The Cangling Zhang family dominates the continent!

Chapter 126: Statistical Battle Points

After the war, everyone in the army, whether soldiers or those who were summoned, breathed a sigh of relief.

Their faces showed an expression of fatigue and relaxation, but more of a sense of relief and relief.

After a long period of fighting and tension, there was finally a moment of peace.

On the battlefield, life becomes so fragile and unpredictable. Every charge and every martial art can take a life.

They know very well that on the battlefield, life and death are only a matter of moments, and their fate is often in the hands of others.

Now that the war is over, they can temporarily put aside their worries and fears.

"Great Elder, are these the only ones left in our family?"

In the military camp, on an empty lawn, Zhang Chentian repeatedly counted the number of his tribesmen in front of him.

His hands were trembling slightly and his lips were a little pale, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

He widened his eyes and stared at the tribesmen in front of him, trying to find a familiar aura from them, but he only felt a deep despair and helplessness.

Zhang Chentian's voice was full of doubt and fear. He slowly turned his head and looked at the old man standing beside him.

At this moment, there was a hideous scar on Zhang Chongpeng's face. He looked at Zhang Chentian silently, tears flashing in his eyes.

He slowly said, "We are the only ones still alive. The rest of the tribe died in the battle."

His voice was low and hoarse, filled with endless sorrow.

Zhang Chentian's face turned pale instantly. He widened his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, and said in a choked voice:

"How could this happen? How is this possible?"

There were eighty-six people when they came, but now there are only forty left. How can they not be heartbroken?

Hearing this, everyone present fell silent. They lowered their heads and silently mourned for their deceased tribesmen.

Everyone's heart is filled with longing and regret for their loved ones and friends.

"Half of the bodies of our tribesmen who died in the battle have yet to be found. I feel so sorry for them. I didn't have the ability to bring them home after they died!"

As Zhang Chongpeng spoke, his voice gradually choked up and tears welled up in his eyes again.

Others present also shed tears, as they had deep feelings for their tribesmen who died in the battle.

Zhang Chentian's face was covered with tears, and his eyes looked into the distance with empty eyes, as if the whole world had lost its color.

At this moment, those past scenes kept flashing through his mind, playing in front of his eyes like a movie.

Uncle Eight and Uncle Sixteen's anticipation and excitement as their talents awakened;

After coming out of the secret realm, Zhang Yikuang hugged him tightly, unable to extricate himself from the pain;

There are also the days of playing and laughing with the tribesmen, every detail is so clear, yet so distant.

However, these beautiful memories will become the past. From now on, they can only remain deep in the memory and can no longer be touched.

After a long time, Zhang Chentian felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Okay, don't be too sad. After all, anything that happens on the battlefield is normal. I believe their spirits in heaven wouldn't want to see us sad because of them."

Zhang Yihao looked at Zhang Chentian with red eyes and comforted him.

"I understand, Father!"

"Ok?"

Zhang Chentian quickly grabbed Zhang Yihao's empty left sleeve and looked at him in a daze.

"I was accidentally slashed by a barbarian and lost my left arm, but at least I'm still alive, don't worry!"

Zhang Yihao said casually.

Zhang Chentian's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"Let's go, let's go to the Lingbao Building in the military camp and exchange all the battle merit points for things that are useful to us and the family, and then we will... go home!"

Zhang Chongpeng said.

When they heard the word "go home", the forty members of the Zhang family showed obvious excitement on their faces.

Lingbao Building is a five-story building with spacious halls and exquisite decorations on each floor, giving people a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

At this time, the first floor of Lingbao Building was crowded with people, all of whom came to count their battle merit points and exchange them for spiritual objects.

"You're here to count your battle merit points, right? I happen to have nothing to do right now, so I'll do it for you!"

Seeing the Zhang family waiting in line, Ning Yuchen walked over and spoke, as if they really just happened to meet.

Hearing his words, everyone in the Zhang family did not doubt him and took out the heads of the enemies they had killed.

Of course, these were all frozen with freezing talismans, and the same was true for others, so there was no foul smell.

Zhang Chentian looked at Ning Yuchen and always felt that he had some purpose, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Fortunately, I stopped thinking about it and took out my trophies and put them on the ground.

Ning Yuchen walked up to Zhang Chentian and said while counting:

"Brother Chentian's strength really opened my eyes. He actually possesses such strength at such a young age. It really makes me ashamed."

Zhang Chentian smiled after hearing this and said:

"Your Highness, you're too kind. The world is so big, and there are many people with greater talents than me. Besides, if I don't work hard, I will eventually be 'eliminated'."

Hearing Zhang Chentian's answer, Ning Yuchen couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

Then, Ning Yuchen spoke again:

"That's right. By the way, I wonder if the Zhang family would consider joining our camp?"

Zhang Chentian was moved when he heard this, but he did not show it on the surface. He just smiled and asked:

"Why did the prince suddenly make this suggestion?"

Ning Yuchen explained: "Joining our camp will gain the support of the Yongchang Marquisate, which will be beneficial to the further development of the Zhang family."

He looked at Zhang Chentian with burning eyes, his eyes full of anticipation.

Because in his opinion, Zhang Chentian is a rare talent. If he can be recruited into his team, it will undoubtedly be a great help to the Yongchang Marquis Mansion.

"We are all working for the country, so it doesn't matter whether we join or not, right?"

The corners of Zhang Chentian's mouth rose slightly, and a shrewd light flashed in his eyes.

Ning Yuchen smiled slightly, secretly admiring Zhang Chentian's cleverness.

He knew very well that although the man in front of him was young, he was very scheming and should not be underestimated.

However, he did not show it, but responded in a relaxed tone:

"Hahaha, you're right, it's me, Meng Lang!"

At this time, Ning Yuchen suddenly changed the subject and said loudly:

"Okay, the statistics are complete. Your Zhang family has earned a total of 43,000 battle merit points. Add to that the 50,000 my father promised you, for a total of 93,000 battle merit points."

Ning Yuchen then took out a token, handed it to Zhang Chentian, and reminded him:

"This is a token. Just swipe it when you settle your account. There are a lot of goodies in it. You should seize the opportunity."

Zhang Chentian took the token and felt the special energy contained in it. The number 93,000 was also written on it.

"Thank you, Prince. We will select carefully."

Zhang Chentian clasped his fists and said.

"Well, then I'll go help other forces with statistics."

After saying that, Ning Yuchen walked towards the direction of other forces.