This war in the human world has basically ended. Only the Tianhuo Dong in southern Xinjiang and tens of thousands of celestial warriors are still resisting. However, it is only a matter of time before the senior officials in Southern Xinjiang take Ye Xiaochuan's vicious suggestion and conquer the Tianhuo Dong.
In Yingzui Cliff and the southern wasteland, they have begun to clean up the battlefield, collecting corpses, packing weapons, and looking for the lost Skyfire Beasts.
His Majesty, the current Emperor of the Zhao Dynasty, issued twelve edicts in one day to inform the world.
Middle-earth, Western Region, Southern Border, Northern Border... Every place in the human world has received news of the Yingzui Cliff catastrophe and the complete annihilation of the incoming legions from the heavens.
The whole country celebrates, the whole world celebrates...
Everyone here celebrated this hard-won victory.
Some people cheer for joy, some people burst into tears, and some people hug their heads and cry.
For more than a year, no, to be precise, for the past three years, when the imperial court began to prepare for war vigorously, the world fell into a huge panic.
When the catastrophe came to southern Xinjiang a year ago and then moved northward, the imperial court began to tell the people the beginning and end of the catastrophe, as well as the history of previous catastrophes.
Heaven is the place that mortals yearn for. Faced with the attack of heavenly soldiers and generals, many mortals have a pessimistic mentality, thinking that mortals cannot defeat the heavenly beings in heaven, and believe that the catastrophe is a punishment from heaven for His Majesty's failure to practice virtue.
The southern gate of Middle-earth, which was originally thought to be undefendable, is now held. Middle-Earth has been saved, and the world has been saved. Everyone is silent in the joy of victory, and no one cares about how many people have died.
The human battle losses have been calculated, but His Majesty the Emperor did not announce it to the public because of various factors. During the seven days of hard fighting, more than 16,394,000 human soldiers died and 2,425,000 were injured.
There were more than five hundred people injured, and most of them were cavalry from the Middle-earth and Western Regions. The number of wounded soldiers who escaped from the battle in the canyon was very small.
Its tiny.
As for the five tribes in southern Xinjiang, the foreign tribes, and the beast riders in northern Xinjiang, the casualties were also very large, and it was difficult to complete the statistics in a short time.
Sixteen million kilograms of corpses of human warriors and four million corpses of heavenly warriors, a total of more than 20 million corpses, were piled up on the defense line of Yingzui Cliff Canyon and the southern wasteland outside.
Seven days, only seven days of fighting, and more than two million people died heroically almost every day.
Of course His Majesty the Emperor would not dare to publish such tragic data.
China mobilized 60 million young and middle-aged men to form a regular army, but nearly one-third of it was reimbursed in just one battle. If this data is released to the world, there will be big problems in the entire China.
The corpses in the wasteland are easy to deal with. After all, the wasteland is vast. After collecting the corpses, they can be loaded onto the chariot and taken away.
It is difficult to clean up the corpses in the canyon.
In the twenty-mile-long canyon, there was no place where you could see the ground beneath your feet. Corpses were all over the canyon, layer after layer, layer upon layer, several feet thick.
Especially on the south side of Eagle Belly Mountain, corpses were piled up into a mountain that was almost as tall as Eagle Belly Mountain. Moreover, the corpses of those giant warriors and madman warriors were too large, making it very difficult to clean them up.
The flame kept burning on the body and showed no intention of extinguishing.
So General Hong Qi wrote to burn the corpses of both the enemy and ourselves in the canyon on the spot.
His Majesty the Emperor adopted General Hong Qi's suggestion and sent monks from the Royal Cultivation Academy to the Western Regions overnight to transport a large amount of fire oil.
Zhao Shiqu was not buried in a three-inch-thick coffin as he had hoped for during his lifetime.
The coffin he brought from Hanyang City had long been destroyed by the flames of the Skyfire Beast.
After the last enemy on the battlefield was chopped into pieces, the whole army boiled for two hours, with all the soldiers waving their weapons and roaring loudly.
Two hours later, the celebrations stopped, and all the soldiers fell into endless sadness.
The crowded human soldiers on the north side of Yingbelly Mountain made a way. His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress led the civil and military officials to slowly come from the north. Behind the civil and military officials was a huge nanmu coffin.
There were sixteen lifting poles on the nanmu coffin weighing ten thousand kilograms. Thirty-two cultivators from the Royal Cultivation Academy carried the coffin slowly forward in the valley.
Everyone has a white cloth wrapped on their forehead.
They came to collect the bodies of the marching general manager of Jiannan Road.
This group of people walked slowly to the northern foot of Eagle Belly Mountain, and then went up the mountain.
Zhao Shiqu was still standing there upright. He had been dead for a long time. His body had no support, but he never fell down.
Yang Shiqu, Zhao Shiqu's best friend during his lifetime, also had a white cloth tied on his head. He knelt down behind Zhao Shiqu and was burning Ming coins in a copper basin.
There was only so much he could do for this friend.
His Majesty the Emperor burst into tears when he saw Zhao Shiqu's straight back, and shouted: "Shiqu!" Zhao Shiqu, male, was born in the 18th year of Yongtai. He inherited the title of King of Hanyang and had a fiefdom of 3,400 miles. In the 52nd year of Yongtai, he was promoted to the sword
The general manager of the South Road March, with more than 4,600 troops in charge. The following year, he defended the fourth line of defense at Yingzui Cliff at Yingfu Mountain and fought for seven days to die for his country.
, died at the age of thirty-four. He was later granted the title of Grand Marshal of the World's Soldiers and Horses, King of Han Dynasty in Jiannan, with a fiefdom of sixty-three prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River, inherited from generation to generation, and retired with the country.
From then on, the glory of Zhao Shiqu's life came to an end. More than ten years later, his son Zhao Chengzhi inherited his father's legacy and took command in armor. He fought hard against the Heavenly Army and Yandang Mountain for several months, but the entire army was wiped out. People in the Later Heavenly Realm learned about Zhao Cheng
Zhinai was the son of Zhao Shiqu, the former coach of Yingzui Cliff. He was angry and whipped his corpse three thousand times.
, grind the bones and meat with a stone mill, cook and eat them.
This is all a story for later.
The emperor and empress led the civil and military officials to conduct a grand sacrificial event on Eagle Belly Mountain.
Not only Zhao Shiqu was worshiped, but also Yang Zhentian, Feng Zhiang, and the more than 16 million human soldiers who died in the battle.
In the middle of the night, countless sky lanterns are rising, not just on Yingzui Cliff, but everywhere in the world. They are using the sky lanterns to attract the souls of human soldiers who died on the battlefield.
The sound of the war drums kept ringing, ringing, and never stopped.
It was not until the next day that the sacrificial activities came to an end.
Zhao Shiqu's body was put into a nanmu coffin, carried by thirty-two cultivators, and flew slowly.
Wherever he passed, the soldiers on the ground, on the cliffs, and on the fortifications all knelt on one knee and sent their commander off.
No matter how great the losses were in this battle, Zhao Shiqu fulfilled his due responsibility.
He won the respect of the entire army.
Yang Ershi watched Zhao Shiqu's coffin slowly leave. He wiped away his tears, turned around and flew towards Hanyang City in the west.
Many things after the war are very cumbersome. His Majesty the Emperor had communicated with him last night and asked the Yang family to help appease the people of Jiangnan Province. Now he must rush back to Hanyang City immediately to arrange post-war matters.
