Ten Capitals, Nine Observations, Eight Poles, Seven Yuans, Six Divisions, Five Elders Compete for Da

The civilian husbands and Qingzhou soldiers joined hands to bury hundreds of thousands of corpses deep under the trees and soil of ten years.

According to the Qingzhou Army, the forest will be renamed:
Tree Burial Woodland!

At this time, the corpses of four or five hundred Loulan soldiers had already been buried under the tree, and the work could be completed in at least half an hour.

"The strength of Qingzhou soldiers comes from the flowers and trees, and it will eventually return to nature. This is part of the cycle of life and death."

Jiang Chen turned his head, looked at Feng Lebin who had known him for several months, smiled and said:

"Abin, did you tell me this yourself when the Qingyang ceremony was held for the first time?"

Feng Lebin swallowed a small mouthful of saliva, and said with inexplicable emotion:

"At that time, you were just a waste picker, and you were unknown."

"Who would have thought that after a few months, he would soar into the sky and become the captain of our Qingzhou No.18 Battalion?"

A smile floated on the corner of Jiang Chen's mouth:
"Just luck."

Feng Lebin's throat choked, and he said angrily:

"Why do you say that you are just lucky after you have achieved great success like my father?"

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes and said narrowly:

"Then why don't you call me Dad?"

Feng Lebin spoke quickly:
"son."

"Well, so cute..." Jiang Chen was taken aback for a moment, then the corner of his mouth twitched, and he stared at Feng Lebin coldly: "What did you just say?"

"I didn't say anything!"

Feng Lebin smiled awkwardly, and when he was about to run away, he heard Jiang Chen's cold order like a ghost in the underworld:

"Master Feng Wubai, Qingzhou Paoze's body is very important and needs to be handled carefully. You are more experienced, so go and help."

"Yes, General..."

With a bitter face, Feng Lebin silently joined the team to carry the remains of Qingzhou soldiers.

Looking at the back of Feng Lebin going away, the corners of Jiang Chen's mouth rose slightly, feeling very happy.

In front of ordinary soldiers, he needs to maintain majesty.

But some old friends who met at the end of life can joke a little, otherwise... life would be too boring.

soon.

430 The remains of the five Qingzhou soldiers were all buried deep in the soil under the roots of the verdant trees.

Only five hundred corpses of Loulan soldiers were needed, and they were done.

Not far away, the captured two thousand Loulan infantry saw that many of their comrades had been reduced to ritual materials, and some of them were saddened by the death of rabbits and foxes.

Jiang Chen sneered, and silently glanced at the area where the prisoners of war were.

Several surviving Loulan centurions were making eye contact, trying to take advantage of the busy Qingzhou soldiers to escape here with a few cronies.

The Loulan military system almost copied David in its entirety, except that a few words were slightly modified, such as "Wulf Chief", "Shifu Chief", "Fifty Chief", and "Centurion Chief".

and so.

These Loulan centurions are not only ranks, but also the leaders of hundreds of soldiers.

"idiot!"

There was a hint of coldness in Jiang Chen's eyes, and he didn't stop him, but just watched with cold eyes, silently counting the people with stronger resistance.

"rush!"

With a roar, a certain Loulan centurion broke free from the rope, quickly twisted his shoulders, and slammed into the Qingzhou soldiers beside him—martial skill: Iron Mountain!

however.

Before he successfully won the weapon, Jiang Chen had long been staring at him coldly with indifferent and playful eyes, drawing his bow like a full moon, and shooting arrows in succession!

call out!
The arrow pierced through the skull, and the brains splattered!
Arrows shoot out one by one!

Jiang Chen raised his bow coldly, and killed almost all of the more than twenty Loulan soldiers who had the strongest resistance, successfully suppressing the rebellion.

Only one soldier-ranked warlord, who seemed to have a little blood of the Loulan royal family, escaped the catastrophe by virtue of the "Decree: Royal Power".

Even so, this potbellied royal warlord also had his face scratched by arrows, and his face was covered in blood, making him look very miserable.

He stared at Jiang Chen with resentment, and roared:
"hateful!"

"You damned Eastern barbarians, I curse your soul to fall to the bottom of the Peacock River forever, and stay with the mud forever!"

The mud at the bottom of the Kongque River is extremely smelly and disgusting.

Therefore, what he said was the most vicious curse in Loulan.

"It seems that I am too kind."

Jiang Chen's smile gradually disappeared, he turned his head, looked at the two thousand Loulan soldiers present with cold eyes, and said:

"You identify each other, and all those who have reached the status of a centurion, or those who have royal blood, come out."

"If there is any concealment, the method of walking and sitting will kill all the surrounding soldiers!"

Hear this.

Many Loulan soldiers were frightened, and quickly raised their fingers to recognize them.

soon.

Fifteen burly Loulan centurions and 27 royal bloodlines were pulled out, plus the royal supervisor, for a total of 43 people.

