My future is invincible?

Chapter 62 Mad King
Let’s not talk about the vigorous witch hunt in Dongyang and other places for now.

The land of Xinghan and the battlefield of Xuzhou.

When the strange white fog came over, the 100,000-strong army led by the Regent of the Qing Dynasty, including the Taoist and Buddhist soldiers, mercenaries, old and new armies, and able-bodied soldiers, all fell into panic without exception.

There are many sources of panic.

A warrior who appears and disappears in the white fog like a ghost. A ghost wall that cannot be escaped no matter what. A huge figure like a demon god looms at the end of the fog.

But the greatest horror.

Or the people around me.

There is no need for militarized warriors to attack and tear apart.

This so-called 100,000-man army, the mob, fell into panic. Wuliwu did not have any means to disturb the mind. Even if Lan Yi was maliciously irradiating them with microwaves in the sky to make them upset, even ordinary people could ignore this little bit of interference when overcoming difficulties.

However, the panic of the people around them, the horror of being dragged into the white fog by the warriors, the backstabbing due to the lack of mutual trust, and the suspicion of being betrayed by their superiors all exacerbated the collapse of these people who were in constant fear.

That's a fairy!
They were so possessed by evil spirits that they dared to go against the immortals.

What should I do now to seek forgiveness from the immortal?

This mob is already full of internal conflicts and has its own chain of contempt.

You call me a northern bastard, and I call you a southern coward. You discriminate against and suppress the Han people, and I am eyeing the Hu people covetously. You spit in my pot, and I throw shit at your rice bowl. Not to mention eating the Marshal's food and being loyal to the Marshal, you can choose to be loyal at will, and there are countless factions.

With the Regent remaining inactive or indifferent.

The Northern Army led by Yuan Peng suffered a severe blow and gradually became the target of public criticism in panic.

Because they are the elite.

The elite troops were naturally arrogant and looked down on the miscellaneous troops. They would beat and scold the troops during the march, rob the miscellaneous troops' things, and take advantage of the officers to take sides. These seemingly insignificant things became the fuse of the powder keg at this moment.

Overlooking the foggy area from the sky, Old Demon Lan, who seemed to be watching a chess game, found it interesting and pointed his finger at a place where the noise was extremely intense.

The conflict had already escalated to the point of physical pushing and shoving, and the Qing army, who were pointing guns and cursing at each other, suddenly shrank their necks!
boom! ! !
Some unlucky guy's gun suddenly went off.

There was dead silence after the gunshot.

The two groups looked at each other in shock, despair, fear, but more of it was... animality. The animality had already been broken, and it had to be vented!
"Fuck it! The Northern Army is killing the Southerners!"

"The Tartars want to kill the Han people!"

"Rebellion! Rebellion! The Han dogs are rebelling!"

"Kill the Qing monster! Welcome the Immortal Master!!"

In the camp of one hundred thousand people, at least a dozen chaotic slogans were shouted out in an instant, and a series of crackling gunshots were heard immediately, which directly blew up the camp. Many unlucky people who were caught off guard were instantly pierced by bullets and turned into bloody gourds. Then the inside of the camp instantly became a purgatory on earth filled with smoke!
Hahaha I couldn't help but blurt out.

Lan Yidu was amused by what he saw.

He just caused an accidental firing, and the last reactionary obstacle to the unification of the North and the South started fighting among themselves, and the fighting was particularly fierce, as if they were sworn enemies.

Lan Lao Mo originally said: Boring, I want to see a river of blood.

Now it’s: Damn, there’s a river of blood!
Blood literally flowed like a river. Hundreds or even thousands of people died in an instant, and the blood in their bodies simply flowed out. In the purgatory of constant conflict, small streams gathered into streams, creating large puddles of blood, and finally flowed into the canal, dyeing the river water bright red.

And this river of blood is also filled with steam from the five-mile fog.

The white mist quickly turned into blood mist!
This has truly become a bloody hell on earth.

The Qigong practitioners at the front line were all stunned. They were so vulnerable, so useless, killing each other, it was unreasonable.

Are these the masters who used to ride on their heads and act arrogantly? In the past, they were said to be wise and powerful, benefiting the people, and making plans. Even when they were beaten to a pulp by the foreigners, they still fought bravely? It turns out... they are not even as good as the dog shit on the ground.

Many warriors suddenly felt this moment.

It seemed that apart from Master Lan Yixian, even the old emperor, nothing in this world was a big deal.

Then...

The Qigong practitioners all revealed dangerous and ferocious smiles at the same time!
at the same time.

Chinese army camp.

Braving the hail of bullets, Yuan Peng, who had no idea who was shooting at whom, trotted in with his military cap held up, under the cover of his personal soldiers. As soon as the official with foot disease came in, he spoke to the Regent in a menacing manner.

"My Lord, why don't you suppress the camp roar?"

Yuan Peng was a little furious.

Several towns of his Northern Army suffered heavy losses, with their own people fighting against each other for inexplicable reasons, and some squads and platoons were completely wiped out!
"Why should we suppress it?" The Regent looked relaxed at this moment, as if the chaos in the camp outside had nothing to do with him.

Yuan Peng couldn't help but choke and stared at the Regent.

This prince, who was pushed to power by the gentry group out of desperation, seemed to have become different in some way.

"You voted for a monster?" Yuan Peng was shocked by his sudden thought.

"Ah? Hahaha, if I could really vote for Lan Yi, you wouldn't even know how you died." The Regent suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, with uncontrollable cruelty and resentment in his laughter.

"Mr. Yuan, start with your teacher."

"You bunch of slaves are just sucking blood from the imperial court. You suck so much that your brains are full of fat intestines and your faces are rosy. You're even marrying concubines on your 80th birthday."

"Now that the imperial court is on the verge of collapse, you want to jump ship? You want to take over?"

The regent slowly stood up with an increasingly ferocious look on his face. He was a capable prince, and precisely because of his ability, he despaired of the situation where not only was he unable to keep his kingdom, but it was also being usurped by his slaves.

Not easy to deal with?
Then don’t do it!

What a bullshit real master, those ridiculous curses were all deliberately performed by the Regent. He performed it this way so that the last bit of the Northern Army that might usurp the throne would follow him southward! To crash headfirst into the iron wall that the cannibal demons could not overcome!
I can lose.

But a house slave can never win.

This is the idea that has been consistently implemented by the imperial family of the court.

At least the Regent was convinced by Lan.

He is an immortal. He sank the foreigners' large warships in Puhai and Jinling in head-on battles. The foreign armies were defeated and fled in panic. It is naturally acceptable for the country to be defeated by such an existence.

But who are you, Yuan Peng?
Selling out for personal gain is a betrayal.

Do you think you have the right to care about this vast country? You haven't even shaved your braids yet!
"You, you, you! You're crazy!" Yuan Peng was so furious that he vomited blood at the mad king.

Then he collapsed to the ground with a deathly pale face.

It's over, it's over.

His family was trapped in the blood mist. After this battle, there was no longer any force in the north that could stop the warrior group from marching north. Even the people of Dongyang could not stop the warriors from pushing their angry troops toward the sea, or even across the sea to... the world! !

(End of this chapter)