Wanren Mountain.

Calculate the time, the battle to destroy the barbarians should have ended long ago.

The group of veterans who were blocking the road were sitting in the Zhengqi Square of Wanren Mountain, waiting for the news from the thousands of miles of wasteland.

Wanren Yumen is one. As long as there is news, Wanren will soon know.

But why is the righteous square still not fluctuating?

Everyone's hearts were raised.

Could it be—

completely annihilated!

...

Like them, the people of Wanrenshan were also waiting for news.

Unlike in the past, nearly 60% of the troops who went to fight this time were ordinary people.

Among them are their sons, their husbands, and their fathers.

So, they have a more personal feeling.

...

In the conference hall, Han Qingzhu was still playing chess.

Not seemingly worried at all.

While playing chess, I still criticized the Zhongjing chess tyrant Yan Baichuan with the other party.

It has to be said that Han Qingzhu's calm behavior also gave many great scholars a reassurance.

After all, Han Qingzhu has long established unparalleled prestige in the army for decades.

But there are still people whispering-

After all, it is mainly ordinary people!

This time, the soldiers were reckless.

...

The clouds were churning in Zhengqi Square, and it seemed that there was a slight appearance of people.

The veterans all stood up from the ground, and the people waiting on the outside for a long time also rushed up.

Someone is here.

Is it a miserable victory? A miserable defeat? Or—

completely annihilated?

Everyone stretched their necks and felt the positive energy transmission formation for the first time so slowly.

Finally, the sky disappeared, and only a figure appeared in the square.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

This is the guardian of Yumen Pass!

Didn’t any of the soldiers who went to the war come back?

Sure enough, ordinary people go to the first battle and die!

An atmosphere of sadness began to spread among the crowd.

...

Nie Xiaowu shook his head. The first time he passed the teleportation formation, his head was a little dizzy.

But the military newspaper is important.

Just as he recovered from his consciousness, he saw a pair of eyes staring at him.

An old scholar asked tremblingly: Boy, how is the battle situation?

How many soldiers who went to war still live?

Nie Xiaowu was stunned for a moment: How many lives are you alive?

Those people almost finished drinking the wine from Yumenguan!

Everyone will be drunk and can't get up.

Nie Xiaowu cleared his throat. He did not have a tongue to burst into spring thunder, but at this moment, the sound came into the sky.

"The Great Victory in the Wasteland--"

"Slay the great master of the Mordan Khan tribe, and kill the little prince of the Mordan Khan tribe, Mochik!"

"Annihilation of Tulanwan Cavalry!"

"Wilderness, great victory-"

Everyone looked at each other.

Only when the military order is determined, if there are less than 30% of the casualties and the enemy's troops are destroyed can it be called a victory!

"A great victory? Is it a great victory?" The veteran wanted to ask again, but Nie Xiaowu had already used his light body technique and ran towards the Virgin Hall of Wanren Mountain.

Running all the way, shouting all the way-

"A great victory in the wasteland! A great victory in the wasteland! A great victory in the wasteland!"

A great victory!

The veteran wiped his tears.

I haven't heard such words for many years.

He had been waiting for a long time in Wanren Mountain, and he wanted to hear such a sound in his dreams.

He wanted to hear such a voice on behalf of those dead comrades.

His hunched body stood up, and the remaining righteousness of his body came out. He shouted with his neck tilted—

Great victory—

Hun Return’s comrade, have you heard it?

...

With the "great victory", the entire Wanren Mountain became boiling.

Han Qingzhu, who was in charge of the mighty mansion, naturally had a sense of it.

Looking at the excited Daru in front of him, Han Qingzhu suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, flipped his wrist, took out a goose feather fan from somewhere, and sang it gently, as if the battle was in control.

"It seems that the soldiers have defeated the barbarian enemy."

"First, the situation is not over yet."

As he said that, he picked up a chess piece, but he couldn't suppress his emotions. The righteousness flowed out from his fingers and smashed the black chess piece!

Fortunately, at this time, Xiao Qi walked in quickly and shouted: "Soldiers, great victory in the wasteland, there will be military reports sent by Zhong Qifang."

"Hmm? Read!"

"Report to the military minister, Qifang led the battle with the Tulan Wanqi in the battle with the wilderness, and the divine martial arts of Wan'anbo's heroic spirit, combined with the power of the soldiers, to defeat Tulan."

Xiao Qi held the jade slip of the military newspaper, his voice trembled slightly: "The formation killed the little prince Mochik below level 1083, and since then there was no Tulan cavalry in Mordan. Our army fell by 572 people and seriously injured 1,044 people."

"The heads of the barbarian enemy were cast into Jingguan, and the piles were as high as several feet high."

"Da Xuan Wansheng! The human race is mighty!"

Before Xiao Qi could finish his words, the great scholar who was playing against the soldiers quickly got up and left his seat. Regardless of the rules, he took the military newspaper from Xiao Qi and started reading it again.

Han Qingzhu was also extremely excited at this time.

He knew there might be surprises.

I didn't expect such a big surprise!

The army dominated by ordinary people fought fiercely in the field, but actually destroyed the barbarian army with 20% of the battle!

Of course, this ordinary army was formed by Wanrenshan gathering elite troops from the entire Great Wall defense line.

But what about three years later, five years later, or even ten years later?

"It's so upside down!" Han Qingzhu murmured, and suddenly thought of the figure of the young man who was in Changming Palace, facing the urgent force of the Ministry of Rites, and wrote poems to him.

"The holy talent came from heaven!"

...

Zhongjing.

This is the time when the lights are on.

News of the first battle has spread all over the world with Di Bao and Da Xuan Min Bao.
To be continued...