Zhou Ziru mingled among the soldiers and walked on the official road. There were no more than 20,000 Yulin Army soldiers and horses left. The rest of the soldiers and horses were either killed and captured, or they fled for their lives.
The generals of the Yulin Army led the front army to return for reinforcements, and moved their own troops. The two armies were mixed together, and they came to save Zhou Ziru without any formation. The momentum was really amazing. Seeing such momentum, Tao Fuyi and the others, He didn't dare to make a fuss, so he hurriedly evacuated. Otherwise, falling in the middle of such a formation would only lead to death on the spot. After entering the Breathing Realm, they are no longer just dead soldiers, but rather cherish their lives.
As the Yulin Army retreated, the front and center troops of the Chu and Xiang Army quickly seized the opportunity to join forces and attacked from behind, beheading numerous people.
The Yulin Army was defeated, and the soldiers fled in all directions. The mountains and plains were filled with Yulin Army and the Chu Xiang Army who were chasing them.
The situation was chaotic. When Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi retreated, they did not forget Yi Xiaodao and others. The two Mo shadows picked up Xiang Lian'er and Jian Liuyun, while Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi picked up Yi Xiaodao and used Qinggong to escape.
"Is this Wu Dinggong? His martial arts skills are mediocre. Your Majesty really doesn't know how to award rewards." Tong Weizi looked at Yi Xiaodao who had passed out and couldn't help but said. In fact, he saw what Yi Xiaodao and Jian Liuyun had just done when they stopped Tao Fuyi, and he also admired Yi Xiaodao quite a bit.
"What do you know? You know how to practice martial arts." Guan Chenzi interrupted him. The two of them were noisy and used to it.
Except for Zhou Ziru, Li Dingxing, Yi Xiaodao and others, the Yulin army from top to bottom, generals and soldiers, were all dejected and helpless.
It was the first time in six hundred years that the imperial troops were defeated by the local vassal king's troops. As direct participants in this war, they were defeated now. The humiliation in their hearts was self-evident.
A group of generals surrounded Zhou Ziru. Many generals wanted to offer their horses to Zhou Ziru, but Zhou Ziru refused them one by one: "How can a general in the army be without a horse? If the enemy pursues him, Come, I trust you with my life and fortune."
"Prime Minister Zhou, I am incompetent..." A general lowered his head and said.
Zhou Ziru smiled: "It's none of your business. This is how Chu and Xiang fought. It swept the world six hundred years ago, and it seems to be as sharp today. To capture the enemy first, capture the head first. This is how it should be, straightforward. What's more, We are not completely defeated yet.”
"Prime Minister Zhou, we..." Another general was curious and hesitated to speak. The Chu Xiang army defeated the Yulin army and returned home. There are now only more than 20,000 soldiers and horses left out of a hundred thousand. If the rear army had not stepped up in time and blocked the sharpness of the Chu Xiang army, there would probably not be even one out of ten left.
Zhou Ziru looked at the generals around him: "I will tell you when the news comes." Zhou Ziru pinched a note under the sleeve of his robe, which was the news he had just received.
The sky was completely dark, and everyone walked and rested. The speed was not very fast, and it was not known whether the Chu Xiang army was cleaning the battlefield or was at the end of its offensive. In short, until everyone set up camp, no Chu Xiang army caught up.
In the Yulin army commander's tent, the Chinese army commander Xie Ruizhen came in and announced: "Prime Minister Zhou, everything has been arranged."
"Well, the losses of the Chinese army are not too big. You just have to work hard. It's up to you to keep vigil tonight and beware of enemy night attacks." Zhou Ziru didn't raise his head, but looked at a map of Chu and Hunan on the desk. , saw God.
"Prime Minister Zhou, are you still looking at the map of Chu Xiang at this time? Can we... still fight back?" Xie Ruizhen said hesitantly.
When Zhou Ziru heard this, he raised his head and smiled: "Just do your best and obey fate. If the fight is over, wouldn't it be too late to look again? How is the situation of the Tang Sect disciples?"
"They all ran away. These Sichuan and Sichuan guys are really unreliable. They have scattered and scattered, and I don't know where they went." Xie Ruizhen shook his head and said with great disdain.
"Where else can we go? It's just back to Yingcheng. Forget it, it's not easy for them to do this. Let them go." Zhou Ziru did not criticize him more. The matter was at this point, and getting angry would not help.
"Go ahead. There are still many things to be busy with. If Duke Wu Ding and Duke Zhongyi recover, send someone to tell me that I have to go and visit." Zhou Ziru looked down at the map again.
Xie Ruizhen surrendered and retreated.
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With limited manpower, the Yulin Army did not set up many tents. Yi Xiaodao, Xiang Lian'er, Jian Liuyun and other wounded people were lying in a tent, with Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi guarding beside them.
"Aren't you leaving yet? Staying here won't help." Tong Weizi just wanted to leave.
"If you want to leave, you can leave, but I won't leave. The fate of all people in the world is at stake here. If you leave at this time, what's the difference between this and abandoning all people?" Guan Chenzi said without thinking.
Tong Weizi spread his hands helplessly: "It's fine if I win. I have an explanation for the imperial court and the master. As for the common people in the world you are talking about, I don't understand. I am just an ordinary disciple of Zhenyang Mountain, a monk, but If you can't save the entire world, that's your Majesty's business. But isn't it already lost now?"
