"What nonsense are you talking about? Drink it quickly."
Long Chen urged, and Gan Zhen was moved to drink a glass of blood.
The military doctor immediately bandaged Long Chen's wound. Long Chen told the military doctor to leave it alone and just take good care of Gan Zhen.
"It's a pity that the old witch is not dead. She killed many of our brothers."
Gan Zhen felt it was a pity, Long Chen said: "The war is still going on, don't worry, there is always a chance to kill her."
The priest demon is not very powerful, so if you encounter it next time, just kill it.
Gan Zhen lay on the bed and asked: "Sir, we defeated the ghost tribe this time, are we going to launch a counterattack?"
After this battle, Long Chen roughly estimated that the ghost clan's 90,000-strong army had lost at least 60,000, leaving only 30,000 troops.
However, the losses at Yanmen Pass were also heavy. At least half of the elite soldiers were killed. The exact number of dead soldiers has to wait for the final figure.
"We also need to rest and recuperate. Too many brothers were killed this time."
Long Chen saw the signs of rot in the wound on Gan Zhen's back slowly slowing down, proving that his blood was effective.
Gan Zhen said: "Yes, too many brothers died this time."
"When can we break into the ghost clan's lair and kill them all?"
Long Chen smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will lead you to attack. Take good care of your injuries."
After coming out of the ward, Long Chen was about to go back to his room to rest when a noise came from the distance. It sounded like a very fierce argument.
"what happened?"
Long Chen stopped and looked over, faintly hearing the two sides fighting over the ghost clan.
"Go over and have a look."
Long Chen walked over quickly and saw three martial arts men and soldiers from Nanliang fighting for a ghost soldier.
"What's going on? What's the noise about?"
Han Ziping walked over and asked.
When an old man with gray beard and hair saw Long Chen, he immediately came over and said, "Little old man, I pay my respects to King Wu and ask King Wu to make the decision for us."
When several Nanliang soldiers saw Long Chen, they immediately retreated. There was a corpse of a ghost soldier on the ground.
"Tell me, what's going on?"
Long Chen had already roughly guessed it.
The old man said: "The youngest is Liu Sheng of Heyunmen of Nanliang. A few of us fought desperately to capture a ghost tribe during the daytime battle. We were about to take him back, but we were seen by a few of them. I must say that they were the ones who caught him."
"King Wu Mingjian, seven of our brothers worked together, and in the end only three survived. This was earned with the lives of our brothers."
Long Chen nodded slightly, looked at the soldiers in Nanliang, and asked, "What do you say?"
Several soldiers looked at each other and said nothing.
"If you don't say anything, you are robbing others."
"I'm sorry everyone, my military orders are not strict, you can leave."
The three old men bowed excitedly: "King Wu does things fairly, thank you very much King Wu."
When they saw Long Chen coming over just now, the three of them were worried that Long Chen was showing favoritism, but they didn't expect him to be so fair.
After the three people left with the corpses of the ghosts, Long Chen looked at several Nanliang soldiers and said, "If you want something, you can take it on the battlefield. They also paid for it with their lives."
Long Chen didn't want to say more, turned around and left with Han Ziping.
Rumble...
The dark clouds above Yanmenguan let out a dull thunder.
Long Chen raised his head and looked at the bright lights flashing in the clouds, feeling a pity in his heart.
The method of burning smoke and causing rain was still effective, but unfortunately there was no rain.
If it suddenly rains and clears up during the day, those ghosts will definitely be burned to pieces, which is more effective than bullets.
"It actually thundered."
Han Ziping raised his head and said...
"Thundering is useless, raining is helpful. You should go back and rest."
Long Chen went back to his room to rest, and Han Ziping also went back to rest.
...
grassland.
The ghost girl and Wu Shengcang retreated in panic, running for hundreds of miles before they dared to stop and rest.
The ghost girl placed Wu Sheng on the ground, and a piece of ice condensed under her body.
This is the ability of the ghost girl, she can control ice.
