The abundant soil has been restored, but the abundant people have not.
The grand master led the generals to make a soup on the city wall from a distance and offer sacrifices to their ancestors.
It's just that the "rich soil" that was known as the warehouse of northern Xinjiang finally turned into a ghost.
Just as people eat wild beasts, wild beasts also eat humans. Feng Rang was ruined by this group of Jing people, and Wen Zhong took the entire Jing people to repay it.
No one will stand up and pity these ignorant, capricious and cowardly people.
There were too many to kill, and after this battle, the corpses of millions of Jing people were dumped on the banks of the Danshui River. The fire burned for ten days and ten nights, and the crows kept coming for three days before they could be dealt with. Melted grease and body parts flowed down Danshui and into the North Sea.
Wen Zhong may also hope to use this scene to scare the foreigners who were open-minded in the past and not to make mistakes.
The army camped in the empty Fengyang City. The vanguard advanced into the North Sea border to investigate the movements of demons and rebels. They practiced all day long and prepared for war, waiting for news of the victory of the Quartet's crusade.
Chaoge's elite teachers also had to rest and recuperate during the travels for more than half a year.
Meng Chang, on the other hand, used his shameless spirit to "beat" Deng Chanyu like an eagle.
It's not necessary to see that extraordinary stone. Meng Chang was also very coveted for Deng Chanyu's hidden weapon skills, which were perfect and accurate.
Originally, they were interested in the Yellow Turban Warriors and the art of witchcraft and Gu. They also wanted to go over and rub the Jiuli siblings. But who would have thought that after these two people heard about Meng Chang's appearance during the Battle of Yancheng, Faxiang Tiandi became more interested in it than Meng. He was still active, asking him day and night to inquire and test him.
He kept saying, "Brother Meng, is your ancestor the Li family?"
"Brother Meng, my sister and brother have admired you for a long time. After drinking this bowl of wine, we will become friends."
Believing in your evil deeds, the wine soup, which is as red as blood and has evil spirits emerging, looks more complicated than Ganges River water, so only a ghost dares to drink it.
One of you is playing poison and the other is using witchcraft. If he didn't know what you want to say, Meng Chang wouldn't even want to talk to these two people just looking at this bowl of soup.
Besides, today I dare to assume the identity of a descendant of Chi You. Tomorrow, the three of us will hang the sacrificial flag at the gate of the camp, these two idiots.
However, getting along with each other in recent days has made Mengchang know a lot about the unfamiliar southern Xinjiang and the "magnificent" Jiuli tribe.
"Since the Battle of Zhulu, Jiuli has left the Yellow River Basin where he grew up for generations and scattered all over the world."
"However, Brother Meng, please don't underestimate us."
"Jiuli is just a name given to outsiders. It originated from the military leader Li Tan and his eight ancestors. The ancestor of the military leader is by no means the Chiyou you say. Chi is a pest, and you have an unknown meaning. Chiyou's name is just a name for a foolish person. It’s just a smear campaign imposed by people.”
"In ancient times, when the Yellow Emperor saw my ancestors, he would also call them Emperor Li and Lord of War. My ancestor Li Tan was not a foreign enemy. He was also the queen of Yan Emperor Jiang Li."
Meng Chang listened to these melons in ancient times with gusto.
"Hey, Brother Xiong, I want to ask you something. Your sister's name is Diewu, and your name is Xiong Kang. Aren't you siblings? Why are your last names different?"
"Also, why is it that your sister has butterfly wings and you have eagle wings? Is there anything special about this?"
Xiong Kang is not upset at all. This is basically common knowledge in southern Xinjiang. The Central Plains Chaoge is separated between the northern and southern Xinjiang. Except for those who are unprofitable and can't afford to do business early, they rarely have contact with each other. People in northern Xinjiang don't understand the real situation. normal.
Thousands of years ago, their hometown of Jiuli was still the Yellow River Basin.
"These wings are not born with us. When we grow up, we will participate in the clan's sacrificial ceremony. Those who are brave will have wings on their backs, and those who are wise will have butterfly wings."
