Gou Hanshi was silent for a while and said, "I know who he is. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Liang Hongxiang is the younger brother of Liang Wangsun, and there is another secret relationship between him and the Lishan Sword Sect - he is a member of Liang Banhu and Liang Xiaoxiao.

The two were silent, and the stone chamber was quiet.

As they had discussed earlier, there could be unexpected losses this time, and there were people they didn't think they should have died so soon...... Die.

Liang Hongxiang is such a person, he is an important figure in Liang Wangfu, and he is also a master of gathering stars.

It had not been many days since the war began, and according to the laws of the past, it was far from the stage of tragedy, and as a result, he died.

Chen Changsheng and Liang Hongxiang have met three times and said dozens of words, they are not familiar, but they are people they know after all.

He still has many people he knows on the battlefield, Tang Thirty-six, the King of Linghai, the teachers and students of the National Education Academy, such as Chu Wenbin, and her.

But Gou Hanshi also has a lot of acquaintances, Guan Feibai, Liang Banhu, Cabbage, Jiantang's uncle, and Tiannan's colleagues.

"I'm sorry, you shouldn't have been up to me to persuade me. Chen Changsheng said to Gou Hanshi.

Gou Hanshi said: "You should have guessed that these words are for me to say to you. ”

Chen Changsheng looked at the string of stone beads on his wrist and said, "She could have said these words to me personally. ”

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Feng Guijun, the former guard of Xunyang City, was once worried about whether he could survive the attacks of the demons for a night and whether he could see the morning light of the next day.

It turned out that these worries were unfounded.

His team didn't survive the first wave of attacks, and just as night fell, they were broken through by the crazy demon soldiers.

The number of demon soldiers is simply too many.

After seeing the black tide in the field through the starlight, he and all the Terran soldiers let out a groan in their hearts.

Liang Hongxiang didn't moan, there was no fear on his face, he didn't scream or howl, and he didn't sing a heroic song, so he killed the black tide.

It has also been proven that the brave always receive good fortune.

The rescue arrived in time, and the cavalry personally led by General Peng Shihaishen successfully changed the entire battle situation and saved these soldiers who had been struggling for two days and two nights.

The steppe is full of fierce battles, most of which are fought on their own, and the fact that they can be rescued here is naturally related to the important people here.

Although it was sent by the imperial court to send him to death, the imperial court did not want to see Xunyang City guard so early, not to mention that there was Liang Hongjiao here.

The bonfire was rekindled, illuminating the meadow.

The demon soldiers have lost their minds, so they don't need to worry about being attacked.

The surviving sergeants gathered around the campfire, their bloodied faces expressionless.

More than a dozen white ceremonial robes fluttered on the meadow, looking like beautiful white flowers, attracting a lot of attention.

The teachers and students of the Thirteen Divisions searched for the surviving wounded, gave timely treatment with medicine, and occasionally saw the clear light brought by the Holy Light Technique.

Unfortunately, it is difficult to find too many wounded in such a terrible war, and the meadows are littered with the remains of Terran soldiers.

Until the end, no one found Liang Hong's makeup.

When the former Xunyang City Shou Feng Guijun was found, there was blood all over his body, and his expression was extremely confused, and he kept muttering something to himself in despair.

"Alas, alas...... Why bother, why bother......"

No one understood what he was trying to say, or why he was the way he was.

Bong Gyu-jun clearly remembers what happened just now.

Liang Hongxiang rushed towards the black tide composed of demon soldiers with an iron spear, and was soon annihilated.

He has been pampered for many years, and he is really scared, and he can't wait to turn around and run, but these days experience tells him that the current demon soldiers have become real beasts, and there is no reason to talk about it, if you don't kill the other party, you will always run after you.

And after all, he is the defender of Xunyang City.

It used to be the city guard of Xunyang.

Now a general.

He shouted, and with the soldiers around him, he killed the demon soldiers.

He basically forgot what happened next, he only remembered that he kept waving the blade, kept falling, and then got up, at first he could still feel the pain in his body, and then he couldn't even feel the pain, but he felt that the knife in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and his breathing was getting heavier and heavier.

Just when he was exhausted and wanted to fall asleep like this, he suddenly heard a voice from the night in the distance.

Reinforcements have arrived!

Spirited, he forced the last of his strength to rush towards the periphery, only to fall into despair behind the meadow.

Dozens of demon soldiers had just rushed here from the night, their herringbone mouths dripping with fishy saliva and their eyes blood-red.

Just when he thought that he and his soldiers were going to die, he suddenly saw a person among the demon soldiers.

Liang Hongxiang stood up, holding the iron gun, and staggered.

Bong Gyuqun wanted to shout at Liang Hongxiang to run, but he couldn't make a sound.

Liang Hongmakeup did not run.

He chose to blow himself up.

Youfu erupted at the same time, along with the true elements in one hundred and eight qi holes.

A silver firework illuminates the meadow.

The blazing and sacred starlight instantly tore through the bodies of those demon soldiers.

For the monk, this is the most tragic death, the most painful farewell.

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"Why bother, it's not just a death. ”

"I didn't say I wouldn't die, so why did I make myself hurt so much?"

Bong Gyu-jun sat on the grass in despair.

"General Feng?"

A woman in a white priestly robe walked up to him.

The hood obscured her face, making her voice a little elusive.

Bong Gyu-jun ignored her.

A black light flashed.

Bong Gyu-jun's palm was pierced by a small hairpin, leaving a delicate blood hole.

The right amount of pain finally brought him to his senses, but it didn't make him scream.

Still by the light of the stars, this time he didn't see the tide of demon soldiers, but saw an incomparably beautiful face, but he was equally shocked.

"Yes...... Are you?"

Bong Gyu-jun asked in a trembling voice, and the next moment he began to cry.

