"Thunder strikes the wood." The old Zhu Wu really had a way. He had indeed expected this situation. "If you enter the swamp and are eaten by evil ghosts, you can use the lightning strikes to grind powder and water to drive away the evil ghosts."

"Then go and do it!"

General Zhendong did not hesitate and immediately agreed to his suggestion.

She was not afraid of the other party playing tricks.

The other party's life, including the lives of the tribe members, is in his own hands.

In addition, there must be a brave man under heavy rewards, which is enough to make the other party work hard.

Although there were signs of a camp roar, for the elite soldiers, the initial chaos was quickly controlled.

The soldiers who drank the lightning-striking wood powder were gathered together. The old Zhu Wu untied the copper bell on his waist, shook it gently, and sang the curse in the Xianbei tone.

I don’t know whether it was the lightning strike of the wood, or whether the old Zhu Wu’s curse song had the effect of calming people’s hearts, these soldiers quickly calmed down and fell asleep.

No words all night.

When he was about to move forward again the next day, Zhao Guang came to report with a serious look:

"General, it's not healing. Some soldiers' wounds have become purulent and have a warm disease. The high fever does not subside."

“How many people?”

"One Hundred and Thirty-Three."

"Then leave a hundred people to take care of them, and then send people back, and let the people outside the moor find a way to take them back."

General Zhendong looked at the way back, and the spear stuck in the swamp was like a signpost.

Just a day's journey, plus you already have experience,

After arranging the aftermath, General Guan led his troops into the swamp again.

Fortunately, with the experience of the first day, the remaining journey was much faster.

The deeper you walk into the moor, the more obvious the water flow that was originally hidden in the darkness.

When the water flows completely converge into a stream, it turns south and flows into a valley hidden in the thick fog.

"Sir, there is Poison Valley ahead."

Two gray-white rock peaks at the entrance of the valley stand opposite each other, with honeycomb-like holes on the rock walls. When the wind passes through, it makes a deep sob, like the sound of a giant wolf grinding his teeth before eating his prey.

Standing in front of the valley, I clearly felt a gust of mountain wind blowing, but the fog in the valley could not melt.

Obviously, fog is not simple.

General Zhendong leaned over and grabbed a handful of sand and soil, and immediately smelled a faint pungent smell.

This smell is different from the rotten smell in the moor.

This is a pungent fishy smell, like the stench caused by the bursting of necrotic bird eggs.

"Let's rest at the valley entrance tonight, don't enter the valley."

Although the taste was very light, a trace of confusion flashed in General Zhendong's eyes, and then it turned into doubt.

Before she could figure it out, the old Zhu Wu had already spoken quickly:

"Sir, wise."

A look of relief appeared on his face. He was really worried that the Han general in front of him would feel contemptuous because he successfully passed through the swamp.

"The evil ghosts in this valley are very different from the ones in the swamp. The more intense the sun is, the more fierce the sun is, the more fierce the ones in this valley are. The more intense the sun is, the weaker the ones are."

"If you want to cross the valley, you can only enter while the sun is hottest, the yang energy is strongest, and the evil ghosts hide underground."

"A person who is unknown, if you take it for granted, pass through the valley through the swamp, you will only be trapped by the evil spirit."

When General Zhendong heard this, he was already a little clear-headed, and his face showed an unanswerable expression, "The trap of the evil ghost? Haha!"

I didn't say much at the moment, but just ordered a place to find a place to camp and rest and count the casualties.

Although I had the first day of experience, I still lost more than 300 people over the rest of the journey.

In addition to the high fever and the people who stayed to take care of it, there were only about 7,000 people who could reach the entrance of the valley.

In other words, in just three days, the reduction in combat personnel alone reached about half of the 10% of the total.

Just as everyone was resting, General Zhendong asked someone to call Zhao Guang and Pei Xiu over and whispered a few instructions.

Soon, Zhao Guang, Pei Xiu and Lao Zhu Wu led a dozen soldiers to enter the valley in advance to explore the way while it was still early.

