In front of Fanhe City, it was a mess.

The city gate and city walls can be seen everywhere with scorched black burns and indelible blood, and wisps of black smoke just hovering on the battlefield.

In the half-open and half-frozen moat, there were mangled corpses of parishioners, the hideous faces of the dead had long been stiffened, and a pair of wide-eyed eyes were staring at the sky without blinking.

On the battlefield under the city, severed limbs and bones can be seen everywhere.

Scimitars and arrows are thrown all over the ground in an orderly manner, like the remains of charred rye stubble left behind by burning fields after the autumn harvest in Zhangye place.

Under the protection of the Ma army patrolling the battlefield back and forth, a small team of defenders was transferred from Fanhe City, and the corpses were carried and assembled, and buckets of oil and water were splashed on the corpse pile.

Some well-informed people have heard that the sixteen countries of the Western Regions and Shangjun produce stone resin water, which is like water and oil, and the smell is also so choking. However, the rumored stone fat water is as thick as glue, and it smokes when it encounters fire, but it is not like the oil and water they were ordered to bring, the whole body is clear, and the color is as light as the best sesame oil.

Not to mention, these oil and water actually ignited at the sight of the fire, and a pile of corpses splashed with oil and water burned in an instant, and there was no need to add firewood at all!

After a short time, the piles of corpses were set on fire, and the smoke and crackling sound of burning corpses made people feel extremely unhappy just by listening to them.

In the camp of the Qiang army in the distance, they naturally saw this raging fire that lit up the night sky.

Whether it was the Zoroastrian priests pretending to be Sven, or the Qiang soldiers who had already been brainwashed by Zoroastrianism, they all had terrible looks on their faces that they were eager to rush out and kill those blasphemers.

In Zoroastrian teachings, light is the symbol of the deity of Ahuramazda, and the projection of light is the light of the sun, the moon, the stars, the fire, and the soul of all life. Among them, the light brought by the flame was especially valued by the Zoroastrians, and not only the altar of fire tended by the priests could only accept sacred trees represented by tamarixes and pomegranate branches, but even ordinary bonfire stoves could never be burned with unclean things.

In the same way, these Zoroastrians believed that the flesh and blood of mankind were in Angola. Newman led the creation of demons. The presence of the flesh imprisoned the souls of these Ahuramazda believers, and prevented them from immediately ascending to the heavenly realm to reunite with their master, which was simply the most unclean thing.

Therefore, according to the Zoroastrian rites, after the death of a believer, the defiled body should be sacrificed for four days to purify the sins of life and liberate the soul of the deceased into the underworld. After that, the corpse was placed on the sacrificial tower behind the worship temple, and the evil gods, demons and scavengers were allowed to devour it, and finally the clean bones were buried under the sacrificial tower, which was considered to be in accordance with the law, and it was also avoided to pollute the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind.

But today, don't say that the four-day ritual did not have a chance to preside over those fellow disciples who died in battle, that is, their corpses were allowed to be naturally purified, and the Han army did not give them to them! On the contrary, the burning corpse pile was another great crime of the Han army in polluting the fire and the light!

No matter how angry his eyes were, no one dared to step on his horse, pick up his gun, and kill the camp and kill these blasphemous Han soldiers one by one.

For right in front of them there was a horse.

A green horse.

Someone sat crookedly on Qinghu's body, carrying a peachwood magic sword, whether it was the posture of controlling the horse or the angle of lifting the sword, it seemed that it was so unreliable, and there were flaws everywhere.

However, it is this posture and careless attitude, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a soft persimmon that is easy to pinch, but it forced not a single soldier in the Qiang army camp to come out!

No, it should be said that there are still some good men in the Qiang army.

They're out of camp, they're going to war, they're —

Killed in battle.

The ground is full of charred black corpses, and the dead people and horses are pillowing each other, and it has long been impossible to distinguish the appearance of these good men in the Qiang army. The entire hundreds of elites of the Qiang army were wiped out in front of the enemy with sparse horsemanship and ordinary swordsmanship!

The most hateful thing is that this enemy who killed the corpses before the Qiang army camp, the bamboo crown uniform, and the seal ribbon hanging on the waist, are just a civilian official style who is resting and leisurely, and he is not even a military general. And the elite of the Qiang army, which is known for being good at fighting, capable of fighting, and daring to fight, was single-handedly blocked the camp gate by such a civilian official!

