A big war can be described as "tragic". The members of the defense force composed of Kunlun, Jinsha, Yuncheng and Yongcheng were killed in a total of seven. Among them, the second elder of the Chen family, the third elder of the Murong family, and a god emperor of Yongcheng still retained their intact bodies, and the remaining four people all turned into ashes under the blood-colored ball of light and escaped into the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao.

The dead are gone, but those who survive have to take on more important responsibilities.

Zhang Zhao walked over step by step, came to Wuye and Jiang Chen, clasped his hands into fists, and said with a humble expression: "Thank you two seniors, thank you brothers and sisters." ”

With a finger of the sword trick in Wuye's right hand, he saw that the Tiantan sword behind him was blue and bright, and finally became three times larger and floated in front of him.

"This matter is related to the fate of the whole world, and we cultivators should fight bravely to kill the enemy, and if they encounter a beast tide in the future, they can notify us at any time. ”

After saying this, Wu Ye stepped on the flying sword and disappeared into the sky.

"Fellow Daoists, farewell!"

Shochen also said goodbye to everyone, and then Edgeworth left.

At this time, the senior brother of the Sword Gate also came over, clasped his hands into fists, bowed respectfully, and said, "Seniors, farewell." ”

"Well, thank you a few little brothers. ”

Chu Yuhong, on behalf of the major families, thanked Dao Dao, when the swordsmen from Kunlun Mountain left, Zhang Zhao looked around and saw the three corpses lying there, and he inevitably felt some regret in his heart.

"Old Chu, Master, Uncle Wu. I also bother you to take care of these seniors who died in battle, I have to go to Nancheng, I don't know what the situation is over there. ”

After that, Zhang Zhao rode the wind and waves and rushed to Nancheng.

After twenty minutes, when Zhang Zhao came to Nancheng, he was deeply shocked by the scene he saw.

This zigzag road in Shangyun City, starting from the second crossing, is full of corpses, including those of the Golden Eagle Sect, as well as their Yuncheng soldiers, doctors, warriors and volunteers.

For forty minutes, these heroes forged a solid wall out of their own flesh and blood, blocking the demons of the Golden Eagle Cult from the entrance.

The warriors of the twelve great families of Cloud City had already left, but many of their clansmen's corpses were left at the scene. There were more than 40,000 soldiers, warriors and volunteers who participated in the battle, but less than half survived.

The rest of them were covered in bruises, and from time to time a doctor announced that a person or warrior had no signs of life.

All the doctors and nurses from all over the city, as well as doctors from the medical family, rushed here to treat those who had been wounded in the battle.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zhao's eyes were a little ruddy, and in the group of injured, he saw several familiar figures, which were the teachers and students of his martial arts school.

"Teacher Gu, how are you doing?"

Zhang Zhao stepped forward and saw a group of teachers and students surrounding Gu Qing, and his shoulder was pierced by some sharp weapon, blood was like a pillar, and he was being treated by two doctors at this time.

Gu Qing always seemed to be that cynical, and despite being seriously injured, he still grinned and said confidently: "

I can't die, I killed an elite just now and made a lot of money. ”

"Captain, Captain Zhang......"

At this time, a woman's voice came, and Zhang Zhao turned his head to see that it was Leng Jia'er holding a sniper rifle. At this time, her face was pale, obviously because her true qi was consumed too much, but she belonged to snipers and was protected by many people, so she was not injured.

"Did we lose?"

She didn't cry, her mood was as cold as ever, but the tears in her eyes flowed like a.

This sentence, like a needle and a thorn, pierced Zhang Zhao's heart fiercely. Everyone looked at him, and everyone was looking forward to the outcome of the battle.

"Zhang Zhao, did we lose?"

At this time, Zhang Yi, a military instructor, also walked over.

Looking at the eyes full of expectation, Zhang Zhao really couldn't bear to tell the truth, but finally nodded.

Everyone was silent, everyone looked at each other, and for a while they didn't know what to say.

Just when Zhang Zhao felt self-blame and loss, a strong hand was placed on his shoulder.

"You are the Taibao of Cloud City, the leader here, you can't collapse, you need to be calm and lead everyone out of the catastrophe. ”

Hearing this comfort, Zhang Zhao quickly sorted out his thoughts. With a heavy heart, he said word by word: "This battle is over, everyone can rest in peace, we will build a heroic altar to pay tribute to these heroes who died in battle, remember the dead, and comfort the living." We must not be defeated by a setback, but must be strong and cope with more serious tribulations. ”

Seven days after the Battle of the North Slopes.

After a big battle, the life of Yuncheng has gradually stepped onto the right track, and all walks of life have begun to normal. Because the previous director of the TV station retreated from the enemy and fled abroad, he was removed by Zhang Zhao in the name of the Taibao, and he was naturally replaced by Lu Xinwei, who had been agreed before.

After seven days, with two hundred workers working overtime day and night, a heroic altar was built on the south slope. In front of the altar there is a large stone tablet with the names of many people who died in this battle. The reason why it was built here is to let everyone know that there was once a tragic battle to defend Cloud City in this place, and it was these heroes who used their flesh and blood to cast a copper wall and return a peace to Cloud City.

At noon today, a memorial service was held at the Altar of Heroes. Almost all the people in Cloud City came to attend, and everyone invariably wore black funeral dresses, and they all wore a purple funeral flower on their chests to commemorate the deceased.

After Zhang Zhao read the memorial speech, everyone lined up and came up to lay flowers for the deceased heroes. And Zhang Zhao was also called aside by Zhang Yi, the Taibao of Jinsha City.

"Let's go, there's an important meeting. ”

Zhang Zhao was called into the car and came all the way to the Jinsha City base.

After coming to the base, Zhang Yi took him directly to the council hall, which was empty, only him.

When the door was closed, it was pitch black in the conference hall. Suddenly, a projection light lit up on the wall in front of him, reflecting some effect.

After a while, four people appeared, three men and one woman, some in suits and some in military uniforms, and they were probably between 50 and 60 years old.

They have a dignified posture and a very righteous demeanor, but their expressions are very serious.

The four of them lined up from left to right, and the one on the left was a woman, dressed in a white suit, looking very gentle, with the words "representative of the medical community" written on the name sign in front of her desk.