Everyone was interrupted by Xiao Wu himself.

Jiang Chen turned over on the bull's back, grabbed a prisoner's clothes, pulled him in front of a certain Loulan centurion, handed him a short blade, and said coldly:
"Come on, stab him!"

"No, I dare not..."

The prisoner was full of fear, and he didn't dare to attack the Loulan centurion in front of him. He even got angry from his heart, took a short knife, and stabbed Jiang Chen in front of him with hatred.

The next moment!
Blood splashes!
With an unwilling head, the prisoner rolled several times on the ground "Gulu~Gulu".

Jiang Chen held a short knife in his hand and stared at the crowd coldly:
"next."

With the precedent of the head falling to the ground, the second Loulan soldier appeared to be much more well-behaved.

He carefully picked up the sharp blade, stabbed the royal warlord's waist and kidneys, and even punctured it several times, with some personal grievances.

The royal supervisor vomited blood and cursed angrily:

"Son of a son of a bitch, you just played with your wife..."

Before he finished speaking, the prisoner's eyes flashed with intense anger, and he held the sharp knife and stabbed deeply upwards along the flesh and blood of the abdominal cavity, all the way to the heart, and it seemed that he could not survive.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly:
"Congratulations, you have the qualifications to live."

The prisoner pulled up the corner of his mouth and let out a miserable laugh.

According to the law of Loulan, the only punishment for harming the blood of the royal family is death, so it is impossible for him to return to Loulan.

He silently walked into the crowd, sluggish, as if he had been drained of energy.

Subsequently.

Hundreds of Loulan soldiers took short knives one after another and stabbed the centurion or those with royal blood in various parts of the body.

During this process, there have been more than a dozen riots.

But under Jiang Chen's powerful force, all the rioters died, and they were reduced to fresh soldiers' corpses, which were sent to the woodland for tree burial.

finally.

All 43 people with high status in Loulan died.

The total number of corpses in the tree burial forest has increased to about [-], but [-] of them are Loulan soldiers, not grass and trees, and the transformation efficiency is slightly low. It is estimated that the actual transformation of spiritual power is at most [-] Used by hundreds of soldiers.

Seeing that the digging task was complete, the peasants took the initiative to lift various heavy objects to show their strength to the examiners Fan Liangshan, Feng Lebin, and Gongsun Hu. Qualifications.

Due to the urgency of time, some shams were mixed in.

Jiang Chen didn't care about this. When those corpses came back to life, these people who pretended to be numbers would regret it too late.

These assessments have never been a hindrance, they are just to improve the survival rate of Qingyang Ceremony...

He turned his head and asked Xiao Wu:
"In the [-]th Battalion, how many people have met the conditions of Qingzhou fighters?"

Xiao Wu replied honestly:

"Including me and Gongsun Hu, there are 34 people in total."

Jiang Chen silently calculated:
"Several months of conquest resulted in heavy casualties. Even when I was promoted to Hundred Generals, I held the Qingyang Ceremony and recruited twenty Qingzhou fighters."

"But at present, there are 22 people in total, and four general positions are vacant."

"but……"

Jiang Chen's eyes froze, and he quickly calculated in his heart:
"If we add another 340 Qingzhou soldiers, [-] corpses will be consumed, and [-] Qingzhou fighters will consume [-] corpses."

"It's too much."

But after thinking about it, Jiang Chen looked at those civilian husbands who were eager to try, as well as some people who were just pretending to be numbers.

They aspire to possess extraordinary power and become masters, but in the process of "Ritual: Qingyang", failure and death will inevitably occur.

"so……"

"Barely enough!"

"It's not a good thing if the proportion of new recruits is too high, just the right amount. Those Qingzhou old soldiers are the real core combat power!"

Jiang Chen decided in his mind that he ordered Xiao Wu, the most reliable, to summon fifteen veterans from Qingzhou to come.

at the same time.

Three examiners, Fan Liangshan, Feng Lebin and Gongsun Hu, came to Jiang Chen and said that they had roughly selected a thousand civil servants in total.

The rest of the civilian husbands and Loulan soldiers have also been driven away to a distant place, and are under strict supervision by the Qingzhou Army.

everything's ready!
The Qingyang Ceremony is about to begin!
…………

Tree burial in woodland.

Under the soil of thousands of ten-year-old trees, the corpses of Qingzhou soldiers and Loulan infantry were buried deep. The soil was soaked with blood, which looked a little ghostly.

Military judge Feng Quan led a thousand civilians and seventeen Qingzhou fighters into the cold forest, and then everyone knelt on one knee and said sincerely in unison:

"Congratulations to the heroes of Qingzhou!"

The voice just fell.

The nearest hundred or so ten-year-old trees trembled suddenly, traces of blue-green spiritual power poured into the depths of the soil along the roots of the trunks, into the remains of Qingzhou soldiers.

