"Is this Shilaozi ghost weather, is it winter?"

"It's like this, you've been here for two months, haven't you gotten used to it?"

"I'm from Kyoto, how can I get used to it so quickly? Where is there like you who have been here for generations? ”

The soldiers were in the rear, panting and whispering as they hurried.

These trivial sounds reached Mengxia's ears, and he stopped them with a loud shout.

"Shut up, annoy you!"

Meng Xia yelled in disgust, and there was a sudden silence behind him.

The soldiers all bowed their heads and closed their mouths, but the priests froze, and one by one they all looked up at Mengxia from the wide hat of the priest's cloak, and looked carefully.

Meng Xia looked quite embarrassed when he found out that he had been misunderstood by the priest.

But now that he is a general, he can no longer bother to say anything to ease the atmosphere.

This is completely inconsistent with his image.

His commanders had all died in the war, and if they were lucky, they could still see their moving corpses. He was already a bit utilitarian, and wanted to rise from a commander to a general and lead the whole army. But now at this time of promotion, his heart is very uncomfortable.

It took a moment for the priests to realize that it was not them who roared, and continued to chant the scriptures in a whisper.

Despite the oddly low, hypnotic chanting tones accompanied by the gasps of hurrying away, the whole team was full of embarrassment.

Mengxia was very disgusted by the behavior of these priests, and he didn't know what these priests were doing at this time.

The puppet insects of the frontier are like evil creatures, multiplying almost everywhere. Where there are corpses, there are zombies, whether human or animal, and even insects can become vectors of infection. People are afraid to drink raw water or collect food resources anywhere, which makes people panic, and any headache and brain fever will wonder if they are infected by puppet worms. But despite this, there are still many soldiers who have been infected with puppet worms through unknown routes.

Overhead, Xiao Wuhua's special aircraft was constantly going back and forth. Wooden armor soldiers set up flying machines pour special alcohol into the gathered zombie lair, and then throw torches down. Each aircraft has a limited capacity, and with a few barrels of alcohol, each aircraft can only fit two Wooden Armorers.

The incineration forced the white nematodes in most of the zombies to emerge, but occasionally the corpses were seen running away from the fire. Everywhere you look, white nematodes bulging up on the ground, their slender bodies like threads roasted like sticky rice noodles under the flames, blending with the scorched earth.

In such a dangerous time, is it important to overkill the undead?

Why should the living haunt the land of the dead?

Thinking of this, he shook his head helplessly, then sighed, and dispersed into a white mist from his mouth.

He didn't want to lead these priests, and it could even be said that everyone in Wangjun Valley didn't want to take these priests to such a dangerous place.

But the priests went to ask Princess Luanshuang.

Luan Shuang holds the Holy Spirit Feather, which can make all the priests in the country, and even in the sacrifice to the heavens, they can override the imperial power and accept the supreme power sent by heaven. Now that she has inherited the tiger talisman given by Yun Han, plus the Southern Dynasty army given to her by the puppet emperor of the Southern Dynasty, she now seems to have a lot more authority than the Southern Dynasty Military Department Shangshu.

Reading is exciting, reading is wonderful!

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