The sky was gloomy and gray, and there seemed to be black air blocking the day.
There was no sound in the huge city, and it was dead silent. It had only been a few days since the city was destroyed and the corpses left. The city gate was wide open, and the shops, streets, restaurants and inns were covered with dark brown blood stains. The gray air filled the city as if it was heavy fog, making it difficult to see very far.
The zombies that broke through the natural barriers and entered the Central Plains kept moving forward, and the gray fog occasionally shimmered. It was the high-level monks who still had a trace of righteousness in their hearts fighting with powerful zombies. Strangely enough, these powerful zombies were different from ordinary zombies. They fought in tattered armors. They will also use some martial arts skills in the military, and it is possible that those who served in the military during life will retain some instincts after death.
The Yan Kingdom army, with the cooperation of high-level monks, had a great battle with the zombie tide.
Thanks to the collapse of the keel and the use of divine power to wipe out the corpse poison, the living and the rotten corpses fought hard to avoid wound infection. Who would have thought that they would quickly collapse and flee just after the battle, resulting in a huge defeat.
Bai Yujun was not surprised to get the news.
What would really happen if those armies suddenly burst out and killed a large number of rotting corpses. Not to mention the soldiers whose armors were in tatters and who were short of men and pay. The commanding class was always good at scheming in the camp, internal fighting between insiders and outside fighting against outsiders, and when it came to rectifying people There are endless schemes and tricks, and it is better to rely on bandits than to rely on real swords and guns.
There is no problem with the soldiers and they are not lacking in bravery and bloodiness. The problem lies with the officers leading the troops.
A raging group of soldiers will be raging in a den, and it will be useless no matter how hard the top is and the bottom is. Which official dares to roll up his sleeves and fight with the corpses, but in the end, it will definitely not be the officials with strong connections and backgrounds who will take the blame, only the soldiers at that level. To bear the abuse, one has no power and nowhere to seek redress.
Regarding this great defeat, boring people stay in brothels to give advice. Many people have a habit of always criticizing others no matter what. You can't stop it, it's their nature.
Hiding in the back and jumping up and down, using various excuses to talk nonsense.
Gradually, the army finally regained its composure and was able to resist and defend, roughly gathering the corpses within a radius of several hundred miles.
The Great Wall defenders on the northern front finally sealed the pass. Without the help of high-level zombies, ordinary rotten corpses just gathered and wandered outside the pass. If the rotten corpses that entered the pass could be cleaned up in a short time, there might be a turn for the better.
After the New Year, it’s early spring.
The big ship flying the yellow flag docked at Jiangcheng Pier, and the imperial officials in Jinfu came ashore...
The rotten corpses entering the pass are spreading too fast and cannot be stopped. Chunyang and the Western Sect are under great pressure. The other small and medium-sized sects pay more attention to how to improve their cultivation and plunder resources. They treat the common people as nothing more than careless. Occasionally, monks or sects take action to save them. It’s always a drop in the bucket.
Just when the emperor was furious and all the officials were frowning, a certain boring official said something.
"Did Taizu sign an alliance with the snake demon army back then?"
So, the emperor asked the eunuch to dig out the document signed by his ancestors from the dusty scroll. When he opened it, he saw that it was indeed signed by the dragon!
The king and his ministers were all happy, and it was said that the demon soldiers were so ferocious that even the people of Chi Mang were hated by them.
No matter how you can block the corpses, the imperial court has lost several games in a row and many people in the city have died. Maybe those monsters can deal with the tide of corpses.
A certain boring official said something again and pulled the emperor and his ministers into the ice cave.
"I remember when we demolished the Dragon Temple before, it was such a big fuss that people died~"
"..."
The monarch and his ministers were speechless. In fact, let’s not talk about the emperor’s qualifications for the time being. Many of the old ministers are talented people. It is not clear who the junior official listened to and said those words. The ministers were just following the trend and acting. Maybe they were loyal to the emperor and patriotic, but after all It's intriguing how many there are.
