Fortunately, the two of them have not been in contact with this tip for a long time, and the poison has not yet entered the heart and lungs, although the medication needs to be used for a longer time, but it is not a big problem.

The two walked out of the camp one after the other, knowing that Qingxun looked at the vast world, she knew in her heart that the priests of Southern Xinjiang would not easily hand over the nine-leaf flower to her, and she was still a little lost.

"It's a pity, Uncle Shi tried his best to lay out, but what he got was a nine-leaf flower that couldn't be used."

"What's the shame of that." Zhi Qingxun put away the loss in his eyes, and raised his eyes to look in the direction of the southern Xinjiang military camp, "It's not certain who wins and who loses in this game." ”

Satinyun Chuan also looked in her direction, and it was still quiet in the camp of General Nan in the distance.

But after the red-haired priest had examined the general's body, an irrepressible anger rushed to her chest, and she stared at the general's gray-blue face, squeezing a word out of her teeth.

"Bury General Guga."

"Why? The enemy slandered General Guga for betrayal, and now he has been killed by the enemy, and the general's name has been cleared, why should he be humiliated?! ”

The soldiers on the side questioned that for their southern Xinjiang people, the god of war they believed in was also the god of fire, and after death...... Especially after the death of the hero, it should disappear from the blessing of the god of war, instead of being buried in the dark and cold underground forever.

This is torture, a torture for those who have committed treason, and their souls buried deep in the earth will never be liberated, and they will never be purified in the palace of the god of war.

Whether it was the respect of the generals as subordinates, or the pity of their fellow people, they could not accept the decision of the priest.

The red-haired priest looked at them fixedly, his eyes like a fire, and his tone trembled with forbearance and unquenchable anger.

"General Guga is a hero, a soldier, but now he is going to the enemy barracks, even the corpse has been manipulated by them, if cremated, the poisonous gas in the general's body does not know how many soldiers' lives will be harmed, he has sacrificed his life countless times to rush to the front line to defend the country, and has also saved the lives of many soldiers, if the general knows that after his death, there are soldiers because he lost his life, he will die blindly!"

"We are not afraid of death, we have the blood of our enemies on our hands, and after we die, the god of war will come to welcome us into the kingdom of happiness."

Someone in the crowd shouted, and then someone responded: "The general is a hero of heroes, he has the blood of countless enemies on his hands, and he should not be buried in the ground!" Please re-order the priesthood! ”

I don't know how many people agreed with this roar, they kept saying "not afraid of death", and even willing to be buried for the general, but the iron whip in the priest's hand waved, and with a "snap", everyone returned to silence.

"Soldiers really shouldn't be afraid of death, and you are indeed all good men in southern Xinjiang, but soldiers should die on the battlefield, not stupidly die from the enemy's conspiracy!!"

When these words came out, everyone looked at each other, yes, this is a trap laid for them by the enemy, how can they know that this is a trap, and there is a reason for moths to fight the fire?

"I'm as angry as everyone else, but now it's time for anger to blind us!"

Like the dance of the sacrifice that day, the red-haired priest looked like a madman, she was dressed in a layer of clothes as thin as cicada's wings, and she stepped on the snow barefoot, and there were even beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Sons of southern Xinjiang, remember today's shame, remember today's anger, we will take their lives if they start a war on the battlefield tomorrow! Encroach on their land! Kill all their offspring! Paint their territory with the fire totem of the god of war! ”

The priest's tone paused, she pursed her lips, her red eyes were a little sickly crazy, she slowly raised her right hand clenched into a fist, and shouted with all her strength: "The people of Southern Xinjiang will live forever!" ”

Then came one after another, and the voice like thunder sounded: "The people of southern Xinjiang will live forever!" ”

"The people of southern Xinjiang will live forever!"

"The people of southern Xinjiang will live forever!!"

When the morale had stabilized, and General Guga had been buried in the cold earth with the highest rite of cremation, the red-haired priest was carried back to his tent as if he had lost all his strength.

"Jia Lan, Gu Jia has been fighting all his life, but I deprived him of the qualification to enter the God of War Kingdom in just a few words, did I really do it right?"

Instead of asking someone else, it's better to say that she is asking herself.

The people of southern Xinjiang are not afraid of death, because they believe that death is not the end of everything, but the rebirth of everything, but now......

"The priest made the right decision, even if General Guga is alive, he will definitely understand you."

The woman who had once pretended to be a priest took off the human skin mask, revealing her original face, which was a face common among southern Xinjiang people, with blond hair and blue eyes, a high nose and deep eyes.

"I don't ask for his forgiveness until it's over......"

The priest did not continue, Guga was her playmate since she was a child, and she was also her most important comrade-in-arms, Guga could not enter the kingdom of God, so what qualifications did she have to order the hero to be buried in the ground?