Go ahead, Xiong Kang said with a sacred look: "According to legend, the ancestor of the soldier master has eight wings of wind and thunder on his back. When I, a foreigner from Jiuli, go through the seven stages of life and death, I will have the opportunity to imitate my ancestor and obtain the eight wings of wind and thunder."
"Each clan member with different wings will be transferred to the corresponding tribe to start a new life. This is why my sister and I are separated in two places. Until... the clan ordered us to come to help the Grand Master."
Meditating, Meng Chang stared at Xiong Kang's wings and couldn't help but ponder.
"In other words, you both have two wings, which is the weakest bird...no...I mean alien, right?"
"Some tribesmen do not value force. To judge a warrior simply by his wings is to judge a person by his appearance. A truly strong man is still powerful even without wings."
"Tch!" Meng Chang turned around and left.
"Co-author, you Jiuli tribe fooled the grand master and got two of the weakest children to support you. It's really ironic."
Xiong Kang was furious: "Brother Meng, why did you insult me?"
"That's not what I said. You said it yourself. You have to pass the seven levels of life and death. People who haven't passed this level of yours are so strong. Then how strong can you be if you have to go through the seven levels? With this ability, You are living in this shitty southern border, and if a dozen eight-winged strangers came out, the world would have been leveled by you."
Mengchang suspected that this boy was bragging and it was impossible to fight him. This boy's ability was too disgusting. He summoned a yellow scarf warrior and then placed unlimited curses on people.
Even if he defeated the Yellow Turban Warrior, he probably wouldn't have much energy left to fight this kid in hand-to-hand combat.
"Do you think these seven passes are easy? Xiong Di, the former leader of my Li tribe's Feather Wings lineage, has overcome four difficulties. The seven passes of life and death are difficult to pass, and the more difficult they are, the more difficult they are. In the past hundred years, except for King Di, , there has never been anyone with more than four pairs of wings.”
It seemed that the whole topic was going astray and that his younger brother had misled Meng Chang and failed to achieve the expected results. Die interrupted Xiong Kang's story.
Silly brother, if you keep talking, I'm afraid you'll end up telling the truth about the entire Li clan.
"Captain Meng, my brother and I sincerely invite you. No matter what the outcome of this battle is, please be sure to come to Southern Xinjiang afterwards. We, the Li people, will sweep the couch to welcome us."
"It is not a shameful thing to have the blood of Jiuli. Thousands of years have passed since the battle of Zhulu. Our Li people have also thrived in the Yin and Shang Dynasties for more than 600 years. We have long been indistinguishable from the Zhuxia. Please also ask Don’t worry, keep it in mind.”
Mengchang first saluted Xiong Kang and then said to the butterfly.
"Don't be upset. I want to apologize to the two of you. I am not Chi... a descendant of the military master. This is all Xiang Liu's conspiracy. You have to believe me."
Then Mengchang told the story again that he explained to Master Wen that day.
The two siblings looked at each other, shook their heads, and then decided to leave. They didn't know whether they believed Meng Chang's explanation or not.
"Captain Meng, I'll take my leave first."
After watching the people leave, Meng Chang put his hands on his belt and leaned against the camp gate with a headache.
"Oh, this Xiang Liu is really troublesome. You said you are such a big ancient ferocious beast. Why do you want to do this to me? I was not the one who killed you in Yunmengze. If you want revenge, go to Hou Lord, he is the descendant of Gun and Dayu."
Meng Zhu was almost immune to Meng Chang's crazy words. He pointed at the bowl of blood-red soup on the table and asked hesitantly: "Captain, what should I do with this wine?"
Mengchang rolled his eyes: "Brother Zhu, I told you, you can call me whatever you want in front of others, but there are no outsiders here. You still call me Brother Chang, and I will continue to call you Brother Zhu. Why are you so divided?"
"The courtesy cannot be discarded. The Marquis asked me to take care of you in your camp. Now that the Marquis is gone and there is no new appointment for the Grand Master, I am your personal soldier. Naturally, I will call you the captain."
