Ghost King Lie glanced hard at Chu Jun in the battle formation, and shouted unwillingly: "Withdraw!"
The tens of thousands of ghost troops immediately retreated like a tide. The Linggang heavy artillery on top of Tiankui City fired again, but this time it did not cause any accidental damage. They all fell into the retreating ghost army formation, instantly killing many ghost sergeants. life.
As soon as the ghost army retreated, the cultivators suddenly felt relieved. Many people had been relying on one breath to hold on until now. As soon as they relaxed, a group of them immediately fainted from their strength. Some people just sat down on the ground where corpses were scattered. Panting.
One bow after another, troop transport ships passed over the heads of Chu Jun and others, chasing the ghost army.
"Damn, come now!" Someone spit on the ground.
A troop transport ship hovered over Tiankui City, and then a brightly armored team flew off the ship, holding big swords and galloping towards Chu Jun and others. The formation was neat and strict, and the big swords flashed coldly in the sun. Cold light.
The general of this 5,000-man team can be regarded as an old acquaintance of Chu Jun. He is the Bronze War General Hou Jun. He was the one who escorted Chu Jun to the eighteenth floor of the Netherworld Desert Island.
Hou Jun's face gradually became solemn as he looked at the scene of mutilated limbs and corpses all over the ground. The five thousand sergeants originally looked arrogant and their eyes showed a touch of disdain, but when they flew over the battlefield, the arrogance on their faces gradually disappeared. , with deep shock in his eyes. It can be seen from the remaining traces of the battlefield that a tragic war took place here.
Hou Jun landed with a solemn expression and walked towards Chu Jun and others. The five thousand soldiers behind him put away their magic weapons and landed on foot.
"Who is your camp leader?" Hou Jun stood in front of thousands of embarrassed survivors and asked loudly.
The people covered in blood did not answer him, but they all looked in the same direction. Hou Jun followed the people's gazes, and his eyes suddenly changed, and he said to himself: "It turns out to be him... No wonder!"
Chu Jun ignored everyone's gazes and didn't even raise his head. He was using the remaining Lin Yue divine power to use the Small Divine Injury Technique to treat the big stick. The surviving disciples of the Tianhuang Sect gathered around, looking at the dying big stick with expressions of incomprehensible sadness and anger.
This time, there were two Nascent Souls, ten Golden Cores, and one hundred Foundation Establishment disciples from the Tianhuang Sect. After this battle, less than fifty people survived, and three Golden Cores died. The most shameful thing is that two of the golden elixirs were killed by Tiankui City's thunder cannon.
"Big fat cow, you must hold on, don't die!" Xiao Xiao stood beside him with red eyes, crying incessantly.
Yuen Lang, Huang Qi and others stood silently, Fan Jian knelt down, holding the bloody palm of the big stick tightly with his left hand, and the veins on his neck stood out: "Bangchui, don't pretend to be dead for me. You must hold on, you must hold on!”
Luo Heng stood expressionless, with a ghost knife on his shoulder. The ghost general slashed his shoulder with the knife before he died. Although he had exhausted all his strength, it still cut into his shoulder blade.
Hou Jun walked to Chu Jun and stood next to him, but did not disturb him. The five thousand regular soldiers behind him all looked at Chu Jun and others with doubts, obviously thinking that the dying guy was the camp leader.
Chu Jun used up the last bit of Lin Yue's divine power in his body, and the holy light from his palm gradually dimmed and finally disappeared. Fan Jian raised his bloodshot eyes and asked, "Boss, can Bang Chui be saved?"
"It will take a few more surgeries, and I will try my best to cure him!" Chu Jun said in a deep voice.
Hou Jun hurriedly said: "Chu Jun...!"
Chu Jun raised his head and glanced at Hou Jun, waved his hand before he finished speaking: "I am not the camp leader, the camp leader Qin Ming is over there!" After saying that, he stood up, took out a Shenji Pavilion tent, opened it, picked up the mallet and left. After entering, he turned back and said: "Elder Yuan, Fan Jian, please don't let anyone disturb our sect!"
Yuen Long said hurriedly: "Yes, Sect Master!"
Luo Heng and Xiaoxiao both followed into the tent. The tent was closed, and the disciples of the Tianhuang Sect immediately surrounded the tent to prevent anyone from approaching.
Hou Jun couldn't help but frowned, and turned around to look. His frown suddenly deepened. Not far away, he saw an old Yuanying man treating a disabled person. One of his legs had been broken at the knee and was covered in blood. It's terrible. This person was Qin Ming, the young master of the Daming Palace. This unlucky guy happened to be hit by a thunder cannon. Although there was a Nascent Soul guarding him, one of his legs was still broken. He fainted from the pain. Not awake yet.
The camp leader of Bianyang Mansion, Xiao Yang, was even more unlucky and had already died in the war. Hou Jun couldn't find the person in charge, so he had to order five thousand soldiers to clean the battlefield and wait for Chu Jun to come out before making plans.
Time passed by minute by second. The disciples of the Tianhuang Sect formed a circle around Chu Jun's camp and sat silently to rest and heal their injuries. The cultivators from other sects did not leave either. They all sat on the ground and waited.
Hou Jun looked at the tent with strange eyes, as did the five thousand soldiers, because they had learned about the battle from individual cultivators.