"Priestess, what are we going to do next?"

Yes, there is still a long way to go, if she can't attack the Xu Dynasty, then her people will continue to live in the bitter cold, and their food, their resources are no longer enough to support the survival of so many people, maybe ten years later, maybe twenty years later, the southern Xinjiang will be destroyed......

Who would love war? It's just about surviving.

Thinking of the fate of hundreds of thousands of people, the confusion in the priest's eyes was covered, and she thought for a long time before she said: "We don't have time to delay for too long, we must end this as soon as possible, our weapons are not as good as the weapons of the Xu Dynasty, but our soldiers do have an overwhelming advantage." ”

"The priest means ......"

The red-haired priest spread the battle topographical map on the table and pointed to one of the long winding rivers: "This is the source of drinking water for the soldiers of the Xu Dynasty, where they often dig ice to boil water, and we will use all the soldiers to besiege the city, turn their camp into a lonely city, and then cut off this river, so that they will be cut off from the water source, even if they can borrow the snow to solve the problem of drinking water, we can use the siege strategy to cut off their food transportation road." ”

"But the siege technique is the most time-consuming, so our food and grass are also a huge problem."

"yes...... But what if the enemy's grain and grass are attacked and can't hold out for that long? ”

"The priest means ......"

The red-haired priest's eyes were like swords, "For us, burial is the most vicious curse, but for the people of the Yu Xu Dynasty, cremation is a curse that breaks bones and ashes, they are afraid of war, they are afraid of fire, now the war will take their lives, fire will take their souls, as long as they kill the emperor of the Xu Dynasty, the war will be over soon......"

Jia Lan instantly understood the meaning of the priest's words, the siege was just a means to confuse the enemy, what she really wanted to do was to turn the enemy camp into a hell, but where to find so much fire oil?

The priest added, "If we follow this plan, we will have three months to besiege the city, and there will be only one task in these three months, and that is black oil." ”

She raised her eyes, "Isn't the Eastern Dynasty Country a good place rich in black oil?" ”

"You mean to join forces with the Eastern Dynasty?"

"When the previous emperor of the Xu Dynasty was there, wars frequently ignited on the border of the Eastern Dynasty, and it was not so much a joint effort as a chance for the Eastern Dynasty to take revenge."

She thought in her heart, and said to Jia Lan: "I'm afraid you're going to go to the Eastern Dynasty again, naturally, in my name." ”

"My subordinates understand."

After arranging everything, the priest thought of the lord of the ghost city, and every step they had taken so far seemed to coincide, and she would love to talk to the lord of the ghost city if she could.

"If we conquer the Dynasty, the beautiful lord of the ghost city will remain in my palace as my trophy."

"The man was dangerous, and she killed General Guga." Jia Lan reminded.

"It's wrong." The priest lay wearily in a blanket of pure white cashmere with his eyes closed, his red hair scattered like fire in the snow.

"Guga was killed by the war, and by my decision, and that beautiful woman with a scar on her face was just a dagger, not a murderer."

This seems to be what sets the priest apart from them, she always sees the essence of things at a glance without being bound by something.

Jia Lan recalled the beautiful woman last night and said, "The lord of the ghost city feels a little similar to you, but I can't tell where it is similar. ”

"I know that people always like people who are close to them, and I am naturally no exception, rest assured, it is precisely because there are such people in the enemy camp that I will be more cautious."

"Yes."

The priest raised his hand and motioned for Jia Lan to stand down, she was too tired to think about anything else.

During the time she was resting, she had put on the human skin mask she had made and dyed her blonde hair red with a special herb.

Late at night, she used this sacrificial face to dispatch troops, and issued an order to besiege the city in a very short time, and a large number of soldiers took advantage of the cover of night to march towards the border.

At present, there are only 150,000 directly mobilized soldiers in the barracks, and the rest are guarded at various points.

For the total number of the Southern Xinjiang Army, 150,000 is not a lot of numbers, but for the Xu Dynasty, 150,000 is a huge number, no matter how good their weapons are, it is impossible to kill all the 150,000 people in front of them.

Moreover, Jia Lan has sent her cronies to give orders, in addition to a few points that must be held, she still has at least 200,000 people to mobilize, but the territory of southern Xinjiang is too large, and it will take at least half a month to mobilize all the generals.

During this time, these 150,000 people were besieging the city, in addition to facing the attack of the Xu Dynasty, they also had to find a way to cut off their food and grass water sources.

The artillery of the Cozy Dynasty is indeed a headache, but fortunately, they are large enough to use crowd tactics, and the most important thing now is ...... Eastern Dynasty.

As long as the priests borrowed black oil from the Eastern Dynasty one day earlier, their soldiers in the southern frontier would have one less day to fight on the battlefield.

Jia Lan had a hunch that the outcome of this war would soon come to an end......