Chapter 61 Burning

29th year of Shinra, October 3rd, morning.

The night's sleepless people fighting outside the city, the sound of screams, the explosion of arrows, and the center of the heavy machine bombarded the night. They don't know what they can do, just try to put themselves in the corner and shrink into a posture that they feel safe. They may be the triumphant division of the emperor's division returning to the court, or the fierce heavy cavalry of the Chinas.

The frightening sound of fighting gradually rests with the slowly clear sky in the east. When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines into people's homes through the window coffin, it is like tearing the dark blade, and the warm sunshine seems to melt the fear in people's hearts. They heard tens of thousands of warriors outside the city shouting 'The emperor's luck is infinite and majestic; the stars fall and the moon floats, and the heavenly track is auspicious', which praises the emperor's merits. The people in the erratic city know that they are safe, the demonic Chinasians have retreated, and Mengyang is safe!

So people walked out of their homes, knelt down beside the wide street, lowered their heads, and waited for the emperor who returned to the palace to pass by, and could witness the majesty of the royal family. This may be their only chance to see the emperor in their life.

on the battlefield.

Like the Shura killing scene, the whole southern suburbs of the city are full of broken corpses. The three shield walls were broken into pieces of wood, and the wooden texture was oozed with dark red blood stains, incomplete war knives, broken armor, mourning horses, and silent warriors. This battlefield seemed to be filled with cloud-like sorrow.

Emperor Lin Xi struggled to sit in the seat temporarily set up for him by the warriors, surrounded by warriors full of guards. The warriors stood straight beside the emperor like swords, with solemn and awe on their faces. They couldn't help secretly looking at the emperor and his young and tired face, and only felt that they were nothing compared with him!

If it is said that the warriors were awed by the bloodline of his royal family at the beginning, then now it is to worship his unparalleled force! During the long time when the emperor fought with the king of Chinasi, they could feel the sound of the sword and the sword sword shaking their souls. Samurai often admire warriors who are stronger than themselves. They not only 'respect' Emperor Lin Xi, but also fear from his soul.

The emperor's Xiaolian sword leaned against his side, and the luxurious sword was stained with blood like the armor on his body. And he leaned weakly on the throne temporarily prepared for him by the warriors, with his eyes hazy.

Just now, Shura has cured the terrible wound in his lower abdomen, but he still has to rest for several months. After all, the injury is too serious. But just now, Shura looked very strange and lonely. Without the usualzhang kuang of burning the sky and the earth, and without that evil spirit, the whole person seems to have completely changed. He quietly cast spells to help him heal his wounds. He didn't say much, but said that he couldn't kill General Zhentian, and then flew back to the palace.

But the emperor could obviously notice that Shura had changed. He couldn't say what it felt like, like losing the most precious thing in his heart... A feeling of loss. However, they are destined to stand side by side and look at this lonely world! It's just the beginning.

The emperor ordered that the bodies of the killed Chinas warriors be piled together and covered with fire oil to ignite. Mengyang warriors were piled up on the other side. They should have identified each body and then sent it back to their hometown, but there were too many bodies. If they were picked one by one, they would probably not be able to finish it. The emperor has asked the warriors to register the names of the war dead and give pensions to their families, which is the only way.

The corpses of the muscular Chinas warriors were stripped of their armor and piled up on firewood. Mengyang warriors carried a corpses, stacked them layer by layer, then covered them with wood, poured fire oil, and placed a layer of corpses. Mengyang's warriors are also placed.

The emperor quietly watched the warriors move, and his eyes were blurred light! He sighed, "So many people have died... forcing me to imagine more." This is the war, which often kills and injuries 100,000 people, and the emperor stands on the bones to receive people's worship and awe. No one can finish the battlefield laid by the gods alone. They can only turn themselves into demons and throw themselves into such a cruel war.

For a long time, the two corpse mountains have been piled up, and it is obvious that the corpse mountain of the Mengyang warrior is much taller than that of the Chinas. It's just that the body of the Mengyang warrior is either a huge knife, rolling over the dark red muscles, or the head is directly cut off, and there is no whole body. At the top of the corpse mountain is clearly a pile of pyramid-shaped heads. The bottom layers of the Chinasi warrior were bitten and strangled by General Zhentian with the first and second shield walls. They were all flesh and blood, and the face could not be separated. The rest were just a fatal wound on the body, but the face could be separated. It is the body of the war horse, piled up under the body of the Redness warrior.

At this time, the sun was already in the sky, and the clouds above the ecliptical city obviously dissipated. This is the time when the sun is at its peak, when the strongest power of growth fills the whole world. As a result, the breath of death retreats away, and the resentful soul will not take advantage of the opportunity, so the funerals of the southern countries are used to starting at noon.

The surviving warrior stood neatly around the corpse mountain and bowed his head in silence. Each of them looked withered and compassionate, and their lips were tightly squeezed without saying a sound. They have all killed people on the battlefield and struggled to climb back from the ghost gate, but they have never seen so many bodies piled together like this. These people may be their comrades-in-arms, even friends, brothers and relatives. The huge corpse mountain exudes a strong fishy smell, like the painting of ghosts and gods, which makes people panic. Such a tragic scene that the younger warriors couldn't stand began to sob.

General Zhentian came over, knelt down on one knee and said, "Your Majesty, I'm ready!"

