Chapter 837

Liulan looked at the blood light overflowing from the altar, almost about to spill out, and couldn't believe his eyes. He was leading a mere vanguard legion, how could he be given so much sacrificial power? Looking at this blood light, it was at least five times more than the normal level.

Liulan immediately had a premonition, summoned all the generals into the main camp, and waited for military orders.

Sure enough, not long after, a full moon lit up in the center of the camp. The full moon emitted a hazy moonlight, solidifying into a sheet of silver frost. The moonlight surged, as if something was being conceived, and everyone held their breath, all lowering their eyes and waiting.

First, the outline of a few finger bones, large enough to cover one-third of the night sky, slowly stretched out from the broken moonlight. The skin flowed with a cold, silver-like luster, and the fingernails were as black as if they could swallow light, every subtle movement silently tearing the moonlight, casting a suffocating, mountain-toppling shadow.

The huge fingertips hung down, like invisible pressure, heavily pressing into the lungs, and many Shaman tribe members couldn't bear it, kneeling on the ground one after another. A finger in the moonlight slowly lifted, stirring a piece of moonlight, pointed at Liulan, and said: "Before my army arrives, I want to see sufficient battle results. I don't care what method you use, even if you use up all the sacrificial power given to you, or even if you kill all the warriors in the legion, I want to see battle results! If you can't do it, then go and charge yourself."

Liulan crawled on the ground, not even daring to breathe. He clearly felt Huiye's anger; as long as there was one improper response, everyone in the tent would die.

As the moonlight receded, Liulan immediately got up and roared: "Prepare the main altar, I want to cast the mantra myself!"

Opposite the Shaman tribe's camp, Qingming was silent, and strange low walls and fortresses and small strongholds stretched across the land. The Shaman tribe looked out, and could only see cold buildings, almost unable to see anyone.

At this time, a desolate and dull horn suddenly sounded, and all the Shaman warriors jumped up, rushing out of the barracks, and then stood in various open spaces, holding heavy shields in their hands, the distance between each person standing was about the same, looking from the sky, it was not too dense, nor was there any sparse place. This horn sound was a sign of the whole army gathering, and would generally only be blown before a major battle. But the order just issued clearly said that the battle would only start tomorrow, why was the horn blown now?

Countless Shaman warriors began to gather in a mess, and the sudden order inevitably caused chaos. In the end, it took most of the day to finally gather.

At this time, the horizon behind the army was already dyed with a heavy blood color, and the great mantra was ready.

Then a row of laborers two zhang tall climbed onto the front-line altar, beating war drums several zhang tall; every time a drum beat sounded, the Shaman warriors would feel their blood boiling, and the desire to kill gradually overwhelmed their reason.

Teams of Shaman warriors marched out of the camp, killing toward Qingming, and the big battle finally opened its curtain.

Little Wei Yuan stood on the front line, gazing at the rolling dark green army aura coming like a mountain in the distance, slightly surprised, and said: "Why is the Shaman tribe risking their lives as soon as they come up?"

But this question had no answer. At this time, Little Wei Yuan received news from the border that Li Zhi heard that the Shaman tribe was attacking in large numbers, and personally led fifteen thousand elites, who were on their way to Qingming, and the army would arrive in three days.

Little Wei Yuan was overjoyed, so he ordered people to prepare all military supplies, and at the same time marked out a side area for Li Zhi to defend.

At this time, there was still some time before the Shaman army arrived, and Little Wei Yuan received news again that the Great Tang General Wei Boyang was late and didn't catch up with the Dao Foundation Ceremony, but encountered the Shaman tribe's attack.

Wei Boyang stated that as a Great Tang military general, he couldn't sit by and watch the alien race invade. Therefore, he prepared to stay for a period of time. During this time, he would hide beyond the heavens and choose an opportunity to take action.

In addition, Wei Boyang also brought three thousand Great Tang elites, and handed them over to Little Wei Yuan to train.

The "training" in the envoy's mouth made Little Wei Yuan a bit confused, but these people who were officials in the imperial court were all human spirits, and every word was carefully considered when speaking, and they would never use the wrong word.

