It's snowing.

The sky was miserable, the snow was bleak, the drums of the three armies shook the wilderness, and the ironclad male soldiers swayed and stepped on the withered grass.

Bai Yujun was dressed in white and held a dragon spear to kill the evil demon, and after killing a certain demon, he stood in the sky and looked at the north, where the white wind and snow were gradually boiling, and the sea of corpses that were driven into the snow field was melting.

I feel that I should use my talent to make the snow bigger, so that the ice and snow monsters like a white sea can sweep away the rotting corpses.

The snow-white dragon horn emits ripples that are invisible to the naked eye, and the range is very large, attracting black clouds and cold winds to rain down the wind and snow, the heaven and the earth are wrapped, and the winter has come.

"It's finally gone, it's time to go back. ”

Taking a deep breath of the cold wind, I instinctively want to hibernate when I feel sleepy.

"I'm so tired~"

The fierce battle battlefield shattered the iron clothes, the horses walked outside the gate, the blood of the golden knife in the box was not dry, the wildfire was dark, the sky was cloudy and the ghosts were crying noisily, the sea of black pressed corpses was flooded with white, and the soldiers on the hills and dry grass slopes were at a loss after being excited and excited.

At the top of the grassy slope, Zhi Changgong and Qiao Jin and the commander of the Jiuli army breathed a sigh of relief.

After relaxing, I felt deep exhaustion and wound pain, and I think back that the last few days have really been ups and downs, and there is not much joy of victory.

Perhaps the imperial capital will be happy to celebrate the disaster, and there will be no joy in the long achievement.

Victory, the victory filled in with life, the generals of each department reported the statistics of 170,000 soldiers killed, plus the wounded and dead may reach 200,000, only half of the 400,000 imperial army outside the border survived, in the eyes of some people, 200,000 can be recruited at hand, but that is 200,000 lives!

The old man really wished he had died at the hands of demons, and sometimes, it was more painful to live than to die......

There will always be death in war, and it is not appropriate to celebrate the achievements in a big way.

Anyway, Bai Yujun couldn't hold a celebration party after the tragic battle, and the casualties of the snake demon soldiers had not been counted, Qiao Jin knew it, but Bai Yujun didn't dare to ask......

The sky was overcast, the sun was blocked by wind and snow, and the Allies had nothing to do.

In ancient times, a few people came back to fight, far away from their homeland to this bitter cold place to spill blood, died in a hundred battles, the soul did not return, the lonely ghost wandered and wandered, the ghost cried and wailed, and the family in the distant country looked forward to it.

War is cruel, comfortable people do not understand, in the rear of the safety of the prosperous capital lingering in the green building blood boiling heroic poetry, drinking and singing, the front of the victory loudly singing praises of virtue, lost will abuse, scold soldiers, scold generals, scold officials, scold the emperor, do not personally experience what qualifications to point out and comment.

The sharp blade cuts through the skin, flesh, belly, intestines, and pain, who knows, the horse leather shroud is also returned, it sounds like the blood is surging and I can't wait to indulge the horse Yanshan, who knows the miserable situation of the lonely soul and wild ghost reverberating on the battlefield without knowing the way back.

The white wave of ice and snow creatures flooded the sea of black corpses, perhaps dislike the Southlands, and after dealing with the rotting corpses, they returned to the northern ice fields one after another, and the Allies began to gather and prepare to return to the fortress.

The beasts retreated, and the demon emperors and demon kings swept back to the 100,000 mountains of the Southern Wilderness.

Bai Yujun fell to the ground through the billowing smoke, full of devastation and corpses, among which there were many silver-armored snake demon soldiers, perhaps because of the characteristics of the species, even if they died, they were indifferent and ruthless, there was no pain, there was no hideous, the female demon soldiers were pretty and the male demon soldiers were handsome, and most of the snake demons tried their best to turn their heads to look at the southwest before they died, looking at the 100,000 mountains......

They always wanted to go back, but they couldn't......

Snowflakes bewitched the red soil and corpses.

Qiao Jin and several other demon handsomes stood beside him, all of them with injuries and exhaustion.

