After the battle, on the head of the city, no soldiers shouted long live this time, and the surviving soldiers looked around blankly, some of them rummaged for their broken arms like zombies in the sea of corpses and blood, and some gradually knelt on the ground, swaying and bowing to the sky, as if grateful to the gods for protecting themselves.

And some of them will be buried forever on this city, and they will be thrown into the fire with the alien race and the monsters, and in every great battle, the living will not only have to endure the separation of their flesh and blood, but also have to accept the pain of not being able to bury their relatives after the war.

A broken corpse was carried down from the city by the Imperial Northern Army, and for the barbarians, the Imperial Northern Army, who hated them very much, directly threw the corpses of these alien races from the city, and even the people in the city who were responsible for collecting the corpses did not want to touch the corpses of these barbarians more.

If it weren't for the fear of the outbreak of the plague, these people would probably have left the corpses of these barbarians here forever.

The deep pit that had been dug long ago was filled with the corpses of the barbarians and the leeches, and when sprinkled with gold juice, all it took was a torch to burn these bloodthirsty demons to ashes.

Night fell, there are some burly strong men in the city are walking towards the north gate in twos and threes, the man's eyes are cold, guarding the north gate of the imperial army, there are already soldiers shouting loudly, let these people identify themselves, just because of the barbarian retreat and relaxed soldiers, suddenly nervous again.

These big men are burly, carrying strange weapons on their backs, their eyes are light and restrained, this is obviously some monks who are not weak, the man can't help but clench the long sword in his hand, although he has never heard of a Zhongzhou people taking refuge in the barbarians, but today's foreign race that drinks blood has brought him too much impact, if these people intend to break through the north gate and let those barbarians enter the city, he will not feel strange.

"Report, my lord, these people said that they had been ordered by the marshal to come to help defend the city" A soldier who had asked these strong men turned around and came to report, but the soldier's words did not dispel the doubts in his heart, he waved his hand and transferred a blood-clothed team, surrounded these monks who were not weak in cultivation, set up their spears, and wound their bows and crossbows.

The group of strong men was obviously agitated, some shouted loudly, they were here to guard the head of the family, and some people looked at the soldiers around them with unkind expressions, and their eyes were full of coldness.

Fast horses, the guards of the Zodiac on their horses, coming from the south of the city, the crowd couldn't help but make way for these soldiers, the marshal of the Gandhara, the highest commander of the Northwest Army, the Devil Heaven returned, the Devil on the tall horse looked a little haggard, he turned over and dismounted, and the soldiers of the Imperial Northern Army guarding the north gate knelt on the ground, shouting in unison: "Commander"

Without saying a word, he walked quickly to the head of the city surrounded by the guards, and the broken corpses still on the city wall silently told him about the tragic situation of the battle just now.

The man hesitated for a long time, but still felt that he had something to report to the marshal, those warriors hidden under the iron armor were actually not barbarians.

"Marshal" he walked behind him and saluted respectfully.

Xiao Shatian was half-squatting on the ground at the moment, holding a helmet that had been split in half, he looked at the armor with a solemn expression, and then stood up for a while, turned his head to look at the man, and said with relief: "Hou Gao, you can stay here when I am not there, very good, really good."

"The marshal has won the award, and the subordinate is just doing his duty, if it weren't for your earlier arrangement, without the desperate service of the brothers, I'm afraid this Pingwumen would have been lost a long time ago," the man named Hou Gao said with his fists cupped.

"You don't have to be humble, Han Yuqin, Zhao Junsheng and you Wei Hou Gao are adding......" Crossbow Shatian paused here when he said this, Wei Hou Gao knew who the person who was not said by the Yu Shatian General, Qi Fenghai, the man with the physique of the Wood Emperor, who had once surpassed the three of them, and was the man with the most hope of becoming a major general of the empire.

It's just that he heard that the promising Qi Overseer seemed to be crazy, and he seemed to be stupid, at that time, the barbarians were about to attack, and he was busy leading his brothers to guard against the barbarians, and he didn't pay attention to the rumors, and now looking at the reaction of this handsome, Qi Fenghai is likely to have an accident.

Hou Gao sighed secretly, Qi Fenghai is still very competent as an overseer, but in such a big war related to the survival of the empire, he actually disappeared, even if the next few battles were won, the barbarians were driven back to the reckless land, and the whole of the Imperial Northern Army would be rewarded by His Majesty for this, but Qi Fenghai was afraid that it would be difficult to return to the position of the overseer.

The head of the city is silent, and there are occasionally a few weak wails outside the city echoing in the twilight, the barbarians will not treat the wounded soldiers, and Hou Gao, who heard the sound of those remnants in his ears, felt a sour feeling in his heart for some reason, he was ruthless during the battle, and it was difficult to do that iron-hearted after the battle, even if he regarded the barbarians as animals, he couldn't stand the sad cry.

"Give them a good time," he said, glancing out of the city, in a flat tone.

Hou Gao was slightly stunned, and bowed deeply, he didn't know why, he was a little grateful, he specially instructed his soldiers to select some alert soldiers to go out of the city, and repeatedly told them to be careful, until he saw that Xiao Shatian had walked down the city, he hurriedly chased after him.

"Marshal" Hou Gao shouted urgently.

