Chapter 743 The whole country moved south, south of the southern wilderness

Unexpectedly, Guiye smiled faintly: "Your Majesty, if the child can't defeat the enemy at home, he is not worthy to be the descendant of the ghost night. What Your Majesty is going to face is the 50,000 elites of Emperor Yao, and that is the main battlefield!"

Shaoqiu was stunned, and he had to say it again. Guiye smiled loudly: "Your Majesty, the shallow original area is thousands of miles, and the mountains, dense forests, swamps and rivers are dense. Our people know the terrain like the palm of their palms, and they can go around for a hundred years with 20,000 enemies. Your Majesty, don't worry, since the saint ordered her child to retreat from Jiangyuan to Fuqianyuan, there is naturally her reason.

"Oh?" Although Shaoqiu stayed in Sanmiao for three years, after all, he lay more in the coffin and came out less. He didn't know much about Sanmiao.

"The saint ordered the child to retreat from Jiang Yuan, obviously to take advantage of the danger of Jiang Yuan to divide Yan Huang's troops." Guiye analyzed, "After the withdrawal of the Xia tribe, only the Gaoyang tribe in the Yanhuang Legion is the water system, and the only one who can cross the river is the water system. Therefore, Di Yao had to order Cang Shu to lead people to chase and kill my son. There is no more established water army under the command of Di Yao. But he doesn't know about the southern wilderness. There are lakes and swamps everywhere. In this way, I'm afraid it's difficult to walk..."

After saying this, Shaoqiu realized that this Sanmiao saint was really powerful!

Since there is no need to fight against Cangshu, the army marched faster towards Miaodu. On a rainy night, it immediately waved its army to attack on the periphery of Miaodu. Ji Kunwu and Dan Zhu's main forces were stationed in Miaodu City, detering those tribes that had surrendered. They didn't expect that an elite army would come from Jiangbei and were suddenly caught off guard.

The city wall of Miaodu had long been bombarded by Di Yao, and even two stone mountains collapsed, almost an undefed city. It was not until Shaoqiu's legion touched the city that Ji Kunwu realized it. In a bloody battle between the two sides, the Yanhuang soldiers were brave again, but they lost the opportunity and finally dispersed.

Ji Kunwu was also unlucky. He was stationed in Miaodu, but Miaodu was a peninsula surrounded by water on three sides. The gate was blocked by Shaoqiu and he couldn't get out. As a result, he was fought annihilation. Under the desperate protection of the Guards Legion, Ji Kunwu reluctantly seized several warships, protected Danzhu on the warship and sailed into the vast Dongtingze.

The rest of the people were either killed or captured. Twenty thousand troops dissipated, more than 10,000 people died in the battle, and five or six thousand people were captured. Except for the five or six hundred people who fled with Ji Kunwu, most of them were involved in the fierce battle, and their bones were left.

The corpses were piled up on every inch of the ground, and the wide long streets were like blood washing. The smoke rose, rolled up the hiss of the crows, and scattered into the sky on the burning war flag.

The Miao capital was recaptured in the first battle. Whether it was Dongmiao or Ximiao, the soldiers cheered and rejoiced. In the final analysis, this was the holy place of the whole Sanmiao. The soldiers looked at Shaoqiu with admiration.

Shaoqiu stood on the ruins of Chiyou Palace, looked at Ji Kunwu's figure who was sailing away, and called Wu Zhiqi: "Although this battle has won, as long as one person walks away, he will lose. If you have wings, go and kill Ji Kunwu and Dan Zhu.

Wu Zhiqi was furious: "You let me chase and kill five or six hundred of them alone?"

This guy had a few moves with Ji Kunwu in the fight just now. He knew that the old man was strong and far worse than himself, but with 500 people, he could definitely let himself die without a place to die.

Shaoqiu waved his hand: "You don't have to kill them all, just pester them and don't let them spread the news of defeat to Di Yao and Cang Shu's ears. Our battle with Di Yao is not in the sky, not in the right place, but in the presence of the army silently behind him!"

Wu Zhiqi breathed a sigh of relief, and his face showed pride again. He hummed and did not answer. His wings flashed and flew to the top of Dongtingze like lightning.

"E Elder," Shaoqiu asked Guiye again, "Our three seedlings, do you have a spirit bird that can fly?"

