The defeat was like a mountain, just because a yellow sand giant suddenly joined the battlefield, and the situation was turned around in an instant.

It's a pity that the only remaining quicksand soldiers died and wounded, and only a few hundred people survived, and there were no extra manpower to chase down Nanming's defeated army.

The giant of the yellow sand was restrained in place by the high priest at the cost of his life, and could only struggle violently, unable to continue to pursue the defeated army.

The remaining 10,000 people fled in panic, and fled all the way south for two or three hundred miles, before they collapsed exhaustively in the sand, panting for breath and calming their fears.

At this moment, a rainbow light in the sky galloped from the north, fell among the crowd, and turned into a tall middle-aged man.

When everyone saw this man, they immediately panicked and knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe.

Yun Ping was in the middle of this group of people, he looked sad and knelt down on one knee.

"Witch King, we ...... Defeated!"

The Witch King's face was gloomy and terrifying, and the anger in his eyes seemed to erupt.

After a moment of silence, he asked.

"What about the High Priest?"

Tears flowed from Yun Ping's eyes, and his voice choked.

"High Priest...... He...... He died to protect our retreat!"

The witch king slowly closed his eyes, the grief and resentment in his heart were turning over the river, and he tried his best to control his emotions so as not to go berserk.

The people around him felt a depressing aura lingering in this radius of more than ten miles, as if he had a thought, and this place would completely collapse.

At this moment, one of the generals spoke loudly.

"Witch King, the defeat in this battle is not our fault, but because the reinforcements have not arrived for a long time, the brothers died unjustly, you must avenge the brothers and kill the commander of the reinforcements. ”

The Witch King slowly opened his eyes, his suppressed aura dissipated, his face returned to normal, and his heart returned to peace.

"Gather the army and come with me to ask for an explanation. ”

At this moment, under the capital of the quicksand country, as the two yellow sand giants dispersed, many surviving soldiers and civilians walked out of the city to clean up the tragic battlefield.

The quicksanders are tough and bloody, and although they were almost wiped out, they are a little pessimistic, on the contrary, hatred makes them even more tenacious.

The middle-aged general in jet-black armor stood among the corpses with a sword in hand.

He's not tall, but he gives everyone the feeling of being as reliable as a mountain.

This person is none other than the general of the Quicksand Country, Uda.

If he hadn't commanded this battle and wanted to hold on, it would have been impossible.

Uda looked at the countless quicksand soldiers who had died in battle around him, raised his sword and shouted.

"Brothers and sisters, I, Uda, hereby swear to the desert gods that I will avenge you, you ...... Rest in peace!"

After saying that, he knelt on one knee, stabbed his war knife into the ground, crossed his hands on the handle of the knife, and bowed his head in silence.

Other soldiers and civilians who were cleaning up the battlefield also knelt on one knee and bowed their heads in silence.

This is the noblest etiquette of the quicksand country, only for the soldiers who died in battle.

Far away on the edge of the desert more than 500 miles away, in a small earthen city, the spies sent by Xue Jian immediately transmitted the battle situation in front of them.

Xue Jian learned that the army on the front line was defeated, and there was no surprise, in the absence of reinforcements, with the tenacity and bloodiness of the quicksand people, it was enough to drag the situation around.

What he has to worry about now is that after the defeat in this battle, it will usher in the wrath of the Witch King.

Xue Jian stood on the city tower, looking into the distance, and suddenly spoke.

"Someone, go and bring that quicksand dead man, and bring another good horse that travels thousands of miles a day. ”

Immediately, an accompanying guard nodded yes and walked down the tower.

After a while, the captured quicksand dead soldier was taken to the castle tower.

He had regained his senses, and he didn't remember that he had told Xue Jian all the information.

Xue saw that he didn't look at him, and said lightly.

"I'll tell you a good news, your quicksand country has won, the Nanming army has fled in a rout, with heavy casualties, and only 10,000 of the 70,000 horses have escaped. ”

The man was stunned for a moment, his eyes showing intense shock and disbelief.

Xue Jian knew that he would definitely not believe it, but it didn't matter, he turned his head, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

"These things will be known when you go back, help me bring a message, if you want to avenge the quicksand soldiers who died in battle, let your general bring a heroic spirit to this salon village. ”

The quicksand dead man's mind couldn't turn for a moment, and he wondered.

"What do you mean?"

Xue saw that he looked at the city, and someone had already prepared the fast horse.

"In less than three days, the remnants of the defeated army led by the Witch King will be killed here, and you go back to tell your great general that you want to take revenge, this is the only and best opportunity. ”

Only then did this person understand that the other party wanted to let him go and go back to report the news.

It's just that he doesn't understand why Xue Jian is doing this, aren't they Nanming reinforcements?

He couldn't think about it so much at the moment, it would be nice to be able to go back alive.

Without saying a word, the quicksand dead man jumped off the tower, mounted the fast horse, and headed straight north.

Two days later, the 50,000 army, which had already prepared for all the battles, watched a large number of men and horses come in the distance.

They were menacing, and although they were exhausted, they carried a monstrous resentment.

Xue Jian was standing on top of the city tower, and beside him, Princess Qinglian looked a little nervous.

The walls of this earthen city have been strengthened and transformed by tens of thousands of people, and in just a few days, they have been raised by seven or eight meters, and the four corners of the small city have also built round fortresses, and there are 8,000 people hiding in the fortress at this moment.

On the city wall, the armor soldiers are armed with bows and arrows, waiting for the battle.

The 10,000 remnants of the defeated army rushed to the city, and when they saw such a tight defense, their minds that were carried away by resentment became clearer.

The other side has an army of 50,000, and they are only 10,000, and they have just experienced a great defeat, and they have traveled hundreds of miles from a long distance, and they are already exhausted.

Thinking of this, many people suddenly retreated.

At this moment, a figure flew in the sky, suspended in the air above ten thousand people, his expression was gloomy, and he shouted angrily.

"Helian Chong, you deliberately delayed the fighter, you know what crime you should be guilty of!"

The words thundered like thunder and spread into the city, so that the soldiers on the city tower couldn't help but cover their ears with their hands, and their hearts were terrified.

Everyone's eyes fell on the middle-aged man flying in the air, and their hearts trembled.

This person is rumored to be the most powerful witch king in the Nanming Empire, and it is said that he has reached the level of a great witch, and even the great martial arts masters are afraid of him.

In the hearts of these soldiers, such a strong man is comparable to a god, and it is impossible to overcome it by numbers.

With the words of the Witch King, the momentum on the city tower was suddenly suppressed to a low point, and the 10,000 remnants of the defeated army plucked up confidence again.

With the Witch King here, why be afraid!

Xue Jian's expression was extremely heavy, his right foot stepped on it, and his toes continued to step on the air, and the whole person was like stepping on an invisible staircase, and he actually flew into the air, as if flying in the air.

He flew to the same height as the Witch King, looked at each other at eye level, and said lightly.

"The witch king is serious, and we were ordered to come to support, but we were attacked by horse thieves and bandits on the way, and hundreds of people were killed and wounded.

After investigation, it was learned that someone had leaked our march route map, and in order to ensure the safety of the soldiers, the last general ordered to be stationed here to exterminate the bandits. ”