And——he looked like he was seriously ill. His face looked a little pale and his whole body felt limp. If she were to use her full strength to attack in her current state, she would probably faint to the ground with a thud after swinging her sword. It was just like when he was in Kangcao Pavilion at the foot of Yaowang Mountain, and he just made the action of grabbing medicine in front of Yan Hongji and then fell to the ground with a bang. "This state will probably last for nearly ten days, until the injuries in the body are gradually repaired by the Hua Jin, and then it will return to normal." Xi Heng thought. Now, she'd better not do anything by herself. After all, I couldn't even hold the chopsticks steadily. After thinking about this helplessly, Xi Heng put down his trembling fingers and placed his chopsticks on the bowl of broth. "Come to think of it, you've been taking care of me for so long, but I've never asked your name." She moved her eyes away from the meat and looked at the female general in front of her. "My name is Hong Qingyou." The other party performed the etiquette of a military general and clasped his fists.
"Sure enough, his surname is also Hong." Xi Heng followed up by asking, "Do all the closed disciples of your Bloodline Sword Sect change their surnames?" "Your Highness, do you know that I'm a disciple of the Sword Sect?" The female general was obviously confused. She hadn't talked about this matter for ten years, and there were very few people in the army who knew about it. "Yeah." Xi Heng responded calmly. "That's not the case, because most of us in the Sword Sect are orphans who were displaced during the war. Most of us don't even know what our biological parents look like, and we don't know our own surnames. Only after we joined the Sword Sect did we get a red character... I am one of them." Hong Qingyou said: "Those senior and junior sisters who already had names before coming to the sword sect will be able to choose whether to change their names." "So that's why my aunt isn't called Hong Qianqiu." Xi Heng nodded. The female general hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but ask: "I have a question. Why did Your Highness learn the Bloodline Sword Technique?" "It's just a coincidence." Xi Heng didn't want to talk too much about himself. Now she wants to listen to other people's stories more. But before that... Xi Heng struggled to move and stuffed his weak body into the bedding. Leaning against the head of the bed, he said, "I am really weak now, please feed me." "..." The female general hesitated for a moment, reached out her hand and then retracted it, as if she had never provided this kind of care before. But seeing that Xi Heng really needed it, he tried picking up the small bowl, breaking the cake into small pieces and putting it into the broth, then scooped up the meat in the soup with a spoon, blew on it lightly, and handed it to the other's lips. Hong Qingyou is a warrior, but he is careful in this regard. The meals were fed so carefully that nothing went wrong. Xi Heng swallowed it in small sips, and asked speculatively: "General, you must have joined the army with my aunt Qianqiu, right?"
"...That's right." The other party was silent for a moment before speaking. "Although she is my aunt, I have rarely heard of her deeds, but people often say that she is similar to me, so I want to know, what kind of person is Zhao Qianqiu?" Then, Xi Heng heard the other party slowly telling the story about Zhao Qianqiu. The other party didn't know much either. She only said that Zhao Qianqiu was a true genius that only appears once in a century in the Bloodline Sword Sect and was also the eldest senior sister of her generation. During the Hailu Rebellion, Zhao Qianqiu was captured by rebels and taken out of the imperial palace in the capital during an outing, but he escaped with his own wit on the way and met an elder of the Bloodline Sword Sect by chance in the mountains. Seeing that she was quite talented and intelligent, the elder brought her back to the sword sect in the name of protection and let her learn martial arts. Zhao Qianqiu did not disappoint his expectations. After only one month in the hospital, he showed amazing talent. All the sword techniques in the sword school were easy for her to understand and learn at a glance. After only half a month of practicing martial arts, she became proficient in it and became the eldest senior sister respected by all the newcomers of that generation. The Northern Army general in front of her named Hong Qingyou was one of her junior sisters. It took him half a month to enter the state of Jin, one month to develop Ming Jin, and another half a year to achieve great success in Ming Jin. He was then sent out by the Bloodline Sword Sect to kill people in the already extremely chaotic land of Hailu. As she has reached the pinnacle of Ming Jin, she is already at the top of mortal warriors, so naturally she can achieve it easily. Later, when he was out one day, he encountered a dark power warrior who attacked him, but he broke through and killed him in the battle, and he also achieved dark power himself... …… In the room of the general's mansion, Hong Qingyou slowly talked about Zhao Qianqiu in her eyes while feeding him. But as Xi Heng listened, he felt more and more that these plot segments were truly classic. Halfway through, he could easily guess what the other party would say next. So, I gradually lost interest in it. When the female general helped her finish the meal, she also told her about the end of the Hailu Rebellion: The final result of Hailu's Rebellion was naturally the destruction of the rebels, but in the process, it created the great warrior force of Donghuangmei Mountain. Afterwards, Dong Huangmeishan repaid the Bloodline Sword Sect with ingratitude and secretly gathered martial arts sects from all over the world, saying that the Bloodline Sword Sect was an evil sect and that the martial arts practiced could only be achieved through a large number of killings. They also called the practitioners of the Bloodline Sword "witch women" and led a large number of sects to attack them together. The sword sect was weak, and its elder leader risked his life to block many powerful enemies for his disciples, buying enough time for them to escape. Almost all the dark energy warriors were wiped out in that battle, leaving only Senior Sister Zhao Qianqiu and a few dark energy warriors alive... "Oh." Xi Heng felt sleepy after listening. Perhaps it was because what Hong Qingyou said was just her own one-sided view and her description of Zhao Qianqiu was quite one-sided, so it was a bit boring. She waved her hand to ask the other party to stop, and after finishing her meal, she crawled into the quilt, closed her eyes and rested. …… The next morning, the elite cavalry that went to pursue the enemy returned to Yan'an. It is said that they chased the enemy for dozens of miles and defeated the enemy's main force before returning. Once the main force of the army is defeated, it will be extremely difficult for the enemy generals to gather their troops. They will have to spend a lot of effort to get back almost all of them.
