Chapter 151

"Three hundred paper soldiers, only thirteen Great Yan soldiers were killed and thirteen souls were captured. Has your paper man technique regressed?"

The tall Taoist Daoshun snorted coldly:

"Those soldiers who can survive until now are not easy to deal with, so it is naturally getting harder and harder to kill them."

"What's more, there is an outsider who is disrupting the situation."

"Outside? He was lucky to find that lonely city. There have been such cases occasionally in the past forty years."

"It's not luck, it seems that he came in with a boundary-breaking talisman."

"Breakthrough talisman? That's no wonder." The Taoist smiled slightly:

"There is no way back from here, and no way in and out. If there are outsiders who can continue the fighting spirit of the old soldiers in the lonely city, it will be great. It's a good thing. "

"Forty years ago, there were 100,000 soldiers, but now there are only 300 old soldiers left."

"If the fighting spirit is exhausted, all the previous efforts will be wasted."

Daoshun nodded slightly:

"I heard that there is a town for believers and pilgrims to live at the foot of the Taoist temple of Xuantian Sect in Nanzhou."

"It is said that the world is full of suffering and famine, and there is a place like Qingming Town where believers can have enough food. When the believers compare the two, they naturally have a continuous supply of pure incense and willpower."

"And my Dao Sect's Hundred Miles Soul Binding Formation is much more powerful than that of Xuantian Sect."

For the immortal monks, the mortals of Jiuzhou are the cattle and sheep that provide them with incense and willpower.

At first, they only knew how to let mortals worship devoutly, but as the immortal monks' understanding of the way of incense deepened, they played more and more tricks.

For the immortal monks, mortals with strong wills and strong souls are more precious resources than ordinary mortal believers.

So Nanzhou has the Qingming Town at the foot of the Qingming Mountains, and Zhongzhou has the Great Desert Soul-binding Array.

"Brother Daoshun, this time you are willing to admit defeat. These are all excuses."

Daoshun frowned and threw out a storage bag from his waist, which was collected by another Taoist.

The latter moved his consciousness and scanned the spiritual stones in the storage bag, and then he was satisfied.

"Brother Daoshun, don't be discouraged."

"The method of refining Taoist soldiers in our Dao Sect is more exquisite than that of other immortal sects. Naturally, it is profound and difficult to master."

"Brother, you still need to practice more..."

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Before the lonely city.

Qiao Mu sat on the ground and bandaged his wound with a simple bandage.

These bandages, wound medicines, and even dry food and water bags were prepared by the female general of Anxi Pass. They were obviously military supplies.

This made the old soldiers who were silently observing Qiao Mu from a distance a little excited.

The old soldiers who came out of the lonely city walked towards Qiao Mu at this time. The leading old general bowed to Qiao Mu and thanked him for his help.

The leading old general took off his helmet at this time, revealing a weathered face.

There were many marks of chopping on his armor, which was severely worn. His face was bronze, his body was slightly thin, his hair was gray, and only his old eyes were bright, looking up and down at Qiao Mu.

In his eyes, Qiao Mu, who was over a hundred years old, was even older than these old soldiers, but he was brave and fearless in battle. He was not wearing armor or military uniforms, but he was using a perfect military spearmanship of the Great Yan.

This made him very confused about Qiao Mu's identity.

To say he was a veteran, he was too old.

To say he was not, but that perfect military spearmanship was really unforgettable.

"We are the remnants of the 100,000 soldiers who followed General Wu to fight against the aliens in the past." The old general sighed slightly: "Those just now were paper soldiers controlled by the immortals of the immortal sect." "In recent years, the aliens have rarely appeared on the scene, and they can only hide behind the scenes to perform some magic." "Since you two are the people of Dayan, you are guests, and follow me into the city." The old general said that he would take him into the city, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at Qiao Mu. After hesitating several times, he couldn't help but ask: "May I ask this old man, is he a soldier of Dayan?" The old general asked the first question. "....I used to be." Qiao Mu thought about it and answered. He had also joined the army in Yancheng in the past. Although it was not for a long time, he was also a soldier of Dayan. This answer made the old general's eyes dim slightly. He wanted to ask in his heart whether this brave foreign veteran was the vanguard of Dayan's reinforcements...but now he couldn't ask. "May I ask if the current Great Yan Emperor still cares about the soldiers and civilians trapped in this city?" the old general asked again.

Qiao Mu was speechless for a moment.

So the old soldiers around him were also silent. No one spoke anymore, just continued to bandage the wounds and collect the bodies of their dead comrades.

Chapter 179 No Blood and No Tears

Half of the setting sun had fallen into the clouds, like half of a huge blood clot solidified in the sky.

The blood-like sunlight fell on the battlefield outside this isolated city, shining on the shoulders of the old soldiers, and the shadows were very long.

This isolated army was cleaning the battlefield and collecting the bodies. The old general was going to take Qiao Mu and the others into the city, but when they arrived at the city gate, they suddenly stopped.

"Old sir, don't rush into the city. I have something to say before entering the city... This is not the place to talk, just follow me." The old general turned around.

Ever since he asked Qiao Mu those two questions, he fell into deep thought and made a decision at this moment.

The other veteran soldiers also paused, sensing something was wrong. They glanced at the veteran without making a sound and quietly surrounded him.

They didn't know what the veteran was thinking. They just thought that the veteran noticed that Qiao Mu and the two had a fishy identity, so they were not allowed to enter the city.

But the veteran shook his head slightly at them, turned to Qiao Mu and said:

"In this isolated city, there are only three hundred old soldiers left, as well as women and children who cannot go to the battlefield..."

He did not take Qiao Mu into the city, but took him half a circle along the dilapidated city wall.

