War is always the most brutal strangulation machine, even if it has enough momentum and powerful strength as a backing, it still can't change the fact that the war has injured the enemy by 1,000 and suffered 800 self-losses, and more than half of the 5,800 sergeants were killed or wounded, especially the light cavalry and heavy cavalry that rushed forward first were almost wiped out, and most of the cultivators were injured, and as many as one-third of the troops were reduced.

The soldiers of the Wa Kingdom can give their lives at any time for the spirit of bushido that they believe in, but the stronger the cultivation, the higher the status of the Onmyoji and those cultivators under them understand the meaning of bushido too well, bushido is just a way for the empire to rule the people, they regard their lives as extremely noble, they have been using the army to crush the cultivators brought by the king before, and they understand the army's restraint on the cultivators, they are not those cultivators who have been strengthened and trained by the army, their main battlefield is still among a few people.

They wanted to leave, but some people didn't want them to leave like this, but their bodies involuntarily softened, and they didn't need to count the number of people, as long as the number was less than half of the establishment, they could be sure that they were disabled for the establishment, and the mortality rate of junior officers in a truly cruel war was much higher than that of ordinary sergeants, and he could not count them in detail in a short time.

The more than 1,000 ordinary sergeants left behind by the Japanese still ran away after all, and no one chased them at the top of their ranks.

"General!" the real general of this army stood respectfully in front of the boss, he was covered in blood, I don't know how many of them were from the enemy, and I don't know how much of it was from himself, and the only thing I could see was that the polished steel knife in his hand was slightly broken.

"As a general, he can take the lead, and he can be regarded as one of the apprentices I brought out! ”

The innkeeper was still standing in place and staring at the battlefield, his wife just accompanied him to look at the battle a few hundred meters away, her eyesight was good, and he had seen the tragic scene more than once, and even many times he was so frightened that he put his neck into his clothes, but he tilted his head and saw that the old man was still looking at this cruel battle with eyes that she did not recognize, almost indifferent, she did not hesitate to persevere, and now she did not tilt her head and spit it out, but she was just fighting for a breath.

The general's smile, which was still festive on his face, suddenly retracted, "Of the sixteen people, there are only me and the eldest and the sixth, and the others have already sacrificed their lives for the country." ”

"Look at your legs and stomach are still shaking, where is there still a little emperor [***] person, what is it like to be seen by his subordinates, and is there any general demeanor! Get out of here to eat meat and drink wine! Don't fucking wipe your tears here!"

When the tears were about to flow, they stopped them in their sockets. "Yes!"

"I know, don't get out of here!" the general ran to drink and eat meat with his subordinates, and his eyes were still drifting towards this side.

At this time, it was already half an hour at noon, and every household had put out their best wine and food, and they thought it was the last meal to eat, but they did not want to kill such an army in the middle of the road, so of course they regarded these prepared wine and food as a celebration feast.

"To die is to lose face and to suffer sin. Only this young woman saw her man in tears, seemingly arrogantly facing away from the whole town, but she didn't want to show her ugliness in the eyes of these soldiers. The woman was a typical knife-mouthed tofu heart, and took out a handkerchief and gently wiped it for her man.

"I'm a bastard who wants to die to save face and suffer crimes! Otherwise, something like that wouldn't have happened back then, don't you want to know who I was before, there shouldn't be too many secrets between husband and wife, today I will tell you everything, just like they called, I am their previous general, one of the generals with the most talent for commanding the army in the Wei Chi family for hundreds of years, Wei Chi Hongsheng!"

I heard the general say his name, but at this time, it was still a little unrealistic to hear him admit that she was still a little unrealistic, Wei Chi Hongsheng had indeed marched in this lawless area, and he was also the only general in Datang who had walked on this land, but for some reason he suddenly disappeared twenty years ago, and he actually came to this border town to be the most ordinary hotel owner.

"Hmph, these bastards really have a way to heaven, he doesn't go, hell has no way to break in, and it is better to leave their first army as a greeting gift. ”

Ever since the white-haired old man was injured for some reason, almost all the old men had taken care of him, and among the remaining people, this middle-aged man was the most capable, and his order was at least at the moment similar to that of the temporarily unconscious old man.

The group of people who were not in a good mood encountered a group of gas buckets that happened to appear, of course, they would not have any mood to stay in the air, this line of troops was not as hurried as the army, they were to walk in a state of total victory as much as possible, and they encountered the lost and depressed Japanese deserters, who were beheaded without even making any decent battles under the suppression of the super strong.

The battle was simple and fast, it only took two or three minutes to kill each other, two hundred against four hundred, the same cultivators, and the Japanese people didn't even have the ability to hurt these people.

"It's boring, these people don't look that powerful. ”

The weakness of the opponent did not bring the slightest joy to these people, although the anger in their hearts was slightly relieved, and they were more suspicious of his intelligence relatively speaking, and an army of more than 10,000 men twice as many as could no longer be matched by our men.

What kind of people are these people......

"Hold my vows, keep my heart, do my things, do my things, and be in ......hell forever by my commandments."

"Can hatred give me more and stronger strength?"

"Of course! Hatred is always the most powerful force, and the only thing that can keep me up for hundreds of years is eternal hatred in my heart, otherwise I would have gone to find a place to commit suicide for so long. ”

"But what does it matter?"

"Your body is the Nine-Crowned Red Spirit Serpent, and that pale green Neidan of yours should have been brought about by me, and I can let you find a way to use all of its power earlier, and it may lead you to a stronger path as a result, and hatred will guide you towards one goal after another. Avenge me, avenge yourself, and you will have the permanent power of the Avengers......"

There was an irresistible sense of charm in the voice of the Nine-Crowned Red Spirit Snake, but what made Zhao Yong feel uncontrollable the most was that power, three years was too short after all, Long Shao said that they were going to attack the Demon Domain, and then let the most powerful dragon clan bow their heads, this was an almost impossible thing to complete, but he could see hope in the few dragons, not that the hope was so slim, the most important thing was that he could almost conclude that these people would have no chance or heart to fight against those powerful beings for at least three years.

All he needs is time, even if it's shortened a little.

Serious illness requires fierce medicine, he can no longer endure such a peaceful speed, although his strength has improved rapidly, and their cultivation speed is already one of the fastest, but it still can't meet his needs, he needs to be stronger, only the way he was before.

"I do!"

"Then follow me well, I have already helped you transform your body when you were in that small pool, but your strength is not enough and it is not so obvious. Your poison pill is an unexpected joy, and I will do my best to help you control the inner pill in the lower dantian. ”

It is very common to sell one's soul for the sake of great power, but it is just to strengthen one's beliefs, and Zhao Yong really doesn't even have a little psychological pressure. The only thing he was thinking about now was how strong he could improve, whether this big snake was lying to him, why the exercises he gave seemed to be the most suitable for him, obviously he was only looking at part of his strength.

"Give me a good control of the strength and combat power of the poison pill, are you playing or are you doing!"

"Think about the hatred in your heart, you need great power, you need power that can control everything!"

......

The frantic roar frightened the little gray who seemed to have just realized it half to death, and his whole body was even weaker to climb on Zhao Yong's arm, as if he used this arm as his refuge.

The giant snake normalized Jiang Zhaoyong became indifferent, indifferent to himself, and even more indifferent to his opponents, and the little snake in his sleeve would obviously become the only soft place in his heart.