Just as Lin Zhengyang was trying to gather the remnants of the defeated army and beckoning the reincarnation army to block the city, in the large camp outside the city, Ah Gu laid down his horse to trim, took off his armor, and rested in a camp tent.

This was originally one of the camps where the army was stationed before, and the barracks that originally housed nearly tens of thousands of people lived in it were only guarded by thousands of auxiliaries at this time, which naturally seemed very empty.

Since ancient times, when the army marched, there must be auxiliary soldiers, farmers, and even some teams that are not very disciplined, there will be military prostitutes, small merchants, etc., and everywhere they go, they will become a market.

Before going completely south, the Hu army of Agu beat them, and every time they went out, they needed more than twice as many auxiliary soldiers to accompany them, and drove thousands of cattle and sheep to accompany the army on the grassland.

This time to attack Shudi, he only brought 30,000 Hu cavalry, the rest are local surrendered soldiers, used as cannon fodder, but the battle of the army is about 55,000, the rest are all some auxiliaries, farmers, so known as 100,000 troops, come to attack the city.

Among the real elites, only the 30,000 Hu soldiers are his mother clan and the tribal warriors he subdued, and it is also the capital of his thousands of miles to fight.

Therefore, he also cherished it very much, and handed over all difficult things and things to death to the southerner army to do, so that in the previous siege, there was not much loss in total.

At this time, in the tent, there were dozens of beautifully dressed Nanren girls, all of them were fair-skinned and beautiful, with beautiful colors, and their words and deeds were very different from ordinary folk vulgar women, all of which were collected by his subordinates from Yizhou.

At this moment, these originally pampered ladies have to accompany them carefully, bending their hearts to welcome, beating their backs and pinching their shoulders, serving tea and water, and not daring to disobey at all.

The lives of the relatives behind them were all in the palm of the Huren prince in front of them, and they couldn't help but be unsatisfied········ But the slightest disobedience is to reduce the clan to slavery.

Ah Guda comfortably enjoyed the knee pillow of a girl in purple, while a bright-eyed girl next to her carefully handed over fruit.

Squinting with satisfaction, he took a rare nap.

The siege lasted for half a month, and he was actually under deep pressure all the time.

Even if he rested, he was lying in his clothes, and he didn't dare to take off even a heavy and stuffy armor.

In this case, the quality of the hibernation can be imagined.

In the midst of war, the situation is ever-changing, and no matter how well you plan in advance, you can inadvertently capsize.

If you fail, you may end up in a life and death situation.

Especially when you have tens of thousands of lives on your shoulders, a single decision can lead to victory or defeat, and that pressure is magnified hundreds of times over·······

Those who are not really on the front line will never be able to understand the mind of a general who is truly in the fog of such a battle.

The entire army, on the battlefield, may face war at any time, from the commander to the small soldiers, has accumulated considerable pressure and negative emotions.

This is also why once the city is broken, it is inevitable that there will be adultery and plunder.

Without him, it is nothing more than to relieve this excessive pressure through killing, robbery, conquest, adultery, and so on.

By the time the city was broken, tens of thousands of troops poured in from the breach.

Ascending to the heights and looking into the distance, the shouts of killing in the city gradually subsided, but the fires began to appear sporadically in various places, and he knew that his own army was carrying out the order to slaughter the city, and the victory was decided.

So, just as the morning light was approaching, he left behind the group of monks and Taoists and followed his own soldiers back to the camp.

The nerve strings that had been tense for half a month were relaxed as soon as they relaxed, and suddenly a sense of exhaustion emerged like a tide.

There was a fight between the upper and lower eyelids, and soon he fell into a deep sleep.

After a while, the snoring was like thunder.

In his sleep, in a daze, he seemed to have come to a battlefield.

There were bloody corpses everywhere, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Weapons scattered all over the mountains and fields.

Blood stained the dirt red, and the low-lying areas pooled into streams.

