Chapter 451: Continuation order

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　　 Perhaps due to the influence of the war between the two races, the sun sinking in the Southern Barbarian Land today has an extremely strange scarlet color, and even the originally hot temperature gradually drops, and cold dust is everywhere.
From early morning to sunset, the deserters who impacted from the dense forest launched four waves of assaults on the four-sided battlefield established by the human race, leaving nearly 300,000 corpses, except for the ten that were evaporated by the sun’s magical powers. Outside of the tens of thousands of coyote tribes, the rest of the corpses were scattered from forty to sixty-five miles, pierced with arrows.
This land of fifteen miles has become a veritable death zone under wave after wave, ordered by ten-square arrow rain, and every inch of land in it has been filled with corpses of deserters. Fully stacked, as far as the eye can see, they are all scarlet, looking from a high altitude in the distance, forming a huge ring!
Outside the Yulong Pass, that huge grassland, no matter how the war is, everything will be restored strangely overnight, but this is the southern barbarian jungle, where the corpse and blood will remain in place, so the pungent nose rushes to the sky. The smell of blood drifted outward with the wind, even on the command platform in front of the Dongwang stronghold, it could be clearly smelled.
For a whole day, the collective charge of 300,000 deserters, except for the high-level deserters, no ordinary deserter can step into this sixty-five miles, which is enough to see the horror of the four sides surrounding and killing the arrow rain. At this point, after countless years of fighting and fighting, Daxia's long-range archer troops have already practiced the rain of arrows to the point of proficiency.
The blasting arrow at the beginning strives for the maximum range of damage, coupled with a wave of ordinary interwoven arrow nets, is enough to make the deserted people fall directly to the ground, and can no longer get up. After the giantization, the deserted people are so big, and they lack wisdom and are difficult to dodge. , Is the best target for Minxiu shooter.
　　Before the limit of sixty-five miles, the Radiant Army flying in black robes once again came off the field, the commander of the legion, Jiang Yue!
　　 "Li Yi, people like you and me are born to fight and kill, so sometimes I think, if there is no war in the future, what is the meaning of your existence."
Jiang Yue, the fourth son of King Bei’an, waved the big sword in his hand and dried the blood on it, then squinted his eyes to look at the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain ahead, and spoke softly. There was a bit of melancholy in his voice. Not far away, Li Yi, who was enveloped in his big robe, drew his big sword from the huge hideous head under him, then leaped down and landed beside Jiang Yue, gently speaking:
　　 "If your Majesty takes control of the universe in the future, and all the wastes and all the seas are surrendered, and there is no war, then I will marry Qinger, have a few children, and become a teacher in the school."
　　 "What about me, what can I do?"
　　 Jiangyue’s question fell, and Li Yi next to him put a big sword on the ground, took out a bottle of purification potion, raised his head and drank it, and then gently spit out a word:
　　 "You are the son of the prince, you can go to be a dude, as long as you don't do too much, in the face of the Radiant Army, the Nightmare Division and the Sitian Supervisor will not often come to trouble you."
After the scarlet blood sun in the sky released the last ray of light, it completely sank below the ground, and the dark moment enveloped the earth. At the same time, in the dense forest in front of the battlefield, the figure of the deserted people came to an abrupt stop. The staff's analysis is somewhat different.
　　 Then a purple thunder shot straight from the dense forest in the distance on the high platform in front of the Dongwang stronghold, and fell in front of Zhao Yu. A young sergeant within thunder knelt on one knee and told:
"Your Majesty, according to high-altitude reconnaissance, in the jungles on the periphery of the battlefield, the traces of the deserted people have almost disappeared. There is still more than fifty miles away from the large force that hit the deserted people on the four battlefields. The estimated impact time is two. An hour later."
　　 Zhao Yu nodded slightly, and then in the night, the young emperor's voice sounded gently on the platform:
　　 "The speed of the expedition army's annihilation of the deserted people has exceeded expectations. This is a good thing. There is just time for repair and rotation. When the deserted people's ancestors and large troops arrive, that is the real death.
The Di Yin fell, and the generals led their orders. The army formation immediately below, accompanied by rhythmic drums, began to move in an extremely orderly manner. The rest of the service did not change much, but the orderly group of the Minxiu Shooting Army that consumed the most Retreat and exchange with the new troops that have lined up in Dongwang and other strongholds.
At the same time, a large number of logistics departments cooperate with the reserve, driving a huge special carriage, rushing out of the four strongholds, under the protection of Lixiu, lined up in long lines, quickly moved to the front battlefield, ready to move forward. Of recycling.
　　 Within five hours of the battle, the Great Xia Southern Barbarian Army threw a million arrows. Such a number is terrifying. Therefore, the two armies competed in national power and logistics.
In the entire Nanban periphery, on the Daxia Road opened one after another, there are massive logistics transport troops at any time, sending supplementary armaments and food to the four frontline strongholds, and in the farther Daxia Leizhou, and The neighboring Fu and Shun prefectures, and then to the entire 36 prefectures of Daxia, mobilized under the mobilization of the young scholar Yuan Bai, fully operating and interlocking, providing the strongest logistical support for the front line.
　　 War is not only a fight between soldiers and soldiers, a game between generals and generals, but also a contest between national power and national power!
　　 While the whole army was being repaired in an orderly manner, on the command platform, a booklet was delivered from the side. After Lao Ding Nanhou took it, he raised his eyes and swept it away. Then there was a flash of thought in the tiger’s eye, and he said:
"Your Majesty, there may be some variables in the deserted people. The scout army we deployed around, in a large tribe hundreds of miles away to the west, found an extremely large blood pool, full of blood and energy. The corpse floating on it should be related to the ancestral court of the deserters."
　　 "Counting the days, the ancestors of the deserted people should also be nearby. I don't know if the hundreds of thousands of corpses in front of me are enough to feed the so-called earth mole."
When Zhao Yu said this, he turned his head slightly and looked forward, but the direction was not to the west, but to the north, along the majestic gaze of the young emperor that all things scattered, afraid to look directly, on the undulating dense forest. , There is a huge purple crane waving its wings, piercing the night, and galloping fast.
　　 Above the crane, Sima Annan, who was sitting with his eyes closed, rolled in white clothes, and on his right hand was holding a puppet-like gray-white head.
　　 Suddenly, the white-clothed youth suddenly opened his eyes, and the void gave birth to electricity, which suddenly lit up. Then he smiled slightly, and opened his mouth to the three figures standing around him:
　　 "Everyone, the traces of the Great National Master are right here underground. Your Majesty's unfinished order can continue now!"