It was blown up in 1942, and there is no longer a general guarding the mausoleum.

Swish... The uniform sound startled people, and the next moment they saw the archers put away their bows, stood up, retreated woodenly, and quickly merged into the team, while other types of soldiers also put away their weapons one by one and retreated to their respective positions.

The ghost soldiers retreated as ordered!

The atmosphere on the field changed suddenly, as if they had instantly arrived at a training ground from a battlefield. These ghost soldiers put away their murderous intent and sharpness, and stood there quietly, waiting for new orders.

For a moment, Feng Qingchen felt that he was not giving orders to a group of ghost soldiers, but commanding thousands of troops on the battlefield...

With one command and one action, these "soldiers" in front of her were the best fighters she had ever seen, comparable to the ace special forces trained by the country. Unfortunately, these "soldiers" in front of her could no longer be called soldiers. No matter how powerful they were, they could not kill the enemy on the battlefield, and could not let people see the military spirit of the Fengli tribe.

Feng Qingchen felt a little regretful in his heart. He slowly let out a breath and stopped thinking about those impossible things. The ghost soldiers were controlled, which was the best thing for them.

One should not always be greedy for more.

Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and spoke to Xuan Shaoqi, asking him to go in and help the Ninth Uncle.

Although the Ninth Prince's martial arts skills are high, the Ghost General's strength is also extraordinary. In addition, the Ghost General has a special body without any flaws. Even if his head is bleeding, his fighting power will not be weakened at all. Even if the fight lasts longer, his physical strength and power will not be lost.

No matter who it is, if they face such a guy who can't be killed, can't be hurt, and won't get tired, they will only suffer in the end. What Feng Qingchen has to do is to let Xuan Shaoqi and the Ninth Prince work together to temporarily trap the ghost general.

"Let's retreat first." Feng Qingchen took one last look at these ghost soldiers and walked out with a determined look on his face.

Even if she has to be an executioner, she will destroy these ghost soldiers and generals. Even if they only have physical bodies, she will make them return to where they belong.

"Awoo...Awoo." The snow wolf passed by the ghost soldiers and saw that the ghost soldiers were motionless, and shouted excitedly. If Feng Qingchen had not been watching it, it would have definitely drilled into the middle of the ghost soldiers and bullied them.

As soon as they walked out of the encirclement of the ghost soldiers, Feng Qingchen ordered the eighteen riders to set up the sky-shaking bombs.

She wanted to blow up these ghost soldiers and ghost generals and let them rest in peace.

The encirclement was large, but both the manpower and the thunder bombs were limited. Feng Qingchen only took out eighteen thunder bombs and handed them to the eighteen riders: "Use the thunder bombs thrown into the sky as a fuse. When you see a thunder bomb explode in the air, light the fuse."

Even seriously injured patients were sent here, which showed that Feng Qingchen really had no other options.

There are too many ghost soldiers, and if there are not enough thunder bombs, they will definitely not be able to kill them.

"Yes." The eighteen riders had no objection. After estimating the range of the thunder bomb explosion, the eighteen people quickly deployed and waited for instructions.

Feng Qingchen and Xuelang were waiting outside, standing with their backs to the light. The Ninth Prince and Xuan Shaoqi came out and saw Feng Qingchen and Xuelang in the backlight at a glance.

The pure white fur of the snow wolf became even more dazzling in the light circle, making it impossible for people to open their eyes. The glittering golden light completely enveloped Feng Qingchen beside him in a halo. From a distance, Feng Qingchen looked like a phantom, as if he would disappear at any time.

The Ninth Prince's heart skipped a beat. He quickly pressed his right hand on his chest, took bigger and bigger steps, and even started to run. In the blink of an eye, he had left Xuan Shaoqi far behind.

"Qingchen." The Ninth Prince stepped forward and hugged Feng Qingchen tightly.

Only when he touched Feng Qingchen's warm body did the Ninth Prince feel his heartbeat return to normal, and the inexplicable palpitations and uneasiness also disappeared.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qingchen was startled. Seeing that the Ninth Prince did not answer, but just hugged her tighter and tighter, Feng Qingchen did not dare to push the Ninth Prince away. Instead, she let him hold her and looked at Xuan Shaoqi who was following quickly.

The Ninth Prince is not the kind of person who is unrestrained and can show off his affection in front of others.

Xuan Shaoqi shook his head and said that he didn't know either. The Ninth Prince walked as if he was frightened. Who knew what he was thinking.

After the Ninth Prince calmed down, he let go of Feng Qingchen. His cold face showed no emotion at all, he just held Feng Qingchen's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear.

The Ninth Prince knew that his behavior was abnormal, but he had no intention of explaining it. He simply skipped over it and said, "We will temporarily control the ghost general. We must leave as soon as possible."

Divorce was the best option. After a day and night of fighting, everyone was tired and they didn't have the strength to go on.

"Okay. Let's blow this place up before leaving." Feng Qingchen considerately stopped asking questions and just thought that the Ninth Uncle was affected by the dark atmosphere of the imperial mausoleum.

"Exploded?" The Ninth Prince took a look and saw the ghost soldiers standing still like wooden stakes. For a moment, the Ninth Prince thought he was seeing terracotta warriors.

These ghost soldiers can no longer be called "human beings".

"Explode it. Living this way is a torture and a shame." Feng Qingchen said firmly, signaling Snow Wolf to give the Thunderbolt to the Ninth Uncle: "I have told the Eighteen Riders that when the Thunderbolt explodes in the sky, they will ignite the Thunderbolts in their hands and blow up the ghost soldiers and ghost generals together."

"It's better to explode, so that we don't run into it again." The Ninth Prince reached out to catch the thunderbolt, revealing his injured right hand. The Ninth Prince himself was unaware, but Feng Qingchen quickly grabbed his hand: "Are you injured?"

The base of the thumb was cracked, and the blood at the wound had already coagulated. The blood was dark in color, so it was probably not a recent injury.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious." The Ninth Prince pulled his hand back carelessly, preparing to light the Thunderbolt. Feng Qingchen frowned and was about to stop him, but Xuan Shaoqi took the lead and said, "Let me do it."

After saying that, without waiting for Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Emperor's uncle to speak, he took the Sky-shaking Bomb and lit it. When the fuse was almost burned, he threw it into the air. His movements were so smooth and natural that Feng Qingchen didn't know what to say. Feng Qingchen could only open his mouth and watch the Sky-shaking Bomb explode above the ghost soldiers...

Boom... Like a firework exploding, the thunderbolt burst out a flash of fire in the air, and thick smoke spread in all directions. After the fragments exploded in the air, they fell down one after another. The ghost soldier stood there motionless. Even though the fragments pierced directly into his brain, the ghost soldier did not move at all, and did not even feel the pain.

A moment later, the thunder bombs in the hands of the eighteen riders also exploded. The eighteen thunder bombs rang out one after another. The powerful force caused the ground to shake. The bodies of the ghost soldiers were blown into pieces and flew everywhere.

There were no cries, no sounds of pain, no sounds of hiding footsteps. Facing devastating damage, the ghost soldiers remained motionless, standing in place, letting the thunder of the sky blast them into pieces...

Feng Qingchen looked... looked, and tears fell uncontrollably.

These ghost soldiers would not retreat or dodge without orders. Even if they were to die, they could only stand there and endure it...