New White Snake Asking Immortals

Snowing.

The sky was cloudy, the snow was desolate, the drums of the three armies shook the wilderness, and the iron-clad soldiers waved their gallops and stepped on the dead grass.

Bai Yujun, dressed in white, held a dragon spear and killed the demon. After beheading a certain demon, he stood in the sky and looked to the north.

I feel that I should use talent to make the snow bigger, so that the white ocean-like ice and snow monsters can swept the carrion.

The snow-white dragon horns emit ripples that are invisible to the naked eye, and the range is very large, attracting the black clouds and cold winds to bring down the snow, the sky and the earth are completely wrapped, and the winter is coming.

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

Taking a deep breath and taking a deep breath of the icy cold wind, he instinctively felt sleepy and wanted to hibernate.

"I'm so tired~"

Fighting fiercely on the battlefield, smashing iron clothes, walking horses outside the gate, the blood of the golden knife in the box is still dry, the wildfire is dark, the ghosts in the sky are crying loudly, the sea of ​​black corpses is submerged in white, and the soldiers on the hills and grasses are excited and then dazed.

On the top of the grass slope, Zhe Changgong, Qiao Jin and the commander of the Jiuli army breathed a sigh of relief.

After relaxing, I felt deep exhaustion and wound pain. Looking back, the past few days were really ups and downs, and there was not much joy in victory.

Perhaps the capital of the imperial court will be happy to celebrate the calamity, but there is no joy at all.

Victory, the victory filled in by life, the generals of each department reported the death of 170,000 soldiers, plus the number of wounded and dead may reach 200,000, and only half of the 400,000 imperial army outside the border survived. In the eyes of some people, 200,000 It can be recruited at will, but that is 200,000 lives!

Old Zhe really hopes that he will also die in the hands of the devil. Sometimes, it is more painful to live than to die...

In war there is always death, and it is not appropriate to celebrate.

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

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

In ancient times, several people returned from battles, far away from their homeland and came to this bitter cold place to shed their blood. They died in a hundred battles, and their souls did not return.

War is cruel, people who are comfortable don't understand, in a prosperous capital behind the security, lingering in brothels, blazing with passion, chanting poetry, drinking and singing, winning loudly in front of you and sing praises, if you lose, you curse, curse soldiers, curse generals, curse officials, curse the emperor, Without personal experience, what qualifications do you have to give comments.

Who knows, the sharp blade cuts through the skin, the belly pierces the intestines and the pain flows, and the horse leather wraps the body back.

The white waves of ice and snow creatures drowned the black sea of ​​corpses. Maybe they didn't like the south. After the carrion was solved, they returned to the northern icefield 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 hundred thousand mountains in the Southern Wilderness.

Bai Yujun passed through the thick smoke and fell to the ground, with devastated corpses all over the place. Many of them were wearing silver armor, which may be the characteristics of the species. Even if they died, they were indifferent, no pain, and no hideousness. The banshee soldiers are pretty and handsome. , Most of the snake demons tried their best to turn their heads and look to the southwest before they died, looking at the hundred thousand mountains in the distance...

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

Snowflakes piled up, covering the red soil and corpses.

Qiao Jin and several other handsome men were standing beside them, all of them tired and injured.

Bai Yujun didn't know whether it was right or wrong to send troops to strengthen the snake demon clan.

In order to create a prosperous world for the snake and demon clan, 80,000 demon soldiers came out of the Southern Wilderness. Countless little snakes and goblins never questioned their demon emperors. They went out silently and fought bravely until they collapsed in the 100,000-strong mountain thousands of miles away.

If there is another crisis of extinction, Bai Yujun does not know whether he will lead the army to go out again...

"Blow the horn and summon the demon army."

A demon soldier took out a horn in the shape of a white animal horn and blew it hard. The sound of the horn was dull and whimpering...

woo~

The bleak horn sounded far into the distance.

Either alone or in groups of a dozen or so, the scattered demon soldiers gathered in the direction of the horn sounding, supporting the wounded soldiers, carrying the remains of their kin, silently walking through the desolate battlefield.

Bai Yujun stood on the top of the withered yellow grass, hoping 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 on their armor. Zombies have no blood, monsters' blood is black, and red is their own or comrades' blood.

After waiting for two hours, the demon soldier was never seen to return.

There were only 40,000 demon soldiers assembled.

80,000 demon soldiers left the Southern Wilderness, 20,000 stayed behind at the Great Wall, and 60,000 participated in the attack on the demon's lair, and only 40,000 remained, which means that 20,000 snake demon soldiers were killed in the tragic battle. This is the first time in hundreds of years that casualties have been so heavy. ...

The 40,000 exhausted demon soldiers were lined up neatly. The demon generals were counting casualties and corpses. If they didn't leave any snake demon, they would be brought back to the Southern Wilderness habitat even if they died.

Qiao Jin looked at Bai Yujun, who was still standing still on the top of the slope.

After standing for a long time, the wind blows and the hair is scattered, staring at the distance and hoping that the demon soldiers who have not returned can hear the horn~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The sound of the horn has been calling...

In fact, Bai Yujun has already seen the ghosts of the demon soldiers wandering on the battlefield. The reason why they stood still is because the ghosts of the demon soldiers saw their demon emperor and swear to follow them. Location……

The phantom of 20,000 dead souls stood in front of Bai Yujun, with their eyes as trusting as ever.

really don't want this...

He lifted his sleeves to wipe away the tears, choked up and told.

The living, the dead, all the demon soldiers listened quietly.

"Northern expedition in early summer, the beacon fire is already frosty and cold..."

"Yujun thank you for your **** battle for this beautiful land. No matter where you are and where you are going, just remember that my snake and demon clan will never leave, and support each other..."

"The snake demon army belongs to the brothers and sisters of the compatriots. I hope to remember the oath of life and death..."

He raised his head and took a deep breath, trying not to choked, his cheeks warm.

"More than 20,000 compatriots of our clan died in battle, their souls cover the spring platform, their souls return to the long night, life and death are boundless.

"The heroic spirits of the Snake Soldiers are still here, and they will return to the queue and follow my flags and return to the southern wilderness, with peaceful souls, leading the sacrifice of our clan, not to be ghosts from other places, but only to be the souls of foreign countries..."

"Come with me... go home."

The ethnic group won the opportunity to develop and grow but lost more than 20,000 compatriots. Inwardly, he asked himself over and over whether it was worth it, maybe it should have stayed in the Southern Wilderness.

Facing the 40,000 ordinary low-level snakes and monsters still alive, Bai Yujun felt only the responsibility on his shoulders.

Since countless snakes died because of him back then, Bai Yujun's life not only belonged to him, but also belonged to the ethnic group.

More than 20,000 deceased souls lined up neatly, with no complaints and no regrets...

After that, Bai Yujun only gave an order to 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 the 100,000 Mountains.