And the orders handed down from the high priests of the respected ministries and from the Burkes and the emirs were not to leave the camp without an oracle!

How can you be willing?

Could it be that the Qiang people couldn't drive the Han people out of this land?

Could it be that even with the protection of the true God, these sinners who reject the light, despise God, and persecute God will not be able to get the retribution they deserve?

Such a gaze was a silent curse, which passed through the camp gate, passed through the deer, and fell on the man.

However, this bit of resentment only made Wei Ye snort painlessly, and he didn't bother to say more.

Behind him, the horse's hooves sounded softly, Wei Ye didn't need to look back to know who was coming, and casually raised his hand: "The work here, the official has already been completed, if you want to brush up the merit value, please wait for the next monster to refresh." ”

And the people who came on horseback also jumped very cooperatively: "Who is telling you this! You have issued a good military order, let the defenders burn the corpses, why don't they be allowed to take down the head to repay the merits? Without the head as proof, how can you ask for merit? If you hadn't led them to a big victory, the defenders in this city would have been all scumbags, and this incident alone would have been enough for them to make a fuss!"

"Are the Ma troops we led dissatisfied?"

"They didn't—after all, my subordinates, your subordinates, were almost like a newly established private army, and they didn't have the consciousness to repay the imperial court in Luoyang. I'm not talking to you about this!"

Wei Ye turned his horse's head and smiled at He Ming, who was full of anger: "Isn't it okay if our subordinates don't have an opinion?" As for the Fanhe defenders, with me here, the reward is indispensable!"

As he spoke, he made a gesture, and a bill flew down on He Ming's face: "This is an expired gasoline bill sent by the Wolf Tooth International Column, although it can't be used as oil for internal combustion engines, but it can be used for open cremation - this expense, of course, is still from your sect~"

Angrily ripped off the bill covering his face, He Ming looked at Wei Ye's face but had a serious expression: "In the first battle, what Helan Gong lost a lot." Next, I'm afraid that the battle behind will not be so easy to fight!"

"It's hard to fight or it's easy to fight, we don't count. Wei Ye waved his hand lightly, and his eyes fell on the Qiang army camp not far away, "My sworn enemy has been killed under his nose, and that demon god can still pretend not to see." Either he overindulges in lust and has a weak kidney, or he has other more important interests to fight for in this war. Anyway, it's not over yet. ”

In the immortal warlock's faint tone, the green horse under his crotch moved slightly, and on the frozen soil, some trickles of blood were flowing slowly, and there was no sign of freezing.

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.........

Just when Wei Ye was talking about Helan Gong with ridicule, in the big tent of the Chinese army in the Qiang army camp, Helan Gong, who was lying on the ice crystal couch, was also supporting his forehead with his hands, looking at the priests, Pasha, Burke, and emirs who were kneeling on the ground.

The two heads, which symbolize the White Tent Lord and the Corpse Forest King, both have their eyes closed, but they both have sarcastic smiles on the corners of their lips.

"Let's talk about it, what's going on in this ugly battle today?"

The priests who sang the praises of the gods and poured more saliva than holy oil, and the nobles of the Qiang tribe, who usually puffed up their chests and stomachs at the mention of the gods, and thought that they were superior to others, faced the god who had come to the world in front of them, and they always hung their mouths on their lips and prayed to him for miracles, and no one dared to open their mouths.

No one dared to take his words as a great god, so he could only deign to the great god himself and answer: "They are all useless guys! The courage of the Qiang people, the archery skills of the Qiang people, boast that they are the eagles of the blue world--when you meet opponents who are more ruthless than you, and who come and go like the wind, you are just like that." Even if it is a herd of cattle, a herd of sheep, or even a herd of pigs, if they are put under Fanhe City, the Han army will not be so easy to kill!"

The generals of the Qiang Army, who listened to the words of the great god, thought about the terrible offensive in Fanhe City that harvested human lives like harvesting wheat when they were watching the battle, and they wanted to justify themselves and their subordinates who had long been turned into fuel for the big fires outside. But feeling the invisible coercion in the big tent, they could only choose to remain silent.

