the flag to avoid a stress reaction. He only added a stroke to the wolf flag, wrote cloud patterns on its corners, and hid the imprint in the flag without any shaman noticing.

At the same time, in the remote live broadcast, Zhang Wuji, who was closely watched by Gu Qingyuan and a group of clones, finally completed a great battle of his life.

(End of this chapter)