In this way, Yan Meng's main force no longer poses any threat to Da Zhao. The enemy's final fighting force probably only consists of the reinforcement troops who are still in the northern border and are gathering troops, unaware that the troops in the front have collapsed. But for Zhao's army of hundreds of thousands, it was just that. The advantage has clearly shifted towards Da Zhao - especially in Xi Heng's eyes. Three days later. The girl sat in an open carriage and slowly drove out of the city. Out of consideration for her physical condition, the carriage moved slowly without too many ups and downs. We drove smoothly through the streets of the city, left the city gate, and arrived at our destination. On the way, she saw that there were still not many civilians in the streets of Yan'an City, even though the war had ended three days ago. Instead, there was blood that had not been cleaned up, small pieces of flesh, and torn clothes everywhere. There were also many marks of weapons scratching and burning on the walls. Xi Heng had not noticed these things before, but now that he came to his senses, he subconsciously thought of... many civilians in Yan'an City suffered unimaginable persecution during the time when the city was captured by Yan Meng's foreign bandits. The rise and fall of the world...the ones who suffer the most are the common people who have nothing to do with the great struggle of the world. Xi Heng thought about it and realized that the only thing he could do for these people was to help them get revenge. The carriage stopped. Outside the city, there was the bleak cold wind of late autumn. There was a familiar smell of blood in the wind, which made Xi Hengzhong feel like he was back on the battlefield. She also regained some strength and no longer needed anyone's help, and she got off the carriage by herself. At the front, many service soldiers were carrying the blurry corpses of enemy soldiers and piling them into a huge pyramid. The towers of corpses were built so high that their shapes even appeared uniform due to their large number. Before Xi Heng, he had only piled up the corpses of several thousand people, which was at most the size of a slightly larger mansion. Now, there are obviously more than a few thousand corpses in front of them. Just looking at their height, they are twice as high as the previous pile of corpses. And the number has increased several times. So much so that just by looking at the pile of corpses, one can feel the shocking momentum and strong evil spirit - it is as if hell has unfolded in reality. The hideous shape of each corpse and its pale or grayish-black skin appeared extremely clear. Among them, there were heads either attached to the neck or piled up alone on the pile of corpses. Most of them had hideous faces and died with their eyes open. Its scattered eyes stared at all directions. Some of its dim pupils still reflected some starlight, as if the entire mountain of corpses was a living thing, and wherever the eyes of countless heads were looking at was within its field of vision. It was like a finger reaching out from hell, a touch.
The projection of hell materialized in reality as a mountain of corpses. Xiheng looked around. Many service soldiers had stopped carrying the large number of corpses in and out of the city, and most of them were adding grass and firewood around them. At the very beginning, when the blood had not yet coagulated, someone skilled in painting in the army had followed Xi Heng's instructions and used blood as dye on the flat ground outside the city to draw a strange-looking blood pattern formation. Xi Heng naturally wanted to draw the magic circle herself as she had done before, but her body was too weak now. Not to mention drawing a soul-sucking formation, she was completely powerless even if she just picked up a head. After all, the head is quite heavy... Three days later, the blood pattern formation has been prepared and firewood has been laid out. everything's ready. Xi Heng walked forward and placed dozens of spirit stones on the blood-patterned magic circle to gather the blood and flesh spiritual light and transport them to the final location. Then, he clapped his hands and chanted: "Light the fire." …… The raging fire seemed to have raised a new sun on the earth, and the flesh and blood in it withered rapidly, shrinking into a thin skin close to the bones. The mountain of corpses, which was originally compressed by its gravity, had many gaps created after the activation of the Soul-Sucking Formation. The mountain of corpses before my eyes gradually transformed into a giant burning cocoon, or nest... But this not only did not reduce the horror, but instead made it even more weird. The cold wind of late autumn pushed the strange and bitter stench from the burning corpses far away. The wind direction was good today, so the strange and scorched smell from the burning was not blown into the city, causing people to vomit. Except for Xi Heng himself, almost everyone else lowered their heads and closed their eyes. No one dared to look at the horrifying scene before them. It's not just because the blazing heat will sting your eyes, but also because most people in Da Zhao believe that the dead have spirits, and no matter if they are enemies or friends, the dead are the greatest. If you are disrespectful to the dead, you will be haunted by the vengeful spirits and will never have a peaceful life for the rest of your life. Xi Heng had also heard of it, but he didn't believe it at all. She has killed so many people, but not one of them has become a vengeful spirit to trouble her. He stared at the raging fire silently, with a calm mind, pinching his fingers and chanting softly to perform the method of absorbing souls from flesh and blood. As the formation squirmed and glowed, most of the blood spirit stones scattered on the ground were gradually filled up. The hideous mountain of corpses before our eyes began to collapse piece by piece, and its height dropped rapidly. Xi Heng leaned over and put the dozens of spirit stones placed on the magic circle back into the inventory one by one. This took her a lot of energy and took her several minutes to complete. "call……"
It was just recycling. She simply counted them and found that there were twenty-seven spirit stones, which was much more than she expected. "Twenty-seven thousand soldiers of Yan Meng's army died in the battle? Even if we add the casualties on the battlefield at the port, it shouldn't be that many..." "Perhaps there are some corpses of civilians mixed in, or perhaps everyone in Yan Meng's army can provide more spiritual energy than ordinary people." Xi Heng thought for a moment, turned around and went back, getting on the open carriage he had taken. The female general who also served as the coachman urged the carriage to turn around and return to the city. …… To burn the bodies of your enemies outside the city, simply pile them up and set them on fire.