Long Chen looked at the trees around him, shook his head and said, "I don't know either. There is no record in historical materials, and the local barbarians don't have it. You can find it yourself."
The four of them walked slowly in the forest. Occasionally, a ferret squatted on a tree trunk and looked at it curiously. There were no other animals in sight.
After walking for a while, everything looked the same and I didn't find anything special.
Gan Xin said: "Sir, why don't you search separately?"
It would be more efficient to separate the four groups of troops. Gan Xin wanted to find the soldiers and horses that might be hidden earlier.
Feng He immediately objected: "No, it's too dangerous to separate. Let's stay together. Slow down, it's better to be safe."
Feng He's cultivation level is low. If he encounters danger after separation, his life will not be saved.
Mo Lin chuckled and said: "Xiao Feng, don't be afraid. If you encounter danger, just send a signal and we will come to save you."
Feng He refused. When meeting a master, life or death depends on the matter. There is no time to ask for help.
The four of them continued walking forward and arrived at an open area. Trees for miles around were destroyed. The tree trunks lying on the ground were covered with ice and snow. Some tree stumps were covered with heavy snow, and some tree stumps were high, and the snow fell on them, slowly becoming
An ice pillar.
"This must be a battlefield, the trees are all destroyed."
Feng He looked up at the dark sky. After walking for so long, he saw the sky for the first time.
Mo Lin pulled out the black blade and stabbed the tree next to him.
The black blade can penetrate, but the resistance is very high, indicating that the wood of these trees is very hard.
Such huge and hard trees were destroyed so much, it should be a battlefield left by the war.
Long Chen rode his horse and walked slowly over. The ground was covered with ice and snow, and there were no traces of the past.
Four hundred years later, any traces have been covered up.
"Is it possible that ghost soldiers are hiding down here?"
Feng He looked at the snow under his feet and said.
Gan Xin smiled and said: "It's possible, you can dig it up and take a look."
Feng He chuckled: "Senior Gan Xin has great skills. If you come here to dig, the speed will be faster."
The two of them joked with each other, and Long Chen dismounted and said, "You guys give way, and I'll see if there are any signs of hidden troops."
Feng He smiled and said: "Sir, I'm joking, don't take it seriously..."
Mo Lin stepped forward to lead the horse, and Gan Xin smiled and said: "You have the ability to fool the master, I admire you."
The three of them retreated into the woods. Long Chen walked alone to the middle of the clearing. His figure slowly floated up. He held the skull sword in his hand, injected his true energy, and then swung the sword violently towards the ground.
A sudden storm blew up, and the snow on the ground was blown away by the storm. The coniferous forest that seemed to have remained motionless for thousands of years was blown from side to side, and the snow suddenly fell down, like a salt shaker broken in the air, falling head-on.
The three people hiding behind the forest were covered in gray by the strong wind and falling snow. The snow fell in from the front. Gan Xin and Mo Lin were okay, but Feng He couldn't stand the cold and immediately took out the snow.
"It's too close. You should stay away."
Feng He regretted it endlessly.
Mo Lin smiled and said: "You deserve it, you came up with a bad idea."
After the storm subsided, Long Chen landed on the ground. Below was the frozen ground. Some charred dead branches and weapons could be seen, and there were even some armor remnants.
Feng He came out of the woods, his hat covered with snow.
"Look, I said yes."
Feng He said to Gan Xin and Mo Lin quite proudly.
Gan Xin smiled and said: "You are talking nonsense. Where there has been a great war, there will naturally be remnants. What we are looking for are the soldiers and horses hidden by the Martial Saint."
The three of them dismounted and took out their tools to dig out what was buried underneath.
"The killing must have been very brutal back then."
Feng He dug out some broken weapons, many of which were made of sacred wood.
The weapons made from the sacred wood are so tough that they were cut off, which shows how brutal the battle was at that time.
"There should be no hiding of troops here. If I were a Martial Saint, I would choose to hide troops in a place where we retreat or rest."
Gan Xin looked to the northwest of the black forest and said thoughtfully.
Mo Lin said: "The Black Forest is very close to the Hera Pass. Is it possible that they retreated to the ice field?"
The Black Forest is very close to the Hera Pass, only more than three hundred miles away. If you ride fast, you can reach it in a few days.
It is indeed possible for the Martial Saint to retreat the wounded and defeated soldiers to the ice field, where it will be absolutely safe.
Long Chen ignored their conversation and continued to search on the ground.
He knew that it was unlikely that soldiers were hiding here, and he wanted to find some clues from the traces of the past.
"Sir, what are you looking for?"
Feng He pried for a long time, his hands ached and his back was so tired that he sat on the ground and didn't want to move.
Long Chen walked around and asked: "How many people do you think are fighting here?"
Mo Lin immediately knew what Long Chen meant and said, "It's hard to say. If we only count the open areas, we estimate that the total number of troops invested by both parties will be around 60,000."
"No, it should be less than 60,000. I don't know much about the battle formation, so I can't estimate it accurately."
Long Chen's question was to estimate how many soldiers and horses were fighting here.
The battle in the Black Forest is very crucial. Elite soldiers from both sides must be here, and even all the soldiers and horses have been involved in the battle.
If we can estimate how many soldiers and horses fought fiercely here, and then estimate the battle losses, we can estimate how many soldiers and horses the Martial Saint has left.
Of course, these are estimates and are certainly inaccurate.
"Old Feng, what do you think?"
Long Chen asked Feng He. He had been in the military camp for a long time and was responsible for collecting military intelligence. He would probably be much more accurate.
"My lord, do you want to estimate the number of soldiers and horses that fought that year?"
Feng He also turned around and understood why Long Chen was here to check on the situation.
"Yes, how many do you estimate."
Long Chen looked at the empty ground around him. Four hundred years after these trees were destroyed, no new trees had grown up. This shows how difficult it is for the trees here to grow.
Feng He made an estimate as he walked, and finally said: "The battlefield is spread out, and the fighting has reached this level. The number of people is at least 200,000."
Feng He told his estimate, and both Gan Xin and Mo Lin were speechless.
"Xiao Feng, we have never been in a military camp, but we have seen fighting. How can such a small place accommodate the fighting of 200,000 soldiers and horses?"
Gan Xin felt that Feng He was exaggerating, and Mo Lin also said: "Two hundred thousand soldiers and horses are placed here, and they are crowded. How can they fight?"
Fighting on the battlefield does not involve lining up to stab each other to death, but requires space, so such a place cannot accommodate 200,000 soldiers and horses.
"You can't just look at how many soldiers and horses can be accommodated here. I saw marks of swords and axes on the surrounding tree trunks. It was probably like this at that time. There was fighting in the middle and soldiers and horses were hoarded in the forest."
Feng He pointed at the surrounding black forest and said.
Gan Xin looked around and said with some disbelief: "No way, you mean, the soldiers and horses on both sides lined up in the forest and then took turns to fight?"
Feng He looked at Long Chen and said: "My judgment is this. Of course, too much time has passed. I don't know what happened."
Mo Lin also looked at Long Chen, waiting for Long Chen to speak.
Long Chen said: "The historical materials of the Three Kingdoms and the jade books of the ghost clan all record the battles here, and more than once, there must be large armies fighting here."
"So, Lao Feng's estimate may be more accurate, but we don't know the specific amount. We can only estimate it."
"Where the fighting was so fierce, there must be many wounded soldiers."
Gan Xin and Mo Lin looked around and thought that was the case, but where were these wounded soldiers?
