It's another cold winter, and Xuanping has been at war with the demons for more than a year. Everything was much faster than Xuanping expected, and now there were only 520,000 left in the mighty army of nearly one million, and only 270,000 in the demon race.

It is impossible to talk about who wins or loses, and to bring out those enthusiastic young faces but fail to bring them back, let alone victory, war, there is never such a thing as victory. There are only endless blood and tears, life and death.

In the past year, Xuanping has fought dozens of battles with the demons, and only 8,000 of the 20,000 heavy cavalry remain, 70,000 of the 180,000 light cavalry, and only 100,000 of the 200,000 halberds.

The demons are no better, the most elite first and second legions have lost more than half, and the seventh legion has almost been wiped out, and the leader of the legion is martyred in Sisri.

Everything is too fast, and Rao is using Xuanping's national strength to support a million troops to fight. The demons are even worse, and the food supply is becoming more and more difficult, so since April, the demons have been constantly attacking Xuanping, and Xuanping has avoided the battle as much as possible.

At the end of October, the demons retreated and retreated to the west of the Heavenly Trench Mountain, which surprised everyone in the rest city, this is the first time in a thousand years, according to the temperament of the demons, until the point of running out of ammunition and food, they will never retreat lightly. It took so much effort to retreat without even entering the gate of the city of rest, which was too inconsistent with the consistent style of the demon race.

In the city of rest, Yao Hong and others gathered together, but the Marquis of Jiangling still insisted on his point of view and said, "Holy Lord." I think it's better to be on the safe side, since the demons have retreated, we don't need to take risks, we have very little understanding of the territory of the demons for thousands of years, and if we go to the Heavenly Trench Mountain at this time, it is definitely not a good strategy. ”

Changxinghou snorted coldly and said dissatisfiedly: "Guo Tai, if you are afraid of death, hurry back to your Jiangnan Road, don't be embarrassed here." ”

Yao Changxing's words suddenly made Guo Tai's eyes red, pointing at Yao Changxing's hands were trembling, Guo Tai said indignantly: "I'm afraid of death? I'm afraid of death, I'm qualified to stand here? Could it be that fighting with the demons is not afraid of death? Do you have to bury everyone's bones here? ”

"And our plans for so long were abandoned because of this? Figure what? You go and ask the 430,000 soldiers who died if they will agree? Yao Changxing roared angrily.

Chicheng Hou Li Changzhi also said: "Jiangling, don't blame Changxing, he has this temperament, you are right, we shouldn't fight with the demons, but we paid a huge price to slightly gain the upper hand, at this time, no matter what the demons' plan is, we have to do it." ”

Guo Tai actually knows this truth, and he can't wait to exterminate the demon race, but at the same time, he really doesn't want Xuanping's millions of soldiers to be buried here.

Pingchao Hou Taojing walked in front of the silent Guo Tai, and said in a gentle tone: "Old Guo, I know what you are worried about, but it has come to the moment, we can only advance and cross the Tianqian Mountain to fight on the territory of the demon cubs, four generations of hard work and forbearance for nearly a hundred years in exchange for today's situation, now retreat, how do we explain to the ancestors, how to explain to those heroes and martyrs under the stele forest, and how to explain to the families of the dead soldiers?" We took their sons, fathers, brothers, and husbands away, and in the end, not only did we not bring them back, but we also failed to do anything to the demons, so in this case, can you sleep at night? ”

Guo Tai sighed heavily, there is no other way to do it now, I hope I think I am too worried!

Gao Zhen, the city lord of Rest City, interrupted everyone's speech with a slight cough, signaling that there was still someone in the room who did not speak, Gao Zhi bowed to Yao Hong and asked, "What is the intention of the Holy Lord?" Advance or retreat? ”

Yao Hong rubbed his temples, his eyes were a little dazed, he got up and came outside the house, goose feather snowflakes kept falling from his eyes to the ground. The rustling sound of his feet on the snow made him upset, and he was in a dilemma at this time, and he really didn't know what to do.

If you try your best to finally defeat the demons, it's okay to say, I'm afraid that if you can't solve the demons, and you don't have the strength to fight, then you will become a sinner in the entire Xuanping Dynasty and the entire land of Shenzhou.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, as if it wanted to bury the whole world, the snowflakes swirled and flew in the air, and with the help of the cold wind, they crashed into Yao Hong's body, trying to knock down the most powerful man in the world with his dynasty.

Yao Hong stood in the snow, with his back to the east and west, just as he had done that year. At that time, Yao Hong was still young, the winter in the imperial capital was far less cold than in the west, and the snow was not as big as this, Yao Hong and Emperor Taizong were in the courtyard outside the meditation hall together, the white-haired Taizong held his little hand and stood in the snow, looking at the west and distracted, there was longing, expectation, unwillingness, and a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Is it cold?" Taizong asked.

"Cold!" A childish, crisp voice replied.

Emperor Taizong squatted down, touched Yao Hong's head, pointed to the west and said: "In that place, it is much colder than this, there are a group of monsters living there, they often invade and bully us, and in the same way, there are countless soldiers of our Xuanping guarding us, they are not afraid, and we can't be afraid, you know?" ”

The young Yao Hong stood on tiptoe and looked at the west, but what caught his eye was the high palace wall, at that time he couldn't understand Emperor Taizong's words, but he just remembered that there were a group of monsters in the West bullying them, and he couldn't be afraid of them, and he wanted to knock them down.

