It was a big day, and corpses outside Chujia Fort were everywhere and blood flowed into a river.

The Chu archers on the top of the city stopped attacking tacitly. Taking advantage of the last bit of sunset, the brigade of Lifu from the city of Yazhou, the servants walked onto the battlefield and silently collected the bodies.

Amid the low roar, several Chu family members enshrined secret techniques on the city wall. A white wave rushed up more than ten feet from the junction of the moat and the external waters, and washed away the silted mine slave corpses along the moat.

Fire dragons wind into the camp outside the city. In the territory of Qizhou, the private armies of wealthy families who were closer to Qizhou City entered the camp.

Because of Ying Xiu'er's strict orders, these wealthy families not only brought their own private guards, but also brought those powerful servants of Kong Wu, long-term workers who could wield sticks, tenants who rented their land, etc., and even strong and strong women were dispatched like moving.

These teams range from three to five thousand to ten thousand, and there was no discipline at all. They were making noise and frolicking all the way. Under the cold eyes of countless wild warriors, they walked into the camp without fear.

In the heart of the camp, in a tent specially built for Lu Gu, Ying Xiu'er knelt behind a piano platform and looked at the guqin in front of her extremely serious.

Lu Gu sat lazily behind another piano stand, slightly raising her eyes and looking at Ying Xiu'er with a smile.

The fragrance flowed in the tent, and several Ying Xiu'er's close servant girls bit their lower lip tightly, and their bodies trembled slightly. They spent a lot of effort before they forced themselves to stand in the tent, without covering their ears and running out.

Suddenly, Ying Xiu'er hooked her fingers on the guqin, and her fingers stiffly raised her fingers and heard a "dong buzzing, creaking" sound. The extremely unpleasant sound of the zither rolled out like a flood and beast, instantly filling the entire tent, like lightning-rushing, filling everyone's ears.

Lu Gu sighed lightly, she supported her hands on the piano stage, her two white fingers gently plugged the ear holes, and said softly: "Young Master Ying, it is also great to be the female commander who is in charge of the army and the general who leads the war, why must she be proficient in music?"

Lu Gu means that you should take a large group of reckless men to kill people. If you have no talent for music, don’t ruin the rare and ever-present guqin in front of you here, which has been preserved from the ancient Qin Dynasty.

Ying Xiu'er gritted her teeth tightly, and a blue vein on her forehead raised high. She suppressed the anger in her heart and smiled in a calm tone: "Xiu'er is dull, which makes Sister Lu Gu laugh. However, Xiu'er is proficient in poetry, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Xiu'er just needs to learn a little bit."

With a long sigh, gently pushing the guqin away with both hands, Ying Xiu'er said dejectedly: "It's all for today, Sister Lu's rest. If you have any requirements, just speak to the people below. Sister Lu's is a distinguished guest of my Ying clan, and no one dares to neglect it."

Standing up, Ying Xiu'er walked out of the tent.

Lu Gu's eyes flashed a few times, and she asked behind Ying Xiu'er: "Young Master Ying, why are you doing this? Is it really just to break through the Chu Family Fort and avenge your parents?"

Lu Gu then asked, "Lu Gu is not engaged in military affairs, but he also saw that Young Master Ying seems to be in a hurry to break through the Chu family fort these days? Could it be that Young Master Ying is just deliberately consuming military power?"

Ying Xiu'er pondered for a moment, turned around, smiled and bowed to Lu Gu, "What a pure and carefree person, Sister Lu Gu? Sister Lu doesn't need to ask about these common things. What Xiu'er does has her own intention."

After a slight pause, Ying Xiu'er said in a deep voice: "Siu'er is the young master of the Ying clan, so she naturally has to plan for the Ying clan. As for the others, she really doesn't care about it. This 'other' naturally includes the lives of those wealthy private armies, and even the top figures of various wealthy families. If they need to sacrifice them, they will naturally have to sacrifice them."

Before Lu Gu could ask, Ying Xiuer asked her with a smile: "Sister Lu Gu knows, what is the explanation of the word "sacrifice"?"

Lu Gu remained silent.

Ying Xiu'er smiled calmly, bowed to Lu Gu again, turned around and walked out of the tent.

The so-called "sacrifice" is naturally not just about dying in battle on the battlefield. In the ancient Qin Dynasty before the Great Jin Dynasty, the meaning of "sacrifice" was to sacrifice to heaven and earth, and a large number of livestock slaughtered were called "sacrifice".

In Ying Xiu'er's heart, the private soldiers from various wealthy families in the coalition camp were just "sacrifices".

The sun completely sank, and the thick night covers the world. In the sky above the hundred thousand wilderness, the night seems to be heavier and heavier. There is no moon or stars tonight. The sky is dark and dark clouds are covered with dark clouds. A series of cold and biting cool breezes blow out from the cracks of the clouds, blowing on people, making people feel cold all over, and despair is born out of thin air from the heart.

Ying Xiu'er raised her head, looked at the dark sky, and suddenly muttered subconsciously: "It is said that ten thousand years ago, on the day of the fall of the Qin Dynasty, the sun, moon and stars were gone for three years, and darkness shrouded the heaven and earth for three years. There was blood rain in the sky, and demons were born in the earth. The powerful Qin Dynasty died like this."

"I don't know, compared with today's darkness, what does it look like for three years?"

"Shit, the little girl knows a lot? Hey, is such a smooth little girl actually the commander of these lonely ghosts? There is no human race, and each generation is worse than the other!" A sarcastic sneer came from the dark side, and several close maids beside Ying Xiu'er immediately shouted loudly.

A cold wind came, and Lu Yingying, a skeleton ghost hand about a meter radius, rushed towards Ying Xiu'er in the cold wind, and was about to grab her in her hand.

Several of Ying Xiu'er's maids shot out the swords in their hands, and four or five silver-lit sword lights slashed hard on the skeleton ghost's hands. Only a "hissing" sound was heard, and a few ghost fires attached to the sword burned wildly. In a few seconds, the sword forged by Qianliang's fine steel was burned into iron.

The palms of several maids were burned with black smoke from the red hilt of swords. They screamed in pain, and their bodies were even more shaking by a strange force like current, and their branches trembled and staggered backwards.

Only Ying Xiu'er was left alone facing the skeleton ghost claws that were rushing towards her. She shouted softly, and a rush rushed out from behind her. The Canglong shell map rushed out of the darkness, and the "slam" circled around Ying Xiu'er in a loud voice.

In the picture, the eyes of the dragon were scarlet red, and a faint dragon roar came. Two blood lights shot out from the dragon's eyes and hit the green skeleton ghost claws hard.

A muffled groan came from the darkness, and the skeleton ghost claws shattered in the air.

"Okay, the picture of Canglong's shell removal! What a bunch of waste. The fat meat he delivered to the door back then failed to get this treasure!"
Chapter completed!