At this time, the big battle was already in front, and Little Wei Yuan didn't have the energy to waste with three thousand imperial guards, so he handed them all over to Xu Yi. In Little Wei Yuan's view, Xu Yi had been through many battles and was now a Dharma Form, so bringing three thousand imperial guards was already elevating them.

Late at night, the Shaman vanguard finally entered the shooting range, so Qingming fired ten thousand cannons at once, and shells whistled toward the Shaman army; in the blink of an eye, the front line was a sea of fire, and the first wave of charging Shaman army was almost completely wiped out.

"Good! Just like this, hit hard! After three more rounds of shelling, extend the artillery fire by two hundred zhang!" The battle results made Cui Yu quite excited, and then he adjusted the deployment of the artillery.

At this time, Little Wei Yuan's incarnation beside Cui Yu suddenly said: "Stop shelling!"

Cui Yu was startled: "Why, the Shaman tribe is already charging!"

Little Wei Yuan didn't have time to explain, and continued to give orders to the front-line legion commander, this time directly giving the order to the Captain level. The order was to withdraw half of the warriors from the first-line trench, and the remaining warriors could also withdraw into various strongholds and fortresses if they couldn't resist.

After a long period of construction, the underground tunnels were now as dense as a spider web. Every fortress was connected by underground passages, and the situation where all the defenders in a fortress were killed in battle would never happen again.

The Shaman tribe's first wave of attack invested a full nine hundred thousand troops, attacking on a battle line of a hundred li. At this moment, the Shaman tribe had already begun to charge at full speed, and a few li distance was covered in an instant. The individual firepower of the Qingming warriors in the front-line trench was not very dense to begin with, and suddenly half of the troops were withdrawn, so they couldn't suppress the Shaman tribe's charge, and in the blink of an eye, they were killed by the Shaman army to the front.

Seeing that the firepower suppression was ineffective, the troops in the trench immediately withdrew into the strongholds and fortresses, and then relied on the fortress works to harvest the lives of the Shaman tribe with rotary machine guns. At this time, the sky suddenly revealed swathes of bright green, and the great mantra finally descended!

The night sky was reflected green by the swathes of bright green clouds, and a large group of mist descended from the sky, falling on the position. Although the mist was thin, both humans and Shamans covered by it immediately appeared incomparably painful, falling to the ground and rolling, and not long after, there was no sound.

The range of this mist falling was extremely wide. It actually covered a range of fifty li long and two li wide, and its power was much greater than the blood mantras of the past, to the point that even reinforced concrete was stained black in the mist, with bumps constantly bulging on the surface.

Little Wei Yuan's expression was solemn; if he hadn't just withdrawn half of the warriors, he would have suffered heavy casualties at this moment. He also didn't expect the Shaman tribe to be so ruthless, actually cursing and killing their own warriors together. In the green poisonous mist, the Shaman tribe couldn't persist any longer than the human race, and basically fell in the blink of an eye.

Little Wei Yuan's Human Luck Green Qi instantly disappeared by more than one hundred thousand. Just now he suddenly ordered a retreat, initially just because the artillery fire was too fierce, fearing that the Shaman tribe would be scared and wouldn't engage in group charges anymore.

The real slaughter of trench warfare was not in front of the position, but when the enemy rushed into the first-line position, then the Shaman tribe would face firepower from all directions, front, back, left, and right, and that would be the slaughter.

And Little Wei Yuan also prepared artillery coverage. All fortresses were structures of concrete and steel plates, not afraid of shell fragments, and would not be destroyed unless they were hit directly on the head. By then, the humans would all be hiding in the works and fortresses, and after a round of artillery fire, there shouldn't be any living things on the position.

But Little Wei Yuan also didn't expect the Shaman tribe to release a great mantra as soon as they came up, and the Shaman tribe didn't expect their vanguard to charge too fast, and the human race didn't resist much, actually rushing into the middle of the position in one breath, and as a result, the great mantra fell on their own heads.

The poisonous mist became a natural barrier; as long as the poisonous mist didn't dissipate, the Shaman tribe couldn't attack for the time being, and Little Wei Yuan couldn't retake the position. Fortunately, the warriors in the first-line fortresses used Dao power to seal the shooting holes in time, and the ventilation of the fortresses didn't just rely on the top, but also had underground ventilation pipes, so they were safe for the time being.

