Wild God starts the game, I rely on incense to prove my truth to the emperor

“It’s so humane!”

He sighed and then looked at the new puppet carefully.

It was lifelike and very close to the golden body image he had imagined.

Thinking of this, he directly separated from the Incense No. 1 Puppet and possessed this golden body puppet.

In an instant, he felt that he had become much taller and his body had become heavier.

He tried to make some movements, walking, moving his limbs, turning his head...

After a moment, Wan Zhuliu looked puzzled. "It's clearly a stone puppet, so why is it more flexible than a corpse puppet?"

After some adaptation, he found that this golden body was much more useful than the corpse puppet, and was almost the same as his own body.

After a little thought, he realized that this might be the impact of the "puppetry technique" from minor success to perfection.

The more sophisticated the spells, the more perfect the puppets made, and it seems that there is no problem!

After thinking this through, he sent the Xianghuo No. 1 puppet back to stay in the state guard army to inquire about the movements of Hongxi and others for him.

He controlled the new puppet and rushed towards Hongsong.

Late at night, at the entrance of Hongsong Village.

Bang!

With a dull thud, a huge object fell beside the well.

The little demons gathered in this area were frightened and ran away in all directions in an instant.

"Slow down, there's a monster!"

"What are you talking about? Aren't we just monsters?"

"Ahaha... That's right. Who of you can go and take a look at what kind of monster it is?"

"Let Chicken Brother go, he can fly!"

“You go, you go…”

Wan Zhuliu ignored the group of noisy little goblins, stretched his body, and shook off all the dirt on his body.

He found this golden puppet quite easy to use and it was quite strong. The only drawback was that it couldn't fly and seemed a bit bulky.

In response to these problems, he studied the code again and matched the corresponding spells.

Things like flying skills and invisibility skills have all been maxed out. After all, the incense value is very high, and there are new gains every day.

And his biggest problem now is that his mana is stuck at the middle level. He can only learn low-end spells such as '**Part 1' and '**Part 2', and there are not many options to choose from.

After doing this, he lifted the possession spell, re-condensed his incense body, and entered the baggage camp.

As expected, Li Xianqi did not fall asleep, but stood in front of the tent with a melancholy look on his face.

The first time he saw Wan Zhuliu, he couldn't believe it, "God Liu? Are you okay?"

"Well, once the incense is stabilized, there will be no problem!" Wan Zhu looked a little weak, and the incense body also swayed a little.

"Hey!"

Li Xianqi's face was filled with guilt. He immediately bowed his hands, then knelt on one knee, "Lord Liu, your great kindness will never be forgotten by me, Li Xianqi, or the entire army of the baggage camp!"

"General Li, you're too polite. I wonder if there's any news from the reinforcements? Are they defending Hongsong or retreating outside the borders?"

Hearing his question, Li Xianqi's face became serious.

"The Grand Marshal did write me back, and after learning that we had retreated the army twice, he praised my baggage battalion highly.

Furthermore, the Central Army deployed troops at Thorn Ridge, taking advantage of the situation to advance westward again and seize Yi County!"

"Oh? Twice?" Wan Zhuliu was stunned. Where did the two times come from?

"Lord Liu, you don't know yet? The other day, the Liuzhou Governor's Office sent two generals to attempt a surprise attack on Hongsong. However, before they even entered Hongsong territory, they were ambushed by a devastating fire, killing most of their soldiers!"

"Uh... is there such a thing?" Wan Zhuliu was speechless. He didn't launch a sneak attack at all!

Li Xianhui didn't notice his abnormality and continued excitedly, "Speaking of which, I have to thank Master Han!"

"Han Zhenjun?"

"Yes, I just got the news too. It was Master Han who took action, and we were able to escape the state guards this time."

Li Xianhui looked grateful, but his expression grew serious as he spoke. "However... according to Marshal Weihua, we still need to resist this counterattack so that the central army can pass through Thorn Ridge and come back to support us."

Seeing Li Xianhui like this, Wan Zhuliu's heart finally died completely.

I don't know if this guy is stupid or has a brain problem. Marshal Weihua is obviously just making empty promises, can't he see it?

If we win, it will be a great achievement for his central army to take over.

As for losing the battle, what can you do if he doesn't come to your aid? The baggage camp was abandoned anyway.

He was too lazy to tell Li Xianqi these words.

Moreover, this time, he was not going to do it himself.

……

In a blink of an eye, it was the third day.

At noon, the baggage camp took action. The entire army withdrew its tents and advanced towards Yi County in batches.

Li Xianhui had a good idea. With Han Zhenjun around, he intended to counterattack Yi County and help the central army buy time to cross Thorn Ridge.

The results are obvious.

Before dusk, the supply battalion retreated to Hongsong again.

The reinforcements from Hongxi were none other than the imperial army that had been defeated in the Battle of Hongsong last time. Five thousand men, together with the remnants of the state guards, amounted to nearly six thousand men, and they were unstoppable.

"Didn't they say that Han Zhenjun was here? Where did Han Zhenjun go?"

The unilateral massacre caused a sharp drop in the morale of the rebels.

Less than 800 soldiers retreated, and Li Xianqi made a mistake in command and died on the front battlefield. It is said that he was cut in two by Hong Xi's sword.

The commander-in-chief was killed, and the baggage camp was in turmoil, with everyone clamoring to surrender.

Soon, Hong Xi and Huang Baisheng appeared at the entrance of the village, with the immortal-looking master of Xuanqing Palace standing beside them.

"Did he leave? Why hasn't he shown up yet?!"

The Lord of Xuanqing Palace was somewhat surprised. Looking at the rebels that were almost completely wiped out, he began to doubt his own speculation.

Hong Xi raised his hand and ordered, "All officers, listen up! Gather all the rebels here and kill them all at once! I'll see if he can get out!"

In a short while, all the fleeing rebels were gathered at the entrance of the village.

When they saw the sharp knife light, their faces turned pale.

"It's over, damn Han Zhenjun... damn Marshal Weihua, we're done!"

"It's all General Li's fault. If we had surrendered earlier, would this be the case?"

"I don't want to die. I haven't married yet. I feel so sorry for my parents and my eight generations of ancestors..."

Nearly eight hundred people were driven together, crying and wailing.

Hong Xi enjoyed this scene very much. He picked up a big knife and walked in front of the crowd.

"Hehe, where are the gods you worship? It seems they can't save you today!"

Everyone's eyes lit up. Yes, where is the Willow God?

There was only one person present, with a stern expression and empty eyes.

He was Nangong Lie, the commander of the baggage camp, and also Li Xianqi's adjutant.

At this moment, he had not yet calmly accepted death, but was... talking to Wan Zhuliu.

"This god can save you, but it will cost me all my incense and power. In return, you must be loyal to this god, lead these remaining troops, and worship me unconditionally!"

Nangong Lie's eyes regained their spirit and kept changing.

He knew that he had no choice. Both his life and the lives of hundreds of his brothers could be changed by his own thoughts.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "If Willow God lends a hand, Nangong Lie is willing to follow him until death!"

"Very good... then, as you wish!"

boom!