I, Ying Zheng, Was Just About To Ascend The Throne, But I Was Broadcast Live By Sister Zhou

Chapter 231 Martyr's Evocation Ceremony, Death In Battle

The battle of millions.

How shocking.

The whole field is bloody.

As far as the eye can see, there is blood.

The audience in the live broadcast room were numb.

The audience who entered the live broadcast room later thought that this was a horror live broadcast room.

The people rushing up from the lower reaches.

There are countless.

Roaring, shouting, a ferocious.

Sister Zhou followed behind them, too shocked to speak.

here.

It's a real meat grinder.

"This is the real, battlefield."

"The battlefield in the cold weapon era is too cruel."

The popularity of the live broadcast room has decreased, people who live in modern times and in peaceful times.

I can't bear such a horrible scene.

Even if.

It was just a live broadcast.

Sister Zhou almost vomited bile.

Every inch of land was soaked in blood.

Sister Zhou sat limply on the ground.

trembling.

not far away.

There was a loud shout from the enemy army, "Seize Goddess Daqin first!!!"

There was a lot of fighting on the battlefield.

Shout out.

They can hear.

Sister Zhou can naturally hear it too.

The hearts of the audience in the live broadcast room were all in their throats.

There are many people.

But they are living targets on the battlefield.

When sister Zhou was trembling and about to run away.

He was watched.

"The goddess is here!!!"

poof!!!

Sister Zhou's heart speeded up instantly.

It's over.

was found.

Miss Zhou raised her head.

More than a dozen enemy troops surrounded her.

And more and more.

It's over.

Are you going to die here today?

Sister Zhou collapsed on the ground.

It's not that she doesn't want to get up.

In fact, my legs are so soft that I can't even stand up.

Sister Zhou wants to cry, really wants to cry.

But when she was so scared, she couldn't even cry.

Even more uncomfortable.

She raised her head, looked at the group of people, and walked towards herself.

The heart beats fast.

A strong man who can kill the enemy on the battlefield has an arm almost as thick as Sister Zhou's waist.

The burly man at the front was ecstatic.

I didn't expect the goddess to be here!

A huge black palm stretched out towards Sister Zhou.

As if she could be crushed to death with one hand.

Sister Zhou is completely stupid.

All she could hear was her own heartbeat.

Boom boom boom!

deafening.

Are you going to be caught?

asphyxia.

Sister Zhou was scared to death by herself.

Whoosh!!!

The crackling sound was slight.

Three pitch-black long arrows pierced the sky.

Sister Zhou didn't notice that there was an orgasm in the live broadcast room at this moment.

The man in front of him had trembling fingers and was covered in cold sweat.

poof!!!

The arrows came too fast.

It was almost time for the man to notice it, but he couldn't hide it.

The back of his hand was pierced through.

Black arrows, stuck in the ground.

Three holes were left on the man.

Gollum, gollum, gollum.

Blood gushed out suddenly.

Men are like soda cans that have been punctured.

Blood gushed out of the hole.

One place at hand.

One is in the throat.

There is another place, passing through his waist and abdomen.

poof!!!

Three arrows, straight for life.

"Damn it!!!"

"Damn it!!!"

"What did I see, what did I see! I'm already jumping up and spinning around, my mother!!!"

"Sister Zhou was saved, Zulong is here, Zulong is finally here."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooah

"I knew that Zulong would definitely come to save Sister Zhou, I knew it."

Three arrows, as black as ink.

It was the arrow Zulong used to.

!!!

The body fell heavily in front of Sister Zhou.

Blood spurted out of the hole in his throat.

Sister Zhou slapped her face.

hiss!!!

The hot blood made Sister Zhou tremble all over.

At this time, she came back to her senses.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the arrow.

Among thousands of troops.

On top of the pitch-black horse.

The young man's long hair fluttered, his eyes were indifferent, and he slowly retracted the bow in his hand.

That bowstring was still trembling.

!!!

It was Zulong who came to save her.

Sister Zhou knelt on the ground, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

She started crying from a low voice, then turned to crying loudly, and in the end she couldn't help but twitched.

The audience in the live broadcast room felt distressed.

Miss Zhou this time.

Really close to death.

terrible.

Ying Zheng appears.

The situation was quickly brought under control.

More than 10,000 enemies were killed.

Sister Zhou's eyes were crying like walnuts.

The whole person is not well.

Until the end of the war, all local soldiers were killed.

0 looking for flowers……………

Sister Zhou looked at the militia people, looking for their fellow villagers among the corpses strewn with broken limbs.

cruel.

It was brutal.

This is ancient warfare.

Sister Zhou wiped away her tears and followed Zulong.

I also saw some young children.

Ran to the battlefield, looking for their father and uncle.

"To Gucha!!!"

Ying Zheng gritted his teeth and spoke bitterly.

The bloody setting sun reflected on the battlefield, which was bleak.

Ying Zheng stared at the broken corpses on the ground, as well as the crying women and children.

Get off your horse.

He opened his mouth.

My heart hurts beyond words.

"Walk, send me Great Qin Yinghun to Pinyang!!!"

Zhao Gao burst into tears.

Following behind Ying Zheng, he turned to the surrounding people and shouted, "Send me the Great Qin Yinghun to Pinyang!!!"

Crying, louder.

Howling with the wind.

Crowds gathered, moaning and weeping.

According to the funeral customs of the ancient Qin people, they had to see off the soldiers and common people who have died today for the last time.

This is also known as the Qin State Evocation Ceremony.

"Martyrs summon the soul, and die in battle and never return home."

"At first I thought it was a fabrication of unofficial history, but I didn't expect it to be true.

"Boss, please explain."

"The ancient state of Qin was not a nomadic people, and there was a saying that fallen leaves return to their roots, so if they had someone who died, "they would ask the head of the household to be taken back to the village.

"But the martyrs who died in a brutal battle usually have their corpses incomplete and mixed together."

"So in the place where they rested, bury their bodies, set up an inscription, call their souls again, and bring their souls back.

"This is, the martyr's soul-calling ceremony, the death in battle will not return home!!!"

Li Si, Meng Tian, ​​Zheng Guo and other ministers followed Ying Zheng to dismount.

No one said a word.

All, looking at their king, brought a copper shovel.

One shovel—shovel, shovel the bloody ground.

Digging a grave.

He, the king of Daqin.

Digging graves for his people himself.

In the wind, there are mourning sounds.

Ying Zheng's eye sockets were moistened unconsciously.

The black hair is scattered and moves with the wind.

now.

Everyone looked at him.

Look at them, the king of Daqin.

"Old minister, come too!!!"

Wang Jian's voice was dry and hoarse, and his eyes were red.

Get a copper shovel and dig together.

Then came Li Si, Meng Tian, ​​Zheng Guo... Corpse...