The people and the Qingzhou soldiers joined hands to bury hundreds of corpses under the soil of trees for ten years.

According to the Qingzhou Army, the forest will be renamed as:

Tree burial woodland!

At this time, the remains of four or five hundred Loulan soldiers have been buried under the tree, and it can be completed in half an hour at most.

"The strength of Qingzhou soldiers comes from flowers and trees, and it will eventually return to nature, which is part of the cycle of life and death."

Jiang Chen turned his head, looked at Feng Lebin, who had known him for several months, and said with a smile:

"Abin, this is the first time you held the Qingyang ceremony, you told me personally, right?"

Feng Lebin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with inexplicable emotion:

"At that time, you were just a waste picker, and your name was unknown."

"Who would have thought that a few months later, he would soar into the sky, soar into the sky, and become the captain of our 18th battalion in Qingzhou?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Chen's mouth:

"It's just a matter of luck."

Feng Lebin choked in his throat, and he didn't have a good breath:

"How can you, like my father, say that you are just lucky after a successful career?"

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes and said:

"Then you call me Daddy?"

Feng Lebin spoke quickly:

"Son."

"Well, it's really ......", Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth twitched, and he stared at Feng Lebin coldly: "What did you just say?" ”

"I didn't say anything!"

Feng Lebin smiled, and was about to run away, but he heard Jiang Chen's cold order like a ghost in the underworld:

"Lord Feng Wubai, the body of Qingzhou Pao Ze is very important, you need to be carefully transported, you are more experienced, go and help."

"Yes, General......"

Feng Lebin had a bitter face and silently joined the team carrying the remains of Qingzhou soldiers.

Looking at Feng Lebin's distant back, the corners of Jiang Chen's mouth rose slightly, and he was in a very happy mood.

In front of ordinary soldiers, he needs to maintain his majesty.

But some old friends who met at the end of the day can make a little joke, otherwise...... Life is too boring.

Soon.

The remains of 435 Qingzhou soldiers were all buried deep under the soil of the roots of the green trees.

Only 500 corpses of Loulan soldiers were left, and it was completed.

Not far away, the captured 2,000 Loulan foot soldiers, seeing that many of their comrades had been reduced to ritual materials, they couldn't help but feel sad about the death of rabbits and foxes, and they showed sad expressions.

Jiang Chen sneered and silently glanced at the area where the prisoners of war were located.

Several surviving Loulan centurions were making eye contact, trying to take advantage of the busy Qingzhou soldiers to flee with a few cronies.

The Loulan military system copied almost all of David, but slightly modified a few words, such as "Captain Wufu", "Shifu Chief", "Fifty Captain", and "Centurion".

So.

These Loulan centurions were not only the rank of soldiers, but also the leaders of hundreds of soldiers.

"Idiot!"

Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he didn't stop it, but just watched coldly, silently counting the people who had strong feelings of resistance.

"Rush!"

With a roar, a certain Loulan centurion broke free from the rope, twisted his shoulders quickly, and slammed into the Qingzhou soldier beside him-Martial Technique: Tieshan!

However.

Before he could successfully capture the blade, Jiang Chen had already looked at him coldly with an indifferent and playful look, holding his bow like a full moon, and shooting arrows in a row!

Stop!

Arrows pierce the skull, brains splash!

One arrow after another misses, and shoots out!

Jiang Chen raised his bow coldly, and killed almost all of the more than 20 Loulan soldiers who had the strongest resistance and successfully suppressed the rebellion.

There is only one sergeant-rank warlord, who seems to have a little Loulan royal blood, and escaped with the "Imperial Decree: Royal Power".

Rao is like this, this pot-bellied royal overseer was also bruised by the arrow, and his face was covered with blood, looking very miserable.

He stared at Jiang Chen with resentful eyes and roared angrily:

"Damn!"

"You damned Eastern barbarians, I curse your soul to fall to the bottom of the Peacock River forever after death, and be with the sludge forever!"

The silt at the bottom of the Peacock River is extremely fishy and disgusting.

Therefore, what he said was the most vicious curse in Loulan.

"It seems that I am too kind."

Jiang Chen's smile gradually disappeared, he turned his head, looked at the two thousand floor Lan Shi Pawn present with cold eyes, and said:

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"Identify one another, and those who have attained the rank of centurion, or of royal blood, all of them."

"If there is any concealment, the method of sitting together, and all the surrounding soldiers will be killed!"

Hear this.

Many Loulan soldiers were frightened and hurriedly raised their fingers to recognize.

Soon.

Fifteen sturdy Loulan centurions, as well as twenty-seven royal bloodlines were found out, plus the royal overseer, a total of forty-three.

Everyone was interrupted by Xiao Wu himself.