The next moment!
A pale palm suddenly sprang out of the dirt, followed by the entire corpse arm, head, another arm, body, lower limbs...

His eyes shone with the unique blood-red soul light of the undead, and the moment he turned his head to look at the many peasants, a fierce light of hatred for living things flashed in his eyes.

"Roar!"

A Qingzhou dead soldier roared, and a group of Qingzhou dead soldiers roared, covering the sky and covering the earth, hitting like a raging tide, it looked extremely terrifying!
all of a sudden.

A dozen or so impostors either peed their pants in fright, or tried to escape in fear.

None of them expected that holding the "Ritual: Qingyang" would be so frightening, and what they had to deal with - was not a human being!

It's a pity that there is no medicine for regret in the world, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and stay, huddled at the end of the team.

When the ceremony was held last time, Xiao Wu was just a lowly peasant husband, protected by twenty Qingzhou veterans.

But this time, the identity was reversed, and Xiao Wu became the asylum.

Xiao Wu secretly swears:

"I can have what I am today, all thanks to the approval and trust of my boss."

"Today, we must not let down the opportunity rewarded by the boss."

"This time, I will do my best. Not only will I be promoted to Qingzhou fighters, but I will also help those peasants to be promoted smoothly!"

Finished-

"Chong!"

Draw the sword, behead, all in one go!
Holding a long knife, Xiao Wu killed two of the most vicious Qingzhou dead soldiers one after another, and then handed over the remaining thin Qingzhou dead soldier to a brave civilian husband with a strong fighting spirit.

"Fuck your mother!"

The civilian husband has never read a book, so swearing can dispel the fear in his heart. While swearing, he holds a spear and pierces away.

puff-

Piercing!

The first death in Qingzhou died again.

Successful cases have given confidence to latecomers.

soon.

More than one hundred Qingzhou soldiers died.

Twenty or thirty civilian husbands successfully knocked down two dead soldiers from Qingzhou, reaching the standard of the promotion ceremony.

Time passed by minute by minute.

In 430, five Qingzhou dead soldiers all recovered and died.

During this process, most of the peasants were only slightly injured.

But then--

This is the real dangerous moment!

The target they want to resurrect is no longer a relatively gentle Qingzhou dead soldier, but an old enemy. Once resurrected, the attack will be extremely vicious!

Feng Quan took out a soul orb from his bosom, crushed it brazenly, and then repeatedly humiliated more than a hundred ten-year-old trees with an attitude almost like a shrew cursing the street.

soon.

More than a hundred Loulan dead soldiers returned to life with deep hatred.

Seeing such a scene, Jiang Chen couldn't help laughing out:

"Good guy, it's a skill to scold the dead!"

After the death of Loulan appeared, in just [-] or [-] breaths, everyone saw the first case of death of a civilian husband with their own eyes.

A young man with a seemingly strong figure but actually an empty air, was gnawed on the face by Lou Lan's dead soldiers, howled, and died in despair...

Jiang Chen remembered it clearly.

This dead civilian husband was just a fake person. Seeing that everyone else had failed, he overestimated his strength to challenge the seemingly weak Loulan infantry.

result--

Died.

The first failure case frightened away all the impostors, and dozens of people turned around and fled in fear, running wildly outside the forest.

however.

Riding on the old green bull, Jiang Chen waved a saber energy expressionlessly, and cut a ravine nearly ten feet long on the ground outside the forest, and said coldly:

"Only Qingzhou soldiers can come out of the tree burial forest alive."

One word scares away dozens of people.

It also gave birth to the belief of fighting to the death in the hearts of most of the civilian husbands, and everyone's movements and offensive methods became violent, fierce, and fierce.

One after another, Loulan's dead died at the hands of civilian husbands.

After going on for two and a half hours, the last Loulan soldier on the battlefield fell to the ground wailing.

All the survivors in the tree burial forest showed expressions of relief, slumped on the ground, and gasped for breath.

It is also at this time.

More than 1000 turquoise light spots floated out from the bodies of many dead soldiers, and flew into the bodies of seventeen old soldiers from Qingzhou, including Xiao Wu and Gongsun Hu, and more than [-] civilian husbands.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The familiar shout sounded again.

This is the evolution of the essence of life, and it is difficult for anyone to resist the wonderful taste... Pain and happiness!

The moment when the first ray of warm morning light quietly penetrates the branches and shoots into the tree burial woodland.

Nearly a thousand civilians have successfully promoted to the Qingzhou soldier realm, and seventeen Qingzhou veterans have already successfully promoted to the Qingzhou fighter level!

The Qingyang ceremony came to a successful conclusion.

Jiang Chen was quite happy in his heart. After all his hard work, he finally paid off and successfully harvested nearly a thousand Qingzhou recruits and seventeen Qingzhou fighters.

These hundreds of thousands of warriors in the forest will become his most powerful arm!
The majestic yang energy they exude will also become the nemesis of ghosts and ghosts in the world!