Chapter 302 The War Is Not Over
Le Zhou was already overwhelmed when facing one person from the Zongheng family, not to mention that now two of them were attacking him together without giving him any chance to breathe. They chopped, slashed, and stabbed with unpredictable moves and strange and tricky footwork. A powerful palm strike hit Le Zhou's heart, causing his face to turn painful and blood to gush out.
Le Zhou had no time to care about the battlefield, but when he looked at it while holding his chest and gasping for breath, his pupils shrank sharply. The casualties in southern Xinjiang were heavy.
He laughed, his sinister eyes looked at the two with hatred, his voice was chilling: "It's not over yet."
He raised his arms high, and countless moths flew out from his sleeves like a small tornado. As they flew, they suddenly merged into one, flapped their wings, and stopped right above the battlefield.
There were extremely tiny sound ripples spreading in the air, and the dead bodies began to twist their limbs in strange postures and picked up their spears to continue fighting. Although the Jingyue Army already knew about Nanjiang's evil magic, very few people had seen it with their own eyes, and now they were inevitably shocked and stunned for a moment.
"retreat!"
Zou Tao and Li Nian shouted at the top of their lungs: "Retreat!!!"
Lin Xi threw a spear into the dead body, but she didn't expect the opponent to just stagger and continue running towards her. She was horrified and immediately jumped on her horse and retreated.
Yanyu held high the small black triangular military flag. Shen Sinian and Manhuang immediately understood and led the three armies to act simultaneously to slowly surround these troublesome corpses.
Gongqing was distracted and looked at the battlefield, surprised and puzzled by this bizarre power. Jun Lin glanced at Le Zhou and laughed casually: "Not over yet?"
The three armies' trapped formations shrank into smaller encirclements. Strong winds blew yellow sand all over the sky, and a faint red light emerged from under the feet of the corpses.
Le Zhou suddenly widened his eyes.
The man holding an oil-paper umbrella walked out leisurely, his hair half tied and half loose with a red ribbon, and the hollow silver carved bell on his waist rang with every step he took.
He was like a drop in the ocean among the millions of troops, yet everyone couldn't take their eyes off him.
The umbrella floated from his hand into the sky. The Wang Gu had already flown back to Le Zhou's shoulder, flapping its wings in a daze, as if it was curious about what this human was going to do.
The umbrella begins to spin.
The dark red light became bright and suddenly bloomed like fireworks. Yunyu's heart tightened: "Retreat!"
They have successfully trapped these corpses in the formation. The mission is completed and the next step is to hand it over to Wu Shi.
"withdraw!"
"withdraw!"
Manhuang and Shen Sinian shouted loudly, turned their horses around and led the three troops to retreat hastily, fearing that they would be affected if they were a step late.
The red light that makes people feel cold in their hearts is the red light flowing from the formation. It is the most powerful killing formation that the Yin Yang Sect Master can set up. This is no joke.
Jun Lin looked at Le Zhou and said in a teasing tone: "Isn't it over now?"
Wu Shi stepped over the heads of the corpses, leaped up with his lightness skill, and landed steadily on the umbrella floating in the air, and the oil-paper umbrella stopped spinning.
He lowered his long eyelashes and looked at the corpse indifferently, his Adam's apple rolled and his thin lips opened and closed:
"Rise up."
In an instant, the formation shifted, and the red light was replaced by layers of surging white. A thick fog rose faintly, and a strong wind blew his wide sleeves, making them bulge. The carved bells on his waist rang like crazy, each sound more urgent than the last.
The increasingly thick fog covered everything. The constant sound of flesh being torn apart made everyone tremble with fear. Millions of soldiers were frightened by his powerful threat and felt an unspeakable fear in their hearts.
Soon the oil paper umbrella became tattered and only the umbrella frame was left. Wushi stepped lightly on the wind and returned to the ground. With the sound of the umbrella falling to the ground with a "pop", the thick fog dissipated, revealing the terrifying scene in the formation.
