Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The city is getting farther away.

The defeated soldiers gradually entered the confused darkness.

By the time they left, they had destroyed all the ships on the pier that could not have been taken.

There was no pursuit.

It's safe for now.

But this temporary safety, like the breath of a pig and a sheep before slaughter, makes no sense.

The tense nerves of the fanatics slowly relaxed.

There is also more time to think about the reasons for failure.

Since they are the hardest fanatics, nature will not admit that they worship a “god of truth” rather than a “god of falsehood” offered by the Temple of Fist.

And Brother Ro Xinglong led them in Ganyuan City for many years. He is also wise and divine, and will never make mistakes.

As for their own faithfulness, not to mention their lack of flaws, they are all good men willing to crush bones and die for the sake of the gods of mechanics and steam.

Well, the explosion of a steam cannon, the failure of this blazing incident, is for only one reason.

More and more pairs of doubtful, wary and even hostile eyes turned in the direction of Gus and Gray.

The fanatics, full of smoke, dust and blood, like wounded wolves, filled with nervous distrust, curled in the dark, staring at the “Son” and “Virgin” under the light, turning to hear and whispering.

“Hey, do you guys really think they're sons and daughters? ”

“Is there a mistake? ”

“If it is the Son and the Virgin, why is it that today's World War I has not revealed any mastery or even involved the explosion of a steam cannon? ”

“I mean, didn't they beat out all the boxers in Red Gold in the old mountain forest and blow up all the boxing temple priests? Why, at such a critical juncture today, have they not fired a single shot? ”

“Weird. Weird! ”

“Don't be a fake, it's a trick of crashing into the temple of boxing and even ‘snake holes', deliberately sending two fake 'sons’ and 'daughters’ to the door, stealing our secrets and luring us to start early? ”

“This… is likely, most likely, to hear that their two brothers and uncles are the priests of the temple of boxing or the brothers and sisters of the high priest of Luo Tian! ”

Dangerous rumors, like snakes, wander in the dark.

The eyes of more and more fanatics flashed like beasts.

They do not necessarily really believe in "allegedly”, but they desperately need a place to vent, with low morale, confusion and panic, and disoriented defeats.

Finally, someone couldn't hold their breath and stood up.

Someone leads, and there's the second, third, and tenth, and the fanatics shake like zombies, approaching Gus and Grace.

The two brothers also smelled an unknown smell in the air and were shocked by the tightness of their hearts.

Andrei, who commanded the fleet, shouted on the mast and discouraged the fanatics from retreating.

But he was just the commander of a small unit that had seized the pier, and he didn't really have many men in his heart who were oral to him.

Ro Xinglong died suddenly, did not give the command of the entire Ganyuancheng Steam Army to anyone. Now, there are several leaders in the fleet who are similar to Andrei, and many more of the leaders of the collapsed army have lost their lives in the city. They are the defenceless and scattered soldiers of the dragons, upset, just want to vent their fear and anger, and do not listen to anyone's orders at all.

Just as this convoy of crushed gunpowder barrels, as soon as it triggered, suddenly a terrible whistle came forward.

The headship raised three orangutan lanterns - this is the signal of the "Front Enemy Attack”!

The demoralized defeated soldiers, squeezing their eyes forward, couldn't help but be surprised, like smashing the heavenly lid and pouring it into a ladle of icy water!

Though the night is coming.

In front, the lights are on.

At some point in the river, a castle filled with torches was erected!

The castle, based on dozens of large ships, is chained between them with a thick chain of arms and wooden planks on the barrier. The planks are plastered with mud and filled with sandbags. It is both lightweight and fireproof. Whether it is oil or even a crossbow, it is not possible to try to break through this aquatic castle.

Above the castle, crowded with soldiers, sturdy as walls behind the shield, are countless arrows and glittering flashes - although the boxing gods despise weapons, it is better to deal with the devil who worships mechanical demons and steam demons, occasionally poisoning them with bows and arrows, but it is no better.

The water castle occupies the centre of the river, leaving the river narrow on both sides and sinking into a large number of sandbags, chains and thick trunks, tightly blocked.

Hundreds of torches were lit on both sides of the river, and countless archers lined up to kill.

Once the fleet is ready to bypass the water castle and follow the river courses on both sides, there will surely be plenty of boats entwined by the debris that clogs the river and become hedgehog archery targets.

Up and down the river, suddenly came the murderous intentions, the escape route that had led to the hope of the south, instantly turned into a fatal trap leading directly to the palace of the Yin Cao.

“We got it! ”

Andrei and the defeat of the remnants will finally react.

No wonder the high priest didn't rush to kill them.

Such an ambush had already been set up on the Great River.

If, in Qianyuan City, they are the core of the mechanical and steam theocracy, they can also escape to the old forest in the deep mountains, or dress up in costumes and scatter among the folk, causing great trouble in the screening and capture of the temple of boxing.

So now, they willingly gather together, there is no village in front of the river, there is no store behind them, there is no way to heaven, there is no way into the ground!

At one point, the whistle sounded from head to tail, and all the ships hung red lanterns “ready for battle”, but the fanatics in the red light, even if they had the courage to fight, had completely lost hope of victory.

“There's no hope. It's all over. We can't get out of here! ”

“High Priest Luo Tian counts everything, we're finished! ”

“O steam god, why is this, why have you sent down the revelation but not given us the last hope? ”

Many of the fanatics knelt on their knees, howling and crying.

There are also some red-eyed guys who continue to look at Gus and Greg with anger and seem to want to reprimand them for their fake “sons” and “daughters” that have led us to such a desperate state.

But when a fanatic really jumped at Gus' two brothers, he was kicked away by the constant silence of Gus.

The teenager, not knowing where the strength came from, kicked the other man's chest with a cracked bone and almost didn't kick the fanatic down the river.

Subsequently, in the midst of the mysterious staggering gaze of many fanatics, Gus drew his "Black Tide” triple heavy artillery cannon from the back basket, little by little, inch by inch.