New White Snake Asking Immortals

Snowing.

The sky is miserable, the clouds are hanging down, the snow is desolate, the drums of the three armies shake the wilderness, and the armored soldiers swing their spears and step on the dry grass.

Bai Yujun dressed in white and held a dragon gun to kill demons. After beheading a certain demon, she stood in the sky and looked to the north. The white snowstorm was gradually boiling, and the sea of ​​corpses that had been driven into the snowfield was melting.

He felt that talent should be used to make the snow bigger, so that the white ocean-like ice and snow monsters could sweep away the rotting corpses.

The snow-white dragon's horn emits ripples invisible to the naked eye, with a large area, attracting black clouds and cold winds to rain down wind and snow, wrapping the sky and the earth, and winter is coming.

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

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

"So tired~"

The iron clothes are broken in the fierce battle, the horses are walking outside the pass, the golden knife and blood in the box are still wet, the wildfire is dark, the sky is dark and ghosts are crying, the black sea of ​​corpses is submerged in white, and the soldiers on the hills and grass slopes are excited and then at a loss.

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

What I felt after relaxing was deep exhaustion and wound pain. Looking back on the ups and downs of the past few days, there was not much joy of victory.

Perhaps the capital of the imperial court will be happy to celebrate the catastrophe, and there is no joy in the long meritorious deeds.

Victory, the victory filled with life, the generals of the ministries reported the death of 170,000 soldiers, and the number of wounded generals may reach 200,000. Only half of the 400,000 imperial troops outside the customs survived. In some people's eyes, 200,000 It can be recruited at any time, but that is 200,000 lives!

The old man Zhe really hoped that he too would die in the hands of evil spirits. Sometimes, living is more painful than dying...

There will always be death in war, and it is not appropriate to celebrate victories.

Anyway, Bai Yujun couldn't hold a celebration meeting after the brutal fight. Qiao Jin knew about the casualties of the Snake Demon soldiers, but Bai Yujun didn't dare to ask...

The sky was gloomy, the sun was blocked by the wind and snow, and the Allies were fine.

In ancient times, a few people came back from the battles and came to this bitter and cold place to shed their blood. They died in a hundred battles, and their souls never returned.

War is cruel. Comfortable people don’t understand it. Behind the bustling capital city, the brothels are full of passion. They chant poems, drink and sing loudly. When they win, they sing loudly. How can you comment without personal experience.

Who knows the pain when the sharp knife cuts the skin, flesh, belly, and intestines, and the corpse wrapped in horse leather sounds like a rush of blood, wishing to ride the horse Yanshan.

The white wave of ice and snow creatures submerged the sea of ​​black corpses. Maybe they didn't like the Southland. After solving the carrion corpses, they returned to the northern ice field one after another, and the allied forces began to gather and prepare to return to the fortress.

The herd of beasts receded, and the demon emperors and kings marched back to the Southern Wilderness Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Bai Yujun walked through the billowing smoke and landed, with scars and corpses all over the place, many of them were wearing silver-armored snake demon soldiers, perhaps due to the characteristics of the species, even if they died, they were indifferent and ruthless, without pain or ferocity, and the female demon soldiers were pretty and the male demon soldiers were handsome , before dying, most of the snake demons try their best to turn their heads and look to the southwest, looking at the 100,000 mountains in the distance...

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

Snowflakes fell, covering the red soil and corpses.

Qiao Jin and several other demon commanders stood beside them, all of them were injured and exhausted.

Bai Yujun didn't know whether it was right or wrong to send troops to a bloody battle to strengthen the snake monster clan, it was difficult to make a choice, maybe if she didn't send troops, she could spend her life wandering in the mountains and forests like before, and spent her life in a daze.

In order to create a prosperous age for the snake demon clan, 80,000 demon soldiers went out to the southern wasteland. Countless little snake demons never questioned their demon king, went out silently, and fought bravely until they fell outside the pass thousands of miles away from a hundred thousand mountains.

If there is another crisis of annihilation, Bai Yujun wonders if she will lead the army 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 vigorously, the sound of the horn was dull and whimpering...

Woo~

The sound of the horn of desolation spread into the distance.

Either alone or in a team of a dozen or so, the scattered demon soldiers gathered in the direction where the horn sounded,

Supporting the wounded soldiers, carrying the remains of the same clan, silently walked through the desolate battlefield.

Bai Yujun stood on the top of the withered yellow grass, hoping that the other demon soldiers would take time to return after walking too far...

Advanced armor cannot provide absolute protection. The armor of many demon soldiers is covered with scratches and bloodstains. Zombies have no blood. The blood of monsters is black, and the red blood is the blood of themselves or their comrades.

After waiting for two hours, the demon soldiers could no longer be seen returning.

There are only 40,000 demon soldiers assembled.

80,000 demon soldiers left the Southern Desolation, 20,000 stayed at the Great Wall, 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. It was the first time in hundreds of years that the casualties were so heavy ...

Forty thousand tired demon soldiers lined up neatly, and the demon generals were counting the casualties and corpses. If they don't leave any snake demon behind, even if they die, they will bring them back to the Southern Wilderness habitat.

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

Standing for a long time, hair scattered by the wind, staring at the distance, hoping that the demon soldiers who have not returned can hear the horn.

The trumpets keep calling...

In fact, Bai Yujun had already seen the souls of the demon soldiers wandering around the battlefield, and the reason why she stood still was because those souls of the demon soldiers saw their demon king, followed them to the death, and instinctively drifted over to gather, wanting to find herself in the queue Location……

Twenty thousand phantoms of dead souls stood in front of Bai Yujun, their eyes trusting as before.

I really don't want to...

Raised his sleeves to wipe away tears, choked up and told.

Living and dead, all the monster soldiers listened quietly.

"Northern Expedition in early summer, the flames of war are already frosty..."

"Yu Jun, thank you for fighting bloody battles for this beautiful land. No matter where you are or where you are going, just remember that our snake demon clan will never leave, and we will always be together..."

"The Snake Demon Army belongs to all brothers and sisters, please remember the oath to live and die together..."

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

"More than 20,000 compatriots of our family died in battle, their souls covered the springs, their souls returned to the long night, life and death are boundless, the body is dead, the gods are spirits, and the sons and souls are ghosts..."

"All the heroic spirits of the Snake Soldiers are still there, return to the formation and follow my banner, and return to the southern wilderness together, their souls are at peace, lead the sacrifices of our clan, don't be ghosts from other lands, only the souls of foreign lands..."

"Come...home with me."

The ethnic group won the opportunity to develop and grow but lost more than 20,000 compatriots. They asked themselves over and over again whether it was worthwhile, maybe they should have stayed in Nanhuang in the first place.

Facing the 40,000 ordinary low-level snake goblins who were still alive, Bai Yujun only felt the responsibility on her shoulders.

Ever since countless snakes died because of her, Bai Yujun's life not only belonged to her, but also belonged to her group.

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

Afterwards, Bai Yujun only gave one order to find all the corpses of the demon soldiers and take them back to the Great Wall and the Southern Wilderness to bury them in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.