Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 403: War Restarts 1

Only then did people realize that the sky had turned pale, the mountains and forests were destroyed, blood was flowing like rivers, and corpses were everywhere.

"Withdraw from the battlefield, and the seriously injured will stay behind to receive treatment." Yifeng's slightly hoarse voice echoed on the battlefield.

"Yes." The soldiers took the order and dragged their tired bodies back from the battlefield.

"Haha, guys, transport the seriously injured into the Phantom Thundercloud." Following Heizi's order.

More than two thousand Eagle Guards swooped down from the sky, picked up the wounded who had fallen to the ground, and sent them to the phantom thundercloud.

"We are not seriously injured, we are just tired." Many lightly injured soldiers who fell down shouted anxiously, and the only response they got was a creaking sound.

Well, when human words meet bird words, they can only be mixed up in the wind.

As the coalition forces retreated, phantom thunderclouds appeared and began to clean up the battlefield.

At this time, the chaotic space outside the colorful space came into use.

In the magnificent colorful space, the old patriarch and others visited the wounded and learned about the casualties.

The wounded were lying on straw mats, groaning from time to time, and the smell of blood was strong.

He endured the pain and greeted the old patriarch and others.

This behavior is undoubtedly contradictory. If you don't visit, you seem cold-blooded, but if you visit, it will hurt the wound.

"Nearly 200 people were killed, nearly 1,500 were seriously injured, and nearly 1,400 were moderately injured. They need to be sent back to the villages to recuperate." Lin Weiwei reported with a slightly tired look.

"The casualties are much lower than expected." Liu Weizi murmured.

"This is thanks to the Eagle Guards' timely rescue. They promptly saved the seriously injured and the medical staff's timely treatment."

Everyone nodded in agreement with this statement.

“Once Huanyou Leiyun has cleaned up the battlefield, he will transport the wounded and the bodies back to the village.” The old patriarch nodded.

Such casualties can be said to be a miracle for such a war.

Of course, this miracle was created through the concerted efforts of many parties.

Just ask where there can be a temporary battlefield hospital, suspended above the battlefield, with Eagle Guards transporting the wounded, hundreds of elves trying to keep them alive, and medical staff providing timely treatment.

Therefore, timely rescue is very important.

Not long after, the elders of each village and stronghold entered the colorful space with the permission of Shang Liangshan.

They were first shocked by the beauty of the colorful space, and then worried about the casualty data.

But the casualty data was undoubtedly much lower than they had estimated. After a brief moment of sadness, they began to discuss the next battle and the arrangements for the dead and wounded.

In response to this, a suggestion was given that the bodies of the fallen should be cremated in the Forgotten Town, and the seriously injured should be kept in the Forgotten Town for treatment and return with the team at the next gathering.

Naturally, the elders leading the various villages and strongholds had no objection to this arrangement, and everyone focused on discussing the next battle.

"Damn it, hurry up and make a fire to cook some food and restore our strength. We're almost exhausted after a night of guerrilla warfare." Yihuo cursed by the stream.

"Elder Huo, you said that the infantry brothers suffered casualties..." The middle-aged bull rider paused and did not continue because it was a bit heavy.

"There are definitely casualties, but our temple spirit has made sufficient arrangements to protect the lives of the coalition forces. Therefore, I think the number of brothers killed is not as many as we imagined, but the number of seriously injured is definitely more than we imagined." Yihuo said in a deep voice.

"In such a fierce battle, it's good to be able to survive." Someone said.

"There's nothing we can do. If we don't fight back, we will die in the siege of the ghost beasts sooner or later."

"Yes, we are glad to see that we fought side by side with Forgotten Township. Most of the fatal dangers were blocked by Master Spirit Guard. It's a shame to say that."

"There's no need to feel guilty. We just hope that after the war, the families of our fallen brothers don't blame us, Forgotten Village." Yihuo said in a heavy tone.

Sometimes, no matter how well you do, people will still hate you.

"Don't dare."

"How could that happen?"

"We once fought guerrilla warfare with ghost beasts in the mountains and forests, and no one died that time."

"Yes, if it weren't for the Spirit Guards of the Forgotten Village who stood in the front line, we would have been wiped out in the face of hundreds of thousands of ghost beasts."

"Yes, that's exactly it."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's make a fire and cook. Man is iron and rice is steel. You will be hungry if you don't eat." Yihuo turned the topic to food and drink.

Shang Liangshan, who was sitting cross-legged under a big tree, opened his eyes, looked at An Ling and Hei Zi and asked, "How are the injuries of the Spirit Guards and Eagle Guards?"

"My Lord, two thousand of our brothers have been severely injured and are currently recuperating in the Phantom Thunder Cloud."

"Five hundred of my brothers have been severely injured and need to return to the Huawai Dojo to recuperate."

"It's good that the origin has not been shattered and swallowed." Shang Liangshan nodded and waved his hand to let the man and the bird leave. He had to seize the time to appreciate the gains from last night's battle.

Time is sometimes short, passing by in the back and forth movement of phantom thunderclouds.

As night fell, the coalition forces and the ghost beast army began to prepare for battle.

The Forgotten Township side maintained its formation and slowly advanced forward.

The difference is that as the number of soldiers decreases, the size of the formation shrinks, but the momentum becomes more majestic and more murderous.

There were also two fewer people watching the battle, namely Yi Jin and Yang Chao. They had to continue to concentrate on building weapons to supply the front line, and it was a rare opportunity for them to have a day off to watch the battle.

As Ghost Festival approaches, the yin energy between heaven and earth becomes heavier.

There were gusts of cold wind, accompanied by roars, and the earth was shaking. It was the ghost beasts galloping.

Both sides are approaching each other and a war is about to break out.

"Kill!" As the Dark Spirit gave the order in a deep voice, the Spirit Guards raised their dark purple spears and pointed them at the dense army of ghost beasts that were rushing towards them in the dark forests.

The archers also immediately put their arrows on the strings and prepared to attack.

Following the Dark Spirit's order, the soldiers of the Spirit Guard's First Army immediately entered combat status.

They wore close-fitting soft armor, held sharp spears, and had a determined light in their eyes.

The dark purple spear was particularly eye-catching under the gloomy sky. A faint glow flowed on the tip of the spear. That was the effect of being attached with spiritual power. It could enhance the penetrating power and cause greater damage to the ghost beast.

The archers quickly adjusted their positions. They half-crouched on the ground, with the bowstrings in their hands fully drawn and the arrows aimed at the ghost beasts galloping in the distance.

Their movements were in perfect harmony, showing a very high level of training and tacit cooperation.

The army of ghost beasts rolled in like a black torrent. Their roars were deafening, as if they were going to swallow everything.

The earth trembled under their trampling, and the air was filled with a strong smell of death.

As the distance between the two sides grew closer, the atmosphere on the battlefield reached its climax.

The dark spirit gave the order again: "Shoot!"

The archers immediately released the bows in their hands, and arrows were thrown at the army of ghost beasts like a rainstorm.

The arrows cut through the air, making sharp whistling sounds, and their targets were the ghost beasts charging at the front line.

Immediately afterwards, the soldiers of the Lingwei Army also launched a charge.