Wild God starts the game, I rely on incense to prove my truth to the emperor

"Hey!"

Wan Zhu revealed a trace of sadness and stood in the middle of the scorched earth, motionless for a long time.

"What a pity……"

"There's no need to be sad, Willow God. Everything has its destination. The Chongming Mountain God has simply completed his own journey!"

Li Xianhui stepped forward and comforted him softly.

Hearing the voice, Wan Zhuliu turned around and looked at the other person without saying anything.

How could he not know whether the Chongming Mountain God had completed his journey?

You have to finish it even if you don’t want to!

But... a lot of incense was wasted!

"I've already cleaned up this place. There's nothing else here except three corpses. Let's go!"

After a moment, Wan Zhuliu slowly looked at Li Xianqi, who was silent for a moment and then nodded.

"The demons of Xuanqing Palace have fled. Now is the time to strike back. I will return to my army and prepare to strike them by surprise!"

Wan Zhuliu swept Li Xianqi into the air and then warned, "Although the Taoist priests of Xuanqing Palace were killed and wounded and fled, the imperial army is strong. We should not fight head-on. We should hold our ground and wait for reinforcements!"

"Of course I understand this!"

Li Xianhui seemed to have thought of something, his eyes flickered, and he stopped talking.

Soon, the two landed on the hilltop at the border of red pine.

Wan Zhuliu pulled out a wall of earth and stood on it, "General Li, attack with confidence. This god will clear the way for you!"

……

Half an hour later, the imperial army retreated twenty miles and set up camp at Miaopo.

The rebels also suffered heavy losses, with nearly half of their men killed or wounded. Fortunately, Wan Zhuliu used earth-controlling techniques many times to block the imperial army's charge and save the situation.

Hongsong finally held off the first wave of attacks.

However, the morale of the soldiers in the supply battalion had reached rock bottom.

In particular, the death of the Chongming Mountain God worshipped by the army was a huge shock.

Even the gods can't stop it, let alone mortals like them!

As night fell, the rebels who had returned to their tents to rest began to whisper to each other.

"Have you heard? It was the newly joined Willow God who repelled the Xuanqing Palace. General Li has decided that the entire camp will worship the Willow God and regard him as the most respected from now on!"

"It's fake, right? The Chongming Mountain God is a mountain god appointed by the Great Xia Dynasty. This Willow God is just a wild god. How can he have such power?"

"You saw it this afternoon. If it weren't for the Willow God's repeated spells, would we still be alive? It doesn't matter who we worship, I think the Willow God is not bad!"

"..."

Wan Zhuliu heard all of their discussions.

Tomorrow is another day of sacrifice. If it is still like this, we will definitely not get much incense.

Although the believers in Chongming were handed over to him, a small number of them were killed or injured, and there are only a little over a thousand at present.

The number seems large, but based on the last situation, it is hard to say whether we can receive 500 incense sticks.

This is not worth it!

He narrowed his eyes, stood up and walked to Li Xianqi's tent.

Old Li was lost in thought at the moment. Seeing him coming, he immediately put away his sorrowful expression, forced a smile and said, "Lord Liu is here. What's going on?"

"I have inspected the army and found quite a few injured and disabled people. General Li, do you have any plans to deal with this?"

Hearing this, Li Xianqi sighed.

"Hey, we did have some medicine, but it was taken away by the Central Army led by Marshal Weihua. Although the baggage camp has a military doctor, he doesn't have the medical skills to revive the dead or turn bones into flesh. We can only let the brothers carry it!"

"Is that so!" Wan Zhuliu nodded, and then a trace of reluctance, pain and entanglement appeared on his face. Multiple emotions intertwined, and he performed the charm of a kind-hearted Willow God.

"Hey, they are just ordinary people. It's not easy to survive tonight!"

After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to use my divine essence to rescue the wounded in the camp. General Li, please do as I say!"

"Oh? Willow God has a solution?"

