The Long family army brought 20,000 troops, and 10,000 were killed, accounting for half of them.
Such a battle is too brutal, and the injured soldiers must save their lives.
Blood-sucking is the best way to heal wounds, and the blood of those barbarians is more effective.
Dugu Jiali asked the Long family army to go to the prisoner camp to arrest people.
Long Chen walked through the barracks, stood on the high platform, and said to the Long family army in the audience: "Everyone, I thank you brothers for today's battle!"
Long Chen bowed deeply to all the soldiers.
"The ghost blood will arrive soon. Brothers, you must hold on. Your families are still waiting, so you must hold on!"
Long Chen hopes to save the lives of every wounded soldier.
"Thank you, sir."
The soldiers were very moved.
They are willing to follow Long Chen and work hard, not only because Long Chen is awesome, but also because Long Chen does not look down on soldiers and treats them as equals as brothers.
The equality of officers and soldiers was difficult to achieve in ancient class society.
Soon, the barbarians came for bloodletting. The injured soldiers drank blood and ate meat, and their injuries quickly stabilized.
Long Chen visited every place in the military camp and didn't leave until late at night.
Back at the General's Mansion, Donna was waiting for Long Chen.
"King Wu."
Donna came forward with some excitement, while Long Chen still felt a little embarrassed about what happened during the day.
"What's the matter with General Tang?"
Donna took Long Chen's hand, walked in a little excitedly, and said, "When we were cleaning the battlefield, we found a weapon. Do you think it is the weapon of the Martial Saint?"
Long Chen thought something was wrong with Donna, but he didn't expect it to be the weapon of the Martial Saint?
Quickly walking into the room, Yan Gang and a young general looked at a black scimitar under the lamp.
"Meet King Wu."
When Long Chen entered, Yan Gang and the young general saluted at the same time.
"This is it."
Donna pointed to the machete on the shelf.
Long Chen looked at this scimitar, which was about 1.5 meters long. It was completely black and non-reflective. The blade was simple, and the handle had no decoration, but it gave off a chill that made people feel cold. Feeling fear.
"We found this when we were cleaning the battlefield outside the city. General Mo saw that it looked a bit like the weapon of the Martial Saint, so he took it back and asked the Martial King to identify it."
Yan Gang explained beside him.
Long Chen stretched out his hand to pick up the scimitar, and felt a heavy feeling in his hand, weighing at least fifty kilograms.
When I took hold of the machete, I felt a chill and a bloody feeling.
This blade seems to be full of blood, and the black color seems to be the color of blood after it has condensed.
"Hurry up and ask General Yuwen to come over!"
Long Chen was a little excited. He had only seen Black Moon once and was not sure if it was the weapon of the Martial Saint.
Donna turned her head and glanced at the soldier at the door. The soldier immediately ran to ask Yu Wenkai to come over.
"King Wu, is this the weapon of the Martial Saint?"
Yan Gang also asked excitedly.
Long Chen shook his head and said: "I'm not sure. I've only met him once. I must know General Yuwen. Wait until he comes."
Soon, Yu Wenkai, Yang Hu, and Tan Wenyue hurried in.
Seeing the scimitar in Long Chen's hand, Yu Wenkai laughed and said: "Good boy, I got the weapon of the Martial Saint again."
Yu Wenkai snatched the scimitar, looked at it carefully in his hand, and laughed: "It's the Black Moon, the Black Moon of the Martial Saint!"
Yang Hu and Tan Wenyue happily gathered around and said: "Martial Saint's Black Moon is lost, what else is there? There are two Black Moons, but there is one more?"
It takes two scimitars to form the Black Moon. They want to see where the second scimitar is?
Yan Gang shook his head and said, "No, I searched all over. I asked all the brothers, but I couldn't find the second one, only this one."
Yang Hu and Tan Wenyue cried out that it was a pity.
Yu Wenkai smiled and said: "What a pity. If we get one of them, the black moon will be incomplete. Wu Sheng doesn't want to use the black moon again. I will make it difficult for the moon to be full."
Black Moon must combine two scimitars into one
body, and then use the Black Moon skill.
If one of them is lost, the Black Moon will be incomplete and become a waste product.