"I'm so stupid, really, I just knew that Huo Qubing would come to the Western Regions with the Han army, and I didn't know that now that the Han Dynasty was showing signs of exhaustion, the nosy immortal people would also have ......."

The words that I don't know whether it was complaining or self-deprecating came out of Helan Gong's mouth faintly, making the nobles who were kneeling on the ground in the big tent look even more frightened and afraid. All of them had a thick blanket on their foreheads, buried their eyes between their hands, and did not dare to raise their heads.

Although there was an ice crystal couch, there was still a bronze stove around it, and the charcoal burned slowly, but the heat could not save the nobles from the pitiful situation of being cold all over their bodies. They could only tremble, letting the cold sweat soak their clothes.

Listening to the words of the supreme god in their hearts, standing on the ice crystal couch, finally a military general who claimed to know the army kowtowed his head and said boldly: "O Maharaja, the evil law of demons is really powerful, and only what you have mastered, the divine power from heaven can help your believers resist the evil attack." Maharaja, in order to proclaim your glory, we beseech you to reward us with more divine power......"

Before he could finish his words, a stream of air flew out from Helan Gong's fingertips, turning into a powerful momentum, knocking this advanced general straight out of the big tent and hitting him in the air!

Before the unfortunate ghost could scream, he exploded into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air!

Blood, minced meat, bone residue, and anything else fluttered down and fell to the ground, becoming part of the blood that flowed on the frozen soil and refused to congeale.

The rest of the Qiang nobles could only press their entire heads desperately into the felt carpet, and they didn't even have the courage to raise their heads.

Helan Gong, who was looking down at these believers, withdrew a finger, gently lifted a lock of hair hanging in front of his eyes, and waved his hand like a fly: "That's all for today's lecture." As God, I am generous and generous, and all you have to do is call on my royal name, and I will recite the long, verbose, and unwritten hymn a few more times, and I will give you miracles to destroy those who are not of the same faith as you. If you are not satisfied with this situation, then it is as simple as this to exchange divine grace for divine punishment-"

Helan Gong said, as if he was very satisfied with his witticism, and laughed softly like a child.

The nobles of the Qiang tribe who knelt all over the ground to listen to the oracle dared to express any opinion on this great god, so they could only kowtow again and again, and crawled out of the ground.

Losing these incompetent listeners, Helan Gong shook his head with some regret, and then moved his hand to the ground: "Xiao Huan'er, how did I explain what you did?"

With his gesture, the clearing in the center of the tent suddenly cracked, and a fountain of ice gushed out from the crack, and then turned into a young woman.

She has white hair that is light to the point of transparency, and her skin is as pale and light blue as the moonlight on a cold night, and on her forehead, there is a pale blue horn, and there is a trace of blood in the single horn, like a piece of green glass, which looks cold and inexplicable.

The woman did not resist Helan Gong's nicknamed title at all, but just waved her dancing sleeves, and then an old monk with a withered description appeared at her feet, it was the monk Panzhao who was cut off by Wei Ye and cut off one of his arms!

All over the monk's wounded place by the peach daughter was wrapped in cold ice, and the broken ribs and faintly visible viscera were all clear. If ordinary people were to receive Wei Ye's sword, they would have to die of pain even if they didn't breathe for a while, but although the monk was covered with cold sweat, he didn't look like he was dying, and he actually suppressed the physical pain with deep concentration.

Helan Gong looked at the miserable appearance of the old monk and was also slightly moved, and bowed to the old monk: "All over the old monk has worked hard to go through this experience." How are the injuries, and can you still fight?"

Monk Panzhao nodded reluctantly, and replied weakly: "Thank you King Ming, although the broken skin of Lao Gu was deeply injured, it is fine...... As long as the old man is blessed with Buddha power again, he will be able to ......"

As he spoke, the remaining right hand was raised in front of his chest, muttering a mantra, and he didn't know how many times he had recited it, but it was still the miserable appearance of the sword that had been burned by the fire.

Helan Gong propped his forehead, looked at the old monk sympathetically, and sighed and said: "Sure enough, as I expected, the retreat of the Arhat, as the lowest level of the Arhat Fruit, once encountering evil and adverse circumstances, will rise and retreat, and fall from the Holy to the mortal. If you start from scratch, you don't know how many months it will take. ”