Because of the flying sword's movement, Xi Heng's attack was slightly reduced.
But at this moment, because she had been entangled with several dark energy warriors and Yan Yinmu for a long time, her internal energy was reduced by 10%.
"time is limited……"
Xi Heng called back the flying sword to help her restrain several dark forces, and then he retracted his sword and made a Yueyin move to thrust forward.
Yan Yinmu saw that Xi Heng was about to use his ultimate move, so he decisively dropped the weapon in his hand and fled to the rear of the military headquarters.
Xi Heng had never seen anyone so decisive in escaping, so he slowed down and hesitated for a moment.
There is another Huajin general behind the enemy. In her current state, if she wants to fight two Huajin generals in the enemy headquarters, she may have to burn her life to do it...
However, even though I failed to kill the enemy general today, I will probably meet him on other battlefields in the future.
Since it is not convenient today, Xi Heng plans to kill him later.
She turned her sword fingers to retrieve the flying sword, and turned from pursuit to escape, away from this chaotic place of right and wrong.
Xi Heng single-handedly wiped out many generals and ordinary soldiers, and also tied down the enemy's power for a long time, and has made great contributions.
Because of this, the Great Zhao Army had already gained the upper hand when she was trapped. The infantry advanced steadily, and the cavalry galloped and charged wildly, destroying several enemy positions in succession.
As the reinforcements that had been agreed upon at the beginning rushed in from all directions, Yan Mengren felt that there were enemy troops everywhere, and everyone, from the soldiers to the generals, wanted to retreat.
By the time Xi Heng, covered in blood, was about to arrive at his own military headquarters, the enemy had already begun to retreat.
The two armies were like ants, fighting each other, and the roars of fighting and the sounds of footsteps could still be heard.
The Great Zhao won this battle.
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Chapter 106: Light Soldiers and Sharp Soldiers
After the war was over, Xi Heng walked slowly on the battlefield littered with corpses and blood, and ordered his men around him to gather all the enemy's bodies together.
Yan Mengguo's army has maintained its formation and evacuated the battlefield.
The Great Zhao did not order a pursuit either.
The enemy's orderly retreat does not mean a complete defeat. If we pursue them forcefully, we may be met with an unexpected counterattack.
When the enemy was too far away to regroup and return, the Zhao army also retreated.
Only a small number of soldiers remained to clean up the messy and bloody battlefield.
Xi Heng also stayed here on purpose and applied to the general for a temporary command position. She led the service soldiers who stayed on the battlefield with her and ordered the collection and transportation of corpses and flesh.
Generally speaking, cleaning up a battlefield after a war is a drudgery.
The soldiers fought hard to win a battle and barely survived one more day. Naturally, they did not want to continue staying in the extremely depressing atmosphere of the battlefield. They just wanted to return to the camp as soon as possible to celebrate their victory and rest.
If we order them to stay on the battlefield now, the morale that has just been boosted by the great victory will definitely drop.
Therefore, those who remain here are not elite soldiers, but just some miscellaneous recruits from the rear who have not played any role in the battle. They are responsible for collecting the scattered weapons on the ground and identifying the corpses.
The bodies of friendly forces need to be transported to the Northern Frontier Army Martyrs Cemetery for burial, while the bodies of enemies are generally burned on the spot to prevent the spread of plague and disease.
Normally, people would gather the bodies into piles and burn them.
But today, Xi Heng asked his men to change their approach.
"Transport all the enemy corpses on the entire battlefield to this place and pile them up." She pointed to an empty space and with just one simple sentence, she doubled the workload for the service soldiers.
The entire battlefield is quite large, and the amount of work required to put all the corpses together is much more than the method they are familiar with.
But Xi Heng did not care about their sighs. After giving the order, he came to an empty space, grabbed a cloth-clothed corpse at random, dragged it to the pool of blood gathered at a low place, covered it with blood, and used the whole corpse as a brush to draw a dark red formation on the ground with blood.
This formation is quite inconspicuous because the soil on the ground is dark in color, and everywhere is already covered with blood.
The blood patterns drawn by Xi Heng cannot be seen at all unless you look carefully.
From the outside, it looked like she was just dragging the corpse past and throwing it into the pile of corpses.
After drawing this line, she grabbed another one and used her blood to draw another line on the ground.
A corpse, used as a stroke.
After repeating this over and over again, the blood color on the ground began to show a vague pattern.
If you look closely from above, you can see many twisted stripes surrounding the pile of stones like tentacles, and in the center the edge outline of the tentacles forms the shape of a retort.
As Xi Heng dragged the bloody corpses one after another, the formation became more complete.
This was the first time she had made such a large formation, and every stroke was done with great care.
After nearly an hour, the blood-patterned magic circle was completed.
Although the surface is blurry due to the blood stain, its effectiveness will not be affected.
During this period, two thousand service soldiers ran four or five times across the bloody battlefield, and brought the neatly arranged enemy corpses to the area indicated by Xi Heng.
As numerous corpses and the broken flesh and blood that fell from the carts piled up into a pile of corpses, an extremely horrifying scene emerged.
Nearly ten thousand corpses were intertwined like beams on a roof. Dark red blood flowed down on the surface of the pile of corpses, carrying with it dirty dirt and dust, emitting a strange fishy smell that no one could get used to.
Such a huge thing made of corpses, just placed in front of people's eyes, immediately aroused people's horror.
Most of the corpses were unrecognizable, and those without heads were all visible, with the cuts on their skulls smooth and flat.
Xi Heng looked at it and inexplicably felt that it was a little familiar.
Most of the corpses with smooth wounds seemed to be created by her...
