Ze Tian Ji Chapter 95: Horse away, sad song
Tang Thirty Six is on 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, his role is to raise grass and grass, more accurately, he is the deputy of Jin Yulu.
Chen Changshen's trip to White Emperor City, although it did not fully reach the idea of Human Race, at least liberated Jin Yulu from the vegetable field.
The legendary General Demihuman Race will continue to play the important role he played hundreds of years ago.
All the heavy, grain, ordnance from the imperial court, support from the states and counties, and donations from Aristocratic Family firms are all under his control.
The position of his off-hand is also very important.
Theoretically, the qualifications of Tang Thirty Six are not enough, at least it is difficult to convince the public, but no one dares to oppose this appointment.
It is not because of the identity of Tang Thirty Six, not because he is willing to give up the honor of Aristocratic Family Young Master to go to the front line, but because Tang Family donated a sum of money.
Liang Wangsun donated half of the property for military expenses, and Wenshui's Tang Family also donated half of the property.
It's also half-property, but only when you see it with your own eyes do people understand how terrible things Tang Family has done.
Because half the property of Tang Family is a terrible number.
The well-informed account department officials were shocked when they saw the books brought in by a dozen Horse-drawn Carriages.
The entire Continent knows that Tang Family is the richest place in the world. background is deep and has a wealth of accumulation.
But this time the world knows that the Tang Family turned out to be so rich.
The so-called rich and enemy countries are really not false words.
Don Esteemed Father is really very human.
Rich countries can often become enemies of the country.
This is a difficult rule to escape, and it is also the source of many tragedies.
After the details of this incident came out, many people were wondering if Tang Family didn't want to touch the taboo of the court, so they could alleviate the hostility of the court in this way.
—— Half of the real estate is indeed a lot, and it hurts like a broken arm, but as long as Tang Family can be saved, it is still worth it.
This reasoning seems reasonable, but Chen Changshen knows it's not true.
Scoring Old Snow City and conquering Demon race is the lifelong wish of Tang Esteemed Father. It is the only thing he wants to do for hundreds of years.
In this regard, he and Shang Xingzhou are natural alliances, and his most determined comrades cannot change his mind.
It can even be said that he lives to see today.
As long as Human Race can completely defeat Demon race, where will he care about his wealth?
If he didn't consider future generations and grandchildren, he would even throw the entire Wenshui's Tang Family into this war.
What would it feel like to be a grandson of such an old man?
Chen Changshen looks at The smoke in the field outside the city has a slightly raised lip angle and laughed.
Tang Thirty Six rides a white horse, dressed in white, with Sword of Wenshui around his waist.
He didn't say anything to Chen Changshen, and he didn't take it seriously, because this battle will win.
As Mountain Hermit Yan Zhi said, the trend is already here.
Demon race is over.
Just as Tang Esteemed Father and Liang Wangsun did, Human Race is willing to pay all costs and abandon hatred in order to win the war.
Human World has been waiting for this day.
Human Race has been preparing for this war for a long time.
In terms of material and military deployment, it has been ten years.
It has been hundreds of years in strategic planning.
Spiritually, it has been for thousands of years.
Countless sages, countless martyrs, no matter which emperor or generation of Pope ... everything they do is for today.
Undercurrent has been surging for countless days. With the change of the current situation, it has finally become a spring tide.
Demon race, as the former hegemon of Continent, has survived in the north for a long time. Even if some sober and calm big men realize this, such as the Young Demon Lord, and another example is Mountain Hermit Yan Zhi, but too little time is left for them, and the internals of Demon race are too messy.
When thinking of the current situation of Demon race, Chen Changshen is fortunate and always a little puzzled. Then I think of the sentence of Shang Xingzhou in Luoyang.
Perhaps he still realized that he was personal?
The Dao Dust Dragon in the looks at field felt the slightest vibration, Chen Changshen couldn't wait to think about that problem.
Vibration, is the horseshoe gone, or is my heartbeat?
He felt his heart beat faster, for no reason.
Why is this magnificent war about to begin?
Demon race will lose, Human Race will win.
But we still have to work hard for it. Real hard work can really win.
Thinking about how much blood and sacrifices will be given to young men and women who are leaving Xunyang City in the years to come ...
He can't help but feel his cheeks slightly warm.
(Remembering Yi Tian Tu Long Ji.)
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The valleys of late spring are full of blood.
Lower Demon race soldiers become uglier after death. The dead bodies in the weeds exude bad breath. The grassland is not too hot, but it will inevitably rot if it is left for a long time.
In the beginning, the Human Race army would also use formation master to clear the battlefield. On the grassland after each battle, formation clear light and the flames that follow it can be seen everywhere. Later, more and more Demon race soldiers died, and the fighting became more and more intense. In order to save the mana of formation master, there was no longer any requirement in this regard.
Temporary camps are set up high, but the so-called valleys are actually rolling meadows, which are not easy to defend.
