The drums of war thundered, the gates of the city closed in cold blood, and the army went out of the fortress.
The cloud of war condensed in the sky above, like a monster with its teeth and claws, pounced towards the distant Black Cloud City.
Because of the existence of magic weapons such as the Sumi ring, the army almost does not need logistical supplies. What is strange is that they carry tens of thousands of cages, dragged by the monsters to the front.
At the junction of the Demon Realm and the Human World, the generals dragged out the prisoners one by one and buried them alive in the ground, leaving only one head outside.
These prisoners are men and women, old and young. Some cried bitterly, some yelled, and some remained silent. But no one begged for mercy, there was no such thing as compassion in Demon Realm.
Marching all the way, all the way buried alive, just like planting a tree, leaving a sorrow all the way.
The territory of the Demon Territory broke through the border area, and if viewed from a high altitude, it would be like a huge arrow straight into the Black Cloud City.
These prisoners are the "sinners" of the Demon Realm, or they are framed by conspiracy, or because of cowardice and incompetence, or are simply victims of war, and they have one of the most common charges-good people.
As the magic soil penetrates into the human realm, burying it alive is no longer enough.
The Wuzhus began to set up altars and escorted each prisoner to the altar, and executed them to death under the crowd of soldiers.
The screams came and went one after another, as if to tear the sky apart.
The Wuzhus are exquisite craftsmanship, and they want to make the prisoners feel the greatest pain without quickly dying. This torture often lasts for several days and nights, and can only be completed with the assistance of a few apprentices.
The wisest Wuzhu can cooperate with different equipment and techniques to make the victim scream differently, giving the bystander the ultimate spiritual experience.
As a result, two major factions were formed, "Experientialism" and "Expressionism."
The experientialist believes that it should focus on torture itself and give the "sinner" the most painful experience, rather than acting like a clown. To please those stupid audiences.
Expressionists believe that there is only one "sinner", but there are hundreds of audiences. It is self-evident which is heavier and which is lighter. The experiential school is just a group of sadism without a sense of responsibility and mission.
correct. There are also "methodists" who invent new types of torture and instruments of torture. Because they are too rigid in form, they are not taken seriously.
This scene can make people go crazy, but the demons watched it with great interest and kept their eyes on it. Some are still full of intoxication and admiration.
"Oh, this cut is really wonderful!" "This guy has a good voice, screams one after another, tactfully and high-pitched. Tsk!"
Suddenly there was a Mominju report: "I told Master Wuzhu that I saw Zhou Chu couldn't bear to look directly at him. After all, he has a bad conscience!"
"Ah, Lord Wu Zhu, I have no conscience! I have no conscience! I am hungry to see."
Wu Zhu glanced at him coldly, and dropped a scorched hand down the altar.
Zhou Chu pounced on it, gnawing wildly: "The meat of a good person is delicious!"
"How dare you say that the meat of good people is delicious, but is the meat of our evil people unpalatable?"
"No, I didn't mean that."
"Small request Master Wu Zhu, sacrifice this'pseudo villain' to Motian!"
"Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!"
The demons approached with a low growl. His face looked like a smile but not a smile, weird and twisted.
"what!!!"
Then another "good guy" hidden in the ranks of the evil guys was discovered and eliminated, and morale became more and more vigorous.
With one hundred thousand "good people" as sacrifices. The army quickly advanced towards Black Cloud City.
Although the territory opened up in this way is only temporary, as long as it is pushed to the Black Cloud City, the demons will fight on their own land, gain huge geographical advantages, and avoid being attacked by the enemy during the march.
This tactic is no longer a secret. One of the consequences of successive years of fighting is that everything becomes clear. All strategies and tactics have been used millions of times, even without deduction and analysis on the map, all the possibilities have already happened.
There are a hundred ways to crack this tactic in the human world. Moyu has one hundred and one ways to counteract it, so this tactic can continue to be retained. And be used.
Because of the limitations of various practical conditions, the changes are often smaller than the chess game.
Once the war starts. There is no room for any magical tricks, and no hero can turn the tide of the battle casually. Only a bloody meat grinder is left, just to see which side can stuff more flesh and blood.
Li Liehuo knew all this well, and the defense system of Heiyun City was built on the two armies of the "Black Cloud Thunder Roar Formation" and the "Agni" and "Xuanwu" regiments.
And the establishment of the legion is to better organize the flesh and blood and stuff it into this meat grinder.
Now that Chao Tianjiao is gone, the Xuanwu Legion is almost abolished.
This is not only because of her strength, but more importantly, the Xuanwu Legion was established in her name, and it has established great prestige in countless battles.
Only with prestige can there be military aspirations, and only with military aspirations can there be strength. It cannot be replaced by a casual disciple.
The current situation is that if the flesh and blood of mortals are not contained, only the flesh and blood of practitioners can be contained.
Which practitioner would like to do this? Ordinary monks are unwilling, true disciples can still be suppressed, true disciples are unwilling, who can force them to sacrifice, not to mention even his "big brother" is unwilling.
He even missed Chao Tianjiao a little.
At this time, the Fire Hall arrived.
The whispers in the Fire Hall gradually calmed down as his footsteps sounded.
All true disciples saw the polite way: "Brother!"
Li Liehuo saw them in groups of three or five, standing or sitting, some holding swords against the wall, and some simply sitting at the chairperson's table, but Ge Xing was sitting alone. I couldn't help frowning, and ordered: "Sit down!"
The people took their seats one by one, even if they were the several female monks who were going to question Li Liehuo, they were also deterred by his prestige. The true biography disciples who had never been to Black Cloud City felt that the atmosphere here was completely different from that of the True Legend Palace.
"The Demon Territory army has probably set off. This time it is determined to pull out Black Cloud City. The scale of the attack will exceed any time in history. If you want to defend Black Cloud City, please prepare for half of them to fall here."
"What?! Half of the people have fallen?" "Brother, are you kidding me!"
According to the truth, the disciples looked different, some were shocked, some were unbelievable, and some frowned and thought. Never expected Li Liehuo to be so pessimistic.
Lotte was playing with a pair of dice with a playful look. This was a good opportunity to gamble on whether Black Cloud City could be held, but he didn't want to bear the anger of the "big brother", so he only added a sentence for Li Liehuo in his heart:
"Half of the people who fell may not be able to hold, but that is the greatest damage you can withstand."
Pi Yangqiu seemed to see through his thoughts and preached: "Hehe, Lotte, this'big brother' is still too young after all. This is already an overestimation of their determination. I think that at most one-third of their lives will die. It's over. These years have been so peaceful, there are not many old guys who have experienced the war."
"Afraid to scare them! Hey, do you really think that the emperor can't die?" (To be continued.)