The dark dungeon couldn't hide the killing aura in the sky, and the woman who was captured by Xuzhu was tied to the torture rack with five flowers, and her clothes had already been torn by the leather whip, and the guards of the Liu family had no intention of leaving her hands at all, and she shook the leather whip in her hand over and over again as if she was tired.

Xiao Feng stood aside with his hands crossed, the resolute expression on his face couldn't show any expression at all, Xu Zhu and Duan Yu stood behind Xiao Feng and looked at the woman whose skin had been torn out, there was no pity in their eyes at all, this is not to say that the three of them have completely lost their humanity, the three of them have hated this person who actually broke in to kill someone during the funeral of the Liu family.

"Say, girl, who are you? I'll give you a good time. Xiao Feng stepped forward and lifted the woman's forehead, the skin was no longer visible on the originally bewitching face, and even bones could be seen in the open skin.

"Ahem" The woman's laughter turned into a cough, and the dripping skin on her face fell off in pieces, revealing the gloomy white bones under the skin: "I want to get the news from my final question, don't dream, I tell you, one day we will kill all of you, make all of you into adult leather dresses, and dig out all your children into our wombs. ”

"yes, I'm looking forward to that day, but unfortunately you can't see it. Xiao Feng sneered, and broke the demon girl's arm with a click, the demon girl screamed and fainted, Xiao Feng didn't look at the demon girl and said kill coldly, and left the dungeon with Xuzhu and Duan Yu.

The emperor is covered in silver, today is the day when the empire summons the souls of the millions of soldiers who have died in battle, the whole people in the imperial capital are vegetarian, every household hangs white silk on their own gates, the millions of soldiers in the imperial capital are all vegetarian, the emperor Ximen Ye knelt outside the triumphal arch of the palace and waited for the beginning of the summoning ceremony, the sky also seemed to be crying and it snowed like goose feathers, the eight-year-old Ximen Ye refused the oil umbrella, knelt motionless on the ground, the biting cold wind blew like a sharp knife on everyone who stood outside the door and waited for the return of the soul。

"Knock knock!"

The sound of drums throughout the day tore apart the quiet sky like thunder and crying, and the crowd that was originally waiting quietly cried out instantly, and the earth-shattering cry covered up the huge sound of drums, starting at noon, the fallen soldiers of the empire will return from the Desheng Gate under the escort of their comrades, and send them to the martyr's shrine of the empire through the triumphal arch, regardless of whether they were defeated or victorious during their lifetimes, but they sacrificed for the empire, and they can afford this honor.

"Imperial soldiers, for the sake of the empire! Bloody battle to the end, never to the death!" Walking in front are two huge chariots walking side by side, each chariot is set up with two huge war drums, eight sturdy drums holding the drumsticks with the thickness of the baby's arm in their hands rhythmically beating the war drums, each time a number of soldiers on the chariot will shout the slogan of the first emperor in the army, the surrounding soldiers shouted loudly, the loud shouts shook the sky, so that the whole world was moved.

Behind the two carriages, a Praetorian Guard soldier carried a white cloth battle flag with the words "The Loyal Soul Returns!" several feet tall, followed by hundreds of soldiers holding white silk, each of whom had a sad and resolute look on their faces, and the cold wind could not stop them from holding a fiery heart.

"Brothers, go home!" These people would stop on the ground every hundred steps and shout loudly, the low and hoarse shouts touched the hearts of every soldier, all the soldiers who performed the escort were on one knee on the ground, bowed their heads and saluted their comrades, and the cold weapons in their hands exuded a faint murderous aura in the howling of the cold wind. ...,

"Jingle bell!" "Jingle bell!" In front of the book, the Taoist priest shook the copper bell in his hand, and kept mourning the Taoist scriptures in his mouth, summoning the souls of the dead soldiers, shaking in five steps, and moving in five steps, the boys and girls behind him kept throwing valuable money around, and the flying snow and paper money were mixed together, turning the imperial capital into a white ocean.

