The quicksand dead who almost poured out of the nest were caught in a dilemma after meeting at a secret stronghold on the edge of the desert.

Their mission was to prevent reinforcements from rushing to the front line of the battlefield, but now that the Nanming reinforcements had stopped themselves, they didn't need to do anything at all.

But just leaving like this, everyone felt very uneasy, for fear that this was the conspiracy of the Southern Ming Army.

The news quickly spread back to the capital of the Quicksand Kingdom, and when the King of Quicksand learned about it, he was greatly surprised, and he didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

In the military and political council room, a group of generals stood on both sides, and the already old king was overjoyed after reading the secret letter, but after a little thought, he frowned again.

He handed the secret letter to a middle-aged general in his early forties beside him and asked.

"What does the General think about this?"

The middle-aged general quickly read the secret letter and circulated it to the generals behind him.

He thought for a moment and said solemnly.

The last general thought that the support army was probably doing this on purpose, wanting to wait for the front line to lose both, and then reap the benefits of the fisherman. ”

After reading the secret letter, the generals behind him also nodded, feeling the same way.

The king nodded, and asked again.

"Does the general think this is good or bad?"

The middle-aged general replied without hesitation.

"From the current point of view, it is a good thing for us, in two days, the Divine Summoning Ritual has absorbed enough undead death qi, and it should be able to summon a second Heroic Spirit Warrior.

As long as there is a second heroic warrior to help, the Nanming army will definitely be defeated. ”

The king was immediately overjoyed, and his frown gradually relaxed.

The other generals spoke one after another.

"In the face of absolute power, any conspiracy is a ridiculous trick, the cunning Nanming people, we must kill them without leaving a piece of armor. ”

"That's right, kill them all, and avenge the dead brethren. ”

......

The next evening, just the night before the Heroic Spirit would be summoned, the Southern Ming army launched its fourth siege.

In this siege, the Nanming army gave almost everything to it, including the head soldiers who cooked the rice and some wounded remnants, all went to the battlefield.

Obviously, they all knew that if they couldn't take the capital of the quicksand country this night, they would have no chance.

The High Priest did not agree to such a strong attack, but the Witch King insisted on his opinion, unwilling to give up at the last minute, and decided to give it a go.

The army pressed the border, took advantage of the night to sneak attack, and killed the quicksand country by surprise, but soon, a large number of people gathered on the walls of the capital of the quicksand country and began to counterattack.

In the distant desert, a cloud of sand and dust rolls up, and the Yellow Sand Giant reappears, fighting the Witch King far from the battlefield.

The Witch King must intervene to stop the Yellow Sand Giant, or let it rush into the army and turn the tide of battle almost instantly.

On the city wall, a middle-aged general in jet-black armor, standing at the head of the wall with a long sword in both hands, looked at the yellow sand giant in the distance, and cheered loudly.

"Soldiers, hold on, as long as tonight, the faithful servants of the desert gods, powerful heroic warriors, will emerge from the ground and crush the enemy. ”

When the soldiers heard these words, they were immediately shocked, as if new strength had emerged from the bottom of their hearts.

The soldiers, who were exhausted and could not stand up, stood up again, and the mortals, who had been seriously wounded and dying, struggled to get up and rushed forward to die with the enemy.

The power of this belief makes everyone grit their teeth and persevere.

Tonight's battle burned so fiercely that the walls were half broken, and the corpses that had fallen under the city were piled up a mountain high, and rivers of blood flowed like rivers, mixed with the yellow sand, and turned into a slow-flowing bloody mud.

The night was so long, no one in the capital of the Quicksand Country fell asleep on this night, whether it was the common people or the princes and ministers, they were all ready to die tonight.

By the time the first rays of sunlight fell on the land, the walls of the Quicksand Country had almost collapsed, but the gates had not fallen.

A group of Nanming soldiers rushed into the city, but were met with desperate resistance from the people of quicksand.

The soldiers of the quicksand country are almost dead, and there is not one in a hundred, and the army of the Southern Ming Dynasty also suffered heavy losses, and the 70,000 troops that poured out of the nest were less than 10,000 alive.

In the end, the Nanming army won, but they also lost, because it was already dawn at this moment.

At dawn, on the huge lake against which the quicksand capital rests, there was a breeze blowing, and the wind rose at the end of the green ping, and no one noticed.

The wind blew across the lake, into the city, and over the kings, the generals, the soldiers, and the common people, and gradually grew stronger and stronger.

When the "micro" wind blew outside the city, blowing through the fallen corpses, a trace of invisible undead dead air was absorbed by it, and the "micro" wind suddenly turned into a violent wind.

The storm rolled up, from the sand to the clouds, and the yellow sand rolled, quickly condensing the image of a giant in the storm.

The giant's eyes were fierce and fierce, and his eyes seemed to contain deep sorrow, and he raised his hand and swept away, and countless Nanming soldiers who were rushing into the city rose with the wind and were swept into the air.

The screams and wails were drowned out by the wind, and the soldiers were torn to pieces in the air by the wind and sand, and the blood mixed with the wreckage fell from the sky, which was a real bloody storm.

The Yellow Sand Giant is like a desert reaper who harvests life, and it strides into the army of the Southern Ming Dynasty and kills on a killing spree.

More than 10,000 people were so frightened by this scene that they abandoned their armor and fled in all directions.

Sitting in a command camp ten miles behind, the high priest's face was extremely ugly.

He had expected this scene for a long time, but it was a pity that the Witch King was stubborn and did not listen to advice.

The defeat of the army was irreversible, and the high priest immediately ordered everyone to retreat quickly.

"That's it!"

He looked up to the sky and sighed, took a step forward, folded his hands, and made three seals, muttering a string of obscure ancient incantations.

A huge spiritual power poured out, as if it had turned into countless ropes, tied to the yellow sand giant, causing its body to temporarily freeze in place, unable to move.

The Yellow Sand Giant has its feet on the earth and the sky above its head, and it is not easy to restrain it.

After a violent struggle, the high priest's face gradually turned pale, and blood slowly flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Yun Ping followed him and hurriedly persuaded him, hoping that he could evacuate quickly.

But the high priest shook his head and laughed miserably.

"This defeat, for the responsibility of the generals, I have killed 60,000 sons of Nanming, how can I leave these 10,000 soldiers alone.

The order went down, and everyone quickly evacuated, no longer caring about the camp, and went directly to the south and escaped from the desert. ”

After speaking, the high priest spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were already showing his will to die, just hoping to temporarily delay the yellow sand giant and buy 10,000 soldiers time to flee for their lives.

Yun Ping stepped forward, his eyes were red, and he wanted to drag the old man away.

But he knew that no one would have escaped from the desert alive without the High Priest's delay.

He knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes, kowtowed three times to the old man, and said in a trembling voice.

"High Priest, you ...... Take care!"

After speaking, Yunping mounted his horse, spread the general to everyone's ears, and led the remnants of the defeated army to flee to the south.