She gradually realized that she had killed at least a quarter of all the enemy corpses.
"Eh?"
She was a little unwilling to believe it.
But I always feel that those broken halves, the complete cut shoulders and chests, and the headless figures all seem a little familiar.
If I think back carefully, I can always recall a few faces from my memory that correspond to the corpse.
"Have I killed so many?" she said to herself.
After some careful consideration, it seems that there really is one.
She used half of her energy to slaughter the enemy, and it seemed that killing two or three thousand people would not be a problem...
But why does it always feel a bit strange?
Xi Heng clearly realized that this number was slightly different from what he had imagined.
"Forget it, just kill as many as you can." The girl yawned.
But as a trailer pulled by a donkey came over from the other side and arrived around the pile of corpses, a pile of various dead heads rolled down like cabbages.
Then she remembered that these heads were all chopped off by her, and fell silent for a moment.
"..."
"Should I be more restrained in the future?" she even thought.
After his murderous intent was satisfied and his spirit recovered, he still felt a little bit of resistance when he saw such a cruel scene.
It was like the annoyance I felt when I saw the mess on the bed after playing with my senior sister...
"Ahem." Xi Heng quickly interrupted his thoughts and patted his fair face to calm himself down.
The head rolled and fell on the pile of corpses, and the countless gray eyes added a bit of weird spirituality to it.
Xi Heng saw that there were many heads in the pile of corpses facing her direction, as if these dead people had borrowed their physical bodies from hell and were staring at her with resentment.
In the dead silence, the wind was howling.
The strong wind blew over the few tattered flags with Yan characters written on them that were still stuck in the ground, and they fluttered in the wind.
The last few donkey carts finally arrived, and the corpses, broken pieces of meat and internal organs were thrown into the pile of corpses.
Xi Heng looked up at the scene in front of him, which seemed like hell projected into reality, and slowly approached.
Although he was a little confused, he still appeared indifferent on the surface.
Just said:
"Light the fire."
A faint voice was heard, and the surrounding heralds also shouted loudly.
The messenger's powerful voice echoed several times across the vast plain.
Torches were thrown onto the various flammable materials and wood blocks that had been laid out around the pile of corpses.
White smoke filled the air, with tongues of fire emerging from it.
The flames quickly expanded into a mass, spreading rapidly from the wood and hay to the corpse.
The coarse cloth clothes worn by Yan Meng's soldiers, the cotton filling inside their armor, etc., are all flammable materials.
And…dead bodies themselves are just as flammable.
The oil in the skin sizzles and falls down, just like wax, adding a bit of durability to the flame.
Tongues of flame surrounded the bottom of the pile of corpses and slowly climbed upwards.
Xi Heng felt that the speed was not fast enough, so he took out a spirit stone, chanted a spell, pinched his fingers, and casually drew a fire surge for himself using two points of spiritual energy, which he sprayed towards the upper layers of the corpse pile.
The fire ignited by aura magic lasts longer than ordinary flames and spreads much faster.
The raging fire burned the flesh of the corpse, and the pungent smell of burnt flesh and tar was almost suffocating.
The white smoke gathered into a mist, making it almost impossible to see the pile of corpses.
An intense heat ensued, and the people around stepped back one after another, refusing to look at the flames for fear that the surging heat and dryness would harm their eyes.
The pungent smell caused constant coughing around.
Xi Heng was the only one there, still staring quietly at the mountain of corpses and the blazing flames that seemed to be burning the sky before him.
Fire is truly a wonderful thing. It seems that no matter what is put into a raging fire, it will turn into a charred black mass and floating mist.
The raging fire represents destruction...but the light that represents the beginning of all things is also born from it.
The black smoke and white smoke intertwined and floated into the sky, as if a road to the sky was opening up.
Xi Heng thought about these insignificant things for a while, then slowly started to use his fingers to recite the spell recorded in the Blood Sea Technique in a slightly distorted tone:
"My life calls upon your spirit to gather, your bloody spirits are always condensed with deep resentment..."
As the sound continues, the fingering changes.
Before anyone noticed, the bloodstains on the ground that were covered by the flames and had become invisible climbed up into the flames and touched the corpses that were gradually being burned to charcoal.
Large tentacle-like blood streaks extended upward, surrounding the pile of corpses.
Immediately, the flesh and blood of countless corpses stacked on top of each other began to shrink at a faster rate than the flames could burn them.
First, the corpse outside became skin and bones, and then it gradually spread inwards.
The entire pile of corpses gradually shrank, as if it was turned into wisps of green smoke and floated up to the sky.
Below, ten blood spirit stones were placed in the center of the formation. As the blood patterns of the formation were disturbed, they flickered with tiny lights like stars in the sky.
Before long, the pile of corpses became increasingly loose.
The flesh and blood that were originally neatly piled and squeezed against each other became like crossed tree trunks in a dense bush, with many gaps in the middle.
The height was also reduced by half - this made burning more convenient.
The flames filled the gaps and were originally just burning slowly from the outside inwards, but now all the corpses in the entire pile of stones seemed to be engulfed in flames.
Xi Heng moved closer and picked up the ten spirit stones he had put down.
One by one is just full of nine.
"I thought that with the soldiers' physiques, they could be filled with more." She put away the spirit stone and said to herself, "Maybe it's because too much blood was shed during the battle, and a lot of spiritual energy was lost."
Before my eyes, the pile of corpses collapsed piece by piece like a wooden attic building, making several loud bangs in succession.
The burnt and brittle bones and flesh turned into charcoal and debris, with dry bones covering the ground.
The red eyes turned away. Since the spiritual energy had been sucked away, there was no need to stay in this smoky and foul place.
