When Tong Boyi finished singing "Loyalty and Righteousness" and began to sing a war song, the soldiers in heaven understood it immediately.
"The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty... the pass of the Han Dynasty..." "The long march of thousands of miles... the people have not returned..." After singing only two sentences, the angry Antu Lu loudly said: "Kill him!"
Two six-legged beasts leaped up and flew past Tong Boyi on both sides.
The two swords flashed like lightning.
Tong Boyi's head was chopped off with one knife.
A knife slashed through his chest.
Tong Boyi's body turned into three parts and fell to the ground.
But the war songs did not stop on this ended battlefield.
"But the Dragon City...ah...the flying general is here..." A human soldier with at least three scars on his body chanted loudly and waved his steel knife to slash at the enemy, but as soon as he raised his steel knife, the enemy's
The machete had already stabbed into his chest.
He tried his best to chop down the enemy.
But the enemy was wearing heavy armor and it did not hurt the enemy.
"Don't teach... Hu..." "Huma..." "Du Yin Mountain..." "Qin Shi Mingyue..." War songs kept ringing on the battlefield, and the furious Antulu shouted: "Kill all these ants.
!Kill them all!”
The wind blew loudly, blowing the bloody smell on this wasteland battlefield into the distance, and at the same time, it also blew the indomitable souls of the human warriors to the kingdom of heaven.
There is no longer a living human soldier on the battlefield dragging his body to attack the enemy. This battle has been completely declared over.
However, it seems that all the heavenly soldiers can still hear that terrible war song in their ears.
Many heavenly soldiers raised their masks, and their expressions were no longer arrogant, but seemed to be a bit fearful.
They couldn't imagine why these weak human ants weren't afraid of death.
Tens of thousands of wounded soldiers who were left on the battlefield unable to retreat, knowing clearly that they were bound to die, why did they still wield the steel sword to attack themselves feebly?
Why don't they join the Servant Army?
Isn't surrendering to heaven the greatest gift to these ants?
Why would they rather be chopped into pieces than put down the steel knife in their hands?
The Phantom Princess finally lowered her noble head and began to activate the servant army.
The so-called servant army is not a warrior from heaven or underworld, but a human warrior.
Not everyone is as loyal and courageous as Yang Zhentian and Tong Boyi, and not everyone is Yang Sanlang who did not care about life and death in front of the two armies.
There will definitely be many people who are greedy for life and afraid of death and surrender to the heaven, and become the minions of the heaven to attack the human world.
It can be expected that in the future catastrophe on earth, human warriors will not only have to face enemies from heaven, but also enemies from the human world.
War reports from the Western Regions were immediately conveyed to every corner of the world.
In the battle of the ancient sand dune city, the human warriors killed more than 24,300 enemies, suffered more than 69,200 self-inflicted losses, and injured more than 57,000 people.
Even if the enemy did not ride a six-legged beast, there would still be such a large casualty ratio. The main reason is that the enemy occupied the ancient sand dune city.
Moreover, the time given to Guo Changzhuo was very short. He must capture Sand Dune City at all costs in the shortest possible time.
In the cavalry battle in the wasteland north of Sand Dune City, the 100,000-strong Celestial Storm Legion spearheaded the battle. More than 40,000 people were killed and more than 20,000 were injured. More than half of the battle force was reduced.
The human cavalry suffered even greater losses. More than one million cavalry from the Middle Kingdom and the Western Regions fought together. As many as 300,000 people died in the battle, and at least 200,000 cavalry were injured.
The losses of war horses were also great.
The horses of the light cavalry are not armored like the horses of the heavy cavalry.
Facing the fangs and claws of the six-legged beasts, many war horses were bitten and scratched, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.
But no matter what, this battle can be considered a victory.
The two wars resulted in nearly 400,000 human casualties and approximately 70,000 celestial casualties.
A battle loss ratio of one to six is a victory for the human world.
But it was also a miserable victory.
If the ancient city of Dune had not been supported by the word "total annihilation", then last night's tragic battle would have been a defeat for the world.
In just one battle, the human cavalry lost 400,000 men.
This made Guo Changyu, who was in charge of cavalry operations in the Western Regions, very worried about whether the three million cavalry in his hands could last for five days.
There is a small town on the wilderness trail.
At three o'clock in the morning, the old and weak women and children of the ancient town were all listening at the entrance of the town to the master in the Yamen, reading aloud the imperial newspaper that had just been delivered, telling about the cavalry war in the Western Regions that had just ended.
When they heard that more than 300,000 brave soldiers died on the battlefield in just three hours, the common people looked sad.
Especially there were dozens of middle-aged men with missing arms and legs in the crowd. They were all injured during the war ten years ago. They were all proud soldiers on the battlefield, but because of their injuries, they had no chance to fight again.
The comrades fought side by side, and they all clenched their fists at this moment.
From the school grounds outside the town, the shouts of the Women's Army and the Children's Army during training could be heard, adding a bit of chill to this remote town.
"The Western Region is in emergency, the Northern Region is in emergency, and the world is in emergency. This is the autumn of the survival of civilizations of all races in the world. I hope that people of all races will work together to resist the catastrophe and defend their homeland..." These were the last words in the Di newspaper.
The old storyteller sighed, patted the rice pail and said, "Let's go."
Fan Tong followed, and Yuan Xiaolou, who was carrying a bamboo pole and cloth curtain and leading a small donkey, turned around and followed.
After leaving the town, Yuan Xiaolou looked a little worried as he looked at the women's army and child soldiers outside the town who were intensifying their training day and night.
She said: "Grandpa, there is a war in the Western Regions. Do you think Yumen Pass can be defended?"
The old storyteller said sadly: "Looking back at all the catastrophes, Yumen Pass has never been defended. It is only a matter of time before it is broken."
Yuan Xiaolou had just left from the direction of Yumenguan, and he knew the terrain and landforms along the way quite well.
She said worriedly: "Once the Yumen Pass is defeated, there will be no dangerous passes to the east, only the Great Plains of Guanzhong will be left."
The old storyteller said hoarsely: "Once the direction of Yumen Pass is breached, Lanzhou, Dingxi, Guyuan, Yinchuan, Tianshui, Chencang, these three states, six counties and twenty-seven counties will be equivalent to fall.
After the Tianjie cavalry captured Chencang, Chang'an was completely exposed to the enemy's sight.
Oh, catastrophe, catastrophe! I don’t know how many innocent people suffered in this catastrophe.
Maybe the pressure theory of Empress Nuwa is wrong, and the theory of the evolution of living beings of the Eternal Dharma God and King Fuxi is right..." Yuan Xiaolou said: "Grandpa, what are you talking about?
What kind of pressure theory, what kind of evolutionary theory?"
The old storyteller shook his head and said: "It's nothing. You are still young now. You may know about it in the future."
Yuan Xiaolou doesn't care about these, she cares about Ye Xiaochuan.
She said: "Grandpa, let's not go to Qilin Mountain. Didn't we hear yesterday that the Red Army appeared in the Dragon Gate area of the Western Region? Maybe my husband will also appear there. Let's turn around and go back."
The old storyteller rolled his eyes and said: "We are almost at Qilin Mountain, you girl, are you thinking of going back now?
Isn’t this going to tire Grandpa and the rest of his family to death?
Besides, the land in the Western Region has been reduced to a battlefield. Why don’t you go back and die?
The catastrophe is coming from the west and north, now we have to go southeast, toward Cangyun Mountain, then it will be safe!"