The corpse was strangled into pieces, scattered and piled up like a mountain, with blood and flesh scattered everywhere, and it was no longer able to move.
Some people turned pale and vomited. Jun Lin and Gong Qing had never imagined that this would be the result. They didn't even dare to take a deep breath to relieve their depressed emotions, because the excessive smell of blood almost blinded their rationality.
Normally, the bodies of the dead in battle would remain intact. If the corpses were not being controlled, causing them headaches and difficulties in dealing with them, Jun Lin would not have allowed Wu Shi to set up such an array.
They won, but Junlin and the ministers were not happy.
The morale of the southern border people was greatly reduced. Le Zhou was stunned but quickly came to his senses. He said helplessly: "This really gives me a headache..."
Under the gazes of Jun Lin and the ministers that asked, "What tricks are you trying to play?", he clapped his hands with great interest: "But Emperor Jing, you have to think carefully. If you attack this man again, you will die."
Jun Lin was puzzled, who was this person?
Soon her doubts were answered.
A man with half of his face covered with golden lines was standing beside Le Zhou, ready to go. He had bronze skin, a tall and strong body, and hollow dark eyes that showed an inorganic dullness. He was dressed in black and held a sword.
Jun Lin was startled, it was Ye Du.
She asked sincerely, "There are guards during the day and chains at night, how did you get people here?"
Le Zhou was more sincere than her: "I stole it."
He has people in the Jingguo Palace, so it is not difficult to secretly take Ye Du out.
Jun Lin said "Oh", then drew his sword and said with contempt: "You actually stole it. I look down on you."
He said these words as if he were having a normal conversation, but the terrifying sword had already chopped straight up. Le Zhou blocked it and said meaningfully: "If you withdraw your troops and promise not to attack Southern Xinjiang within a year, I will give him to you and release the pig. Otherwise, I will kill him."
"Emperor Jing."
Le Zhou's tone suddenly changed, and his eyes were filled with a malicious mockery: "How are you going to choose?"
Gongqing retreated to the sidelines and did not take any action. Although he knew Junlin's attitude, he still wanted to see her express her opinion in person.
Le Zhou only urged Wang Gu to make Ye Du feel miserable. His face was pale and sweat was dripping from his forehead. The burly man's body was shaking in pain but he stiffened stubbornly, which made Jun Lin close his eyes lightly.
How to choose?
With such a good opportunity, you let her delay it for another year to give Le Zhou some breathing space?
What unpredictable changes will happen in a year and how can she bear it?
Having already sacrificed so many people, how could she have the nerve to ignore everyone's sacrifice and give up the unification that was so close at hand for the sake of a man?
Who on the battlefield didn't sacrifice their lives for this great cause? If you ask her to give up all the efforts of her people for a man, will she be willing?
The reason why Emperor Jing holds the high position firmly is not only because of his absolutely powerful military force, but also because he has a calm and steady mind that can distinguish right from wrong. She is ruthless and decisive enough, and always puts the overall situation first. She can do it to Bingwen, and she can do it to herself, not to mention Ye Du.
Jun Lin did not answer, but his attack became more fierce, which had already given Le Zhou the answer.
Le Zhou's face darkened: "This is your own choice."
Ye Du was tortured so badly that he bent over in pain with his hands on his stomach, which kept convulsing. Jun Lin attacked with one move after another with an expressionless face, so fast that Le Zhou had no time to control Wang Gu and let Ye Du continue to suffer pain. Ye Du was also able to catch his breath for a while.
Jun Lin shouted: "Bring him back!"
The nobles who had been waiting in high spirits suddenly disappeared like a dream, and they easily snatched Ye Du and protected him by their side.
The local soldiers of Southern Border were crushed by Jing Yue and could not defend themselves. Their evil spells were cracked one by one. Le Zhou was pressed step by step by Jun Lin and could not think about anything else, because under the dense and unpredictable attack of such a master, any distraction would result in death.