The empire has existed for thousands of years The spiritualism ceremony tugs at the heartstrings of every soldier, from the rules set by the first emperor, the spiritualism ceremony has been prevalent in the empire for thousands of years, every year the empire will be a giant spiritualist ceremony for the fallen soldiers, to the Temple of Heaven to worship the ancestors, to the martyrs' shrine to sacrifice the fallen soldiers, the empire is in this spiritual support, no matter how many times the soldiers, no matter how many people have been killed, there will always be a steady stream of young adults into the army, for the empire for the homeland to fight in all directions.

"Soldiers' return!"

Eight carriages lined up in two rows and rushed into the city gate hole of Desheng Gate, and the sixteen Praetorian Guards standing on the carriage shouted the slogan of "return of the soldiers" over and over again, and the entire imperial capital suddenly became extremely depressed, and all the soldiers of the Praetorian Guard took off their helmets, took off their battle robes, knelt on the ground on one knee and waited for the return of their comrades.

The sound of horses' hooves almost drowns out any sound of the imperial capital, walking in the front carriage driving the sculpture of the first emperor, the first emperor holds the sword of the emperor, stares around, and there are four battle flags behind him, which are written "loyalty", "brave", "filial piety", "ceremony" four big characters, which are the military regulations set by the first emperor for the imperial army, and also the foundation of the imperial army.

The hooves of tens of thousands of war horses hit the bluestone slab of the imperial capital at the same time, the sound of da-da-da tugged the heartstrings of every soldier, and the carriage in front of it was neatly patted with three rows of spiritual positions, the front was the spiritual seat of the general Liu Ruxun, and the list of officers who died in the war was arranged at the rear, from the size of the official position, Liu Ruxun's four major guards The spiritual position of the wind and fire forest mountain was placed behind Liu Ruxun, which was also specially instructed by Ximen Ye, and Liu Ruxun could not be allowed to go on the road alone. Yuan Zhao, the commander of the Fifth Praetorian Guard, Liu Zhe, the commander of the Eighth Praetorian Guard, and the commanders, generals and other officers were lined up at the back, and the death of thousands of high-ranking officers also greatly damaged the vitality of the empire.

"Bloody battle to the end, never to the death!"

The whole imperial capital is full of crying, the death of 220,000 imperial guards, almost let the family in the imperial capital wear linen and filial piety, the road from Desheng Gate to the triumphal arch belongs to the triumphal road, Ximen Ye knelt outside the triumphal arch and waited for the return of the fallen soldiers, only eight years old He has been kneeling in the heavy snow for two hours, but stubborn he still insists on kneeling in the heavy snow waiting for the return of the fallen soldiers, he knows that if he misses this opportunity, he will never have the opportunity to take back the hearts of this group of soldiers, and the princes and nobles in the court are also kneeling outside the triumphal arch waiting for the return of the soldiers。

"Your Majesty, the team is here. Zhang Rang whispered in Ximenye's ear to remind, Ximenye, who had been frozen, opened his paralyzed lips and glanced into the distance, the war drum convoy walking in the front had approached the triumphal arch, and the spiritual convoy behind him followed closely behind, and there were weeping voices everywhere in the imperial capital.

"The 620th Emperor of the Heavenly Dragon Empire offers Emperor Ximen Ye to invite all the soldiers to return!" Ximen Ye raised his head and raised his hands high, only eight years old, his hands were so small, but in the eyes of the surrounding Praetorian Guards, his hands were so big, the big ones could cover the entire empire.

"Soldiers, the soul returns!" The Praetorian Guards in the imperial capital roared in unison, like thunder on the ground, resounding for hundreds of kilometers around, like the echo of the valley over and over again above the imperial capital, this sound is unwilling to treat the comrades-in-arms, this sound is the hatred of the enemy, this sound is the signal of declaring war!

"Soldiers, the soul returns!" Ximen Ye raised his body again and knelt on the ground, and the minister behind him also shouted loudly with Ximen Ye: "Please rest assured, I, Ximenye, will definitely seek justice for you, and I, Ximenye, will take care of your wives and children, please return the souls of all soldiers!"

"Knock Knock"

The sound of war drums that resounded in the sky sounded again, this time it was not only the eight-sided war drums on the chariot, but also the war drums in the palace and the barracks all made a heavy roar, and the sound spread farther and farther, until it reached the distance, and it spread to Fuhu Mountain to Yanmen Pass, recalling the souls of those fallen soldiers!

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