Until the sun was about to set and the remaining sunlight shone into the valley, the fog in the valley reflected a slightly strange dark yellow color. The figures of Zhao Guang, Pei Xiu and others appeared again at the entrance of the valley.

"General!" Zhao Guang's face was covered with thick cloth, probably to prevent poisoning in the valley. Before he could pull off the cloth, he couldn't wait to say, "Sure enough..."

General Zhendong frowned slightly, turned his head and pointed at Pei Xiu:

"You say."

Pei Xiu did not mask her face with a cloth, and there were some traces of water on her face. She must have been cleaned when she came back.

After all, the children of aristocratic families are children of aristocratic families, which is much more particular than a vulgar martial artist like Zhao Guang.

"General, there is indeed stone sulfur in the valley. The mist is all miasma caused by stone sulfur."

General Zhendong nodded.

The pungent smell she smelled before made her feel very familiar.

In the view of General Zhendong, the most profound person in the world who studies stone sulfur is his own Alang and his concubine Amei.

So the same is true for General Zhendong is also very familiar with Stone Sulfur.

More importantly, General Zhendong was the first person in the Han Dynasty to use the secret weapons of the Thunder God Camp.

Stone sulfur is toxic, and the poisonous gas produced blocks the entire valley.

Even for the old Xianbei Zhuwu, this valley is far more dangerous than the swamp.

But for General Zhendong, it is the opposite.

In the early years, in order to study this thing, countless laborers died of poisoning.

Even some of the students involved were not spared.

I have long used human life to summarize enough experience.

"What's going on in the valley?"

"We walked in for several miles, and there was no trace of birds and beasts. The only living thing was ant insect."

General Zhendong felt relieved when he heard that there were indeed ant insects in the valley:

"A land of sulfur poison, an ant nest is built against the wind, so it avoids sulfur poison like fire."

After saying that, he looked up at the sky and the last golden thread had fallen into the distant mountains.

At the twilight, there was still a golden red that refused to fade away in the folds of the clouds, as if the sky was swallowing countless ashes that were about to be extinguished.

At this time, the West had already been burned into a crucible of molten gold, and the clouds were fish scales, layer by layer, as if soaked in orange-red and pink-purple glaze.

The sunset is beautiful.

The face of General Zhendong made General Zhendong's face look a layer of gold.

General Zhendong showed a rare smile on his face, and his smile was even more beautiful than the sunset:

"Get a good rest and enter the valley at noon tomorrow!"

The morning glow does not go out, but the sunset travels thousands of miles.

On the second day, before noon was waiting, the sun was already hot.

Pei Xiu wiped her sweat and murmured:

"This sun is even hotter than fire. In fact, if I want to say, it's better to set a fire in the valley, and no poisonous gas will be gone."

Zhao Guang, who was standing next to Pei Xiu, heard this and slapped him with a slap:

"You can't set fire! You may be as far away from the thief. Once you set fire, you will most likely attract the attention of the thief."

"I'm just talking!" Pei Xiu stood firm again, held his head, and looked at Zhao Guang with dissatisfaction.

"It's not okay to talk about it, it shakes the morale of the army!" Zhao Guang glared at him, "At this time, no matter how much you have any opinions, you must keep them in your heart and must completely obey Guan Shuai's military order."

"Search it last!"

"Set off!"

"Walk!"

Pei Xiu took a deep breath, and was almost choked by the rich smell of urine that was full of nose.

He hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with the wet cloth stained with urine, and followed the group into the valley.

The old Zhu Wu, who was walking in the front, held up a torch and leaned over to observe the ground from time to time.

In the sulfur mist, sporadic red light flashed between the cracks of the rocks - this is the only living creature living in the valley, red ant worms.

These heat-loving worms are lined up in a twisted queue, bypassing a seemingly flat sandy land and drilling into the nest at the bottom of the cliff.
To be continued...