"Uh... this thing is very rare. Although there are many flying monsters in the Southern Wilderness, they are violent and difficult to tame, so they can't tame a large number of eagles to set up a legion like Yanhuang..." Gui Ye suddenly became happy, "Your Majesty, after we destroyed Ji Kunwu's army, we captured more than a dozen eagles!"

Shaoqiu was relieved. He immediately ordered the captured dragonfly brigade soldiers to torture the imperial eagle formula, and selected the three Miao soldiers with good archery to ride the dragonfly eagle to patrol in the air. They were asked to intercept all communications from south to north, including the carrier pigeons in the air. Be sure to make Di Yao blind and deaf.

The army only rested for one night, and the next day, it waved its army south and followed the footprints of Shangsha and Di Yao into the vast southern wilderness.

The Southern Wilderness is a geographical concept and a political concept.

In the eyes of the Yanhuang people, the three seedlings south of the Yangtze River are called the southern wilderness, and for the three Miao people, the area south of the Xiaoxiang abyss at the southern end of Dongtingze is called the southern wilderness. The abyss of Xiaoxiang is similar to Jiangyuan, which is a sinister place formed by backwater. In fact, in ancient times, the abyss originally meant backwater. The water flow was affected by obstacles and reverse currents, forming upstrip or backflow. At the southern end of Dongtingze, there is already Zishui and Xiangshui flowing into Daze, and Daze is rushed south by the Yangtze River current, forming countless backwater at the southernmost end. People can't cross, and boats can't float.

On that day, most of the people fled from the city by boat straight from Miaodu to Dongtingze, and then abandoned the boat to go ashore in Jiangyuan. And Diyao's 50,000 troops had to take a detour to the western section of Dongtingze and come back to chase. Therefore, Shaoqiu followed Di Yao's footsteps smoothly, and there was no war or corpse on the road.

When it came to the abyss of Xiaoxiang, the army in front of it suddenly stagnated. Within a hundred miles, there were corpses everywhere, broken banners, broken bone spears and stone axes, countless eagles and crows hovered over the battlefield in the past, greedily swallowing a piece of human intestines in their mouths.

Maybe there is so much food that even the treetops are covered with intestines. There are also countless birds and beasts gnawing at rotten corpses on the ground. Among the corpses, there are soldiers, old people, children, and nearly 10,000 people, all of whom have rotted and are difficult to distinguish. In the nearby Xiangshui, the continuous backwater rumbled the corpses in the water to the shore, and then as soon as the water receded, the corpses re-entered the water and reincarnated uninterruptedly...

"Your Majesty, a new grave was found next to it..." A soldier jumped over on a crocodile dragon and whispered, "It's the grave of the Yanhuang people. They buried all the soldiers who died in the battle, leaving only the corpses of our people in the wilderness..."

Before he finished speaking, the soldier was already in tears, his voice choked, and he couldn't say any more.

"Bry it!" Shaoqiu said gloomyly, "This is also the land of my Sanmiao country. My hometown and my land are also buried in my hometown."

The soldier went down with tears in his eyes. Shaoqiu stopped him again and paused: "On that day, it was Jin Potian who blocked Emperor Yao in the abyss of Xiaoxiang. Let's see if there was any...he in the body..."

It took more than 10,000 people more than half a day to bury all the bodies. The furious Sanmiao people planned to dig the tomb of the Yanhuang warrior. Shaoqiu waved his hand to stop him and said lightly, "Those who can die in the battlefield are also ghosts. Keep respect for the dead!"

Having said that, Shaoqiu still found someone to measure the scope of the Yanhuang tomb pit. It is roughly estimated that there are about 4,000 to 5,000 people dead, that is to say, Emperor Yao did not take advantage of this battle. Because except for the elderly, children and other civilians, there are only about 3,000 strong men among the dead.

Fortunately, Jin Potian was not found in the body, and Shaoqiu's heart was still a little comforting.

Going further, it is the real southern barren land. There are countless strange legends, horrible monsters, and a harsh and changeable natural environment. Yanhuang people are completely unfamiliar with this, and even the Sanmiao people are not very familiar with it. Unless some Sanmiao masters who find the elixir and cherish the Warcraft, others will rarely step on it.

However, Sanmiao people also know that there are still human beings in the southern wilderness. There are some strange and mysterious tribes scattered there. They do not communicate with outsiders and have their own unique language and civilization. Some tribes even have no language and have not yet been enlightened. However, these tribes are often terrible. They completely reject outsiders, and even the bold Sanmiao masters dare not break in at will.