Jiang Chen turned over and got off the back of the ox, grabbed the clothes of a prisoner, pulled him in front of a certain Loulan centurion, handed him a short blade, and said coldly:

"Come on, stab him!"

"No, I don't dare ......"

The captive's face was full of fear, and he didn't dare to attack the Loulan centurion in front of him at all, and even got angry in his heart, took a short knife, and stabbed Jiang Chen in front of him with hatred.

The next moment!

Blood Splash!

The captive rolled on the ground several times with an unwilling head.

Jiang Chen held a short knife in his hand and stared coldly at the crowd:

"Next."

has a precedent of falling to the ground, and the second Loulan soldier is much more well-behaved.

He cautiously picked up the sharp blade and stabbed it into the waist and kidney of the royal overseer, and even pierced it several times, somewhat with personal grudges.

The royal overseer spat blood from his mouth and cursed in disgust:

"The son of a bitch raised it, but she played with your wife'......"

Before he finished speaking, the captive's eyes flashed with anger, and he actually held the sharp blade, stabbed deep upward along the flesh and blood of the abdomen, and stabbed it all the way to the heart, and saw that he would not survive.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly:

"Congratulations, you have the qualifications to live."

The captive tugged at the corners of his mouth and laughed miserably.

According to the law of Loulan, the only way to harm the royal blood is the death penalty, so it is impossible for him to return to Loulan.

He silently walked into the crowd, languishing, as if he had been drained of his energy.

Subsequently.

Hundreds of Loulan soldiers have taken short knives and stabbed them everywhere in the body of centurion or royal blood.

In the process, there have been more than a dozen riots.

However, under Jiang Chen's strong force, all the rioters died, reduced to the corpses of fresh soldiers, and sent to the tree burial woodland.

Ultimately.

Forty-three people of high status in Loulan all died.

The total number of corpses in the tree burial forest has increased to about 1,800, but 1,400 of them are Loulan soldiers, not grass and trees, and the transformation efficiency is slightly lower, and it is estimated that the actual transformation of spiritual power is enough for 1,300 soldiers at most.

Seeing that the task of digging the hole was completed, the people took the initiative to lift all kinds of heavy objects and show their strength to the examiners Fan Liangshan, Feng Lebin, and Gongsun Hu.

Due to the urgency of time, there are some indiscriminate people.

Jiang Chen was indifferent to this, and when those corpses came back to life, these indiscriminate people would definitely regret it.

These assessments have never been an obstacle, just to improve the survival rate of the Qingyang Ritual......

He turned his head and asked Xiao Wu:

"In the eighteenth battalion, how many people have reached the conditions of Qingzhou fighters?"

Xiao Wu replied honestly:

"Including me and Gongsun Hu, there are thirty-four in total."

Jiang Chen silently calculated:

"After months of expeditions, there were many casualties, even when I was promoted to a hundred generals, the Qingyang ceremony was held, and twenty Qingzhou fighters were replenished."

"But at the moment, there are twenty-two people, and four hundred general positions are vacant."

"But ......"

Jiang Chen's eyes flickered, and he quickly calculated in his heart:

"If you increase the number of Qingzhou soldiers by another thousand, you need to consume a thousand corpses, and seventeen Qingzhou fighters need to consume three hundred and forty corpses."

"It's over-the-top."

But after thinking about it, Jiang Chen looked at those people who were eager to try, as well as some people who were indiscriminate.

They aspire to have otherworldly powers and become human beings, but in the process of "Ritual: Qingyang", there will inevitably be failure and death.

"So ......"

"Barely enough!"

"The number of new pawns accounts for too high, and it's not a good thing, just a moderate amount, those Qingzhou veterans are the real core combat power!"

Jiang Chen agreed in his heart that he would order the most reliable Xiao Wu to summon fifteen Qingzhou veterans to come.

Meanwhile.

Fan Liangshan, Feng Lebin and Gongsun Hu, the three examiners, walked over to Jiang Chen and said that they had been roughly selected, a total of 1,000 people.

The rest of the people and the Loulan soldiers have also been driven away and are strictly guarded by the Qingzhou army.

You're all set!

The Qingyang ceremony is about to begin!

…………

Tree burial in woodland.

Under the soil of thousands of ten-year-old trees, the corpses of Qingzhou soldiers and Loulan infantry soldiers are buried deeply, and the soil is oozing with blood, which looks a little ghostly.

Military Judge Feng Quan led a thousand people and seventeen Qingzhou fighters to walk quickly into the cold forest, and then everyone knelt down on one knee and said sincerely in unison:

"Respectfully Qingzhou heroes!"

As soon as the words fell.

The recent hundred-hundred-year-old trees trembled suddenly, and a trace of blue-green spiritual power poured into the depths of the soil along the roots of the trunks, among the remains of Qingzhou soldiers.

The next moment!