More than nineteen thousand!
Nearly 20,000 ghost clans were wiped out in this war. Among them, there were as many as 31 ghost generals and more than 100 ghost captains. Moreover, Chu Jun also defeated a ghost governor. This achievement is undoubtedly quite brilliant. , even though the price paid by human cultivators is equally heavy, such a record puts even the regular army to shame.
This time it was all because of Chu Jun. If Chu Jun had not taken the lead from the beginning, more than 20,000 people might have fled. In the end, let alone achieving such a brilliant record, it would be good to have 10% of them alive.
Hou Jun finally understood why when he asked who was the camp leader, everyone's eyes turned to Chu Jun. There is no doubt that after this tragic battle, Chu Jun has established a unique prestige in the hearts of everyone!
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More than a dozen bow troop carriers appeared due east of Tiankui City, apparently returning from chasing the ghost army!
The eldest prince stood on the deck of the main ship in high spirits, turned off the defensive array, and enjoyed the strong wind blowing comfortably. Indeed, there is nothing more exciting than a great victory.
Du Runan led an army of 100,000 to chase the defeated ghost army, and drove nearly a thousand miles before returning. Although only a few thousand ghost soldiers were killed, it was still a great victory, wasn't it
"Congratulations to the eldest prince, for the great victory. The ghost clan fled at the direction of the soldiers, and the danger of Tiankui City was successfully resolved!" One of the staff flattered him.
"Yeah, these ghost armies are nothing special. They were so scared that they ran away as soon as they saw the shadow of our army!"
"Our eldest prince is not only wise and mighty, but those ghost generals are intimidated when they hear the name of our eldest prince!"
Du Runan frowned and feigned anger: "I hate flatterers the most!"
Several staff members suddenly looked sarcastic and stopped talking. They flattered the horse's legs. They couldn't help but secretly regret it. However, they heard Du Runan say again: "The ghost army retreated all because I, Sergeant Chongming, fought bravely and was not afraid of life and death!"
"Haha, what the eldest prince said is right. All our soldiers are fighting bravely to be the first. With the eldest prince's command, they will sweep through the ghost army!"
Du Runan glanced at this guy approvingly, then turned to look at the bow troop transport ship on the left. There was also a person standing on the bow deck of the bow troop transport ship. It was the seventh prince Du Ruhui, the deputy commander of this army expedition. , the eldest prince Du Runan serves as the coach.
Each bow troop transport can carry five thousand people, so there are only twenty bow troop transports left in the army of 100,000.
The Tiankui City defense formation was closed, and the city lord Han Geng led dozens of his confidants to welcome them out of the city. Twenty troop transport ships sailed into Tiankui City in a mighty manner.
"Han Geng greets the eldest prince and the seventh prince!" Han Geng greeted Du Runan and Du Ruhui as they came off the boat, saluting and saying hello with a smile on his face.
Du Runan waved his hands with a cheerful face and said: "Your Majesty, the City Lord is exempt from the courtesy!"
Du Ruhui just smiled slightly and followed his brother humbly, without any disrespect!
Han Geng was an old man and did not dare to neglect Du Ruhui. He bowed to Du Ruhui and said with a smile: "This time it was all thanks to the Chongming Army to save the siege. I am really grateful. I have already ordered people to serve a celebratory drink. You two Prince please!”
Du Runan hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Lord City Lord, go and summon the camp leaders of Daming Mansion and Bianyang Mansion and the leaders of each city sect. They are indispensable for defeating the demon army this time!"
"Yes, yes, I was negligent!" Han Geng said with a smile, but he was secretly beating in his heart. Thinking of Chu Jun's hundred-foot-high Dharma Prime Minister, his scalp went numb. He had gone too far, and I'm afraid everyone in the sect People hate themselves very much at this moment.
Soon, the Bronze War General Hou Jun came in a hurry, walked to Du Runan and saluted: "I see you, Commander-in-Chief, Deputy Commander-in-Chief!"
Du Runan looked unhappy and said, "Why are you the only one?"
Hou Jun looked embarrassed and said: "They... they refuse to come!"
Du Runan couldn't help but change his color and shouted: "How dare they disobey military orders?"
Du Ruhui perked up and said with a smile: "Brother, calm down. There must be a reason why they don't come. Hou Jun, why don't they come?"
Hou Jun hurriedly said: "This time the 50,000 ghost tribe invaded. Chu Jun, the leader of the Tianhuang Sect, led the cultivators from various sects to fight bravely and killed nearly 20,000 ghost tribesmen, dozens of ghost generals, and more than a hundred ghost captains. Chu Jun also defeated a ghost governor!"
Hou Jun did not say the reason why they did not come, but first talked about his achievements, apparently with the intention of helping them.
As soon as these sets of numbers came out, everyone present was horrified. Du Runan and Du Ruhui were both frightened. This was probably the biggest victory for human cultivators since the invasion of the ghost clan. Du Runan's heart skipped a beat. Although he was not directly involved in this battle, he was the head coach and the credit would definitely go to him in the end. As soon as this victory was spread back, his reputation had not yet increased.
"Congratulations to the eldest prince, a great victory, a great victory!" a staff member said happily.
Instant flattery!
Du Runan's expression slowed down and he asked, "Then why don't they come to see me?"
PS: There will be another update before 12 o'clock tonight.