A black moon like today will never happen again.
"You bastard, you can do it. I took away the Ghost Girl's Storm Sword and destroyed the Martial Saint's Black Moon. This battle was worth it!"
Yu Wenkai's heavy mood suddenly improved.
"The old general's black gun is broken. He just needs this black moon. Where can you use it?"
Long Chen has the Storm Sword. He doesn’t need any more weapons, and Yu Wenkai is just right to use it.
Yu Wenkai waved it twice and said with a smile: "I won't be polite to you kid, I want what belongs to the Martial Saint."
Donna and Yan Gang beamed with joy, they finally made a contribution.
Black Moon was captured by Long Chen, and finding it would be considered a meritorious service by the two of them.
"You have done great service. Whoever finds it will be credited to him!"
Long Chen said to Donna, who immediately bowed: "General, I will obey."
Long Chen and Yu Wenkai happily went back to their rooms to rest.
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Five hundred miles north of Yuncheng.
The ghost girl stopped and gently put down the martial saint in her arms.
"Husband."
The ghost girl's eyes were red and she was crying.
Wu Sheng's ribs were soaked with blood, and his body was almost broken.
Long Chen ignored the ghost girl's sneak attack and crushed him once with the green dragon. Wu Sheng resisted with all his strength and saved his life.
The demon spirits chased me from behind, followed by five thousand ghost soldiers.
After Wu Sheng set out, the ghost girl was restless in the ice field, always feeling that something was going to happen.
Long Chen was full of tricks and was ambushed every time. Wu Sheng actually caught Long Chen's loophole this time, and the ghost girl felt something was wrong.
After Wu Sheng set out, the ghost girl also led five thousand troops out of the ice field and headed for Yuncheng.
In addition to worrying about Wu Sheng, the ghost girl also wants to find the ghost fetus herself.
Seeing that autumn was approaching and winter was not far away, but the ghost fetus was nowhere to be seen, she was really worried that something might happen to the ghost fetus.
< br> If the ghost fetus really dies, the ghost girl must seek revenge from Long Chen.
When they arrived near Yuncheng, they heard the roar of dragons. The ghost girl knew that she had fallen into a trap and immediately flew to the battlefield.
Seeing Wu Sheng being attacked by a sneak attack, the ghost girl tried her best to kill Long Chen.
However, Long Chen was determined to kill Wu Sheng. Regardless of the ghost girl's attack, Qinglong slammed into Wu Sheng.
After defeating Long Chen, the ghost girl picked up Wu Sheng and left, unwilling to fight.
After running five hundred miles in one breath, the ghost girl stopped and carefully examined Wu Sheng's injuries.
The demon spirit jumped off the horse and knelt beside him. Looking at the injured and disabled Martial Saint, the demon spirit's hands were trembling.
"How could it be so badly injured?"
The demon spirit couldn't believe that such a powerful martial saint was beaten like this by Long Chen.
The ghost girl's voice trembled as she said, "Blood, human blood."
The demon immediately turned around and ordered the ghost soldiers to bring human blood.
Two bottles of human blood were brought and the ghost girl carefully fed them to Wu Sheng.
Blood filled his mouth, and Wu Sheng could no longer move his mouth.
His face was beaten to pieces, his mouth was also broken, and Wu Sheng was beyond recognition.
Slowly and carefully pry open Wu Sheng's lips and teeth, the ghost girl is afraid of getting her face broken.
Then, the ghost girl took a sip of blood and slowly put it into Wu Sheng's mouth.
Little by little, slowly put it into the mouth, Wu Sheng's throat moved slightly.
In fact, Wu Sheng was still conscious, but he was injured too seriously and couldn't move his body.
He has a strong desire to live, he doesn't want to die, he wants revenge.
A bottle of blood entered his abdomen, and Wu Sheng's wound was slowly recovering. The wound pierced by the spear was originally scorched black and smoking, but after someone bleed, the wound finally stopped bleeding.
"Your Majesty, the injury has stopped."
The demon spirit said in surprise.
The ghost girl shed tears in her eyes, and every tear turned into ice particles and fell.
"When did my husband suffer such serious injuries?"