A miserable white palm, barely bursting out of the dirt, followed by the whole corpse arm, head, another arm, body, lower limbs......

His eyes flashed with the blood-red soul light unique to the undead, and the moment he turned his head to look at the many people, his eyes flashed with a fierce light of hatred for the living beings.

"Roar!"

A Qingzhou dead roared, a group of Qingzhou dead soldiers roared, overwhelming, like a raging tide, it looked extremely terrifying!

Suddenly.

More than a dozen people were scared to pee their pants, or trembling and wanted to escape.

None of them expected that the holding of the "Ceremony: Qingyang" would be so terrifying that they would have to deal with such a field, and it was not a human being!

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine to take in the world, so they have to stay and shrink at the back of the line.

The last time the ceremony was held, Xiao Wu was just a lowly man, protected by twenty Qingzhou veterans.

But this time, the identity was reversed, and Xiao Wu became a shelterer.

Xiao Wu secretly sweared:

"I can be where I am today because of the recognition and trust of the leader."

"Today, we must not fail to live up to the opportunity that the leader has rewarded."

"This time, I will do my best, not only to promote myself to Qingzhou fighters, but also to help those people to be promoted smoothly!"

After saying that-

"Boom!"

Draw the knife, decapitate, and do it in one go!

Xiao Wu held the long knife and killed the two most vicious Qingzhou soldiers one after another, and then gave the remaining one thinner Qingzhou soldier to a brave man with a strong fighting spirit.

"Fuck you!"

The man had not read a book, and he could dispel the fear in his heart, and while swearing, he held a spear and pierced it.

Puff –

Pierce the heart and back!

The first Qingzhou died and died again.

The successful eucalyptus example has given confidence to those who come after it.

Soon.

More than 100 Qingzhou dead died.

Twenty or thirty people successfully knocked down two Qingzhou dead soldiers and reached the standard of the promotion ceremony.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Four hundred and thirty-five Qingzhou dead soldiers, all of them recovered, and then died.

In the process, most of the people suffered only minor injuries.

But then—

It's the real dangerous time!

The object they want to resurrect is no longer the relatively gentle Qingzhou dead, but the former enemy, once resurrected, the attack will be extremely fierce!

Feng Quan took out a soul bead from his arms, blatantly crushed it, and then repeatedly humiliated more than 100 ten-year trees with a momentum almost like a shrew scolding the street.

Soon.

More than 100 Loulan died, with a strong sense of hatred, and was resurrected.

Seeing such a scene, Jiang Chen couldn't help laughing:

"Good guy, scolding the dead is also a kind of ability!"

After the death of Loulan appeared, in just twenty or thirty breaths, everyone saw the first case of the death of a people's husband.

A young man who seemed to be strong but was actually a virtual shelf, was gnawed by Loulan's dead soldiers, wailing, and dying in despair......

Jiang Chen remembers it very clearly.

This dead folk man is just a promiscuous person, and when he sees that none of the others have failed, he can't help himself to challenge the seemingly weak Loulan pawn.

Result –

Unfortunately, he died.

The first failed case frightened away all the indiscriminate ones, and dozens of people turned around in fear and fled, running away from the forest.

However.

Jiang Chen rode the old green ox, and with an expressionless face, he slashed a knife qi on the ground outside the forest, cutting a ravine nearly ten zhang long, and said coldly:

"Only Qingzhou soldiers can come out of the tree burial woodland alive."

A word scared off dozens of people.

It also gave birth to the belief of fighting to the death in the hearts of the vast majority of people, and everyone's actions and offensive methods became violent, fierce, and ferocious.

One after another, Loulan died at the hands of the people.

After two and a half hours, the last Loulan soldier on the battlefield fell to the ground wailing.

All the survivors in the tree burial woodland showed a relieved expression, and sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.

It was also at this time.

More than 1,000 blue-green light spots floated out from the bodies of many dead soldiers and flew into the bodies of seventeen Qingzhou veterans, including Xiao Wu and Gongsun Hu, as well as more than 900 people.

"Ahh

The familiar shouts rang out again.

This is the evolution of the nature of life, and it is difficult for anyone to resist the wonderful taste of it...... Pain and happiness!

When the first warm morning light quietly penetrates the branches and shoots into the woodland.

Nearly 1,000 people have been successfully promoted to the realm of Qingzhou soldiers, and seventeen Qingzhou veterans have already been successfully promoted to the level of Qingzhou fighters!

The Qingyang ceremony came to a successful conclusion.

Jiang Chen was quite happy in his heart, he had worked hard and finally came to his heart, and successfully harvested nearly 1,000 Qingzhou new pawns and 17 Qingzhou fighters.

This hundred and thousands of warriors in the forest will become his most powerful helper!

The majestic yang energy they exude will also turn into the nemesis of the world's ghosts!