Qianlong City won a great victory!
Countless officers and soldiers stood on the battlefield.
The battlefield was already dyed red with blood.
Red seems to be the only tone of this battlefield.
Countless corpses were lying on the ground, and a stench kept coming.
But they didn't seem to notice, they just stood there quietly, their eyes falling on their former colleagues, former classmates and teachers.
Even though Qianlong City was victorious this time, there were still many powerful human beings who died here.
Their lives come to an end here.
Some of those who survived stood there in confusion.
Some people's bodies were shaking constantly, as if they had not yet recovered from their anger.
Some people kept sniffing their noses, and tears mixed with blood fell down.
"ah!!!!"
A gray-clothed student from Qianlong Academy was kneeling on the ground, and in front of him was a rather good-looking woman.
Also wearing gray clothes.
"Qianqian!!!!"
He cried heartbreakingly, even though his lacrimal glands could no longer secrete tears, and his eyes became extremely hollow.
But he still couldn't hide his sincerity.
Although this battle was won.
However, how many friends, classmates, colleagues, and teachers have stayed here forever.
When Su Yu came back from a distance with the Dragon Slayer Army, he looked at the scene in front of him and fell silent.
Su Yu turned his head and asked hoarsely.
"How many people did the Dragon Slayer Army lose?"
Marquis Wan Shui hesitated for a moment, then said.
"Young Marshal, there are 1,382 Dragon Slayers in Qianlong City, and now there are only 1,005 left!"
"Three hundred and seventy-seven people died?"
Su Yu was silent
.
Looking at Su Yu's expression, Wan Shuihou comforted him.
"Young Marshal, there is something I shouldn't say, but compared with previous battles, our losses this time are very small."
Wan Shuihou said seriously.
"Young Marshal, before you became Young Marshal and came to Qianlong City, there were a total of 5,000 people in Qianlong City who were separated from the Dragon Slayer Army, but now there are only more than 1,000 people left."
"In every battle, large or small, countless people died. Our Dragon Slayer Army is the first army in Great Xia, and our losses are already very few."
"Moreover, this time under the leadership of the young marshal, the damage to our Dragon Slayer Army is almost negligible."
Wan Shuihou said excitedly.
However, Su Yu remained silent.
"But... people are still dead!"
Su Yu said hoarsely.
Wan Shuihou was silent. He didn't know how to comfort Su Yu.
This time, three million troops pressed into Qianlong City. Under the leadership of Su Yu, the Dragon-Slaying Army turned into sword blades and charged into the battle. Only more than three hundred people died.
But the damage caused to the army of all races was extremely terrifying.
This is a victory he has never won since he was separated from the Dragon Slayer Army.
Wan Shuihou pondered for a moment, and then said seriously.
"Young Marshal, Ci can't control the troops!"
The profound voice fell into Su Yu's ears. Su Yu's body trembled slightly for a moment, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
I took out this harvest from the space ring.
Su Yu's harvest this time was extremely rich.
Charging at the front, although extremely dangerous, is also the most rewarding.
Just the energy stone, Su
Yu seized hundreds of thousands, including hundreds of low-grade star stones and dozens of mid-grade star stones.
I have to say that the resources of the Ten Thousand Races are really much better than those of the Human Race.
Even some second-rate races are much better than the human race due to the tilt of resources.
It's a pity that the human race is a race given by God, and cannot be compared with these races.
"Take all of this to the families of these dead brothers!"
Su Yu sighed.
People have died in battle, and Su Yu can't change it, so he can only do his meager strength.
"this."
Wan Shuihou looked at the resources in Su Yu's hand and his pupils suddenly shrank, and then he gave a bitter smile.
"Young Marshal, it is too generous. According to the regulations of the Warriors Association, we cannot use so much."
Su Yu suddenly looked at Wan Shuihou and said in a deep voice.
"Do as I say!"
Wan Shuihou was stunned, looking at Su Yu's serious eyes, his heart trembled slightly.
He took over Su Yu's resources, which even a powerful man like him did not have so much.
He said hoarsely.
"Then I would like to thank the young marshal on behalf of my dead brother!"
Su Yu took a deep breath, suppressed the soreness at the tip of his nose, looked at the remaining officers of the Dragon Slayer Army, and shouted loudly.
"The Dragon Slayer Army fights for the human race. I don't care what the Warriors Association stipulates. From now on, as long as I, Su Yu, are still around, any brother of the Dragon Slayer Army who dies in battle will be responsible for their family members."
Su Yu is responsible alone!"
"Although I, Su Yu, am not a rich and powerful person, I have climbed up step by step from the bottom. The teacher asked me to become this young marshal. Now that I am, I have to take on the responsibility of this young marshal. I don't
I will make any brother who trusts me sacrifice in vain!"
"Dragon Slayers
Long live!"
Su Yu took a deep breath, slapped his right fist heavily on his heart, and said seriously.
More than a thousand officers and soldiers of the Dragon Slayer Army looked at Su Yu with shock in their hearts.
Wan Shuihou's heart was full of thoughts. The next moment, Wan Shuihou knelt down directly in front of Su Yu. He also pressed his right fist tightly to his heart and shouted loudly.
"Follow the Young Marshal to the death!"
Following Wan Shuihou's actions, the other Dragon Slayer Army officers half-knelt on the ground in excitement, looking at Su Yu with fiery eyes.
"Follow the Young Marshal to the death!"
Tears filled their eyes.
On top of the city wall, the veteran lay limply on the ground as if he had lost all strength, crying and laughing.
"We won. We finally won!"
Many soldiers, like veterans, looked at the battlefield that was gradually calming down and smiled from the bottom of their hearts.
It’s not easy to win!
Above the void, the Hidden Dragon King and the Holy Spear King had already gone down and began to clean up the battlefield and recuperate.
Although they won, who knows that Wanzu will not launch a second wave of attacks.
Zhao Tianxing stood there quietly, his eyes always staying on the spot where Mr. Xuan died, his eyes sad.
At this time, Li Changsheng came to Zhao Tianxing's side. Looking at Zhao Tianxing's appearance, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Is this really worth it?"
Zhao Tianxing smiled slightly when he heard Li Changsheng's words.
"Whether it is worth it or not, this is the responsibility of the principal."
He paused and then said.
"Senior brother, let those little guys come to the office. I may not have much time."
Hearing this, Li Changsheng's heart suddenly sank.
This chapter has been completed!