When the Holy Sect was dying, Yao Hong had already become a teenager, and he had only shown a little bit of grandeur, and that day Yao Hong was lying down in front of the collapse to listen to his father's last teachings.

Emperor Shengzong leaned sideways on the dragon collapse, holding Yao Hong with his right hand and pointing to the west with his left, and asked, "Do you know what my greatest wish in this life is?" ”

"Flattening the Demon Clan, this is not only my father's wish, but also my mission in this life." Yao Hong controlled his sad emotions and said solemnly.

The Holy Sect nodded with satisfaction, squeezed Yao Hong's hand and explained: "All the efforts of our Xuanping first three generations have been handed over to you, and we will definitely cross the Heavenly Trench Mountain, so that our Xuanping's horse's hooves will step on the land of the demon clan." ”

Yao Hong held his father's hand tightly with both hands, nodded heavily in agreement, and then the Holy Sect slowly closed his eyes, closed his eyes and said, "When the day comes, don't forget to take a handful of river water from there and sprinkle it in front of my grave." ”

One hundred and ten spring and autumn, three thousand days and nights, the hard work of four generations, no matter what, can not be disappointed, if there is one person to resist the infamy of failure, then I Yao Hong is willing to bear it alone.

A thick layer of snow fell on Yao Hong's shoulders, and even the upper of his shoes was covered, Gao Zhi and the others were worried about Yao Hong's body, so they spoke out again.

Yao Hong raised his head and looked west, shook off the snowflakes on his shoulders, and walked forward, leaving everyone with a firm back and a sentence: Kou can go, I can go. Prepare for battle!

The voice was not loud, but it was peaceful and sonorous, so that Tao Jing and others were shocked after hearing it, and the blood in the body began to boil, this voice seemed to break the boundaries of time and space, and spread to the beach by the East China Sea, to the village under the South Mountain, to the houses outside the ice lake in the extreme west, to the tent on the northern grassland, to the imperial capital, to Shangjing, to the holy city, let Xuanping cheer, let the Northern Yuan subdue, and let the demons chill. Let all the people of heaven and earth hear this voice.

On November 4, 971 in the Shenzhou calendar, as soon as the sky was bright, Xuanping's scout troops Baiyan spies first stepped over the Tianqian Mountain, and after several reconnaissance visits, after confirming that there was no danger, the large army set off.

Yao Hong, who was dressed in a black dragon robe, rode a war horse and stepped out of the Tianqian Mountain one step ahead of everyone, and the horse's hooves stepped on the land of a foreign land and raised patches of snow powder, and in addition to the ice and snow, only desolation and loneliness were left in his eyes.

The snow powder rose into the air and landed, marking the first time that the army of the human race officially entered the territory of the demon race, Yao Hong took the battle flag from the hands of the soldiers carrying the soldier beside him, and drove the horse forward, Yao Changxing, Tao Jing and others followed, about 100 steps before stopping, Yao Hong raised the battle flag in his hand high, and then threw it to the ground, the battle flag of the Xuanping Dynasty stood firmly on the land of the demon clan, the battle flag was waving in the wind, fluttering in the air, this moment was destined to be recorded under the trembling tip of the historian's pen, and was remembered by the world.

Yao Hong took out the Son of Heaven Sword from his waist, raised it above his head, and shouted in a loud voice: "The sun and the moon will last forever, the mountains and rivers will be forever, and Xuanping will be forever." ”

"The sun and the moon are eternal, the mountains and rivers are eternal, and Xuanping is eternal. The sun and the moon are eternal, the mountains and rivers are eternal, and Xuanping is eternal. The sun and the moon are eternal, the mountains and rivers are eternal, Xuanping is eternal, and the ........." A majestic and majestic voice sounded behind Yao Hong. One after another, endlessly, resounding through the sky, the snowflakes flying in the sky were shaken and stopped, and the clouds above the nine heavens were scattered.

Countless people's dreams come true at this moment, the soldiers looked up at the Xuanping battle flag fluttering in the air, and couldn't help but burst into tears, how many people and how many years of anticipation, finally completed today, everyone's face is full of excitement, excitement, pride, pride and glory.

This glory not only belongs to them who shed their blood on the battlefield, but also to those predecessors who died in the border field, and to the family members who are waiting for their return.

For hundreds of years, because of the invasion of the demons, the dead people are piled up, and I am afraid that they are higher than the Heavenly Trench Mountain Range, and all the humiliation and unwillingness have been released at this moment.

In the evening, the army advanced all the way to the largest river in the eastern region of the demon clan, the Salin River, Yao Hong and several Wuhou turned over and dismounted. Leading the horses to the river, the horses bowed their heads and drank the water of the Salin, their heads raised from time to time and swayed from side to side, and their noses snorted with white heat, as if they were not used to the water here.

Tens of thousands of cavalry also dismounted, drinking horses on the banks of the Salin River, in the ice and snow, under the afterglow of the setting sun, tens of thousands of war horses lined up on the east bank of the Salin River, stretching for nearly 100 miles, constituting a magnificent picture. Many years later, this group of soldiers is still talking about this glorious past, telling their children and grandchildren about this glorious past,