Xichang City.
The flames of war raged and blood flowed.
The Qin army's attack was once again blocked by the State of Zhao.
Only the corpses of both sides were left.
Someone on the ground kept wailing.
Some were from the Qin country, and some were from the Zhao country.
They were still alive, but they could no longer live on.
In this era where medical standards and technology were lacking, an injury like a missing limb was no different from a fatal injury.
Even if the blood was stopped, he would die from all kinds of complications.
Every year, the number of soldiers who died from complications caused by injuries was several times more than those who died directly on the battlefield.
This was an astonishing number!
When Gao Jiu arrived at the city, the Qin army had already retreated.
Only a few teams from the State of Zhao were cleaning up the battlefield.
Both sides suffered casualties.
It was yet another battle that ended in a draw.
Gao Jiu stood on a distant hill and watched from afar.
Even though he was far away, he could still smell the thick smell of blood.
They could also hear the tragic wails.
Among these warriors, the older ones were in their prime, while the younger ones were only seventeen or eighteen years old.
In his previous life, he was the pillar of a family.
He was at the prime of his youth, a carefree age.
But here, they had become corpses on the battlefield, dead souls under the blade.
They became the sacrificial lamb of those high and mighty aristocrats who sought greater benefits.
Sometimes, fate seemed to be predestined.
However, Gao Jiu was a person who did not believe in fate.
He looked at the corpses and broken limbs on the ground and listened to the wails.
He muttered,"One day, it will end. You will see a peaceful world."”
"Who is it?"
Suddenly, a loud shout sounded.
The scouts of the State of Zhao had discovered him.
They went to check if the Qin army had really retreated.
On the way back, he saw a figure standing on the hill. He thought it was a scout sent by the State of Qin.
Right now, the battle between the two was at a critical moment. Both sides were abnormally nervous.
Zhao Jun saw that the stranger was looking around and immediately drew his sword to surround him.
There were not many scouts.
There were only 20 to 30 people.
At this moment, they had already drawn their sabers and surrounded Gao Jiu.
"A spy from the State of Qin? Hurry up and surrender. Follow us back to see the general.”
A scout who looked like a captain berated.
"I am not a spy from the Qin country."
Gao Jiutan said.
The scout did not believe him.
Now, the flames of war were flying everywhere and corpses were strewn all over the place.
Other than spies, who would come to such a place?
"Cut the crap. Whether he's a spy or not, we'll know once we bring him back.”
After the scout leader finished speaking, he gestured to his left and right to go forward and tie the person up.
"You're being unreasonable!" Gao Jiu laughed.”
He casually plucked two pieces of foxtail grass from the ground and threw them at the two scouts.
"Swoosh!"
The two scouts clutched their throats and fell to the ground.
Flying flowers and plucking leaves could hurt people!
The scout leader's pupils suddenly constricted, and he cried out in his heart.
This was an expert!
He did not expect the Qin country to be unreasonable and actually let people from the Jianghu come.
Each country had its own rules.
War was a battlefield, and the martial world was also a battlefield.
"Attack, attack together. If you resist, kill on the spot!”
The scout leader said coldly.
Gao Jiu threw down the long saber in his hand and turned to leave.
There were already 20 to 30 corpses lying on the ground.
Dozens of scouts were as easy as chopping melons and vegetables for him.
It only took a few jumps in the crowd to finish him off.
Gao Jiu was shocked when he felt the increase in his strength from the system.
He turned around and looked at the battlefield in the distance.
Corpses littered the ground!
In a war, there was bound to be a winner.
Death was inevitable in war.
He suddenly thought of a way to quickly advance and increase his strength.
What place could kill more people than the battlefield?
War itself was a killing machine.
He, too!
Because of the system's characteristics, it made him seem like a natural god of death.
After killing people, they could immediately provide cultivation and increase their strength.
The increase in strength also replenished his stamina and internal strength.
The more he killed, the stronger he became. The stronger he became, the more he killed.
Such a repetition could make him a real killing machine.
"War, the battlefield is a good place!”
Gao Jiu, who was covered in corpses, grinned and turned to leave.
When he returned to the courtyard, the vixen Zhao Ji was sitting on a stone bench in the garden.
It crawled there listlessly.
He didn't even have the mood to take care of the big white rabbit that he usually held in his arms and teased all day long. He let it jump around on the ground.
She was a little flustered and anxious.
He wondered what kind of news Gao Jiu would bring.
Would Qin win or lose?
Gao Jiu looked at the beautiful figure sitting there and his heart instantly heated up.
He walked lightly behind her.
He carried her back into the room under her terrified expression and slammed the door shut with his foot.
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