"You should come and save him. ”

The woman ignored him and said indifferently: "Congratulations, you now have two choices, you have been proven to be brave in battle, the sins you once committed have been redeemed, you can return to Xunyang City, of course, you can no longer be a city guard, but you can live as an ordinary person." ”

Bong Gyu-jun looked slightly confused and asked, "The second one is?"

The woman said, "You can stay and follow the army north after you have recovered from your wounds." ”

Bong Gyu-jun didn't speak for a long time.

In other words, anyone should know how to choose between these two options.

If it had been half an hour ago, he would have made a decision very easily.

Now, he finds it very difficult.

He knew that the other party would not deceive him, because that was something that the other party did not bother to do.

"I'll pick the second one. ”

His voice trembled slightly, visibly still terrified.

The woman was a little surprised and asked, "Why?"

Bong Gyu-jun raised his head, looked at her and asked seriously, "I heard that there is an opera in the old city of Xue?"

The woman nodded.

Bong Gyujun said: "I want to go there and hear what is the difference between the singing voice of the Luling Jin clan and Jushui Zhang." ”

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Bong Gyu-kyun was sent to the camp in the south to recuperate, along with the seriously wounded who had already been found.

After the injury is healed, they can choose to return to the team or choose to go home.

The teachers and students of the 13th Division of Qingyao stayed on the battlefield and continued to search for the wounded and treat the wounded soldiers.

At some moments, the faint scent of herbs even overshadowed the smell of blood and rancidity.

The most peaceful and tranquil things are the lights.

The treatment continued into the day.

No matter how many injuries they have, as long as they find them, they can basically be cured, and sometimes they are even close to miracles.

The fighting took a break.

The demon soldiers within a radius of more than 100 miles were killed.

The forward army was put in order, but the strange thing was that in addition to the red eagles heading to the camp, there were many red geese that landed in this meadow, and many fast horses arrived one after another in the afternoon.

A piece of news gradually spread among tens of thousands of soldiers.

Her Highness was on that meadow.

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Xu Yourong walked towards the front of the meadow.

Everywhere she went, the golden flames burned the corpses of the rotting demon soldiers into smoke.

has already discovered his identity, so naturally there is no need to hide it.

The breeze came slowly, blowing away the smoke, and the grassland returned to a clear place.

More than a dozen cavalrymen were waiting at the front.

The meadows on either side were full of kneeling soldiers, and the wounded struggled to their knees, their faces full of devotion and luck.

Being able to be treated by the Holy Maiden herself, how many lifetimes can it be cultivated?

The cavalry that came from all over the world represented many gods, including some of the big names in Kyoto.

They were all envoys, trying to persuade Xu Yourong to return to Beijing quickly.

The most important reason, of course, is because of safety.

Everyone knows that the Holy Maiden is the blood of the Heavenly Phoenix, a true genius of cultivation, although she is young, she is already half-step sacred.

But this is a battlefield full of death and carnage, and the absence of the Pope from her side always makes people feel a little uneasy.

Another important reason is that the Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation is not by her side.

The disciples of Nanxi Zhai were not in Nanda Camp at this time, but in the more distant and more important Zhongjun tent, responsible for protecting the commander of the Northern Expedition.

The cavalry knelt down one after another, begging the holy woman to return to Beijing as soon as possible.

Xu Yourong didn't even look at them, and took a letter from a female disciple of Nanxi Zhai.

The female disciple came day and night, and was so tired that she sat down on the ground and began to meditate, which can be imagined as a sign of great importance.

The letter came from the Chinese military account, but it did not come from the commander, and it had nothing to do with Kyoto, but it was written by Ye Xiaolian.

The Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation, which guarded the military tent in China, was now under her command, and for this reason she knew a lot of secret information.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some big people just want to accurately transmit information to Xu Yourong through her.

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Many big people, including those god generals, always knew that the Holy Maiden was on the battlefield.

In the tragic battle a few days ago, she took the teachers and students of the 13th Division of Qingyao to run around various battlefields, and she didn't know how many soldiers' lives were saved.

Why did these big people stand up today and beg her to return to Beijing in the name of safety?

The explanation given by Ye Xiaolian in the letter was that Xu Yourong saved too many wounded on the meadow today.

If you want to save so many seriously injured and dying people, you can't rely on the Holy Light Technique alone, and the Holy Maiden must have used that kind of medicine.

A few days ago, she must have used that kind of medicine, but the amount she used was not too much, and everyone could bear it.

Today, she used too much medicine, and everyone couldn't help it, so they wanted to ask her to leave.

In fact, everyone thinks that the power to distribute this medicine should not have been in her hands - the holy woman loves the world, and wants to save anyone who is injured at any cost, but if the medicine is used up on ordinary soldiers, what will happen if the god will be injured in the future? What if the prince is going to die?

It sounds cold, but this is a battlefield, this is a war, and there should be rules for the allocation of any resources.

There have been no wars in these years, and the palace has canceled the rule of monthly distribution of cinnabar dan, and you only need to perform a simple calculation to think about how much cinnabar dan has accumulated now.

The distribution power of Cinnabar Dan is in the hands of the palace, but the opinions of the front-line generals must always be consulted when implementing it.

If it was peacetime, the will of the big men represented by these cavalry together would not be able to shake her in the slightest. But now it was a time of war, the status of the army was getting higher and higher, and the intentions of the generals were justified from a certain point of view, and they also gave her enough respect.

So how would she respond?

Xu Yourong stretched out his hand and slowly took off his hat, revealing that perfect face.

The surrounding grasslands became quieter.

Only the girl of Nanxi Zhai who was standing nearby could see the tiredness between her eyebrows.

She looked at the cavalry.

The breeze blows the long grass in the field, making a wave-like sound.