Chapter 91

The sky is free.

Crying and mourning, it began to rain, and even God was sad.

Tianhuozong army lost 670000 people, but Daqin lost 30000 people.

This proportion seems small, but before this war, they had fought two wars, and nearly 100000 people died in the two wars. In this war, most of the 30000 people died in the previous 500000 to 700000, and nearly 120000 people died in the three wars.

The collision between the imperial dynasty and the divine Dynasty is a hell, killing and wounding tens of thousands of people every day.

"Wuwu..."

The sound of the horn echoed in the ears of the soldiers.

"Take Daqin children home!" the man in blood ordered.

Its voice is very light and soft, which is completely opposite to the cold conversation with the savage man before.

As he spoke, he slowly fell down and picked up the corpse of a soldier whose arm was broken. Under the soldier's iron helmet was a young face, only about 21 years old.

"Home," he whispered.

I didn't choose to step into the sky, but step by step.

"Home."

“……”

Similar words echoed on the battlefield, with the sound of rain.

The Qin army returned to the city.

There is a trumpet sound in tianxianguan, which becomes arrogant, and drums beat.

This is not a signal of war or withdrawal. It is a sound of triumph and mourning for the dead.

The gate is open.

The two rows of torches are soft, like the soul path of the dead. There is no noise. Only the soul song formed by horn and drum is ringing.

Yan wushao did not play. He was stained with blood and stood outside the city.

Beside him is Fang Xuan.

They stood outside the pass for a long time. They were the only outsiders in the war, not from the Qin Dynasty.

Yan Wu looked at all this.

He sighed, "it's happy and unfortunate to be born in Daqin."

"They are more happy." Fang Xuan's voice spread from the side.

Wen Yan.

Yan Wuzheng nodded immediately.

"Daqin... Daqin..." he read two sentences without talking.

Silently watching the army return to the city for some time.

Yan Wu looked at Fang Xuan, "what are you going to do with them?"

There are two mummies around them. More specifically, two strong men who have no strength and live better than die.

Zhang Wutong and Yi Xiaocheng gasped. They wanted to go, but they didn't have any strength. Even the spirit couldn't be mobilized. They had to wait quietly for death.

"You can't kill us." Yi Xiaocheng tried his best to speak, his voice hoarse.

He was afraid of death. He was afraid of death. Otherwise, he would not have asked Zhang Wutong to accompany him to do the task given to him by the elder.

However, he didn't calculate it. He and Zhang Wu went down the mountain and left the country together and failed to escape the death. This made Yi Xiaocheng unwilling and frightened. He thought that no matter how difficult the task was, his life would not be in danger. In the end, this was the case.

Zhang Wu didn't open his mouth and stared at Fang Xuan.

He is much better than Yi Xiaocheng. He doesn't care about dying. He has cruel eyes.

"I'll think of the result when I fall into your hands. Let's do it." Zhang Wutong's voice came.

Fang Xuan holds the dryland sword in his hand.

He looked at Zhang Wutong and Yi Xiaocheng.

The two men looked absolutely opposite, one looked at death like home, and the other feared death.

"Poof..."

Without paying attention to Yi Xiaocheng's request for mercy, Fang Xuan cut off their heads, and the dry sword swallowed up their dead spirits and turned them into boundless magic Qi.

"These two brothers are really interesting." Yan Wu said with a smile. He noticed their faces.

Soon, he looked at Fang Xuan.

"Xiao Tongtian died in your hands. Now two people are dead in the divine realm. People in biyou palace can't sit still."

"So what?"

Fang Xuan asked with a smile.

Yan Wu shrugged. He knew and expected Fang Xuan's attitude.

Fang Xuan wouldn't care if he dared to kill Su Qingmu.

Then they walked towards tianxianguan.

The death of the two gods in biyou palace did not make them look a little fluctuant from beginning to end, as if they were not two gods but two mole ants.

……

inside the city.

The army triumphed and everything was in order.

Doctors, healers and even noble pharmacists are running.

Those with minor injuries are also helping.

There is no triumphal celebration, only busy, preparing for the next war, and the enemy will come. This is not the end of the war, but a chapter and a brilliant page when people in the future write ancient history.

Fang Xuan and Yan Wu go through the pass.

They are special people in the city.

No one said anything about them. Fang Xuan was the highest combat power in the pass. He didn't need to be busy. In the final analysis, he was not from Daqin. The soldiers of Daqin were grateful for helping them stop and kill the princes.

As for Yan Wu, they don't know who this is, but they have heard that this man is not from the Qin Dynasty. They respect him as much as he can fight. Both his cultivation and Yan Wu's behavior are respected.

Everyone is busy with their own affairs, and occasionally someone passes by them.

One of the monks was carried into the tent.

The friar didn't have the ethereal dust in the eyes of ordinary people. Some of his body was gone. His flesh and blood were blurred. He clenched his teeth and didn't hum.

So he was carried into another account.

The friar also had several partners around him. Some of them had lost their arms and were all injured. There was a pharmacist nearby who hurried past Fang Xuan and kept saying the word "hold on, hold on".

"That man..." Fang Xuan looked at the tent.

The man has no chance of rescue and is not far from death.

Yan Wu noticed Fang Xuan's sight and asked, "what's the matter."

"He..."

Fang Xuan is ready to speak.

Suddenly, a cry came from inside the tent.

It wasn't the monk's voice, it was his companion's.

"He's dead." Yan Wu understood why Fang Xuan would look, "can you see that he'll be dead?"

"He won't last long."

When Fang Xuan saw the man, he immediately knew that the man was not far from death.

When the practitioner died, he clenched his teeth from beginning to end without shouting. He didn't cry pain until he died.

He survived the war, but finally died in the pass and still didn't survive

On the way to the residence yard.

I saw the yard not far away, and I could see Xiaodou and Xiaolu on the road.

Xiaodou is careful.

After coming to leisure, he was afraid. Even now, he was afraid. He saw too many bloody pictures and his body trembled.

Although Xiaodou is timid, he is still sensible and comes out to help.

The little body was busy shuttling, and he opened a curtain.

The white curtain was lifted.

Let Yan no accident, Xiaodou didn't go in the first time.

Along the line of sight, looking from the side of Xiaodou, he saw the scene inside the tent.

Very common.

Sixteen people in the account were lying on the mat.

They were seriously injured and difficult to move. They didn't participate in the war.

Along Xiaodou's line of sight, Yan Wu found the reason why Xiaodou stood still.

Near a mat outside the tent, a man stood with blood stains on his body, the blood of the enemy, and a red scarf in his hand.

The man bowed his head.

On the mat lay a middle-aged man with no stubble on his face.

The man beside the bed seemed to be saying something to him. The middle-aged soldier didn't respond. He raised his arm to cover his eyes and part of his face. If you look carefully, you will find that there are tears flowing out between the cracks.

The middle-aged soldier's shoulders were twitching and clenched his lips and teeth. It seemed that he didn't want people to hear him crying, which affected the rest of the wounded in the tent.

Xiaodou stared at the scene. He didn't speak for a long time.

At that moment, he heard footsteps coming from behind.

Turn around and look back.

It's Yan Wu and Fang Xuan.

Xiaodou quickly saluted. He didn't dare to talk to each other like he did a few days ago. There was a lot of awe

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