Chapter 451 (1/2)

The night of battle will come when the army sweeps the southern barbarians.

Perhaps due to the influence of the war between the two tribes, the sun that sets westward in the land of Nanman today has an extremely strange scarlet color. Even the originally hot temperature is gradually falling, and the cold dust is everywhere.

From the early morning to dusk, the waster people from the dense forest launched four waves of charge against the four corners of the battlefield established by the Terrans, leaving nearly 300000 corpses. In addition to the hundreds of thousands of hyacinth tribes evaporated by the blazing sun power, the rest of the corpses were scattered between 40 Li and 65 Li with random arrows.

Under the baptism of waves and waves of ten square arrows, the land of fifteen Li became a veritable death zone. Every inch of the land in it was filled with the corpses of the famine victims and piled up. As far as you can see, it was scarlet, forming a huge ring from afar!

Outside the Yulong pass, the vast grassland, no matter how bloody the war is, will recover mysteriously overnight. However, this is the Nanman jungle, and the corpses and blood will remain in place. Therefore, the pungent smell of blood wafts out of the wind, even on the command platform in front of Dongwang stronghold, can be clearly smelled.

During the whole day, the collective charge of 300000 famine people, except for the high-level famine people, no ordinary famine people could step into the 65 Li area, which is enough to show the horror of the arrow rain. After countless years of fighting, the long-range Archer troops in summer have practiced the arrow rain coverage to a perfect level.

With the help of a wave of ordinary interwoven arrow nets, it is enough to make the waster people fall to the ground directly and can't climb up again. After being giant, the waster people are so big that they are not smart enough to dodge. For sensitive shooters, they are the best targets.

But before the limit of 65 Li, the flying sky Hui army in black robe came down again, the army commander, Jiang Yue!

”In case of war, Li Yi and I are born with no meaning to kill people, so you and I will be killed for nothing.”

Jiang Yue, the fourth son of King Bei'an, waved his sword and dried the blood on it. Then he narrowed his eyes and looked at the sea of corpses and blood in front of him. He opened his mouth softly. In his rebellious voice, Li Yi pulled out his sword from a huge and ferocious head under his big robe. Then he jumped down and fell beside Jiang Yue ”In the future, if your majesty is in charge of heaven and earth, the eight wastelands and the whole world will be subject to, and there will be no war, then I will marry Qing'er, have a few children, and go to the school palace to be a teacher.”

”What about me, what can I do?”

”If you don't take out a bottle of water from Wang Zihui's side, you can't make too much trouble by looking up on the water.”

After releasing the last ray of light, the scarlet blood sun in the sky sank completely under the ground, and the darkness shrouded the earth in an instant. At the same time, in the dense forest in front of the battlefield, the figure of the refugees suddenly stopped, which was quite different from the analysis of the general staff of the Ministry of war.

Then a purple thunderbolt shot straight from the distant dense forest to the high platform in front of the stronghold and landed in front of Zhao Yu. Within the thunder, a young soldier knelt down on one knee and reported to him: