Way of Choices

Tang Thirty-six went to the front line.

Of course, he is not a pioneer, because he does not have this ability, and no one will agree.

In this war, he played the role of grain and grass lifts, more precisely, Jin Yulu's deputy.

Although Chen Changsheng's trip to the White Emperor City did not fully reach the human race's ideas, at least the golden jade law was liberated from the vegetable field.

This legendary demon general will continue to play the important role he had played hundreds of years ago.

All of the royal court’s frontline, grain, grass, and ordnance, support from various states and counties, and donations from various family businesses are under his control.

The position of his deputy is also extremely important.

Logically speaking, the qualifications of Tang 36 are not enough, at least it is difficult to convince the public, but no one dares to object to this appointment.

Not because of the identity of Tang Sanshi, not because he was willing to give up the honor of his family son to go to the front line for adventure, but because the Tang family donated a sum of money.

Wang Liangsun donated half of his family's property for military expenses, and the Tang family in Wenshui also donated half of their family property.

It is also half of the family property, but only when they see it with their own eyes, people understand how terrible the Tang family did.

Because half of the Tang family property is a terrible number.

When I saw a well-informed household official and saw the account books brought in by dozens of carriages, I was shocked and speechless.

The entire continent knows that the Tang family is the richest place in the world, with a deep heritage and rich accumulation.

But this time the world's talents knew that the Tang family was rich enough to this extent.

The so-called prosperity of the rich is not a lie.

Mrs. Tang is really very human.

A rich country can often become an enemy of the whole country.

This is a law that is difficult to escape and a source of many tragedies.

After the specific details of this matter came out, many people were wondering whether the Tang family did not want to touch the taboos of the court, so this way the hostility of the court was reduced.

——Half of the family property is indeed a lot, and the pain is like a broken arm, but as long as the Tang family can save it, it is still worth it.

This kind of inference seems reasonable, but Chen Changsheng knows that it is not the truth.

Entering the Snow Old City and conquering the Demon Race is the lifelong wish of Mrs. Tang, the only thing he wanted to do for centuries.

In this regard, he is a natural alliance with Shangxing Zhou, the most determined comrade-in-arms, nothing can change his mind.

It can even be said that he is alive just to see today.

As long as the human race can completely defeat the demon race, where will he care about his wealth?

If he did not consider future generations and grandchildren, thinking about the survival of his family, he would even throw the entire Wenshui Tang family into this war.

How does it feel to be a grandson like this old man?

Chen Changsheng looked at the smoke in the wilderness outside the city, his lips slightly curled, and laughed.

Tang Thirty-six rode a white horse, dressed in white, with a Wenshui sword around his waist, very elegant and chic.

He did not say anything to Chen Changsheng, nor did he cherish the truth, because this battle would win.

As the Yanzhishan people said, the general trend has been achieved.

The demon race is gone.

Just like the old man Tang dynasty and Wang Liangsun did, the human race is willing to pay all costs and abandon hatred just to win the war.

The human world has been waiting for this day.

For this war, the human race prepared for a long time.

From the perspective of material and military deployment, it has been ten years.

In terms of strategic planning, it has been hundreds of years.

In terms of spiritual will, it has been thousands of years.

Countless sages, countless martyrs, no matter which emperor, what generation of popes...all the things they do are for today.

Undercurrent has been surging for countless days, and with the change of the current situation, it has finally become a spring tide.

As the once overlord of the mainland, the Mozu has been breathing in the north for a long time, and it has passed by without realizing this. Even if some sober and calm big people realized this, such as the young demon, such as the Yanzhishan people, but they were left with too little time, and the demon clan was too chaotic.

Whenever thinking of the present situation of the Demon Race, Chen Changsheng was always a little puzzled, and then remembered the words of Shangxing Zhou in Luoyang.

Perhaps that person still realizes that he is a human after all?

Looking at the Dao Daolong in the wilderness and feeling the very slight vibration, Chen Changsheng couldn't care about thinking about the problem again.

The shock, the horseshoe away, or your own heartbeat?

He felt his heart beating faster, for no reason.

Is it because this raging war is about to begin?

The demon race will lose, the human race will win, the general trend has been determined.

But we still have to work hard for it. Real hard work can be a real victory.

Thinking about how much blood and sacrifice will be given to young men and women who are leaving Xunyang City in the years to come...

Calm as he couldn't help feeling that his cheeks were slightly warm.

(Thinking of the Dragon Slayer's Story.)

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Blood is everywhere in the valley of deep spring.

The lower Demon soldiers became uglier after they died. The corpses among the weeds exhaled. The grasslands were not too hot, but after a long time, they would rot.

At the beginning, the Terran Army will also use array divisions to clean up the battlefield. After the battle, the grassland formation and the flames that follow will be seen everywhere on the grassland. Later, more and more demon soldiers died, and the fighting became more and more tense. In order to save the mana of the formation, there was no longer any requirement in this regard.

Temporary camps are set up high, but the so-called valleys are actually rolling meadows, not easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Twilight painted the distant field and nearby vehicles, the smoke of the cooking was exhausted, the bonfire gradually faded, and a sad song rang out, but it attracted more scolding.

Liang Hongzhuang leaned on the wheel and squinted at the setting sun falling to the ground, the grass roots in his mouth trembling slightly.

