"Battle damage, 49,800 deaths"

"Twenty-one thousand two hundred people were lightly or seriously injured"

"Undetermined life and death, four thousand people!"

"A total of 75,000 combat personnel were lost."

The empress is sitting on the throne, and hundreds of officials are paying homage below her.

The people from Earth sat aside politely and listened to the report of an "official" in red court uniform.

This was the first time Wuliu saw the worship of the burning sun, which was exactly the same as the earth!

What's more, Wuliu thought that they might be the "Heaven" in the earth's mythology!

I have always heard that the earth is taken care of by divine civilizations such as Lie Yang. It seems that the earth has long been inextricably linked with Lie Yang.

Perhaps the so-called flying immortals of the earth in ancient times were actually the masters of the earth who were taken in by the burning sun?

Maybe some more magical modifications by the people on earth have been added, but they remain true to their origins, and there are more or less elements of truth in those stories.

And this temple of the blazing sun is what the earth calls heaven! The fairyland.

The corner of Wuliu's lips curled up: Haha, I never thought that my brother would be ranked in the Immortal Class one day? Oh no, he is a consultant?

Two hundred thousand heavenly soldiers were dispatched, but so many people were lost in just a few days. Who said, "Even if you are a pig's head, it will take several days for him to chop it off!"

Ah, this fairy does things differently.

No. 56 expressed great confusion over Lieyang’s losses.

"So, how many people were killed? What was the result?" Empress Lena asked in a deep voice.

This civil servant had a thorn in his back: "Zero...zero people..."

Perhaps he also felt that it was inappropriate to say this and quickly changed his explanation: "It's just, it's just that we haven't determined whether the other party has been effectively attacked, so... we haven't determined whether the other party has been damaged..."

Reina took a breath, raised her head, and stared at the civil servant below: "In other words, it's still zero~"

Before the civil servant could think of how to reply, Pan Zhen stepped forward and snatched the brocade memorial from his hand. The civil servant quickly ran back to his unknown place as if he had received an amnesty.

Pan Zhen unfolded the brocade silk, and the golden inscriptions on it jumped out word by word with a golden light. The recorded data was very detailed. Pan Zhen glanced at it roughly.

"This zero was written by me personally. I fought with them and found that they are far more complicated than we imagined! Therefore, I overturned the previous data."

Reina leaned forward: "So, can this battle still be fought?"

Pan Zhen bowed slightly to Reina: "Please feel free to leave this matter to me."

As he spoke, he suddenly turned around to face the fifth and sixth class people sitting beside him. He waved his hand and a golden dragon pattern floated in the air and shone brightly. The golden hall was filled with golden light: "Can you recognize this pattern!?"

Mr. Xin believed that his ancestor was Zhao Zilong, so he knew a lot about Qin and Han culture. When he saw this thing, he stood up suddenly: "Isn't this the dragon pattern of my Han Dynasty? It's familiar! Who doesn't know this? If you don't know me, you are not a Chinese!"

Ah, you...are indeed not from Earth."

Then Mr. Xin analyzed the tattoo from head to toe spiritually and symbolically. He seemed to be quite talented in his clear and logical explanation. Unfortunately, only Zhi Xin looked at him with sparkling eyes, and the others seemed to be looking at him like a fool.

Pan Zhen said astonishingly: "This is the pattern used by the general of the Underworld Army."

All Lieyang officials in the hall couldn't stand still. They frowned and talked to the people around them. They were obviously shocked by the news. Even Reina almost jumped up. She was speechless for a long time and didn't know what she was thinking.

Wuliu sat in the corner listening to Pan Zhen's description: "Han, dragon pattern, single hook spear, still young...could it be him?..."

Bravely champion the three armies, the champion!

Feng Langjuxu, Grand Sima, Hussar General.

But Wu Liu then thought about it, how could he have a relationship with Styx? It’s too outrageous. First of all, let’s not say whether he is dead or alive. How many years have passed since his death? First of all, he is an earthling! Is it possible that my ancestors on earth are not?

He was already playing so well at that time? Even Lieyang was kept in the dark and the whole court was wailing as soon as he hit him.

At the court meeting, Pan Zhen bluntly stated that he would raise another 50,000 troops to go!

This time, including the first men and horses to fight, the number of available men was nearly 300,000.

The population of Lieyan is not large. They intend to link the quantity and quality of sentient beings, control the base, and improve the quality and abilities of civilians.

Try your best to transform all the creatures in Lieyang into elites.

So there are not many people, but there may be many people fighting.

Although the proportion of people who can fight is very large, they are still constrained by the base number.

The bottom line is that the squeezable space in the bottom layer has become larger.

Lieyang, if necessary, can also recruit millions of warriors to fight
Chapter completed!