Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

0Due to the fact that the tens of thousands of captives were all royalty, their physiques were exceptionally strong. In just an hour's time, all of the corpses on the battlefield were cleaned up and buried in the valleys outside of the city.    0

    

At this time, the sky was already starting to brighten, Long Bufan ordered with indifference: "The city's protective barrier will be repaired and the entire army will be stationed in the city, leaving ten thousand trolls soldiers to supervise these captives. If there are any escapees, we will kill them all!"    

    

"Dragon One, you will lead the Eight-winged Dragon Team and hide in the hills outside Green Mulberry City. Once the main force of the enemy forces leaves the city, we will immediately take over the city!"    

    

But in the end, Long Bufan used the Sound Transmitting to enter the secret room and gave the last sentence to Dragon One.    

    

"Yes." The five demon generals immediately nodded respectfully.    

    

After giving out the instructions, Long Bufan went into the city's City Lord's Mansion. In the cold weather, he leisurely stirred his hotpot, preparing to fight a psychological battle with the enemy commander.    

    

Long Bufan believed that with an Azure Dragon legion like him lying in wait like a ferocious tiger within the borders of the empire, the Monarch of the Black Sun Empire would definitely feel unsettled and unsettled. They would then order their enemy commanders to send their main forces to expel him immediately!    

    

At that time, if Green Mulberry City, which had no main force to defend it, were to be invaded by the hidden Eight-Winged Dragon Army and the border defense line was opened, then this war would be half complete!    

    

At noon that day, when Long Bufan and the generals were washing the hotpot in City Lord's Mansion, the commander of the Black Yang Empire army stationed in Green Mulberry City was listening to the report from his subordinate with a dark face.    

    

After listening to his subordinate's words, the gloomy face of the resolute middle-aged eight-winged commander finally eased a little as he muttered to himself in a low voice: "Our army's tens of thousands of captured soldiers were actually not cruelly killed, and were called to clear up the battlefield of corpses. It seems that the newly appointed young deputy chief of Demon Palace is not a cruel and merciless individual."    

    

"No, I feel that this method is actually more dangerous."    

    

At this time, the one who spoke was an eight-winged general who was similar to a military advisor. He shook his head and frowned, "This kind of captive treatment is way too lenient compared to the usual wars."    

    

Hearing this, the middle-aged eight-winged commander's heart trembled. He turned his gaze to the advisor at the side and asked, "What do you mean by that?"    

    

After all, if you become a captive, at least you do not have to die, or even suffer from all kinds of torture. You only need to clean up the corpses on the battlefield, and with the Demon Palace's powerful military strength, coupled with the way we treat captives, as the wind continues to blow, the number of soldiers that we have to surrender to will definitely increase. "The soldier said.    

    

The expression on his face gradually turned grave at this moment. He clenched his fist tightly and said in a deep voice, "Indeed, this is a vicious strategy. Never would I have imagined that this boy would have such a strategy at such a young age."    

    

Then, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was amiss. He stared at the advisor and asked, "Then do we have any way to change this situation?"    

    

"There's one." The strategist nodded and continued: "We must win this battle quickly and increase the morale of our troops. This battle is not to expel the troops from Demon Palace, we must protect Green Mulberry City!"