From eunuch to emperor

"What nonsense, drink it quickly."

Long Chen urged, Gan Zhen drank a cup of blood touched.

The military doctor immediately bandaged Long Chen's wound, Long Chen told the military doctor not to worry about it, just take care of Gan Zhen.

"It's a pity that the old witch is not dead. She killed many of our brothers."

Gan Zhen felt it was a pity, Long Chen said: "The war is still going on, don't worry, there is always a chance to kill her."

Priest demons are not very powerful, next time they meet, they will be killed directly.

Gan Zhen lay on the bed and asked, "My lord, we defeated the ghost clan this time, are we going to launch a counterattack?"

After this battle, Long Chen roughly estimated that the Ghost Clan's 6 army lost at least [-], leaving only [-] troops.

However, the losses at Yanmen Pass were also heavy. At least half of the elite soldiers died in battle. The exact number of deaths will have to wait for the final figures.

"We also need to rest and recuperate. Too many brothers died this time."

Long Chen saw that the signs of rot on the wound on Gan Zhen's back gradually slowed down, which proved that his blood was effective.

Gan Zhen said, "Yes, too many brothers died this time."

"When will we be able to break into the ghost clan's lair and kill all the ghost clan?"

Long Chen smiled, and said: "Don't worry, I will lead you to attack, take care of your wounds."

Coming out of the ward, Long Chen was about to go back to his room to rest, when there was a loud noise from a distance, it sounded like the quarrel was very intense.

"what happened?"

Long Chen stopped to look over, and faintly heard the two sides fighting for the ghost clan.

"Go and have a look."

Long Chen walked over quickly, and saw three martial artists fighting for a ghost soldier with soldiers from Nanliang.

"What's going on? What's the noise?"

Han Ziping followed and walked over to drink and ask.

Seeing Long Chen, an old man with gray hair came over immediately and said: "Little old man pays homage to King Wu, please ask King Wu to be the master for us."

When several Nanliang soldiers saw Long Chen, they immediately retreated, and there was a corpse of a ghost soldier on the ground.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Long Chen had roughly guessed it.

The old man said: "The young one is Liu Sheng from Nanliang Heyunmen. A few of us fought desperately to take down a ghost clan during the daytime battle. We were about to take it back, but they saw it and insisted that they caught it."

"Wu Wang Mingjian, the seven of us fought together, and only three survived in the end. This is in exchange for our brothers' lives."

Long Chen nodded slightly, looked at the soldiers in Nanliang, and asked, "What do you say?"

Several soldiers looked at each other without speaking.

"If you don't tell me, it's stealing other people's things."

"I'm sorry everyone, my king's military order is not strict, you can go."

The three old men bowed excitedly: "King Wu is fair, thank you King Wu."

When they saw Long Chen coming over just now, the three of them were worried that Long Chen would be partial, but they didn't expect it to be so fair.

After the three of them left with the ghost clan corpses, Long Chen looked at the Nanliang soldiers and said: "If you want something, you can get it on the battlefield, and they also bought it with their lives."

Long Chen didn't want to say more, he turned around and took Han Ziping away.

rumbling...

There was a muffled thunder from the dark clouds above Yanmen Pass.

Long Chen looked up at the light flickering in the clouds, and secretly cried out what a pity in his heart.

The method of incinerating smoke and rain is still effective, but unfortunately there is no rain.

If it rains suddenly during the day and the weather turns sunny, those ghosts will definitely be tanned, which is more effective than bullets.

"It actually thundered."

Han Ziping raised his head and said. .

"Thunder is useless, only rain is useful. You should go back and rest."

Long Chen went back to his room to rest, and Han Ziping also went back to rest.

...

grassland.

The ghost girl and Wu Sheng retreated in a panic and ran for hundreds of miles before daring to stop and rest.

The ghost girl put Wu Sheng on the ground, and a piece of ice condensed under her body.

