Outside Jiangling City, three miles away.

A strong man two meters tall and wearing black armor stood on the grass.

He is a ghost, has a rough face, pale skin, and a strong yin and resentment all over his body.

Countless black resentment continued to transform into painful and hideous human faces in the air.

Their mouths opened and closed, and they kept making silent and vicious curses.

snort!

But with the strong man's whisper, the faces showed a strong expression of pain, and finally they were dragged back to the former's body by the chains turned into ghost energy.

"General, why do we have to wait so long to choose to attack?"

Aside the strong man, a man wearing armor and a fierce expression, asked at the former in confusion.

"Will we rush into the city before they react, and won't we win more easily?"

Yan Hua turned his head and looked at the deputy general and said coldly: "Your Majesty has an order to take down Jiangling and not to massacre the city again."

"But my subordinates need to practice blood food. To meet this, they can only kill more enemies on the battlefield."

"If you break the city from the beginning, it will be easy to win, but what blood can your subordinates eat?"

After hearing this, the deputy general showed a sudden look on his face and bowed his hands and said, "It's still the general who thought it thought carefully, and I really admire him."

"Haha! You still have a lot to learn, but we live a long life in this life, so there is no need to worry about time."

Yan Hua smiled slightly but didn't laugh, and her laughter seemed to grind her teeth, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"A bunch of blood food dares to resist and kill!"

The army of black ghosts rushed towards the city wall like a wave at a speed that the naked eye could not keep up with.

When they came under the city wall and walked into the wall as before, they let out a heart-wrenching scream the next moment.

"Ah! Shit, it's shit! They actually painted shit on the wall! Vomit!"

A ghost that rushed the fastest and had no stomach flew out of the city wall, screaming with horror and disgust.

When other ghosts around saw the other party performing like this, they subconsciously stopped them.

Dirt is indeed harmful to ghosts, but the effect is minimal.

However, the harm of shit and urine often does not come from the physical level, but from the spiritual level.

No matter what ghosts look like now, they were humans before.

As long as you are an individual, you will have an instinctive disgust when you see something like shit and urine.

If a person loses his memory, he may eat food he once dislikes, but he will never touch the excrement.

This kind of disgust that deeply roots the human soul is difficult to overcome.

So when the ghosts found that the wall was covered with excrement, they stopped and cursed the people guarding the city, and then chose to fly up to the city wall to fight head-on with the people guarding the city.

"Haha! Delicious blood food, I'll do it..."

A ghost with a corner missing from his head just flew up to the city wall.

Before it could finish its words, a spear covered in yellow was sent into its mouth.

"Ah! This is... shit... I'm going to kill you... vomit!"

The short-headed ghost was not caused much damage, but when it saw the spear stabbed into its mouth, it suddenly let out a howl like a pig.

It angrily swung its palm at the soldiers who stabbed it, and immediately slapped the latter away.

Without waiting for his next move, a sword lingering in the faint blood color came under its head.

The ghost discovered the sword, but ignored the plan.

The knife was clean and filthy. Now it just wanted to kill the human race that insulted itself to vent its hatred.

But when the sword actually fell, a heart-wrenching pain came from the ghost.

"ah!"

The ghost screamed and dragged his body, which was almost split in half, appeared a few meters away.

"What's that?!"

It looked at the martial artist holding a sword in his hand in a terror.

But its question is destined to be no answer. When its body just appeared, at least three swords fell down next to it, dismembering it and dissipating it into blue smoke.

What happened here is just a corner of the entire battlefield.

The city walls are full of ghosts, fighting with the military practitioners.

Jiangling relied on the ghosts to be unscrupulous and gained the upper hand at the beginning, and he confronted the invading ghosts.

However, the strength of the ghost is even better after all, coupled with the terrifying number.

After a brief moment of confusion in the early stage, he immediately launched a counterattack, and both sides gradually fell into a state of anxiety.

It was just said that it was anxious, but Jiangling was in a slight disadvantage.

It is often necessary to cooperate with two martial artists and five ordinary military soldiers to kill a ghost soldier.

The latter can often kill at least ten ordinary soldiers with one.

Without the support of the martial arts cultivator and cooperation with the soldiers, a ghost soldier can even deal with more than twenty people.

There is no way, who can let ghosts have the ability to penetrate walls, with fast speed, and ignore ordinary physical attacks.

If the defenders had not retreated, the front would have collapsed long ago.

"What's going on the front line? Why haven't you taken down the wall yet?"

Yan Hua found that the human race had actually guarded the city wall, and his face showed dissatisfaction.

As a vanguard army, he conquered cities and territories all the way, and had never encountered a city that could not be captured by a large army.

He subconsciously believed that it was the little devil on the front line who was cheating and deliberately slacking off.

"Send a supervision team to organize another charge!"

His Majesty woke up from his deep sleep and awakened their subordinates.

But not all ghosts are willing to attack the human race. His Majesty cleared some of them and controlled some of them, and some of them were incorporated into the cannon fodder camp.

Whenever an attack occurs, a cannon fodder battalion will be sent to charge, which is very likely to cause disobedience and slack battles.

The supervision team was established in this environment.

However, with several battles, those ghosts who were once unwilling to attack the human race have been brainwashed by murderous aura and resentment, and no longer rejected the attack.

Yan Hua hasn't sent a supervisory team to the field for a long time.

It was only when the supervisor team went to the battlefield that they discovered a shocking problem.

There are no ghosts who are lazy and resisting their orders, but they really cannot take down the city wall.

When a supervising team member reported the news to Yan Hua, it aroused the latter's surprise and curiosity.

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The supervisor nodded and said, "Report to the general, the human race covered the city walls and weapons with excrement, which made the little ghosts below feel disgusted and affected their morale."

"There are also some human races with very strong blood and energy on their bodies, and they can even turn into strength to attach to weapons."

"Those weapons can cause harm to our ghost bodies, and there are many human defenders, who cooperate with each other and have ambition to die, so the city wall cannot be captured for a long time."

When Yan Hua heard this, her thick eyebrows frowned slightly.

It seems that the news that they massacred the city in other places was heard by these human race.

This is a inevitable thing, and he is not surprised.

If he had definitely not been like this before his death, but now he is dead, the world has changed a lot.

He slaughtered the city and ate people, and he had no psychological burden.

Just those who can use their blood...

"His prince once said that he had encountered a human army in Wuling, and the latter's soldiers could attach their blood and energy to the weapons. Could it be that it is related to them?"

Yan Hua's mind flashed and he suddenly remembered something.

I still remember that when the prince talked about that force, he looked very serious and said that if he found a suspected whereabouts, he must report it first.

"Since it's the prince's intention, I'd better send my subordinates to inform you."

Yan Hua thought for a moment and soon made a decision. He raised his eyes to look at the city wall.

"Tell me the order, all the remaining troops will go to the front line and take the wall for me!"

With the transmission of Yan Hua's military order, there was still less than a thousand ghosts left to start the action.

The strength of these ghosts is generally in the middle stage of the ghost soldiers, and there are even many ghost generals.

Yan Hua still stayed there without taking action, leaving only a team of less than a hundred ghosts beside him.
To be continued...