After a while, the battle report was sent to Little Wei Yuan.

In the first round of melee, Qingming lost four thousand, and the Shaman tribe suffered fifty-nine thousand casualties. It was just that Qingming's losses were basically all killed in battle, and there were few wounded. Seeing the report, Little Wei Yuan suddenly realized and said quickly: "Let the troops on the second defense line all enter the fortresses to hide!"

The order was immediately passed down, but Little Wei Yuan was still not at ease, and his spiritual sense, with the dual help of the Peerless Dao Domain and the Zhou Tian Star Dou Array, instantly swept across the defense line stretching for hundreds of li.

Little Wei Yuan discovered that at this time, many troops had actually begun to transfer, all withdrawing to the nearby fortresses, leaving only a few eyes in the trench to stare at the Shaman tribe's movements.

"These guys..." Little Wei Yuan was surprised and felt quite comforted.

The Qingming Captains were basically all trained in the military academy for a round, and were very clear about the Shaman tribe's common tactics. Seeing the great mantra descend, they organized the warriors of their own units to hide without waiting for orders, preventing unnecessary casualties. The Captains of the ordinary Nine Kingdoms didn't have this ability, and even the Deputy Generals and Assistant Generals couldn't do it.

At this moment, the war slowed down slightly, and the Shaman tribe's second round of great mantras fell, landing on the second defense line. But the Qingming warriors had already hidden in the fortresses early, so the casualties in this round of great mantras were less than one thousand.

It would take some time for the poisonous mist to dissipate, so Little Wei Yuan seized the time to check the battle report. The war with the Shaman tribe had begun, and at this time, who was the enemy and who was the friend was clear at a glance.

Besides Li Zhi personally leading fifteen thousand troops to reinforce, the Ji-Zhao-Cui family sent three million Qingyuan in aid, the Xu family also had the same amount of aid, and the Bao family's hand was much larger, with ten million at once. But none of the three families sent anyone, and they also seized the time to withdraw the disciples who had just forged their Dao Foundations.

Little Wei Yuan was not surprised by this; clans basically valued people more than treasures and money, and the current situation was unclear, so clans wouldn't place bets early.

The Zhao Kingdom was not unexpected, there was no movement, and instead, they strengthened the border defense. The Jin Prince of Western Jin sent thirty thousand imperial guards to reinforce, and the Ying Prince mobilized ten thousand Northern Army, which was all the reinforcements.

Little Wei Yuan had no expectations for Western Jin, and being able to send a few tens of thousands of troops to show some meaning could already be considered an unexpected joy.

At this time, someone reported that the elder of Qinghe Song-Cui, Cui Chengxiao, had arrived in Qingming and wanted to talk to Little Wei Yuan.

This news surprised Little Wei Yuan very much; this Cui Chengxiao was not an ordinary figure, and in terms of seniority, he was the grand-nephew of the Qinghe Song-Cui Immortal Ancestor Cui Zhengxing, and his cultivation had already been in the middle stage of Master Yu Jing a hundred years ago, ranking in the top five of the Cui family. This person suddenly arrived, and even Little Wei Yuan had to attach importance to it.

At this moment, the Zhou Tian Star Dou Array and the Peerless Dao Domain were monitoring the whole territory, there were many incarnations in various important places, and the Human World's Fireworks could instantly deal with accidents, so it was not particularly important where Little Wei Yuan's true body was. Thus, Little Wei Yuan personally welcomed Cui Chengxiao in the Immortal City, and called Cui Yu to show closeness.

Cui Chengxiao had thick eyebrows and phoenix eyes, broad shoulders and a broad back, and was extremely majestic, not smiling at all. Seeing Little Wei Yuan come out personally, and with Cui Yu present, he appeared satisfied and nodded slightly.

He went straight to the point and proposed the purpose of this trip. Qinghe Song-Cui wanted to establish a boundary stone on a border of Qingming and take a piece of enclave. As a reward, Song-Cui would fully support Qingming.

(End of chapter)