Bai Yujun didn't know whether it was right or wrong to send troops to fight a bloody battle in order to strengthen the snake demon clan, and it was difficult to choose, maybe if he didn't send troops, he could wander the mountains and forests as before, and live his life in chaos.

In order to create a prosperous era of the snake demon clan, 80,000 demon soldiers went out of the southern wilderness, and countless little snake and fairy monsters never questioned their demon emperors, silently set out to fight, fighting bravely, until they fell outside the 100,000 mountains thousands of miles away.

If there is another crisis of extinction, Bai Yujun doesn't know if he will lead the army again......

"Blow the trumpet and gather the demon army. ”

A demon soldier took out a horn in the shape of a white beast horn and blew it vigorously, and the horn sounded dull and whimpering......

Woo~

The sound of the desolate trumpet reached into the distance.

Or alone or in a team of a dozen, the demon soldiers scattered everywhere gathered in the direction of the horn sounding, supporting the wounded soldiers, carrying the remains of their own clan, and silently walking through the desolate battlefield.

Bai Yujun stood on the top of the withered yellow grass slope, expecting that the other demon soldiers had gone too far and needed time to return......

Advanced armor does not provide absolute protection, many demon soldiers have scratches and blood stains on their armor, zombies have no blood, monster blood is black, and red is their own or their comrades' blood.

After waiting for two hours, I couldn't see the demon soldier returning.

There were only 40,000 demon soldiers assembled.

80,000 demon soldiers went out of the Southern Wilderness, 20,000 stayed on the Great Wall, and only 40,000 remained from 60,000 to attack the demon's lair, which means that 20,000 snake demon soldiers were killed in the tragic battle, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the casualties were so heavy......

40,000 tired demon soldiers lined up neatly, and the demon general was counting the casualties and corpses, not leaving any snake demons, even if they died, they would be brought back to the habitat of the Southern Wilderness.

Qiao Jin looked at Bai Yujun, who was still standing at the top of the slope and didn't move.

After standing for a long time, the wind blew his hair scattered, staring into the distance in the hope that the demon soldiers who had not returned would hear the horn.

The sound of the trumpet has been calling......

In fact, Bai Yujun had already seen the demon soldiers wandering on the battlefield, and the reason why he stood still was because those demon soldiers and souls saw their demon emperors, and swore to follow them, instinctively fluttering over and gathering, trying to find their place in the queue......

Twenty thousand revenant phantoms stood in front of Bai Yujun, their eyes as trusting as ever.

I really don't want to do that......

Raised his sleeve to wipe away his tears, choked up and spoke.

The living, the departed, all the demon soldiers listen quietly.

"In the northern expedition in early summer, the beacon fire has frosted and cold......"

"Yujun thank you for fighting bloodily for this beautiful land, no matter where you are and where you will go, just remember, my snake demon clan will never abandon each other, hand in hand and rely on each other......"

"The snake demon army belongs, all of them are siblings, I hope to remember the oath to live and die together......"

Tilt your head and breathe deeply, trying not to choke, your cheeks warm.

"More than 20,000 compatriots of our tribe died on the battlefield, their souls covered the springs, and they returned to the long night, life and death were boundless, and the body was both dead and spirited, and the soul of the child was a ghost......

"The heroic spirits of the snake soldiers are still there, return to the queue and follow me to carry the flag, return to the southern wilderness and mountains together, the soul is peaceful, lead the sacrifice of our people, don't be a ghost in a foreign land, and be the soul of a foreign land......"

"Come with me...... Go home. ”

The ethnic group won the opportunity to develop and grow but lost more than 20,000 compatriots, and asked itself again and again in my heart whether it was worth it, maybe I should have stayed in the Southern Wilderness in the first place.

Facing the forty thousand ordinary low-level snake goblins who were still alive, Bai Yujun only felt the responsibility on his shoulders.

Since countless snakes died because of themselves, Bai Yujun's life not only belongs to himself, but also to the group.

More than 20,000 souls lined up neatly, without complaint or regret......

After that, Bai Yujun only gave one order, find all the remains of the demon soldiers and take them away, bring them back to the Great Wall, bring them back to the Southern Wilderness, and bury 100,000 mountains.

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