Of course, he didn’t wear the red dance dress or heavy makeup, but he was beautiful, especially the pair of eyebrows were as dark as ink, as thin as a hook, and there was a natural charm in the charming, natural and elegant, just started I don't know how much line of sight to draw on the battlefield. Until now, no one dared to talk about anything.

In the team, he has the highest level of strength, killing the most Demon soldiers and receiving the most injuries.

There was a deep wound under his ribs. Through the gap of the bandage, he could see the white bones and smell the rotten smell.

A man squeezed beside him and sat down, looking at the bodies of the lower demons on the meadow, with a mocking expression on his face.

"For so many days, I haven't seen a high-level demons. Did the old demons kill them all?"

The speaker was Feng Guijun. He had been doing Xunyang City Guard for decades, but now he has become a general on the front line.

When he heard Liang Hongzhuang say that to the Pope under the stage that night, he vaguely guessed his ending.

But he didn't expect that he would be with Liang Hongzhuang on the front line. He didn't know whether this was the Pope's meaning or the arrangement of the Holy Girl.

Liang Hongzhuang ignored him.

Feng Guijun said with a sneer: "The court asked me to die, in return for half of your family's estate in Liang. What about you? Why didn't your brother come and let you die?"

Yes, coming to this grassland means death in a certain sense. Although the Terrans now have an absolute advantage, in so many battles that have taken place, the number of deaths of the Demon soldiers is twice that of the Terran soldiers, but ...After all, people will still die, especially now that many people have noticed that the situation is a bit strange.

Feng Guijun's sarcasm is more from uneasiness.

After entering the grasslands, the Terran Army has encountered a lot of Devil forces, and there have been many fierce battles.

Soon people discovered a very strange phenomenon.

Except for a handful of military officers, in these battles, there is no sign of any higher demons at all.

Even the most powerful wolf rider of the Demon Race could not see the slightest trace, as if it had disappeared.

Like the tide, the influx of the human army is the lowest-level demon soldiers.

These low-level Demon soldiers have slow intellectual development and can be said to be stupid. Even if they have tremendous power over ordinary humans, they can only be the object of being killed in front of the crossbow armament of the human army and the formation division. It should not be difficult to deal with.

The problem is that the low-level Demon soldiers encountered by the Terran Army are not the same as before.

Today's lower-level Demon soldiers have become more courageous, violent in temperament, more cruel, and even have a feeling of fearless death.

If in the past these low-level Demon soldiers were only mentally low, now they seem to have lost consciousness and become pure killing tools.

Countless inferior Mozu soldiers are fearless to die, and the influx of former servants will bring great pressure to the human army, whether it is in war or spiritually.

This army led by Feng Guijun has very serious downsizing, and I don't know how long it will last.

The same situation should happen in all parts of the grassland.

Liang Hongzhuang said: "It should be some kind of medicine that made these ugly guys lose their senses and only came to death."

This is a speculation of many people, but I don’t understand why the war has just begun, and the Devil’s response is so extreme.

To know that these drugs must have extremely strong side effects, those lower-level Demon soldiers even died from the moment they took the drugs.

Feng Guijun looked at the increasingly dark twilight, and the worries in his eyes grew thicker and deeper, muttering, "What exactly does the demon want to do?"

In a sense, he was indeed sent to death by the court in order to appease the old complaints of King Liang's mansion.

But after all, he served as the Xunyang city guard for decades, and is now a frontline general.

Liang Hongzhuang said: "The Demon Race wants to scare us away."

Feng Guijun was stunned and understood what he meant, with a bitter smile on his face.

They are the vanguard units at the forefront.

If the devil's strategy is so true, they will endure a continuous attack.

Until the Chinese military account ordered to retreat, or one party died.

"You said we were all sent to death, so why be afraid."

Liang Hongzhuang said: "And even if we die now, we will earn it."

Since the beginning of the war, he has killed more than 30 Demon soldiers, and Feng Guijun and the soldiers he led have already killed three times as many enemies as he really earned.

Feng Guijun said nothing more.

Liang Hongzhuang spit out the grass roots in his mouth and began to sing a sad song.

Scolding sounded again around him, but this time he did not stop.

Liang Hongzhuang's singing is a bit strange, very deep and long, like a slowly flowing river on the grassland.

"After listening to your play for so many years in Xunyang City, I always feel that your singing is a little weird, but I have never asked you."

Feng Guijun asked: "What genre are you going to inherit? Luling Jin's or Jushui Zhang?"

Liang Hongzhuang said: "It is said to be the opera singing method in the old town of Xue."

Feng Guijun was surprised, pointing at the bodies of the demon soldiers in the wild grass and said, "Do you understand these things?"

Liang Hongzhuang shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Suddenly there was a warning and emergency military order issued by the Red Eagle in the night sky.

Several recent human race troops have suffered enemy attacks.

The enemy's main attack direction is in this meadow.

The grass shook slightly.

The twilight was deep, turning into night.

At night, I don't know how many Mozu soldiers are coming.

Feng Guijun knew that this battle would last all night, and his face could not help turning pale: "Can we still see tomorrow morning?"

Liang Hongzhuang stood up, glanced at the night sky, and said, "Today the stars are beautiful."

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