Snowing.
The sky is miserable, clouds are hanging on the ground, and the snow is desolate. The drums of the three armies shake the wilderness, and the armored soldiers wave their weapons and trample the withered grass.
Bai Yujun was dressed in white and holding a dragon gun to kill evil demons. After killing an evil demon, he stood in the sky and looked to the north. The white wind and snow were gradually boiling, and the sea of corpses that had been driven into the snowfield was melting.
I think I should use my talent to make the snow bigger so that the white ocean-like ice and snow monsters can sweep away the rotting corpses.
The snow-white dragon horns emit ripples that are invisible to the naked eye, covering a large area, attracting black clouds and cold winds to drop wind and snow. The sky and the earth are covered with snow, and winter has arrived.
"It finally stopped, it's time to go back."
Taking a deep breath of the cold wind, I instinctively felt sleepy and wanted to hibernate.
"So tired~"
Iron clothes are broken in fierce battles on the battlefield, horses are running outside the pass, the blood of the golden sword in the box is not dry, wildfires are dim, ghosts cry noisily in the dark sky, the black sea of corpses is drowned in white, the soldiers on the dry grass slopes of the hills are excited and then at a loss.
On the top of the grass slope, Zhe Changgong, Qiao Jin and the commander of the Jiuli army breathed a sigh of relief.
After relaxing, I felt deep fatigue and wound pain. Looking back, the past few days have been really ups and downs, without much joy of victory.
Perhaps the imperial capital would be happy to celebrate that they had survived the disaster, but there would be no joy at all if they failed to achieve success.
Victory, a victory filled with life, the generals of various ministries reported the statistics of 170,000 soldiers killed in battle, and the number of wounded soldiers may reach 200,000. Only half of the 400,000 imperial troops who set off outside the customs survived. In the eyes of some people, 200,000 soldiers were killed. It can be summoned easily, but it is 200,000 lives!
Old Man Zhe really hopes that he will die in the hands of evil spirits. Sometimes, living is more painful than death...
There will always be death in war, and it is not appropriate to celebrate success.
Anyway, Bai Yujun couldn't hold a celebration party after the brutal fighting. Qiao Jin knew that the casualties of the snake demon soldiers had not been counted, but Bai Yujun didn't dare to ask...
The sky was gloomy, the sun was blocked by wind and snow, and the Allies had nothing to do.
Since ancient times, many people have fought in battles. They have come far away from their homeland to shed their blood in this bitter and cold place. They have died in hundreds of battles, but their souls have never returned. Lone ghosts wander around, ghosts cry and howl, and their families in faraway places are eagerly waiting for them.
War is cruel, and people who are at ease don't understand that when they are in the safety of the rear, they hang out in brothels in bustling capitals, reciting poems and drinking and singing loudly. If they win at the front, they will sing praises loudly. If they lose, they will curse, scold the soldiers, scold the generals, scold the officials, scold the emperor. Without personal experience, who are you qualified to comment on?
Who knows the pain of the sharp blade slicing through the flesh, belly, and intestines? The corpse is still wrapped in horse leather. It sounds like the blood is boiling and I want to ride the horse to Yanshan. Who knows the misery of lonely ghosts echoing on the battlefield without knowing the way back.
The white wave of ice and snow creatures flooded the black sea of corpses. Maybe they didn't like the Southland. After dealing with the rotting corpses, they returned to the northern ice fields one after another, and the Allied forces also began to gather and prepare to return to the fortress.
The beasts retreated, and the demon kings returned to the Shiwan Mountain in the Southern Wilderness.
Bai Yujun passed through the billowing smoke and fell to the ground. There were devastated corpses everywhere. Among them were many snake demon soldiers wearing silver armor. Perhaps it was a species characteristic. Even in death, they were cold and ruthless. There was no pain or ferociousness. The female demon soldiers were pretty and the male demon soldiers were handsome. , before dying, most of the snake monsters tried their best to turn their heads and look to the southwest, looking at the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the distance...
They always want to go back, but they can't go back...
Snowflakes were falling, covering up the red soil and the corpses.
Qiao Jin and several other handsome men stood nearby, all of them injured and exhausted.