One of the guards who was walking at the end of the line turned around and gave him a military salute: "Lord Hou, it took a lot of True Yuan for the marshal to open the Nine Shadows just now, if you don't have anything important, don't disturb the marshal" The guard who stood in front of him whispered.

"What are you kid stopping him for, let him come over," said the horse, who was already on the horse, reining in the reins of the horse, and the guards were all orphans adopted by him, whom he had always called children.

The guard reluctantly moved out of the way, and Hou Gao smiled apologetically at the young soldier, he didn't know if what he was going to mention to the young man was an important matter, but if he didn't say it, he always felt uneasy.

Under the iron armor, the black pupils, the long black hair, the same skin color as the Gandhara people, after the war, he also repeatedly rummaged through other corpses, the barbarians in the iron armor, they are clearly Middle-earth, but they belong to a lowly people.

He told his marshal all this, but the man on the war horse did not have a trace of surprise after hearing it.

Hou Gao stared at Xiao Shatian silently, and after a while, he heard a sentence from the mouth of the supreme commander of the Northwest Army, "Hou Gao, come with me."

"Then ...... here" Hou Gao couldn't help but be a little worried, the other two banner masters were guarding the east and west gates, if the Pingwu Gate didn't have him at this moment, in case the barbarians attacked by the night......

Xiao Shatian's voice was a little hoarse, and he shook his head slowly: "No, the Nine Shadows are the most powerful at night, and the next attack of the barbarians will be until dawn at the earliest."

The words of the terrible sky set off a monstrous wave in Hou Gao's heart, he almost screamed out loud, the eyes of the tens of thousands of imperial northern troops on the city stopped him, at the beginning of the war, the soldiers in the army felt the abnormality of the barbarians, but at that time, both sides were fighting to the death, and many people did not think about it carefully and became the unjust soul of the barbarians.

At this time, the barbarian offensive has stopped, and the soldiers who have survived the catastrophe will surely remember this, the iron-clad barbarians, the towering arrow towers that are high in the city, the iron-covered carts, and the brutal cannibalistic blood leeches, all of which show the difference between these barbarians.

When the people were panicked, he did not dare to have a half-hearted loss in front of these soldiers, and after he rode a war horse brought by a personal guard, he followed the evil sky to the city.

What reverberated in the night sky was the military order he shouted when he left, "Alert", and the city's own flag envoys and wing commanders loyally carried out his general order, but this night was destined to be a sleepless night.

Just when the city of Wuruo was quiet again, in the male city built by the Gandhara people, in a courtyard in the northwest corner, Wu Jiuxian was pacing back and forth in the small courtyard restlessly, outside a closed wooden door, standing on the left and right was the iron-faced Nangong Evil, and the Nie Zhucheng who was shaking his head with a wry smile.

And the groom Tao Yong was saying hello to the beautiful woman at one end of the courtyard with an apologetic face, but the short boy next to the woman seemed to hate Tao Yong's overtures, and was squinting his small eyes slightly, looking at Tao Yong coldly.

"Fang'er, you open the door" Nangong Xie raised his fist angrily, but as a wing commander, he seemed to be very afraid of the wooden door, and the raised fist was raised again and again, but he didn't dare to fall at the wooden door.

Not long ago, he and Nie Zhucheng had just fed Zi Nanli a healing elixir, and at this time, he was supposed to transport blood for Zi Nanli's palace, so that the medicine could work earlier, but Fang'er, who had not appeared for a long time, broke in at this time.

Fang'er, who has always been clever and smiling, is like Aoxue blooming angrily this time, with a face like a white plum without a trace of expression, which is cold and chilling.

"What's wrong with this scoundrel?" Fang'er asked in a cold tone, as if it was an insignificant person lying on that bed.

Nie Zhucheng moved down slightly, blocking between Fang'er and Zi Nanli.

Nangong Xie, who didn't notice the abnormality of Nie Zhucheng, smiled at Fang'er: "It's okay, my lord, he is just a little uncomfortable, and the two of us have nothing else to do, we just want to guard the adults here, Miss Fang'er, I'm afraid I have to wronged you tonight......"

Nangong Xie still said with a smile on his face, but the maid named Fang'er blocked back his words with one look, that look was extremely cold, Nangong Xie had only seen it in the eyes of those veterans of a hundred battles,

That is a kind of indifference that only people who crawl out of the sea of blood can have, and human life, in the eyes of these people, is just a wisp of grass.

"Uncomfortable?" Fang'er repeated this sentence in a low voice, her tone still so cold.

Nangong Xie slowly stood beside Nie Zhucheng, and the two of them stared at the woman in front of them like a great enemy, obviously the woman under the white and yellow silk skirt of the moon was so beautiful and moving.

"Go out" Fang'er said coldly, two simple words, which seemed to have an irresistible meaning.

"She's going to dance," Nangong Xie's mind flashed the words that Zhuo Qianfan had said to him at the beginning.

Such a woman, he and Nie Zhicheng are also invincible, he was about to say two good words, but Fang'er refused to give him a chance to open his mouth.

As soon as the seemingly weak woman's long sleeves danced, the two winged leaders who had transformed into a realm flew out sideways and fell in the courtyard on all fours.

The heavy closing of the wooden door stopped him and Nie Zhucheng outside the house.