If she hadn't been to Nanzhong, she wouldn't have reacted like this, but fortunately, not only had she been to, but also a ghost king.

The evil spirits of the Ghost King must avoid the evil spirits in the South.

The Ghost King once saved her biological brother from the evil ghost in Nanzhong.

General Zhendong personally took medicine.

"Sir, they may have been entangled by evil spirits, so they walked into the swamp..."

Old Zhu Wu didn’t know if he didn’t understand what miasma is or didn’t hear it clearly.

But he knew that if he said a wrong word at this time, the entire tribe would bury the Han soldiers who disappeared into the pond.

He quickly spoke this Chinese with the clearest accent in his life:

"After another half an hour, there will be a large area of ​​hard land for the army to rest."

To be honest, he didn't expect that this would happen.

It is estimated that there are too many people coming in this time, and so many people and horses fell into the pond, so the situation becomes so serious.

"You go ahead and lead the way! Let's go!"

General Zhendong took back his long sword with a stern voice:

"Let everyone stop and speed up, and there will be camping places ahead."

When the last soldier climbed onto the hard land that Lao Zhu Wu said was already set in the setting sun.

It was about night, and it was a hard land, and the miasma was far less intense than it was during the day, which made everyone feel relieved.

The losses were counted, and nearly 400 people were damaged by eight thousand spirit riders. The survivors were covered with mud, and the wounds were covered with leech limbs.

Deep in the swamp, the last ripples returned to calm, and only the spears stuck in the swamp stood in the twilight, like speechless tombstones.

"Cleaning the wound, don't get infected. Those who are seriously injured should report it quickly!"

The casualties were unexpectedly large, and they were not encountered by enemies.

Although the miasma is not heavy, it will make people slow to react and even confused when they are unconscious. This is why people keep going in the wrong direction and falling into the dark pool.

In addition, the poisonous insects were raging, and the soldiers would rather fight with the Wei army with real swords and guns than be entangled with these ubiquitous things.

So the morale is a little depressed.

Even Zhao Guang, the most heartless, lost his previous optimism at this time.

He cleaned the black mud on his legs in a hurry, and confirmed that there were no missing lees and other poisonous insects. Then he sat down and took out the dry food and chewed it silently.

"Clang, when~"

In a slightly dull atmosphere, someone sang loudly:

The severe wind blows the frost and the seaweed witheres, the tendons are dry and the essence is strong and the barbarians are arrogant.

There are 300,000 soldiers from the Han family, and the general also commands Huo Piaoyao.

The meteor's white feathers are inserted between the waist, and the sword flower and autumn lotus are shining out of the box.

The sky-soldiers shone on the snow under the old capital, and the enemy arrows shot like sand to shoot golden armor.

The clouds, dragons, winds and tigers are all handed back, and Taibai enters the moon and the enemy can be destroyed.

The enemy can be destroyed, the head of the enemy is destroyed, and the intestines of the enemy are plagued with blood.

Hanging the captives in the sky, buried beside the Changling Mausoleum.

Hu Wuren, Han Daochang!

...

"Han Daochang" was written by Feng Dasima in Liangzhou and was arranged by General Zhendong himself. It is magnificent and murderous intent. It is deeply loved by the soldiers. It is the most widely circulated poem in the army.

Inspiring poetry can always touch people's hearts, and solo people will soon follow and gently. As more and more people join, in the twilight, the high-pitched singing soars into the sky.

Seeing that the morale of the soldiers was gradually returning, General Zhendong breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the way he came, which was completely swallowed up by the night.

But the facts did not end there. The soldiers who had been tired for a day were gradually falling asleep when someone suddenly screamed in horror at night.

"What's up?"

General Zhendong, who was sleeping in his clothes, sat up and grabbed the sword beside him:

"Yingxiao!?"

Even if the soldiers who can follow him are not veterans of a hundred battles, they are definitely elite, and the possibility of bombing the camp is extremely low.

But if such screams at night really cause a group of roars, the explosion of the camp will inevitably be inevitable.

"Sir, this is scared by the evil ghost..."

The old Zhu Wu seemed to have expected this and took the initiative to meet General Zhendong.

General Zhendong didn't say anything, looked up at the outside world because she heard it, and there was more than one place where she screamed.

This situation is extremely rare for elite soldiers.

It is sufficient to illustrate the severity of the situation.

After leading the troops for many years, General Zhendong had rich experience. He guessed that this was probably related to the miasma.

This place is still a swamp. Even if the miasma is not as thick as in the daytime, it is the time when the mind is most easily disturbed after sleeping at night.

Coupled with the daytime incident, the soldiers were shocked in their dreams, which was not impossible.

General Zhendong's eyes fell on the old Zhu Wu, extremely sharp:

"What's your solution?"

Ying Xiao naturally had a way to solve it, but on the first night of entering the swamp, this situation would only get worse and worse.

If it is as expected, then this time, it is meaningless to cross Baihua Mountain.

Even if they can forcefully reach their destination, the soldiers may lose their morale.
Chapter completed!