Immortal and Demon Cultivation

This war in the human world has basically ended. Only the Tianhuo Dong in Southern Xinjiang and tens of thousands of heavenly warriors are still resisting. However, it is only a matter of time before the top officials in Southern Xinjiang take Ye Xiaochuan's vicious suggestion and conquer the Tianhuo Dong.

Eagle Beak Cliff and the Southern Border Wasteland have begun to clean up the battlefield, collect corpses, pack weapons, and look for the lost Skyfire Beasts.

His Majesty, the current Emperor of the Zhao Dynasty, issued twelve edicts in one day to inform the world.

Middle-earth, Western Region, Southern Border, Northern Border... Every place in the human world has received news of the Yingzui Cliff catastrophe and the complete annihilation of the incoming legions from the heavens.

The whole country celebrates, the whole world celebrates...

Everyone celebrated this hard-won victory.

Some are cheering, some are crying, and some are crying.

For more than a year, no, to be precise, for the past three years, when the imperial court began to prepare for war vigorously, the world fell into a huge panic.

When the catastrophe came to southern Xinjiang a year ago and then moved northward, the imperial court began to tell the people the beginning and end of the catastrophe, as well as the history of previous catastrophes.

Heaven is the place that mortals yearn for. Faced with the attack of heavenly soldiers and generals, many mortals have a pessimistic attitude. They believe that mortals cannot defeat the heavenly beings in heaven. They believe that the catastrophe is the punishment sent by the sky for the emperor's failure to practice virtue.

The southern gate of Middle-earth, which was originally thought to be undefendable, was now held. Middle-Earth was saved, and the world was saved. Everyone was silent in the joy of victory, and no one cared about how many people died.

The human war losses have been tallied up, but His Majesty the Emperor has not announced them to the public because of various factors. In seven days of hard fighting, more than 16,394,000 human soldiers were killed and more than 2,425,500 were injured. Most of the injured were cavalry from the Middle Earth and the Western Regions. In the canyon The number of wounded soldiers who escaped from the war was very small.

Its tiny.

As for the five tribes in southern Xinjiang, the foreign tribes, and the beast riders in northern Xinjiang, the casualties were also very large, and it was difficult to complete the statistics in a short time.

Sixteen million kilograms of corpses of human warriors and four million corpses of heavenly warriors, a total of more than 20 million corpses, were piled up on the defense line of Yingzui Cliff Canyon and the southern wasteland outside.

Seven days, only seven days of fighting, and more than two million people died heroically almost every day.

Of course His Majesty the Emperor would not dare to publish such tragic data.

China has mobilized 60 million young and middle-aged men to form a regular army, and nearly one-third of it was reimbursed in just one battle. If this data is released to the world, there will be big problems in the entire China.

The corpses in the wasteland were easier to deal with. After all, the wasteland was vast. After collecting the corpses, they could be put on the chariot and taken away.

It is difficult to clean up the corpses in the canyon.

In the twenty-mile-long canyon, there was no place where you could see the ground beneath your feet. The canyon was covered with corpses, layer after layer, several feet thick.

Especially on the south side of Eagle Belly Mountain, corpses were piled up into a mountain that was almost as tall as Eagle Belly Mountain. What's more, the corpses of those giant warriors and madman warriors were too big, making it very difficult to clean them up.

The flames kept burning on the body and showed no intention of extinguishing.

So General Hong Qi wrote a letter to burn the corpses of both the enemy and ourselves in the canyon on the spot.

His Majesty the Emperor adopted General Hong Qi's suggestion and sent monks from the Royal Cultivation Academy to the Western Regions overnight to transport a large amount of fire oil.

Zhao Shiqu was not buried in a three-inch-thick coffin as he had hoped for during his lifetime.

The coffin he brought from Hanyang City had long been destroyed by the flames of the Skyfire Beast.

After the last enemy on the battlefield was chopped into pieces, the whole army boiled for two hours. All the soldiers waved their weapons and roared loudly.

Two hours later, the celebrations ceased, and all the soldiers fell into endless sadness.

The crowded human soldiers on the north side of Yingbelly Mountain made a way. His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress led the civil and military officials to slowly come from the north. Behind the civil and military officials was a huge nanmu coffin.

There were sixteen lifting poles on the nanmu coffin weighing ten thousand kilograms. Thirty-two cultivators from the Royal Cultivation Academy carried the coffin slowly forward in the valley.

All of them had white cloth wrapped around their foreheads.

They came to collect the body of the marching general manager of Jiannan Road.

The group of people walked slowly to the northern foot of Eagle Belly Mountain, and then went up the mountain.

Zhao Shiqu was still standing there upright. He had been dead for a long time. His body had no support, but he never fell.

Yang Shiqu, Zhao Shiqu's best friend during his lifetime, also had a white cloth tied on his head. He knelt down behind Zhao Shiqu and was burning Ming coins in a copper basin.

There was only so much he could do for his friend.

His Majesty the Emperor burst into tears when he saw Zhao Shiqu's straight back, and shouted: "Shiqu!" Zhao Shiqu, male, was born in the 18th year of Yongtai. He inherited the title of King of Hanyang and had a fiefdom of 3,400 miles. In the 52nd year of Yongtai, he was promoted to the sword. The general manager of the South Road March, with more than 4,600 troops in charge. The following year, he defended the fourth line of defense at Yingzui Cliff at Yingfu Mountain and fought hard for seven days to die for his country.

, died at the age of thirty-four. Later, he was awarded the title of Grand Marshal of the World's Soldiers and Horses, King of Han Dynasty in Jiannan, and the fiefdom of sixty-three states in the five regions south of the Yangtze River. He inherited it from generation to generation and lived with the country.

Since then, Zhao Shiqu's glorious life has ended. More than ten years later, his son Zhao Chengzhi inherited his father's legacy, put on armor and took command, fighting for several months on the line between the Heavenly Army and Yandang Mountain, and the entire army was wiped out. When the people of the Houtian Realm learned that Zhao Chengzhi was the son of Zhao Shiqu, the former coach of Yingzui Cliff, they were furious and whipped the corpse three thousand times.

, grind the bones and flesh with a stone mill, cook and eat them.

This is all a story for later.

The emperor and the empress led the civil and military officials to hold a grand sacrificial ceremony on the Eagle Belly Mountain.

Not only were they sacrificing to Zhao Shiqu, but also Yang Zhentian, Feng Zhiang, and the more than 16 million human soldiers who died in the battle.

In the middle of the night, countless Kongming lanterns were raised, not only in the Eagle Cliff, but also in all parts of the human world tonight. They were using Kongming lanterns to guide the souls of the human soldiers who died on the battlefield.

The sound of war drums kept ringing, and never stopped.

It was not until the next day that the sacrificial ceremony was declared over.

Zhao Shiqu's body was collected in a nanmu coffin, carried by 32 cultivators, and flew slowly.

Wherever he passed, the soldiers on the ground, on the cliffs, and on the fortifications all knelt on one knee to send their commander away.

No matter how much loss the human world suffered in this battle, Zhao Shiqu fulfilled his responsibilities.

He won the respect of all the soldiers in the army.

Yang Ershi watched Zhao Shiqu's coffin slowly leave. He wiped his tears, turned around and flew westwards towards Hanyang City.

Many things after the war were very complicated. Last night, His Majesty the Emperor had discussed with him and asked the Yang family to help appease the people of Jiangnan Road. Now he had to rush back to Hanyang City to arrange post-war matters.