After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Chapter 172

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Brother Aqi resisted the urge to drag the shaman in front of him out and chop him into pieces, and gave orders in a hurry.

"Dangdangdang~~"

When the horn sounded, the Dilu army fled in panic.

Those who have a shield are lucky, and those who have nothing to protect themselves from it all depend on whether they are lucky enough.

Small hailstones won’t kill you, but at most you’ll vomit three liters of blood.

When big hailstones fall down, even masters of internal strength will be either killed or injured.

To be truly safe, you need to have internal strength of at least twenty years.

This time, there were even more corpses left outside the city. Hail fell around the city, and the densely packed siege troops outside the city suffered the most casualties.

When the generals gathered again to discuss matters and the casualties were reported, Brother Aqi's eyes went dark and he almost fainted.

Four thousand were killed and sixteen thousand were wounded.

There were only 40,000 soldiers deployed in the siege army, and half of them went there directly.

But no matter how unacceptable it is, in the end you still have to come back to these three words.

How to do?

Instinctively, the generals looked at the Great Spiritual Sacrifice Shaman.

The military wizards may not be very skilled, but no one can replace them, right?

At this time, the Great Spiritual Sacrifice Shaman raised his hand hesitantly and said, "I have a secret technique that can suppress the frost energy, preventing the opponent from using it."

The generals were already gritting their teeth at this moment, and looking at this great spiritual wizard, it was as if they were looking at a scum who was incapable of doing anything and was more likely to cause trouble.

It is true that the casualties were from Brother Aqi’s side, but they were also theirs.

Occult, see also Occult.

All of this guy's secret techniques require human sacrifice.

The cost is high, and more importantly, it is extremely frustrating.

So everyone looked at Brother Aqi again.

Brother Aqi naturally wants to eat people, what might he do?

No more attacking the city?

retreat?

Where to go back?

What good will King Di get if he returns empty-handed?

He entered the pass to support King Di's main force on the east side.

The southern barbarians all thought that King Di was entering the pass to plunder the valleys, but in fact King Di had made two preparations.

On the one hand, attack Caogu. If there is an opportunity, directly capture the capital of Dali, force the Guanning Army to surrender, and change the dynasty.

It is bitterly cold outside the Great Wall, but the ideal home is inside the Great Wall.

For such a large-scale plan, speed is of the essence. How can we stop just because of a mere 20,000 casualties?

If King Di knew about this, he would definitely skin himself alive.

"Draw lots again, ten warriors!" Aqige gritted his teeth.

But the Great Spiritual Sacrifice Wizard quickly and tremblingly stretched out two fingers: "General, this time I want twenty!"

"What?" Brother Aqi glared fiercely.

"Why are there more people?"

"I, the warrior Dadi, am not a beast of burden!"

"Bastard!"

The generals rebuked him.

But after scolding the generals, you looked at me and I looked at you, and the problem returned to the starting point.

Twenty?

Twenty then.

Compared with the important military affairs, what’s the harm in having ten more?

"I'll give you twenty, but you'd better not do anything weird again!" Brother Aqi's fists were clenched white, and his eyes were cold and terrifying.

The Great Spiritual Sacrifice Wizard shrank his neck slightly in fear and hurried out to prepare.

He also felt bitter.

The art of spiritual sacrifice originated from shamanism and is similar to that of the spirit medium. The only difference is that the spirit medium disciples communicate with the spirit medium, while the spiritual sacrifice communicates with the ghosts and gods in the heavens, and the cost of each communication is relatively high.

However magical this ability is, it also has obvious drawbacks - it is weak in combat.

If you really anger Brother Aqi, you won't be able to dodge his chop.

At this moment, the Great Spiritual Sacrifice Wizard felt a little uneasy.

His intuition told him that something was wrong.

But he was in a dilemma and could only go down this path until the end.

A moment later, twenty Di Lu warriors committed suicide, and the Lingji Great Witch began the sacrificial ceremony again.

After a while, the God of Frost communicated and cut off the foundation of the frost magic.

The siege began again.

This time, there was no wind, no hail, and even no snow.

The sky is particularly gentle and it is raining now.

The land beneath my feet hadn't seen a drop of rain for half a year, but now it was raining, and the rain was quite heavy. It was so magical.

But here's the thing.

It was already the coldest time of the year, the weather was freezing, urine turned into ice, pouring water from a pot turned into frost, and the icicles were thicker than people's thighs.

When the rain falls on people, the cold air freezes them and they immediately become stiff.

The Di Lu people went south, but no one brought rain gear.