This is the ability of the ghost girl, she can control Frost.

The wounds on Wu Sheng's face and chest were charred black, and the surrounding flesh was growing rapidly, but the place that was blown up was burned by the magic stone, and sawdust embedded in the flesh, making it difficult for the wound to heal.

The short stick is made of ordinary wood on the outside, divine wood on the inside, and explosives on the inside, mixed with magic-suppressing stone powder.

When the dynamite exploded, Wu Sheng was seriously injured and his brain was shaken to the point of disarray.

After being seriously injured, he fought fiercely with Long Chen again, Wu Sheng is very weak now.

"Husband..."

The ghost girl looked at Wu Sheng distressedly. Wu Sheng's right eye was blown off, his left eye was also injured, and the flesh on his face was gone, but Wu Sheng was very depressed.

"I... actually... a junior."

When Wu Sheng opened and closed his mouth, he couldn't speak clearly, and the ghost girl could understand Wu Sheng's meaning.

The majestic martial saint lost to a junior, and it was a disastrous defeat.

The anger and resentment in my heart is simply indescribable.

"Husband, victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. This time, I fell into the trick of a little thief, so I lost the battle."

"Next time we just need to be careful, killing him is like killing chickens and dogs."

Fighting in front of the Yanmen Pass, the ghost girl felt that Long Chen and the Empress were not very powerful.

The key to the failure lies in Long Chen's cunning schemes, and they repeatedly fall into the trap.

Tens of thousands were killed at the barrier, and Wu Sheng in front of Yanmen Pass was seriously injured.

If it weren't for this, with an army of more than 9, it would be easy to conquer Yanmen Pass.

Wu Sheng wanted to close his eyes, but the eyelids were blown away, the left eye was staring bare, and the right eye was empty.

"Father, queen mother."

Ghost fetuses chased from behind, priests and demon spirits also chased from behind, and the defeated dead soldiers and ghost soldiers rushed slowly.

"Father."

Ghost fetus cried and knelt on the ground.

Wu Sheng glanced at the ghost with his badly damaged left eye, but didn't want to say a word.

The ghost wept loudly and cursed: "The little thief has repeatedly plotted tricks, my army suffered heavy casualties, the father was seriously injured, and my sons are useless, and my sons are useless."

The ghost girl sighed: "Long Chen is extremely treacherous, far from being as easy to deal with as Long Yuan, it's not your fault."

The ghost cried loudly, with tears and snot all over his face.

In fact, the ghost was a little happy in his heart. Wu Sheng kept scolding him for being useless, and he couldn't even deal with a junior.

It's all right now, Wu Sheng personally led the army to attack Yanmen Pass.

As a result, he was killed countless times, and his face was blown off.

Compared with Wu Sheng, Guitai at least saved his face.

The priest Demon Spirit came over, looked at the miserable Martial Saint, and said, "Your Majesty, we..."

The demon spirit didn't know what to say, so the ghost girl glanced at the ghost soldiers where she was, and said, "Count the number and see how many are left."

The devil glanced at Wu Sheng again, and sighed slightly in his heart.

The Martial Saint, who is rampant in the world, is so miserable.

Fortunately the Queen is fine.

After a while, Qin Hao hurried over, seeing Wu Sheng, Qin Hao could not contain his grief and indignation.

"Lord..."

Qin Hao knelt on the ground, watching Wu Sheng burst into tears.

Wu Sheng let out a long sigh, and said vaguely: "This king has conquered the world, destroyed countless countries, and killed countless enemies. Today, he was defeated by the younger generation. It's a pity..."

Qin Hao said sadly and angrily: "The last general will lead the troops back to Yanmen Pass and take the head of the little thief!"

After speaking, Qin Hao got up and rushed towards Yanmen Pass.

Wu Sheng slowly raised his hand, got up ghostly, grabbed Qin Hao and said: "General, don't be impulsive. Father is like this now, and needs the protection of the general."