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War in the Wasteland 269 Invasion of the Undead (2)

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    "Dear Lord Chinamos, please, please let my 20,000 troops keep some flesh and blood. I am willing to bear the humiliation and give up my self-respect. I admit that we barbarians have lost face here!" Akaman  De cried loudly, begging for orders from Cinamos.

    "Actually, it should have been effective in our third attack!" Uncharacteristically, Chinamos said this.  "Stop now? My Commander Akamander, don't lose your last bit of sanity! Let me tell you, your deployment has already disgraced you barbarians. Do you think they can still go back alive? Impossible  , you know, if they were not cowardly and afraid of death, Hongcheng would have been attacked long ago. It would not be like this now!"

    "No! No!" the barbarian commander Akamander roared hysterically: "We have tried our best, and my sons have shed their last drop of blood on this land. No one is not afraid of death,  If you¡¯re willing to continue, then sorry, I¡¯m not willing to!¡±

    "I hope you can succeed! I'm sorry, this red city has a very limited area for us barbarians to deploy our troops, and there is no way to fully deploy it. Dear Lord Chinamos, please forgive Akamander for being unable to  I¡¯ll give you more help.¡± Akamander roared angrily.

    No matter how large the territory is, it still needs people to rule it. This barbarian commander is not a fool.  After saying sorry to Qinamos, he shook his head and was about to turn around and walk away. After thinking about it, he turned back to the powerful lich and said: "Dear lord lich, please allow me to take away all the wounds on the battlefield."  Soldier! We have already lost this war, please don¡¯t use my sons to sacrifice their lives for you!"

    Akamander¡¯s whole body was almost stretched like a bow, the corners of his mouth were twisted sideways, and his eyes were red and bloodshot.  He looked like a raging mad dog, staring at the lich sitting on the nightmare's back.  The outcome of this war has exceeded his imagination. It is simply incredible.

    The rescue army of less than 10,000 people actually relied on this red city to kill nearly 100,000 barbarian warriors.

    There are only about 30,000 soldiers left in the entire barbarian country, and these 30,000 people only account for 20% of the adult men in the country!  Barbarians are born with low reproductive capacity, and the entire country has a population of only a million. Excluding the old, weak, women, children, and children, there are only less than 200,000 left.  Now that so many young people have been killed and injured here all at once, I am afraid that when they return to China, everyone across the country will need to wear sackcloth and mourn.  If this is really the result

    Akamander took a deep breath and raised his head to the adjutant beside him.

    Since we have decided to retreat, there is no need to continue fighting.  Signaling the adjutant to take out the white flag, announcing the defeat of the battle.  As long as the white flag is unfurled, it means that the war is over and complete surrender.  According to the practice on the mainland, as long as the two sides choose to surrender, they are not allowed to start another war.  Of course, there have been many cases of false surrender in history, but when the white flag was raised by the barbarians, the movements of the rescue troops on the city wall unconsciously slowed down.

    Naturally, the barbarians blocking the city stopped fighting and took two steps back consciously.  Suddenly, the two parties who were still desperately crowded together gave way, as if an invisible wall of air was separated in the middle, blocking the two parties outside.

    The barbarians who were at a disadvantage had no choice but to retreat, but they did not dare to move too much.

    The main reason is that they are afraid that these rescue troops will not be moral and will kill them all while they are retreating.  The rescue army also had the same idea. They were mainly worried that these guys were pretending to surrender and would look for opportunities to counterattack while they were retreating.  So even if these guys retreated, no matter how tired the rescue army was, they never put down their weapons and pointed their blades at these rescue troops.

    A wave of barbarians with white belts on their heads rushed forward, which shocked many people in the rescue army and almost stopped working.

    And Akamander was also constantly on guard against Chinamos, because he knew that this lich would not be easy to talk to at all, but he couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw him just holding his head high.  Although I am very dissatisfied, there is no solution.  Akamander was neither a match for Chinamos nor could he capture the Red City to avenge the dead barbarians so he had no choice but to watch all this happen.

    "Xisuosuo!"

    The Nightmare Bone Horse suddenly stood up and stepped on the ground with its flaming hooves.

    The sound was not loud, but it seemed that with the scream of the nightmare, the entire noisy battlefield fell silent in an instant.  A heavy atmosphere quietly began to spread outwards, and at the same time, many people could feel a magic power quickly spreading throughout the battlefield.

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    Blood bubbles suddenly appeared on the swamp-like ground. The red blood bubbles grew bigger and bigger, and then exploded.  This place was originally just a mixture of flesh and blood, and this would not happen even if some time passed.

    But this scene made everyone look over.

    The most tragic part of the entire battlefield was the moat under the city wall. Many dead bodies sank. Many barbarians on the riverside were struggling to retrieve the bodies.  The long-billed crocodiles and dragon-toothed fish in the moat had been killed long ago and would never appear again under such circumstances.

    But what¡¯s strange is that there are also clusters of blisters on the moat.

    The blisters were few and small at first, but as time went by, they became more and more numerous.  Blood bubbles began to appear at the city gate, the moat, and almost all the ground covered with flesh. From a distance, it looked like boiled water, rolling and bubbling.

    At the same time, those spiritual bodies that were originally invisible to ordinary people are slowly materializing, allowing more and more people to see them.

    "Undead!"

    Although Akamander was a barbarian, he was still well-informed. He could tell at a glance what those mini gray shadows were and couldn't help shouting.  The creatures on the mainland are somewhat resistant to the undead. Although Chinamos is a lich, he still wears a cloak and is not as straightforward as those ghosts.  Now that the ghost appeared, many barbarians were startled.  The rescued barbarian swallowed his breath and sat back on the ground on the spot.

    After all, not everyone knows that Chinamus, who wears a cloak and remains silent, is a lich.  Many people still think that this guy is a powerful magician

    "My lordmy lord, youyou" Akamande was so angry that he couldn't even speak. He tapped Chinamos' nose with one hand and his face turned pale.  Why didn't he know that this was Chinamos' fault? The environment here was not suitable for producing undead at all, let alone appearing on such a large area.  There was only one undead person present, the lich, and Akamander simply didn't know where to think unless he had doubts on his head.

    "What's wrong with me?" Chinamos smiled coldly and lowered his head.

    With his movements, the spirits flying in the sky seemed to be absorbed into the vortex, quickly spinning and flying into Chinamos's nasal cavity.

    "I want to take back the bones of my son-in-law. If you do this, their souls will not be able to rest in peace." Akamander took a deep breath and tried to muster up the courage to say.

    "Do you think it's possible?"

    Chinamos couldn¡¯t help but laugh, and his head covered by the hood turned to the side.  Akamander didn't know the other party's intention, so he looked over subconsciously.  When he saw it, he suddenly took a breath of air.  A chill surged up crazily from the depths of his spine.  Akamande, who had never felt cold before, could not help but tremble at this moment

    The rising sun rising from the mountain seems to have changed its color.

    The semicircle half exposed at the top of the mountain has turned black without knowing when, but there is still a golden halo around it.  And no matter how hard you stare, it seems that the sun has no intention of changing.  It's like time has been frozen

    "When you are alive, you have to work hard for me. Even when you are dead, you have to work hard for me! No one can escape, this is your fate!"

    Chinamos couldn't help but laugh, as if to verify the lich's words, the blood bubbles on the lake suddenly stopped, and were replaced by skeleton arms that were white and red.
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