The twilight is stained with distant fields and nearby vehicles. The smoke has been exhausted, the bonfire is gradually clearing, and the sorrowful singing sounds, but it attracts more scolding.
Liang Hongzhuang leaning against the wheel, squinting at the sunset when looks at fell to the ground, the grass roots trembling slightly in his mouth.
Of course, he did n’t wear the red dance clothes and heavy makeup, but he was beautiful, especially the pair of eyebrows were as dark as ink and thin as hooks. He was charming and had his own spirit. When I first entered the battlefield, I didn't know how much attention I attracted. Until now, no one dared to discuss anything.
In the team, he has the highest realm strength, killing the most Demon race soldiers and suffering the most injuries.
There is a deep wound under his ribs. White Bone can be seen through the gap of the bandage, and he can also smell rancid.
A person crowded beside him and sat down. The corpses of the lower Demon race on the meadow of looks at had a mocking expression on his face.
"I haven't seen a high-level Demon race for so many days, has the old Demon Lord been killed?"
The speaker is Feng Guijun. Some time ago he was 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 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, and he didn't know if it meant Pope or Holy Maiden.
Liang Hongzhuang ignored him.
Feng Guijun said with a sneer: "The court asked me to die, in return for half of your Liang Palace family property, what about you? Why did your elder brother not let you die?"
Yes, coming to this prairie is a death in a sense. Although Human Race now has an absolute advantage, in so many battles in already, the number of deaths of Demon race soldiers is twice that of Human Race soldiers. , But ... after all, it will still be dead, especially now that already many people notice that the situation is a bit weird.
Feng Guijun's taunts are more caused by uneasiness.
After the Human Race army entered the grassland, already encountered a lot of Demon race troops, and many fierce battles took place.
A strange phenomenon was soon discovered.
Except for a small number of officers, in these battles, no higher Demon race can be seen at all.
Even Demon race's most powerful Wolf Rider can't see any trace, as if it's missing.
If the tide flows to the Human Race army, they are all the lowest Demon race soldiers.
The low-level Demon race 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 killed in front of the Human Race army's crossbow ordnance and formation master. In theory, it should not be difficult to deal with.
The problem is that the lower Demon race soldiers encountered by the Human Race army are not the same as before.
Now the lower Demon race soldiers have become more brave, fierce temperament, more cruel means, and even have a sense of fearless death.
If you used to be inferior Demon race The soldiers are just mentally retarded, and now they look like already Lost consciousness and turned into a pure killing tool.
Countless low-ranking Demon race soldiers are not afraid of death, and they will bring tremendous pressure to the Human Race army, whether it is war or spiritual.
This army led by Feng Guijun has suffered a very serious downsizing, and it is not known 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 drug that makes these ugly guys lose their minds and will only die."
This is the speculation of many people, but I do n’t understand why the war has just begun, and the response of Demon race is so extreme.
You must know that those drugs must have very strong side effects. Those lower Demon race soldiers even die from the moment they take them.
Feng Guijun looks at is getting darker and darker, and the worry in his eyes is getting thicker and he murmurs, "what exactly does Demon race want to do?"
In a sense, he was indeed sent to death by the court in order to appease the old grievances of Liang Palace.
But after all, he has been the Xunyang City defender for decades, and is now a general on the front line.
Liang Hongzhuang said: "Demon race wants to scare us away."
Feng Guijun froze, realized what he meant, a bitter smile on his face.
They are the front vanguard.
If Demon race's strategy is really so, they will endure continuous attacks.
Until the army's account orders a retreat, or one party dies.
"You said we were all sent to death, so why be afraid."
Liang Hongzhuang said: "And even if we die now, we make money."
Since the war began, he has killed more than 30 Demon race soldiers with already, and Feng Guijun and the leading soldiers have also killed three times their enemies with already and they have indeed earned.
Feng Guijun said nothing.
Liang Hongzhuang spit out the grass roots in his mouth and began to sing a sad song.
Screaming again, but this time he didn't stop.
Liang Hongzhuang's vocal is a bit strange, it is deep and distant, like a river flowing slowly on the grassland.
"After listening to you for so many years at Xunyang City, I always feel that your singing is a bit weird, but I have never asked you."
Feng Guijun asked, "What genre do you inherit? Luling Jinshi or Jushui Zhang?"
Liang Hongzhuang said: "It is said to be the opera singing method in Old Snow City."
Feng Guijun was surprised, pointing at the bodies of the Demon race soldiers in the weeds and saying, "Do you understand these things?"
Liang Hongzhuang shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Suddenly there were warnings and emergency military orders issued by the Red Eagle in the night sky.
Several recent Human Race troops have suffered enemy attacks.
The enemy's main attack is on this meadow.
The grass is slightly small shock.
The twilight is deep and turned into night.
night does not know how many Demon race soldiers are coming.
Feng Guijun knew that the battle would last all night, and his face turned pale: "Can we still see the morning light of tomorrow?"
Liang Hongzhuang stood up, looked at the night sky, and said, "Today the stars are beautiful."