Looking at the survivor of the Fanxuan City whom he summoned in the palace square, Marshal Ferry Taylor couldn't help but be shocked.

Under the waving bonfire, there were a group of ragged and unkempt guys standing in the middle of the square with corpses everywhere. Even in such dim light, it was obvious that they were both old and young, and they were almost wounded, with their expressions even numb and dull.

Even though the fierce battle had ended for a long time, the enemies in the suburbs had already scattered, and they did not feel any joy, but seemed to be at a loss... There was no way that these guys were the winners who had just won a hard battle.

Theron, a purple robe covered with stains, stood at the front of the crowd with more than a dozen remaining nobles. As one of the important powerful people in the city of Xuan, theron had no extraordinary appearance and demeanor. In his forties, the back was already hunched as if half of the dark brown hair of the shrimp had been dyed white by time. Under his white hair, there was an old brown face that had been tested by the scorching sun in the desert and was covered with gullies. At this time, after thick dust and blood were covered with dust, he looked extremely old and haggard.

At their feet was a temporary stretcher made of door panels, with Major General Kuroshima Hitomi who was seriously injured in the battle.

Due to extreme fatigue, he forced himself to transform into a giant panda and engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy that consumed his strength. This white and delicate black-haired pseudo-woman, as white as a doll, suffered extremely heavy damage. At this moment, he was wrapped in a thick bandage and lying on a stretcher with a low fever.

The wet eyes were half open and half closed, the mouth was breathing rapidly, and the face was also showing a bright red color due to the heat.

Like this, a delicate and lovable look like a little rabbit, or "sick"

Images, originally anyone would find them very pleasing to the eye when they see them, and some fanatics would even become bloody... However, at this moment, the dim orange-red firelight and the blood stains on the corpses all over the ground" could only make people feel an indescribable helplessness and sadness.

As if infected by this low atmosphere, Feili's heart seemed to be blocked, heavy, but she didn't know how to vomit... So he had to stop talking and just stare at these people who survived the disaster.

After about half a quarter of an hour of silence, after these people were all focused, Feili suddenly "swipe out" the sword and shouted to them: "......Cheer! Nairel people! We won!" This clear and high voice seemed particularly harsh in the quiet night," also made people feel a little surprised. It was not until Feili announced the second time that they finally became excited and burst into a fierce cheer.

Seeing that everyone finally had some energy, Feili nodded with satisfaction, turned her hand and put her sword into the sheath, and then asked the elder Theron in a low voice: "………Is there really only one living person left? Only a short day has passed!"

"...There are only these people in the square left, with a total of less than 3,000... Among them are the officers and soldiers of your troops led by General Hitoshi Kuroshima."

After hearing the question, Elder Theron first raised his blood-stained face and looked at Feili with his turbid eyes. Then he answered with difficulty, "...Originally, on the eve of the war, we arranged some fu girls and children to hide in the underground Weiguang City, hoping that they could at least leave some seeds for the city-state... Unexpectedly, when the palace fell, the garrison troops did not have time to block the Longdao leading to the Weiguang City. As a result, a team of Tukan people mopped in and slashed and killed... Only less than half of the three thousand people in Weiguang City survived in the end..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but sigh sadly, "...By the way, since you have successfully broken through the siege, then Her Majesty the Queen who walked with you should be fine, right?

When will the main reinforcements under your command arrive?"

Looking at the old man's hopeful gaze, Marshal Ferry Taylor hesitated immediately, "I felt that some words were really unspeakable.

"...Mr. Bell Méngt is all right, and now he is waiting to welcome you on the Xiangrui... As for reinforcements... Alas!" After hesitating for a while, seeing that the elder Theron had already flowed out his suspicious and fearful eyes, Feili decided to tell the truth. He raised his right hand and pointed to the two giant dragons resting by the collapsed palace gate and a big bear. "...The army I can bring here" is only so many! You should clean up as soon as possible, and follow me quickly while the enemy has not yet made a comeback!" One by one, the separating line flipped the sky inside and outside Xuancheng, and was reflected red by the raging fire. Even the strong winds whistling at night in the Gobi Desert could not be extinguished...

Whether it is the streets and alleys in the city or the abandoned camps outside the city, black smoke is drifting in the fire.

The military and civilians of Poxuan City, who were lucky enough to win, were cleaning the battlefield, transporting their own bodies to the fire to burn them down, and the enemy's bodies were really out of their minds. As a candidate for the magic goddess, Feili rarely fulfilled the duties of a clergyman and took the only surviving in the city to perform a prayer ceremony for the citizens who died in battle.

In the wilderness outside the city, there were also some nimble citizens who were swimming around with torches, seized the time to find anything that could be used in the broken enemy camp, and tried to find anything that could be used. But this kind of thing was not safe, because there were also a small number of enemy soldiers who had not yet escaped, like lonely ghosts, lurking and hiding in this battlefield full of corpses, and clashing with citizens who came to "select the foreign lands" from time to time.

But no matter how much more, this extremely fierce battle was over.

Whether it was the Tukan coalition forces that attacked or the military and civilians of Poxuan City who defended, they all paid an extremely heavy price for this.

After a rough statistics, Feili found that after this bloody battle, the total population of Jiben City was about 17,000. There are only more than 2,800 living people left, including more than 300 semi-confused and seriously injured. In this severe situation of severe shortage of doctors and medicines, I don’t know if I can finally be rescued.

As for the more than a thousand Neserel soldiers who had originally followed Marshal Ferry Taylor here, there were only more than four hundred left.

The food and supplies stockpiled in the city have basically been burned out. Most of the houses have also been swallowed by flames, and many blocks have been choked by the thick smoke, so they can't wait for anyone to save them...

However, for the residents of Fanxuan City who are fortunate to survive, all this doesn't matter.
Chapter completed!