The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

No matter how Jiang Ziya gritted his teeth, it is a pity that wars cannot be dominated by one side.

As the siege party, what he can do is to keep filling the moat with the lives of the soldiers of the Western Zhou Dynasty, attacking the towering city walls, until a certain moment, and capture the city. Apart from that, he has nothing else to do. choose.

Of course, he could also choose to retreat at this time, but he understood that if he really dared to do so, those two failures would completely wipe away the trust Wu Wang Jifa had in him.

In the previous war, only 12 of the [-] Western Zhou soldiers returned to Xiqi City in the end, and a full [-] soldiers fell forever on the land on the east bank of the Weihe River.

If this time, he led an army of 20 and still failed to break through Chongcheng, then both Ji Fa and the courtiers in Xiqi City would have doubts about his ability, thus affecting his prestige in the Western Zhou Dynasty.

In any case, Jiang Ziya's only thought at this moment is to capture this wicked city no matter what price he pays.

The war is still going on, and with the end of spring, the war in Chongcheng is gradually heating up.

Under Jiang Ziya's constant orders, the Western Zhou army, as if insane, launched wave after wave of offensives against Chongcheng. Every day, more than a thousand soldiers of the Western Zhou Dynasty fell under the city wall alone.

In this way, over a period of one month, the army of the Western Zhou Dynasty left tens of thousands of corpses under Chongcheng, and the merchant army in Chongcheng also suffered nearly [-] casualties.

Fortunately, from Moyi, a large amount of healing elixir was transported to Chongcheng. After taking these healing elixir, the wounded soldiers recovered quickly and then joined the battlefield again.

Just when the Shang country was fighting in two directions at the same time, the Shang country once again ushered in the summer harvest.

In the past six months, the number of acres in the Shang country has increased by more than five times. This year's summer harvest is destined to be a bumper harvest, especially around Moyi, where there are endless golden grains everywhere.

The hundreds of huge granaries in Moyi City and the hundreds of granaries in Sifang City were all filled with grain.

As a group of young people came out of the small world of Wuzhuang Temple, the population around Moyi exploded again, and finally broke through the tens of millions mark, reaching a terrifying 1000 million.

In order to accommodate these newly increased population, Zhao Hao ordered tens of thousands of monks in Moyi to build eight more large cities within a radius of several hundred miles of Moyi City, each of which is enough to accommodate a million people.

Spells and supernatural powers are operated on buildings. A city that takes hundreds of thousands of people to build for several years can often be built in only a few days.

As for the officials of these cities, it is even simpler, because each of these young people who came out of the small world of Wuzhuang Temple has learned cultural knowledge since childhood, and each is a well-educated person. Not inferior to those civil servants in the ruling and opposition parties.

It has become a practice in Moyi to use young civil servants, especially those who have read poetry and practiced as officials, not only around Moyi, but also in cities farther afield, many important positions, They were all replaced by those young people who came out of Wuzhuang Temple

people.

Although these young people have no experience in the way of being an official, they have received cultural knowledge since childhood, practiced the way of longevity, are not greedy for money or lustful, and are extremely capable. When these young people appear in a city, they are firmly established The right to control the city.

Moreover, they are absolutely loyal to Zhao Hao. In this invisible, Zhao Hao's control over these cities, especially those remote cities, has reached an unprecedented height.

Today's entire Shang country, whether it is the radius of Moyi or the cheap cities, has been firmly in Zhao Hao's hands. As long as his will is issued, these cities will obey unconditionally and will not deal with it at a discount.

Outside the city of Moyi, in the huge military camp, after two months of assault training, 20 young sergeants, equipped with the latest weapons, were divided into four legions by Zhao Hao and set off to the four borders of the Shang Kingdom.

The Azure Dragon Army guards the north, the White Tiger Army guards the south, the Suzaku Army guards the west, and the White Tiger Army guards the east.

In Moyi City, another army is conducting secret drills. This army has only 1 people, but the weakest of these 1 people have already reached the third level of physical training. Generals have reached the fourth and fifth realms of physical training

boundary.

This is an army that can be called invincible in the world, and each sergeant is equipped with magic weapons that surpass mortal weapons and equipment.

Immortal Kingdom Legion, this is the name of this army.

Five armies, Qinglong Suzaku, Xuanwu and White Tiger guard the four directions, and the Immortal Kingdom Army guards the center. The foundation of the Shang Kingdom has been firmly laid down. Without the intervention of the immortals, there is no force in this land that can shake the Shang Kingdom.

On the northern prairie, the forbidden army sealed off the wolves, and fifty thousand bloodthirsty tigers ravaged the entire prairie with their terrifying battle spirits. All the enemies that appeared in front of them were mercilessly torn apart by them.

This bloodthirsty army trampled on the entire grassland, just for the purpose of their emperor, for the peace of the border of the Shang Kingdom in the next millennium, and to obliterate possible threats.

The slaughter did not end with the demise of the tribe that invaded the Shang Kingdom. The flames of war burned deeper into the grassland, and each of the grassland tribes was silently wiped out. Their cattle and horses became the spoils of the Shang Kingdom.

This war has no end, and blood has been stained all the way. When the war went on for a year, there was no grassland tribe in the entire northern grassland of the Shang Kingdom, within thousands of miles.

For those prairie tribes, Zhao Hao will not have the slightest sympathy, because in China's thousands of years of history, these prairie tribes have invaded the Central Plains of China time and time again. Surely.