Give Covenant a try no matter what, you can always come up with a good excuse anyway.
The officials who contacted Jiaolong left the capital and traveled to the southern wasteland through hard work.
Two months later.
The tired-looking officials looked at the huge building in confusion.
"customs?"
There was a quarrel about contacting the Demon Emperor of the Southern Wilderness to pick up the demon soldiers. The court was like a leaky window, with news flying all over the sky.
A certain state and county in the North.
Wherever the corpse tide passes, there are no living people left. The dead village is empty and peaceful. The courtyard door is open and full of blood, but no bones or remains are found. After the corpse group leaves, the sun dissipates the gray air and brings a little warmth. Occasionally, birds and animals run quickly. Then, from the village on the other side of the mountain ridge separated from the village, there were bursts of clanging sounds of iron.
The village is not big, with a population of thirty or forty and some chickens, ducks, cats and dogs.
It is very strange to say that a large city with a population of two to three million people cannot stop the tide of corpses from being submerged, but such a small village is safe and sound. Even the villagers feel strange.
Because it was too remote and no one informed them to flee, it was too late by the time the corpses arrived.
The working villagers fled back to the village, the women cried and the children screamed at the men. Strangely, those monsters actually spared the people in the threshing floor. The small dragon temple next to the ginkgo tree in the center of the village bloomed with a faint light, dispelling the gray and foul smell and protecting the surroundings of the small temple. Within the scope of the threshing floor, the lucky people gathered in front of the temple to survive. The monster seemed unable to see the villagers passing by and heading south in front of the temple.
The elders of the village lead the living people to kneel and kowtow in front of the Dragon Temple every day, and burn incense three times in the morning, noon and evening.
Some people simply moved beds and mattresses to sleep in front of the temple.
Previously, people from the county and the squire came to demand the demolition of the temple. The villagers refused to do anything and saw blood for this. Those people cursed and left after seeing that they couldn't do anything, too lazy to take risks. Unexpectedly, they escaped with their lives.
Today, villagers once again gathered in front of the two-foot-high Dragon Temple to offer sacrifices.
"Sacrifice to the divine dragon~protect peace~"
Reluctant to kill chickens and pigs, the clever village woman steamed three animals in the form of thick flour steamed buns and placed them in front of the small temple. Dozens of people kowtowed respectfully and devoutly, more determined than a fanatical believer.
In the north, countless temples were built with the help of dragons, but before the disaster came, they demolished and smashed the temples, leaving no protection.
The clan elder wrote down the prohibition on demolishing the temple in the family tree, wishing he could sacrifice his own life to the Dragon God. The two-foot-high small Dragon Temple was made of bluestone and wiped spotless. To have a Dragon Temple, there must be water, or streams, rivers and lakes. Or the well, the water from the well next to the temple is also regarded by the villagers as omnipotent sacred water.
Bai Yujun just mobilized the weak earth and water veins to gather in the small temple to improve the environment, and did his duty without being lazy.
The small bluestone temple exudes a faint power and protects the threshing floor...
Southern wilderness.
The city management office still has the desk with the huge window.
Bai Yujun was lying lazily on a soft chair, basking in the sun, yawning and listening to the officials across from him in robes quoting scriptures. Perhaps it would be impossible to show the court's literary talent without speaking profoundly. A single sentence can give you hundreds of words. Listen to it in 46 format. The pointed ears are listless.
After a while, I couldn't bear it any longer.
"That...who is that?"
The officials and envoys looked ugly, but they still clasped their fists according to etiquette, thinking in their hearts that although they were beautiful, they still behaved like beasts and were rude and rude.
"I am Pu Keli, Minister of War."
"Oh, yes, Mr. Pu has worked hard all the way. Do you think this sunny day should be wasted? Why don't you just say it?"
"Uh... On behalf of His Majesty the Emperor, I request the Demon Emperor to abide by the ancient covenant and send troops to fight the demons."
"Isn't it good? Am I a demon too?"
"Sorry, we are sending troops to fight evil spirits..."
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