"The city wall is of little use against the foreign paper soldiers, especially forty years ago now. The city wall is already in dilapidated condition and cannot withstand the ravages of war."

"Today's city wall only has the function of resisting wind and sand..."

After walking around the corner of the city wall, the view suddenly widens.

What appeared in Arbor's field of vision were countless tombstones on the desert, as dense as a forest.

There is a forest of 100,000 steles outside Xi'an Pass, but it is just a virtual tomb. Under this lonely city in the desert, there is also a forest of 100,000 steles, where the bones of soldiers are buried.

"Forty years ago, there were one hundred thousand soldiers, but now there are only three hundred old soldiers left."

The veteran's eyes dimmed slightly, and he held his hands towards Qiao Mu:

"My name is Hai Siyuan, and I am the sixth-grade captain of Great Yan."

"Qiao Shuangsen." Qiao Mu also announced his name, but then he also had a thought;

"Captain Hai, have you ever heard that the Great Yan's Minister of Rites has no limit to the sea?"

Hai Siyuan's hands trembled slightly and he looked into Qiao Mu's eyes:

"Hai Wuya is my father's name... Is my father still alive?"

"Still alive, and still serving as the Minister of Rites of the current dynasty, I...several descendants of my family have also been cared for by Hai Wuya." Qiao Mu did not mention the fact that Hai Wuya had just been released from prison. Come out and continue:

"Not only that, I also met a person outside this desert who also claimed to be the son of Hai Wuya. He should be your brother..."

Hai Siyuan pursed his lips. He seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end he just turned his head slightly and looked at the dense forest of steles under the city wall.

His white hair and yellow sand were flying in the wind, and his back looked a little lonely.

If Hai Wuya was still alive, he would be almost eighty years old now, right?

Seventy years of life are rare. His father's ability to live to such an old age is already a happy event worthy of celebration.

Even the younger brother in the family still misses the existence of his elder brother, which is indeed beyond his expectation.

But under the current situation, it was difficult for him to feel happy.

He joined the army at twenty and failed to return at sixty.

He was still a young man in his prime when he went to war. Now he is over sixty years old and is older than his father who was still middle-aged in his memory.

"Since he is the son of the Minister of Rites, why is he only a sixth-grade captain? Are the other generals in the city still there?"

It was not Qiao Mu who asked the question, but the storyteller Clairvoyance next to him.

He was quite curious about this lone army trapped in the desert, and at this moment he finally couldn't hold back any questions.

He originally thought that this veteran might be a general under the command of the Martial Saint, but he did not expect that he was just a sixth-grade captain.

"Where are the generals?" Hai Siyuan looked at the forest of steles and smiled softly:

"They're all lying here."

"The sixth-grade captain is already the highest official in this isolated city."

The clairvoyant was obviously startled and asked again:

"As for Li Changge, is General Li still there?"

Li Changge was also a rather dazzling figure among the military attachés of the Dayan court. Among the one hundred thousand elites in the past, he was the second-in-command behind Wu Shengren.

Wu Shengren escaped alone, so Li Changge should be the leader of this lone army.

Hai Siyuan didn't speak, but took a few steps forward and stopped in front of a tombstone.

"General Li led us to resist for twenty years...but he died too, twenty years ago."

This tombstone is no different from the other tombstones, but it is located slightly ahead. Without the guidance of Hai Siyuan, the clairvoyant would not have been able to find it.

Twenty years... Qiao Mu's eyes moved slightly.

The establishment of Xi'an Pass is a twenty-year history.

Calculating the time, it happened to be the time when Mrs. Bai, who was guarding the gate, appeared at Xi'an Pass.

This doesn't seem like a coincidence.

The original "Lingxi Jue" was taken from the heart to mean "Lingxi Yidiantong". It was originally a secret method that guided Li Changge and his wife to communicate with each other from a distance.

Perhaps it was the "Lingxi Jue" that let Madam Bai know that Li Changge was still here, so she arrived at the Anxi Pass.

"Lingxi Jue" is an intuitive feeling in the dark. The mind can cross this hundred-mile desert and feel remotely across the immortal formation, but the physical body cannot gather across this formation.

And Li Changge's death...is it also related to this "Lingxi Jue"?

"You are suffering too much." The storyteller sighed slightly:

"And your enemies are not flesh and blood, not alien barbarians, but paper figures of immortal cultivators."

"The paper man has no blood or tears. Even if the paper man is shattered to pieces, as long as the cultivator recovers his magic power, he can make a comeback."

"You have fought bravely so far, which is admirable, but what did you get in exchange?"

The words "clairvoyance" can be said to have entered the hearts of Hai Siyuan and others, making many people feel sad.

It would be okay if their enemies were ordinary alien barbarians.

As the elite soldiers of Great Yan, they are braver than ordinary soldiers.

If they were to kill foreign barbarians, they thought that even if they exchanged one for one, it would not be a big loss. Killing two would be enough, and killing five or ten would still make a profit.

But this lone army is no ordinary border guard sergeant. The enemy they face is the immortal cultivator who is far more terrifying than the barbarians of the enemy country. They are bloodless, tearless and unconscious paper figures in the hands of the immortal cultivator.

The paper figurines are only made by immortal magic. Even if one soldier's life is exchanged for one hundred, one thousand paper figurines, it would be a loss if he thought about it.

Fighting against the enemy and dying on the battlefield may be regarded as an honor for Sergeant Dayan.

Fighting to death with a paper man is another matter entirely.

The sacrifice of these soldiers is of no benefit to the war situation, and it is probably of no benefit to the general situation of Kyushu.

What makes Clairvoyant even more worried is that no one in Dayan today knows that this lone army is still there.