The women's procession marched into the main city.

The moment he passed through the city gate, Yunhe had a feeling of being in a different world. She remembered the last time she had returned triumphantly with her sisters, and how similar the scene was to what she was looking for.

Dozens of priests begin the ceremony, wearing garlands on their heads, singing and dancing, playing flutes and drums, holding bamboo baskets to their waists with one hand and scattering fresh flower petals into the air with the other.

They were followed by 1,600 veterans who had just been baptized in battle, and one after another phalanx of 100 men marched down the streets towards Temple Square. They walked neatly, their eyes were determined, and they exuded a sweeping confidence from head to toe.

The streets are flanked by order-keeping warriors of the city's defense regiments, lined up among the totems of victory, spears in hand, heads held high, wheat-colored skin beaded with sweat glistening in the sun.

In front of the samurai was a slave. The men humbly prostrate themselves with their ears bowed, their abdomen pressed against their thighs, their elbows pressed against their knees, and their heads pounding on the bluestone of the ground, showing their respect for the conqueror.

Behind the samurai was a sea of joy.

"Well played! Sisters! ”

"Well done! We win! ”

"May the Lord God bless you!"

"Victory! Victory! Glory! Glory! ”

The women waved their arms and smiles were on their faces. They were excited, they were excited, they cheered, they showed their feelings in the most simple way, and they welcomed their returning sisters.

Yunhe craned his neck, wanting to see what the red cuckoo in front of her was looking at at the moment, and whether he would be as complacent as she was, smiling like her. But her chief never looked back, and looked at her as she wished. All she could see was a silent back, as if something had lost its life.

She's not the same as she used to be.

Yunhe heard the sound behind him change, and the onlookers began to curse and mock, sighs instead of cheers, provocations instead of admiration, bursts of harshness.

"How's it going? Bed bugs, do you want to accept it? ”

"Come on, come here! Sister is standing here, stabbing her with your short spear! ”

"What are you ashamed of? Bed bugs, do you dare to raise your head? ”

"Don't be sad, little thing. Sister will come to hurt you at night! ”

The women threw stones and rotten fruits, venting their hatred uncontrollably.

This is what the awakened often say about success and defeat, Yunhe said in his heart. These men responded to the call of the Lord God and went to battle, only to be defeated and captured, far from their homeland, and exiled to a foreign land where they were humiliated. They gave up their glory and their dignity as human beings to live. At that moment, they chose to be dogs, to be women's dogs.

Yunhe felt some sympathy for the captives behind her, but she immediately remembered that the man named Bamboo Pole was also among them, and her pity immediately turned into hatred.

The last to enter the city were 500 female slaves rescued from the hands of men, some of whom were originally Yunhe's comrades-in-arms, and the rest were from other women's countries. After their spiritual shackles were lifted by the priests, their feelings for their original owners quickly turned from love to hate, and the desire for revenge drove these slaves to swear allegiance to Du Yun and become a new force under the commander's command.

Soon, the whole procession gathered in front of the temple, and the city defense regiment removed the blockade of the street, and the crowd immediately poured into the square. Viewed from above, the center of the main city is black. Except for the solemn women and the kneeling captives, there was a wriggling flesh yellow everywhere.

The horn sounded, and the high priest walked out of the temple gate and appeared on the high platform at the end of the stairs, and there was a boiling all around.

Zhu Ying waited for a moment, and only raised his hands after the sound wave crossed the apex, and the crowd immediately fell silent, and the square was silent.

"My dear sisters." The high priest spoke. Her retinue amplified her voice with her abilities, spreading to every corner of the main city. "Today, we are gathered here to witness our warriors, in order to atone for our sins, to please our Lord God, to step into the Promised Land for our lifetime, and to fight to the death in the battle of divine will. Witness their blood and courage win another victory for us! Another glory! ”

"Victory! Glory! The crowd roared loudly and resounded through the sky.

The high priest's next words, Yun He didn't listen to a word. Her mind went back to the night a few days ago, when the walls had risen again.

When the red cuckoo led the people into the woods, Yunhe didn't feel that there was anything to worry about their safety. The target is nothing more than a newly awakened single-tier being, and isolated. Here are five second-order samurai, one single-order samurai, and one single-order priest. Not to mention the strength of the red juan, who is second only to the captain, just the long who can shoot stone arrows a kilometer away, in her opinion, is enough to suppress the opponent's resistance. The only concern for the crane is that the area of the forest to be searched is too large, and there are too few people to search, so it may take a long time to track down the target.

After arranging the night shift of the receiving group, Yunhe fell asleep. Three hours later, a samurai woke her up and said that they had telepathically contacted the red cuckoo and had received good news and bad news, the good news was that the man named Bamboo Pole had been caught.

The bad news is that only one of the seven women in the action group has returned.

"Look, the show is about to begin."

Yun He looked up when he heard the sound and saw that the four personal warriors directly under the high priest were in groups of two, escorting a man to climb the steps of the temple. The sacrifice walked peacefully, and it seemed that he had resigned himself to his fate.

"Bad luck guy. Originally, it wasn't him who was chosen, but the previous one somehow caught up with your captain and exchanged what she wanted to know, so this one was replaced and became the one who was shot. ”

Your captain? Yunhe couldn't help but glance at the woman beside him a few more times, "How do you know?" She asked quietly.

"I just know that Bao Inquiring is my nickname." The woman laughed, she had a delicate, tireless face, a slender figure, and full breasts. "Fang Yi, four regiments and five teams, a second-order warrior."

She is an awakened person, "Xinghui, my name is Yunhe. Three regiments and six teams, single-rank samurai. ”

"The one in front of you, with a bone knife pinned to his ass, is that your chief? I heard that she caught a very powerful guy by herself, is there such a thing? ”

"He's not great, he's just lucky." Yunhe said indignantly. If I could, I would like him to be the man who went to the altar.

"Why? Why is this happening? He's obviously only a single order. ”

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I was too careless."

"I'll kill you! Bedbug! ”

"Stop! Have you forgotten the captain's orders? After capturing him alive, he can only be handed over to the captain to send down, he is the captain's! ”

"But the captain is on the other side of the wall now, what if the wall doesn't disappear in three months? Are we going to wait a year for her to take revenge? ”

"Then we must wait, we must carry out her orders. Remember, he must live until the day when the captain returns or dies. Don't let the Grey Falcon and the Green Parrot bleed their blood in vain. ”

It seems that she has changed from that time on, and she is not the same as before.

The horn sounded again, pulling Yunhe back to reality. The sacrifice was already in place, but when the high priest motioned for him to lie down on the altar, the man suddenly mustered up all his strength and shouted something into the square, and a samurai immediately knocked him down with a spear, and the rest of the high priest's men pounced on him, and pressed him to the altar and tied him up.

Yunhe was too far away to hear what the man was shouting, and looking at the commotion near the temple, she probably wouldn't be what the women wanted to hear.

"Come on, you, and show you how a real man dies." Fang Yi repeated, and then attached his own comment: "Tsk, I can't imagine it's a hard bone."

"Can you hear me? Is this your ability? Yunhe was surprised.

"Pretty much." Fang Yi shrugged, "Look, look, the high priest is about to make a move." Wow! She pricked down, pricked down! ”

There was a thunderous cheer in the square, and the two joined in with their voices pulled. At this moment, Yunhe desperately hoped that the little figure in the distance was lifted up by the heart of the bamboo pole.