"My original form was an old willow tree at the head of the village. Infused with the incense of red pine, I became a body of incense. That willow tree has gathered my divine essence. I only need to cut down its branches, extract the sap, and give it to the wounded to alleviate their injuries!"

"Will this have an impact on Willow God?" Li Xianhui hurriedly closed the tent and then asked in a low voice.

“It will indeed harm me, but compared to the hundreds of lives lost, it’s nothing!

Moreover, as long as the incense continues to burn, I will slowly recover!"

Seeing Wan Zhuliu's determined and righteous look, Li Xianhui couldn't help but reveal a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"No!"

But after hesitating for a while, he decisively rejected Wan Zhuliu.

Then he said in a deep voice: "As long as there is a war, people will die. Willow God is now the only deity in my baggage camp. If anything goes wrong, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Depend on!

Wan Zhuliu couldn't help but feel speechless. He had already put himself into the role of a hero while acting, but Li Xianhui was just too stubborn.

Not to mention cutting off a few of his branches, even if he leveled the old stump, it wouldn't cause much harm to Wan Zhuliu.

These days, he kept digging his roots deeper, and they have now covered half of the ground under the red pine tree.

He can now survive entirely on his roots, and can choose to sprout anywhere within the coverage area and grow a new willow tree.

This time, he deliberately told Li Xianqi the news, not just to win over the disabled soldiers.

More importantly, it is to leave yourself a way out!

However, since the other party refused to cooperate, Wan Zhuliu could only continue his performance and looked at Li Xianjie with kindness.

"Old Li, we have no reinforcements. If we don't give them a little hope, their morale will plummet and it will be difficult to continue. This is also a last resort!"

"You already know?"

"We've long speculated that the supply battalion only has one or two thousand people, and the three main armies are unlikely to return to rescue us."

Upon hearing this, Li Xianqi's demeanor instantly dropped a lot. He slowly took off his helmet and put it aside.

"God Liu is right. To this day... Marshal Weihua hasn't replied yet!"

After that, he smiled wryly and said, "I was abandoned right after joining. Willow God must be very angry, right?"

On the surface, he seemed to be asking Wan Zhuliu, but he also seemed to be speaking up for himself and the entire baggage camp.

According to Wan Zhuliu's memory, Old Li had been hiding his identity in Hongsong for nearly five years, waiting for this opportunity to attack Liuzhou, but he didn't expect to be...

He patted Li Xian's shoulder and said, "If the imperial army attacks, I still have a way to repel the enemy. Do as I say, and cut them down!"

……

Xuanqing Palace.

The atmosphere in the huge Xuanqing Palace was extremely solemn.

More than a dozen Taoists, dressed in colorful and gorgeous Taoist robes, lowered their heads and dared not make a sound.

The furious Palace Master of Xuanqing Palace sat cross-legged above, his eyebrows trembling slightly as he stared at the charred Taoist priest kneeling below.

"Du Yunzi, you don't even know who beat you up like this. Is this your answer to me?"

"Brother Palace Master, this happened suddenly. I was leading several of my nephews to besiege Chongming when suddenly there was lightning and thunder. The area within a hundred meters was covered in lightning, and my magic power was sluggish. If it weren't for the Divine Confinement Chain bestowed by the Palace Master, I'm afraid even I would have..."

"A mere Chongming is nothing. To be able to cultivate the thunder method to the level you described, he must not be such a hairy god."

The Palace Master stroked his long beard, his eyes flickering. "Hongsong is the central army, and within their tent are two True Lords, Han and Zhao. Could it be that a True Lord has taken action?"

"It's very likely, Senior Brother Palace Master, why not let Senior Brother Dean take action to avenge the three dead nephews!" Du Yunzi, whose body was charred black on the ground, said viciously.

"Junior Brother Huan Suzi is busy dealing with Wei Zhenjun in the north and has no time to spare. Let the two six-marked warriors from the Liuzhou Governor's Office go!"

Upon hearing this, all the Taoists present breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Palace Master is wise!"