The wounds on Wu Sheng's face and chest were scorched black, and the surrounding flesh was growing rapidly. However, the blasted area was burned by the Demon Suppressing Stone, and the sawdust was embedded in the flesh, making it difficult for the wounds to heal.
That short stick was made of ordinary wood on the outside, sacred wood on the inside, and explosives on the inside, mixed with magic stone powder.
When the explosive exploded, Wu Sheng was seriously injured and his brain was shaken to pieces.
After being seriously injured and fighting fiercely with Long Chen, Wu Sheng is now very weak.
"Husband..."
The ghost girl looked at Wu Sheng distressedly. Wu Sheng's right eye was blown off, his left eye was also injured, and the flesh on his face was gone, but it could be seen that Wu Sheng was very depressed.
"I... am actually... a junior."
Wu Sheng's words were not clear when he opened and closed his mouth, but the ghost girl could understand what Wu Sheng meant.
The majestic Martial Saint actually lost to a junior, and it was a miserable defeat.
The anger and unwillingness in my heart are simply indescribable.
"Husband, victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers. This time, I fell into the treacherous trick of a little thief, so I lost the battle."
"We just need to be careful next time. Killing him is like killing a chicken but a dog's ears."
Fighting in front of Yanmen Pass, the ghost girl felt that Long Chen and the empress were not powerful.
The key to their failure was that Long Chen had many tricks and they fell into the trap many times.
Tens of thousands of people were killed at the barrier, and Wu Sheng in front of Yanmen Pass was seriously injured.
If not, with an army of more than 90,000 people, it would be easy to conquer Yanmen Pass.
Wu Sheng wanted to close his eyes, but his eyelids were blown off. His left eye was staring bare and his right eye was hollow.
"Father, king, mother, queen."
The ghost fetuses are chasing from behind, the priests and demon spirits are also chasing from behind, and the defeated dead soldiers and ghost soldiers are slowly arriving.
"Father."
The ghost fetus cried and knelt on the ground.
Wu Sheng glanced at the ghost fetus with his badly damaged left eye, not wanting to say a word.
The ghost child cried loudly and cursed: "The little thief has come up with tricks many times. My army suffered heavy casualties. My father was seriously injured. My sons and ministers are useless. My sons and ministers are useless."
The ghost girl sighed: "Long Chen is extremely treacherous and far from being as easy to deal with as Long Yuan. It's not your fault."
The ghost child cried loudly, his face covered with tears and runny nose.
In fact, Gui Fei was a little happy because Wu Sheng kept scolding him for being useless and that he couldn't even deal with a junior.
Now it's all right, Wu Sheng personally led the army to attack Yanmen Pass.
As a result, countless people were killed, and his own face was blown off.
Compared with Wu Sheng, Gui Tai at least saved his face.
The priest demon spirit came over, looked at the miserable Martial Saint, and said: "Your Majesty, we..."
The demon didn't know what to say. The ghost girl glanced at the ghost soldiers and said, "Count the number of people and see how many are left."
The demon spirit glanced at Wu Sheng again and sighed slightly in his heart.
The Martial Saint who dominates the world is actually so miserable.
Fortunately, the queen is fine.
After a while, Qin Hao hurried over and saw Wu Sheng. Qin Hao was so sad and angry that he couldn't help himself.
"Lord..."
Qin Hao knelt on the ground and watched Wu Sheng burst into tears.
Wu Sheng let out a long sigh and said vaguely: "I have conquered the world, destroyed countless countries, and killed countless enemies. Today I was defeated at the hands of a junior. It's a shame..."
Qin Hao said sadly and angrily: "The general will lead his troops back to Yanmen Pass and take the head of the little thief!"
After saying that, Qin Hao got up and rushed towards Yanmen Pass.
Wu Sheng slowly raised his hand, Gui Fei got up, grabbed Qin Hao and said: "General, don't be impulsive. My father is like this now and needs the general's protection."