"Brother, my good brother, what kind of personal soldier do you think you are? Go and see how many captains have personal soldiers. That can only be appointed by the general."
After that, I didn’t care about Meng Zhu. This fellow from the same village was good at everything. He just liked to be more serious sometimes, but he was still too honest.
However, what on earth do these two siblings want to do with this thing?
They said it was wine, but the more it looked, the more it looked like blood.
What is the use of this thing? There is no reason for these two siblings to harm me. This is not Southern Xinjiang. This is Dashang's military camp. Sitting in the Chinese army's tent are Wen Zhong and Wen Taishi.
How about giving it a try?
Mengchang picked up this ordinary pottery bowl with one hand, put it in his mouth and took a sip.
?
No response.
Let me just say, these siblings made a mistake.
Just as he was about to tell Meng Zhu to pour the bowl of blood water, Meng Chang suddenly felt a cold force rushing through his body, and the blood sacrifice in his body that had not been used for a long time was automatically triggered as if he had encountered an old enemy. It burned.
"..."
"I'm such a bitch. Everyone has left. I'm just curious."
"If you want to die, this is not a battlefield. Where can you go to find blood?"
"It's over, why can't this crap thing be turned off?"
"Brother Zhu, call this person back. Hurry, go quickly, or someone will die."
Meng Zhu was shocked. Looking at Meng Chang who was feeling cold, sweating and steaming, he drew out his sword and rushed out without saying a word.
After a while, Xiong Kang carried Meng Zhu, who was so weak and weak, back to the camp. There was a circle of brothers in the camp surrounding him, looking at the two of them eagerly.
Xiong Kang was not annoyed and laughed loudly: "Captain Meng is so elegant. I'm not going to drink the toast, but I drank it in private. It's not interesting."
After drinking away the soldiers in the camp, Meng Chang held back the two conflicting breaths in his body and asked eagerly.
"Don't talk nonsense, what is this? If you continue to burn it like this, I will sacrifice the blood of you two first."
Diewu stepped forward with a solemn expression, stretched out his hand that glowed with green light, and gently touched Mengchang's hot and cold body, especially on his back, and touched it carefully. lock up.
Fortunately, the cold air and heat in Meng Chang's body dissipated automatically under the comfort of the green light, otherwise Meng Chang would have suspected that this girl was trying to eat him.
"As expected." Die said seriously.
"Sure enough, please speak clearly."
Mengchang was really weak now. Not only was his whole body weak, but after his strength faded, his head began to feel a little dizzy.
If the siblings had been late just now, I was afraid that I would have to go out to get the nourishing sheep and dolphins from the kitchen to put out the fire.
"Nothing, just verified some conjectures."
"What guess?"
"You don't need to know now"
"You...you gave me a drink, and this happened after I finished drinking. You actually told me that it had nothing to do with me?"
"If Nai Weng dies, do you think it matters?"
Die ignored the weak and irritable Meng Chang, picked up the bowl of blood wine on the table and poured it back into the gourd.
"Captain Meng is tired. Let's take a rest early."
"Hurry up and become stronger, Colonel Meng. You are not good enough now, you are too weak."
"As compensation for our two siblings this time, I can make an exception and remind you of one thing."
"If it's not a critical moment of life and death, please don't use that power of boiling blood again. Remember, remember."
Watching Shi Shiran leave, Meng tried to get the ax on the weapon rack.
It didn't work anymore. He had no strength at all and couldn't even twist it. Meng Chang couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.
Turning his head, he saw Meng Zhu lying limply on the ground and asked with a wry smile.
"Brother Zhu, have you also awakened the power of Qi and blood?"
"Captain, please forgive me for my incompetence. I just caught Xiong Kang when I caught up with him. He immediately cursed me, and then..."
"Hey, okay, I don't blame you. I should also teach you a lesson and be less curious in the future."
If you don't drink this bowl of wine, I guess the guy in the coaching camp won't be able to sit still. Instead of letting him keep guessing, I might as well open it up and let you see it. Anyway, I don't even know what kind of ghost blood this thing is.
"Besides, the Riddler is really annoying."
