sbdcsierra Chapter 153
Chapter 153
Night falls.
However, the plain is not dim.
Above the long sky, a river of blood meandering covered the sky.
Immediately, in the shocked eyes of countless people, the river of blood suddenly spilled an endless rain of brilliant light.
Every glowing drop of blood contains a majestic breath of life.
An extremely brilliant blood rain will reflect the night particularly brightly.
The more than 40,000 Wei pawns bathed in the rain of blood, and the fragmented corpses were actually repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The severed arm cut off by the steel knife, the shattered and sunken head, the hideous knife that was disemboweled, and the blood hole pierced by the war spear, each corpse is coming back to life in flesh and blood.
The first person to come back from the dead was the young man of the Li family.
The young man opened his eyes and slowly sat up, his expression full of dazedness.
“Is this the Yin Cao Di Mansion?”
The teenager looked around
as if… Still on the battlefield.
“That was… Bloody meteor shower?! The
boy was stunned.
The second, the third, the fourth… Until countless Wei soldiers either sat up or struggled to get up.
“What the hell is this… What’s going on? I’m not dead!
“How is it possible, I clearly remember that my heart was pierced by a war spear!”
“Wind Resisting Pass, Dragon City, I… Alive?! Fang
Xiang sat in the pile of corpses, constantly stroking his chest and belly.
It’s gone!
The terrible wound that slanted obliquely, the terrifying wound that almost split half of his body from his body, was gone.
Beside him, there was also a pool of slimy intestines.
“This is my intestines~”
Fang Xiang stretched out a palm and covered his left chest.
Feel the beating heart in your chest.
The man couldn’t help but burst into tears.
It’s so good to be alive!
A place not far from Fang Xiang.
Zhang Qingrong touched his head inch by inch with his hands.
“Wasn’t my head cut off?!”
“Why did it grow back?”
“Is this the world or the underworld?”
On the Yewang Plain, all the soldiers of the Wei Kingdom were revived.
As for the more than 30,000 fallen soldiers of Su Country, even if they were covered in blood and rain, they should be corpses or corpses.
Jiayuguan Fengcheng City Head.
Su Guo Guo Master Yan Shisong frowned.
“This is … The art of resurrecting the dead! ”
Large-scale resurrection of the dead!”
“Is it handiwork of Senior Brother?”
“Going against the sky like this, I really don’t put the swagger mountain in my eyes!”
Dragon City North City Wall.
Zhenbei King Zhao Heng at the head of the city could not hide his shock.
“In this world… There is such an unfathomable technique!
“Isn’t it the ancient immortal method generated by the creation of heaven and earth in the mouth of the national master?”
“The law of operation against the heavens is not tolerated by heaven and earth~” All
the living soldiers of the Wei Kingdom, as well as the pawns who were resurrected on the battlefield.
I don’t know who knelt down first.
Chain reaction, the second, the third, the fourth… Until the sea of people kneel.
Qi brushed to the top of the wind and pass, and the red girl kowtowed.
The mouth shouts ‘God is on top’.
Not only the soldiers of the Wei State, but even the soldiers of the Su State knelt on their knees in the direction of the girl, bowing their heads reverently.
The river of blood slowly flowed backwards, and finally the coefficient flowed back into the bright birthmark on the girl’s forehead half of her face.
The girl with a face as desolate as snow only felt extremely tired and sleepy.
The body shook slightly a few times, and suddenly fell straight down from mid-air.
……
In the fourteenth year of Voling, the fifth day of June.
At night, the camp of the three armies of the Wei State was brightly lit.
The soldiers pushed the cups and drank happily.
The back garden of the Zhenbei Royal Mansion.
Zhao Xianhong was overjoyed, “Dad, that sister is a fairy.”
“Even the goddess helps our Wei Kingdom, what will he fight in this war?”
Until the fourth day, everything was silent, and Zhao Heng, the king of Zhenbei, was still sitting on the stone bench like a stone statue, not moving.
The man was brooding.
Zhao Xianhong can rejoice, and so can the pawns.
Even the generals can dance excitedly.
Only he Zhao Heng can’t.
“That girl, those two women, what do they want?!”
Zhao Heng, who has experienced too many winds, frosts and snow, has clearly understood a truth since childhood.
Whether ordinary or princely generals.
Whether birds and beasts or high heavenly beings.
Everything we do has a purpose.
Even infant babies can attract the attention of adults by crying.
The purpose of the baby is easy to guess, either hungry and wants to feed, or drained filth that needs to be cleaned up.
“What will be their purpose~”
Zhao Heng, who couldn’t think of a reason, simply gave up temporarily.
There is another very important thing that needs to be solved by men.
“If that girl can come back to life again and again.”
“What should I do?”
An undead army is terrible.
However, an undead army with only three months of food and grass is even more terrifying.
Zhao Heng’s original intention in starting this war was to drastically reduce the number of pawns.
Let the bread and grass for about 130,000 soldiers be extended to 200 days, 300 days, or even a year.
Unfortunately, the plan failed due to the girl’s variable.
The imperial court was unable to provide food and grass.
Do you have to slaughter the second Dragon City?
If someone else, having an undead army, will be ecstatic.
It will definitely give birth to a huge dream of opening up the territory, sweeping the Liuhe, and shocking the eight wastes.
However, Zhao Heng had a headache.
If he could destroy the Su Kingdom with the help of the undead army, Zhao Heng was certainly willing.
Food and grass are not a problem at all.
Slaughtering more than 400,000 people is slaughtering, and slaughtering 4 million is not unavoidable.
But the premise of all this is not whether he Zhao Heng is willing or not, but whether the girl is willing or not.
Zhao Heng didn’t understand the girl at all.
“Why only the generals of the Wei State are revived, but not the Su Kingdom?”
The terrifying intuition that he had cultivated after nearly twenty years of ups and downs on the battlefield made Zhao Heng faintly smell a hint of crisis.
“It’s not just about better blossoms.”
“It’s about blossoming … Just for the better!
Zhao Heng’s heart suddenly crossed a trace of clarity.
“Death in battle is not important, resurrection is not important.”
“The important thing is to come back from the dead again and again!”
……
In the fourteenth year of Voling, the sixth day of June.
When the morning sun was first born, Zhao Heng sent Zhao Xianhong to the southbound carriage.
“Dad, why do you have to drive me away? I also want to meet the goddess.”
Zhao Xianhong looked displeased.
Zhao Heng touched the boy’s head, “Dad is protecting you.”
“Protect me? What do you mean, dad, I don’t understand what you’re talking about~
” Zhao Heng whispered: “Maybe this month, maybe next month, there will be riots in the barracks.” ”
Storm… Riot?! The
boy was stunned.
“Shock, remember, living is not terrible, and death is not terrible.”
“Dead and alive, alive and dead, dying again and again, is terrible.”
Watch the carriage slowly drive out of Qingfeng Alley.
The man raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the Yuelai Inn.
Those deep eyes were as deep as the sea.
……
PS: I wrote about reincarnation as early as chapters 94 and 95, in order to serve the plot of Dragon City, so many Taoists read books at a glance and ten lines?
There are also Zhang Qingrong and Xiao Chengjing who appeared in the plot of Dragon City, all of which were specially shaped with a single chapter in chapters 137 and 138.
Alas, the heart is so tired.