Emperor Lin Xi looked down at him tiredly. He wanted to take up the Xiaolian next to him and cut off the general's head. The severe pain in his lower abdomen made him unable to move. Just now, Shura failed to kill him during the fierce battle between the two armies. It's not easy to start now. As soon as he won the victory, he killed the general with such an unnecessary charge as 'maybe there will be betrayal', which will inevitably chill the world. Now we have lost the opportunity to kill him. Only in the future, and we must re-enclose the reward

The general stood up and looked at the emperor. The young emperor and General Zhentian looked at each other, and their eyes were as cold as ice. Perhaps the general has realized that the emperor has murderous intentions against him. In short, the two people will never be so harmonious, and invisible rifts have appeared between them.

The emperor wanted to stand up, but as soon as he struggled to hold the armrest of the seat and got up, he was pulled away by the severe pain in his lower abdomen and fell down again. The surrounding warriors quickly supported the emperor. The emperor's face was as pale as paper, and bean-sized sweat oozed from his forehead - the king's last knife that penetrated through him hurt his vitality! He clenched his teeth, took a deep breath and said, "My sword!"

"Your Majesty, your injury is still..."

"My sword!" The emperor's voice is decisive and majestic, beyond doubt.

The warrior had to take the night sword from the side and respectfully handed it to the emperor. Emperor Lin Xi stood up with his sword, threw away the warrior who wanted to help him, slowly walked down the high platform and stood in front of the corpse mountain.

A trace of surprise flashed in General Zhentian's eyes, admiring the emperor's perseverance. In fact, he was also seriously injured. Tens of thousands of wounds were cut by the mysterious red magician just now, which is the pain of thousands of knives. Bai Yan healed his injury and left, and now he is also holding back the pain. The emperor and the general are enduring, and Mengyang is the one who held up like this.

The emperor said with a blank face, "Let's start!" He stood in front of the corpse mountain, with his body straight. The tens of thousands of Mengyang warriors who survived behind him stood neatly in a phalanx, looking solemn and silent.

The general nodded and said to the deputy general Ye Jiangqu and several other lieutenants behind him, "Fire!"

They received orders to light their own torches, then approached the corpse mountain and tosss them. The torch fell on the corpse mountain with fire oil and immediately ignited the flames. The flames surged and quickly swept the whole corpse mountain into the flame. The dark red flame beat, and the black smoke jumped at the end of the flame. The two corpse mountains quickly turned into black and smoky volcanoes.

The smell of burning corpses is so stinky that everyone can't help spitting it out.

But no one dares to move, because the front emperor does not move.

Emperor Lin Xi stood like a stone. The temperature of the corpse mountain was hot, and the body was burned to make a 'thorn' sound. The fat on the body was burning and smelled. But the emperor didn't realize it and stood silently like that! He stood recently and saw his back. The warriors felt that he was about to be swept in by flames and thick smoke, but he was completely unaware of the heat and stench, leaving only a resolute back to the warriors behind him!

Unconsciously, the emperor's image in the hearts of the warriors became taller! The supreme emperor cares about the lives of these little soldiers!

When the black smoke covered the sun, the emperor suddenly shouted, hoarse and low, like the roar of a beast, like a sad song of resentment. The long sound of the air pulse rotated around the flame, making everyone feel like a knife in their hearts. The emperor took a breath, and as a result, choking black smoke poured into his throat, and his face suddenly turned red, and he bent down and coughed violently. The general and the warriors around him hurried forward, but the emperor stretched out his hand to stop them from approaching. The emperor straightened up, just staring at the beating flame, looking indifferent, but with depressing uneasiness.

Only the general caught a glimpse of it, and Emperor Lin Xi's eyes were full of tears. It was by no means choked by thick smoke, because the sad look was clearly surging like a tide.

Then the emperor roared again, and the thunderous sound gushed out for a moment, the beating flames seemed to stand still. The roar went straight up to the sky, stirring up layers of clouds and waves.

Finally, there was a samurai who couldn't help crying. Maybe the fierce fighting on the battlefield scared him, maybe it was his friends and relatives in the burning corpse mountain, or maybe the emperor's sad roar touched the already dangerous sadness in his heart, and he cried so loudly.

The soldiers beside the general were furious and rushed to the corrupt warrior, pulled his collar, and reached out to slap him in the face. But he saw the tears and sad look on the samurai's face, and his raised palm could not fall down. Yes, maybe he was careless during the fierce battle. Now it is himself who is lying in the fire and ignited. Who is not afraid? The soldiers sighed heavily, looked back at the general, and then looked at the roaring emperor - neither of them cared about the warrior's crying. The general deliberately turned around, looked at his own soldiers, and shook his head at him.

The soldier put down his high palm, patted the crying young warrior on the shoulder, turned around and walked away. The sadness in the hearts of other warriors can no longer be controlled. They survived in the face of the terrible Chi Nass. What's shame about crying for the rest of their lives?

The roar of the emperor, the sobs of the warrior, and the burning thorns of the corpses meet in the sky, following the clouds for a long time!

The general looked at the thick smoke and beating flames and chanted faintly: "It's going to be sent. Instead of crying, the emperor will get it if he asks for it. Dead and mourning! It will be seen again! Therefore, I cried and stopped crying.

The corpse mountain burned for a long time and finally turned into a pile of ashes. The emperor ordered these ashes to be collected and sprinkled in the dense forest of Yunlan Mountain. But the ground was still full of fishy smell, and blood penetrated into the mud. It was not until the first snow in November, and the whole battlefield was covered with white snow, which covered the strong fishy smell...

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