Chapter 57: Captives Among the Vengeful Spirits

However, Mao Tao could understand it but was just as confused as them, so this kid wasn't stupid either. "I don't know many Baling characters, and it's a bit difficult to read. But Tao Bo asked the person who dug up the notebook to send it to the Baling Nation, and he must be rewarded heavily. Also, he seems to say that judging from this illusion, the god has indeed fallen."

He Lingchuan's heart moved: "Mitian?"

It seems the Baling Nation still knows more inside information. But this is also very normal, after all, it was a participating country back then.

"Can't understand those few characters." Mao Tao smiled bitterly. "Also, the Great Fang Hu may not be movable."

He Lingchuan's face changed: "Are you sure?"

They risked their lives to come here to retrieve the Great Fang Hu. If the pot couldn't be taken away, didn't they come for nothing?

Also, what about the battle at Woling Pass? This question just popped up, and it scared He Lingchuan himself.

Since when did he care so much about the war situation of the Yuan Nation?

"I'm just not very sure, so I didn't make up my mind whether to say it." Mao Tao stammered. "I only went to school for three years; if I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have slept in class." When you need to use books, you hate that you have too few.

"Anything else?" He Lingchuan stroked his chin. State Preceptor Sun must have seen these few sentences too, but he didn't say a word.

Does the old man have the confidence to take away the Great Fang Hu, or is he planning something else? "Also, Tao Bo believes that there is a powerful existence in this world." Mao Tao was ashamed. "I can't understand the other characters, so I can't speculate randomly."

Powerful existence? "Does it refer to the peeping tom hiding in some corner?"

Mao Tao shrugged; he didn't have the answer: "Brother Chuan, why doesn't the State Preceptor mention it?"

"Perhaps he thinks we don't need to know." He Lingchuan changed the subject: "How long have we been setting fires?"

"Uh, more than an hour?"

"Time to go back."

"The north is still..."

He Lingchuan interrupted him: "The north may not be important."

How did the Young Master see that the north is not important? "The houses in the north haven't been burned, and I'm afraid the State Preceptor will hold me accountable." Outside, Mao Tao would definitely follow He Lingchuan's lead, but here...

"Young Master, you can't harm me."

"Let's go back first. If the illusion doesn't break, I will definitely accompany you to the north." He Lingchuan laughed. "Are you afraid they will eat you?"

This hit Mao Tao's heart, and he couldn't help but tremble. He was the weakest of the four, and if he didn't want to be the first to be eaten, he at least had to win someone over.

At this time, the oil and charcoal they had been using on the road were already used up, and Mao Tao no longer opposed, so the two threw away the flatbed cart and turned to the South Gate.

"Young Master, let's go straight over." Why take a detour and almost slide along the east city wall?

"Follow me, less nonsense." He Lingchuan couldn't say why, but the further south he walked, the more heavy and uncomfortable his heart felt.

It was as if a disaster was about to happen.

So he chose this route, because the buildings in the east were tall and the river network was dense, which was convenient for hiding his figure.

Now the east and west of the city were both filled with flames, and there was already a taste of the end of the world.

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Outside the Thunder-Calling Array, there was a vast expanse of heroic spirits, and there was no end in sight within the field of vision.

Ordinary vengeful spirits didn't know where they had been squeezed to, and only the Great Wind Army surrounded this place. Their military appearance was neat, standing still like an abyss, and the violent appearance when they first came out of the pool was gone.

Before and after death, they were all fierce travelers.

Being stared at by tens of thousands of dead people without a sound, how much pressure did this bring to the living? The Black Water City army felt their scalps tingling, and they couldn't tell if it was fear or being electrified. In front of so many military spirits, could the formation still protect them? He Chunhua often had to shout to boost the morale of his subordinates: "Don't worry, don't fear, the heavenly thunder is enough to protect us! We can rest assured standing here, this is fighting for the country!"

There were indeed thunder snakes swimming in the talisman array on the ground, reminding both sides that its power was hidden and not released.

The previous squad leader threw a long spear, but it was decomposed by the heavenly thunder, not hurting the living in the array, which also made everyone feel stable. Who knew it could not only use its brain, measure the situation, but also know how to send subordinates to find reinforcements.

The army outside the array now didn't look like they were here to watch the fun. As long as the numbers gathered, they would probably launch an attack. What everyone was most worried about was this point: the heavenly thunder formation was indeed powerful, but it was driven by manpower, just like a lever. If the heavenly thunder power was ten, their side had to at least produce one, right? Could the morale of these hundred people, plus the County Magistrate's Social Order, hold out until the State Preceptor came out?

Even He Chunhua's heart was drumming.

The heroic spirit army gathered, intending to overwhelm the opponent with momentum. So-called superior soldiers attack strategy, subduing the enemy without fighting. Then they must have a follow-up.

In addition, He Chunhua was particularly worried about his eldest son inside the pool.

Nian and Sun had no good intentions toward the He father and son, would his son suffer a big loss alone inside? Although he sent Zeng Feixiong and others in, how many traps and dangers were inside, could He Lingchuan handle it? He Chunhua recited that his eldest son was a lucky general and would surely turn danger into safety, but on the other hand, he couldn't stop worrying. If He Lingchuan encountered misfortune, then in the future...

"What's going on?"

"Are there captives among the vengeful spirits?" A commotion among his subordinates interrupted He Chunhua's train of thought. He looked up and was also surprised.

The Great Wind Army separated from the middle, gave way to a path, and pushed out hundreds of vengeful spirits from behind.

These were the soul bodies that came out first from the pool, some human-shaped, some strange and bizarre, and even more than half were wearing military uniforms, looking like soldiers from other camps.

"Allied Forces, it's the military spirits of the Immortal-Pulling Allied Forces." Right, the war on the Panlong Wasteland lasted for thirty-two years, and this meat grinder harvested not only the lives of Western Luo citizens but also a large number of Allied soldiers.

They also slept forever on this blood-stained land, and were finally collected by the Great Fang Hu, and could not be at peace even after death.

These vengeful spirits, which were originally wailing, were driven by the Great Wind Army and actually looked panicked, and the heavenly thunder swimming in the talisman array in front made them smell the taste of a nemesis.

He Chunhua's face changed: "The Great Wind Army wants to drive them to impact the formation!"

As soon as the words fell, the Great Wind Army gave an order that shook the wilderness, and sure enough, they came out with swords and guns, forcing the vengeful spirits to rush forward. These hundreds of vengeful spirits were driven red-eyed, spinning in place, and finally actually rushed forward against the heavenly power.

The formation was activated, and they were blown to pieces as soon as they hit the heavenly thunder barrier.

Even so, the vengeful spirits still rushed forward one after another.

The living only saw the formation flashing and thunder roaring, while the Great Wind Army outside the formation remained ready to go, feeling uneasy in their hearts.

When armies fight or siege a city, sometimes they will push prisoners of war to the front row as meat shields, and the opponent can't bear to attack, so their side takes the initiative. This method is cruel but effective, and it has never been absent in wars throughout history.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 58 =====