Bai Yujun didn't know whether it was right or wrong to send troops to fight bloody battles in order to strengthen the snake demon clan. It was difficult to decide. Maybe if he didn't send troops, he could just wander around the mountains and forests as before, living his life in confusion.
In order to create a prosperous age for the snake demon clan, 80,000 demon soldiers came out of the Southern Wilderness. Countless little snake demons and monsters never questioned their demon king, silently went out to fight, and fought bravely until they fell thousands of miles away in the mountains.
If there is another crisis of world annihilation, Bai Yujun will not know whether he will lead his army to fight again...
"Blow the horn and summon the demon army."
A demon soldier took out a white horn-shaped horn and blew it hard, making the horn sound dull and whimpering...
Woo~
The desolate horn sound spreads into the distance.
Either alone or in teams of a dozen or so, the scattered demon soldiers gathered in the direction of the horn sound, supported the wounded soldiers, and carried the bodies of their comrades on their backs, silently walking across the desolate battlefield.
Bai Yujun stood on the top of the withered yellow grass slope, hoping that the other demon soldiers would take time to return if they walked too far...
Advanced armor cannot provide absolute protection. The armor of many demon soldiers is covered with scratches and stains of blood. Zombies have no blood. The blood of demons is black, and the red is the blood of themselves or their comrades.
After waiting for two hours, the demon soldiers could no longer be seen returning.
There were only 40,000 demon soldiers assembled.
Eighty thousand demon soldiers left the southern wasteland, 20,000 stayed at the Great Wall, and 60,000 participated in the attack on the demon lair. Only 40,000 were left. This means that 20,000 snake demon soldiers were killed in the tragic battle. It was the first time in hundreds of years that the casualties were so heavy. …
Forty thousand exhausted demon soldiers lined up in an orderly manner. The demon general was counting the casualties and corpses. Not a single snake demon was left behind. Even if they died, they would be brought back to the southern wilderness habitat.
Qiao Jin looked at Bai Yujun, who was still standing motionless on the top of the slope.
He stood for a long time, his hair disheveled by the wind, staring into the distance hoping that the demon soldiers who had not returned would hear the horn.
The trumpet keeps calling...
In fact, Bai Yujun had already seen the souls of the demon soldiers wandering around the battlefield. The reason why he stood still was because the souls of the demon soldiers saw their demon emperor and followed them to the death. They instinctively wandered over to gather, hoping to find themselves in the queue. Location……
The phantoms of twenty thousand dead souls stood in front of Bai Yujun, their eyes as trusting as before.
I really don’t want to do this…
He raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears and told the story with choked sobs.
All the demon soldiers, living and dead, listened quietly.
"In the early summer of the Northern Expedition, the beacon fire has already turned frosty..."
"Yujun thanks you for fighting bloody battles for this beautiful land. No matter where you are and where you are going, just remember that our snake demon clan will never leave you and rely on each other..."
"All members of the Snake Demon Army are brothers and sisters. I hope you will remember your oath to live and die together..."
He raised his head and took a deep breath, trying not to choke, his cheeks felt warm.
"More than 20,000 of our compatriots died on the battlefield, their souls covered the spring platform, and their souls returned to the long night. Life and death are blurred. When the body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is the ghost..."
"The heroic spirits of the Snake Soldiers are still here. They have returned to the ranks and followed my banner. They will return to the Southern Wilderness Mountains with their souls in peace. They will lead our people's sacrifices. Don't be ghosts from a foreign land, just souls from a foreign land..."
"Come with me...home."
The ethnic group won the opportunity to develop and grow but lost more than 20,000 compatriots. I asked myself over and over again if it was worth it. Maybe I should have stayed in the Southern Wilderness.
Facing 40,000 ordinary low-level snake monsters and monsters that were still alive, Bai Yujun only felt the responsibility on his shoulders.
Ever since countless snakes died because of him, Bai Yujun's life not only belonged to himself, but also to the tribe.
More than 20,000 dead souls lined up neatly, with no complaints or regrets...
After that, Bai Yujun only gave one order: find all the remains of the demon soldiers and take them away, bring them back to the Great Wall, bring them back to the Southern Wilderness, and bury them in Shiwan Mountain.
.com. miaoshuwu.com