"Who said they lost? The imperial court still has 20,000 soldiers and horses, so it may not be impossible for them to fight. There are you and me, so why did we lose?" Guan Chenzi retorted.
"And... I... oh, it hurts me to death..." Yi Xiaodao interjected from the bed. This movement made his whole body hurt: "This Finger Breathing Realm is really no joke... I was beaten four times by him. Punch, six kicks..."
When Guan Chenzi saw Yi Xiaodao waking up, he hurriedly came over and helped him up: "You are in the Hidden Realm, and you are lucky enough to survive."
"Oh, it's true that they are referring to the Breathing Realm, but they have just stepped into the Breathing Realm. Isn't this amazing?" Tong Weizi laughed out loud and said: "If my uncles were here, the three of them would No one can leave!"
"What realms are your master uncles in?" Yi Xiaodao asked.
"Of the four uncles, three are pointing to the middle stage of breathing, and one is pointing to the end of breathing. If you don't move, everything will change." Tong Weizi boasted in a miraculous way.
Yi Xiaodao nodded and coughed: "Okay... cough cough... I will definitely learn from you in the future." As he said that, he called to Li Dingxing on the side: "Hey, Li Dingxing, get up... don't pretend to be dead."
Li Dingxing closed his eyes and said: "My hand seems to be broken, please leave me alone and let me lie quietly for a while..."
"Xianlian'er, you wake up!"
Li Dingxing's eyes widened, and he turned over and climbed up: "Ah...my hand, Lian'er, are you okay?"
Shanlian'er was still unconscious.
"Okay, you dare to play tricks on me!" Li Dingxing could no longer lift his hands, and he was so angry that he kicked Yi Xiaodao beside the bed.
Guan Chenzi saw the two of them fighting, and knew that their injuries were not serious, so he felt a little relieved. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly sniffed his nose: "Wait a minute, do you smell anything?"
Li Dingxing and Yi Xiaodao stopped and sniffed the air: "I didn't smell it. How could there be any smell?"
Tong Weizi and Guan Chenzi had a tacit understanding, and knew that she would not make a mistake. He immediately made the secret with both hands, pressed the secret with his fingers on the tip of his nose, and smelled it carefully: "I smell it."
"It seems to smell like rot." Guan Chenzi looked at Tong Weizi, trying to find recognition.
Tong Weizi nodded slightly: "That's right...but now that the two armies are fighting, countless people have died, so it's normal to have a little taste."
Guan Chenzi shook his head slightly: "No, it's not a corpse killed in the battlefield. It should be the smell of blood since it was just killed in the battle. There won't be such a strong smell of decay."
Yi Xiaodao and Li Dingxing sniffed it carefully, and Li Dingxing suddenly remembered: "By the way, I remembered it. When I was on the battlefield today, Xiang Lian'er asked me if I smelled a bad smell."
Yi Xiaodao listened to the conversation between several people and became suspicious. He grew up eating food from hundreds of families. He had eaten everything dirty and smelly, and his sense of smell was not very sensitive. But he knew that they would not create something out of nothing, and this stench would not appear for no reason.
"Stink...rotten...war..." Yi Xiaodao combined these words together in his mind. This was his habit. Putting the keywords together, it was easy to come up with the answer.
"Guan Chenzi, let me ask you, I once heard Brother Hu say, is there any sect in Chu Xiang that drives away corpses?" Yi Xiaodao grabbed Guan Chenzi's hand and asked.
Guan Chenzi didn't know who Brother Hu was, but now was not the time to study this in detail. He nodded and said, "I heard the master mention it once by chance. It seemed to be called the Fuyin Division, but it seemed that they were only responsible for transporting some corpses from other places. It’s just a small business that returns corpses to their roots. It’s not a famous sect.”
"Dealing with life, death and corpses all day long, most people wouldn't do this..." Tong Weizi nodded, he had naturally heard of this small sect.
"Fuyin Division..." Yi Xiaodao muttered about this hit, frowning and thinking hard.
"Xiao Dao, it's not my brother Hu who is trying to scare you. If you can, you must not deal with Fu Yin Si! Look at me, brother, although I am a little dirty with mice all day long, but I am a living person after all, right? Fu Yin Si The underworld is different, they are not really living people..."
Yi Xiaodao dragged Guan Chenzi and said, "How much do you know about this sect? Tell me everything!" The eager Yi Xiaodao even forgot about the pain in his body.
"I don't know either. I've never seen it. Master told us. The sect only has a hundred members. It's extremely mysterious and can control corpses, that's all."
"And have you forgotten? Master said not to provoke them. There is corpse poison. If infected, the wounds will fester. Under their control, they will eventually become inhuman and ghosts." Tong Weizi was standing aside. reminded.
"Oops, come on, someone is here! I want to see Prime Minister Zhou!" Yi Xiaodao shouted quickly. The guard outside the door came in and saw him. He immediately left the tent and went to report to Zhou Ziru.
Not long after, Zhou Ziru opened the curtain and strode away: "Mr. Wu Ding and Mr. Zhongyi, are you feeling better?"
Yi Xiaodao's recovery ability is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Before Xiang Lian'er and Jian Liuyun woke up, he was already able to get down to the ground. He was supported by Guan Chenzi and walked toward Zhou Ziru with three steps at a time: "Zhou Ziru" Prime Minister, there is a big disaster, leave quickly, leave overnight!"
Zhou Ziru narrowed his eyes and was noncommittal about Yi Xiaodao's words: "Please let Mr. Wu Ding elaborate."