The air was full of unpleasant smell of blood, mixed with all kinds of unpleasant stench.

It's a familiar taste of the battlefield······

In the distance, there were bursts of shouts and killings, and the sound of horses' hooves was endless.

In the gray mist, he was in a daze, as if he were riding a horse.

There are also knights with him, but they don't really look real, and they don't look like they are real.

I don't know what I'm going to do or what I'm doing, I just take care of myself and habitually ride a horse.

Aguta skillfully rode his horse through several battlefields.

The scene in front of me was vague and uncertain, changed several times, and in a trance, it seemed to be back in the grassland.

On the grassland, he was separated from the team, and countless hideous ghosts gradually gathered around him.

They died miserably, dragging their mutilated bodies, their clothes stained with blood, and they all looked at them with resentment.

Dense, all over the mountains.

Frightened, he immediately threw his horse away.

However, no matter how far you run, all kinds of ghosts are endless.

"Give me my life!"

"I hate it!"

"Come and stay with me!"

How many people died because of him in his lifetime?

At present, all of them have turned into life-seeking ghosts, and they are entangled.

At this time, for some reason, he only felt fear, and in a panic, he only knew how to beat the horse and escape.

I don't know how long I escaped, but the ghosts gathered around me became more and more tightly surrounded··········

Finally, he was accidentally pulled off his horse by a miserable female ghost and fell heavily to the ground.

Then, thousands of goblins pounced on him and tore his flesh piece by piece·······

"Ahh

"Ha-ha-"

Inside the big tent, Ah Gu was sweating profusely, waking up from his dream, gasping and doubting.

The scene in the dream where he was bitten to death by ten thousand ghosts was too realistic, and even he, a general who was used to seeing dead people, could hardly accept it.

"Why did you suddenly have such a dream?"

In the big tent, the maids had already withdrawn, and he was the only one left, facing the empty tent.

A little irritable in his heart, and faintly feeling that something was wrong, Ah Guda opened the tent and walked out.

As soon as Fang came out of the tent, a cold wind hit, blowing his body and shivering.

Just as he was about to retreat, he heard a "click" again.

But not far away, a handsome flag was broken by the strong wind, and the flag fell down with a sharp bamboo pole.

"Boom", he was grazing the tip of his nose and slammed it on the ground, almost cutting off half of his head.

Ah Guda broke out in a cold sweat, and then he was furious.

······· for yourself I almost died inexplicably!

However, there was no one around to vent his anger.

The mood is even more irritable, and I feel that everything is not going well.

At this moment, where he couldn't perceive, in the purple-black qi pillar that belonged to him on the top, a drastic change had occurred.

A black dragon, attacked by white light from time to time in the distance, covered in blood and with scattered scales.

The four claws that had been born had been cut off three of them at the moment, and the only one was also bloody.

At the wound, wisps of cloud qi continued to leak out, escaping outside, heading into the distance.

The purple-black air column, which was originally a hundred feet high, gradually tilted and continued to decline at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It is less than three-quarters of what it used to be.

The clouds above were scattered, red, yellow, and white clouds were scattered and mixed, as if they had been disturbed.

The body was originally protected by a heavy umbrella-like cloud qi, but at this moment, it had all dispersed, and only a thin layer of cyan canopy remained.

Even with this layer of umbrella cover, the skeleton is a little scattered, with a few gaps, and from time to time there is still green qi escaping.

It's just that there is a trace of green qi from the void from time to time, slowing down the speed at which this layer of umbrella cover disappears.

But the speed of making up for it is obviously far less than the speed at which the gas is lost.

Outside the slightest trace of green energy, there are dense white-gray villains, the number of which is more than 100,000!

Each of them was a miniature human form, all of them with hideous, resentful faces, and a faint glow of blood.

From a distance, there is a mass of blood, gradually polluting the clouds and corroding the talisman auspicious qi, wanting to pounce into him and take revenge.