(In the very beginning of the outline, Liang Hongjiao was killed by the ninth demon general, and when I wrote it later, I found that I liked him very much and respected him, including when I chased and killed Su Li, so I wanted him to leave more cleanly, so I changed it to the current way of writing martyrdom, and I will modify the previous sentence, which is indeed wrong, sorry.) Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info)

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Xu Yourong looked at the small porcelain vase in his hand and did not speak.

She still has some small porcelain vases like this, not in the sleeve, but in the tong bow.

Countless eyes fell on her hand, either fanatical or nervous or restless.

People guessed it. This small porcelain vase contains the legendary cinnabar dan.

It is also the most important reason why all the generals begged Xu Yourong to return to Beijing quickly.

"These pills belong to Chen Changsheng, and his is mine. ”

Xu Yourong looked at the kneeling cavalry and said, "I know that many of you are not convinced, but don't let me know, because it will make me unhappy." ”

The cavalrymen's bodies stiffened, as they understood the meaning in her calm tone.

Subtext is important information that doesn't need to be spoken to be heard.

She's talking back to the world.

If she is not happy, maybe there will be no more cinnabar pills in this world.

The cavalrymen saluted with the most respectful gesture and departed as fast as they could, carrying her edict to all parts of the steppe.

The Nanxizhai girl looked at her and stopped talking.

Why don't you go back?

Xu Yourong was physically and mentally strong, but even so, she was still a little tired.

But she won't leave.

Only here can she see the immediate changes on the battlefield, the most real situation.

At the same time, the people of Kyoto can see the real situation.

The situation is complicated, and this can be seen from the confirmation of the manager this time.

Xu Shiji, who was recommended by many people, closed his house after receiving her letter, saying that he was ill and insisted on resigning.

Peng Shihai and other generals of Chen Guansong's family occupy half of the country in the current Great Zhou military, but if they want to choose a commander from among them, they will inevitably be strongly opposed by the Western military system represented by Xue He, and it is difficult to get the recognition of the palace.

Candidates who are close to the state religion cannot get the support of the ministers of the DPRK and the Chen family.

People thought about it and finally set their sights on a place that had been forgotten by many people for a long time, the East Imperial Shogun Mansion.

Xu Shiji now seems to be the most acceptable candidate for many forces.

However, soon the Xu Mansion received a letter from the Holy Maiden Peak, and from then on, the door was closed, and Xu Shiji insisted on saying that he was ill.

People understand that this is the meaning of the saint, and naturally there is no way to force it.

The choice of manager was very unexpected.

When the imperial decree was passed on to the counties, many people had not even heard of the name.

The god general of Heming, the former commander of the Xuanjia cavalry, is very low-key, and can even be said to be unknown.

But his qualifications are old enough, he is Chen Guansong's junior brother, but he is not close to Peng Shihai and other generals of the Star Picking Academy, and in the battle of the National Religious Academy ten years ago, the Xuanjia heavy cavalry he led stopped outside the collapsed Moshan, and behaved extremely calmly and steadily, and was appreciated by His Majesty the Emperor and the Pope.

In other words, the most important reason why he can be a manager is that he is accepted by all parties and he is not a man of either side.

The problem is that this also means that he is not Chen Changsheng's person, nor is he the emperor's person's person.

No matter how calm and steady a person is, there may be other thoughts when he holds power.

In the tragic battlefield, while the blood is stimulated, it is often accompanied by ambition.

So Xu Yourong won't leave here.

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The shadow of death has finally left this grassland.

I don't know if it's the kind of medicine that stimulates potential and obliterates reason, or the mass death of low-level demons, which makes Snow Old City a little unbearable, in short, one day in early summer, the Terran army never saw those demon soldiers with red eyes and beast-like charges again.

On the way to retreat of the demon army, there were occasional sporadic battles, and it was obvious that those demon soldiers did not take that kind of medicine, although they were still a little stupid, but they would not dare to rush into the crossbow array like they did a few days ago, let alone not afraid of death.

The grassland was littered with blood of different colors, and when it dried up, it would turn into large chunks of color, which looked like a painting from a distance.

He Ming looked at the patterns on the grassland and remembered what the bishop had invited from the palace many years ago when he and Chen Guansong were studying a brief history of demon culture at the Star Picking Academy.

"The demon race is such a strange species, the low-level demons are no different from the beasts, but the high-level demons have unimaginable aesthetics, and the two classes are not completely isolated, there is a close connection and mutual influence, so in the paintings of the snow old town, there are often large color blocks that seem rude......"

If the princes and nobles in the old city of Snow could really drive the low-level demons like demon beasts, this war might become even more cruel. If the demon clan is still a slave of the demon clan now, then there is no chance of winning this war.

This is thanks to Emperor Taizong's wise decision-making back then.

Looking in the direction of Kyoto, the god Herming will have a similar affection for the Pope.

The beginning of the war was particularly brutal, far beyond the calculations that had been made before the war.

In a sense, this is the collision of the material accumulation of the human race and the demon race for thousands of years, as well as determination and will.

This collision ended up falling specifically on the two drugs.

The demon clan used the poison developed by the Immortal Sect, and in terms of quantity, the Snow Old City had actually been preparing for this war for many years.

On the human side, Pope Chen Changsheng tried every means to accumulate the cinnabar pill that he had accumulated for ten years and basically exhausted.

At this point, the war was in its second phase.

The Terran army continued to march north, following the direction of the rout of the demon army, breaking through two lines of defense in a row, so that the grassland was completely returned to the Terrans.

The temperature is getting higher and higher, the summer is coming, and it really comes to the middle of summer, but the grassland is open, and there are many gaps between the mountains that stretch for thousands of miles in front of it, and the wind passes through them, and the army is stationed here, but it will not feel very hot, and in the early morning, it will even feel a little cool.

Early one morning, a fast-moving red dot suddenly appeared in the gray sky, dragging out a red line, which should be a red eagle.

At the moment when the red eagle had just flown over the summit of the mountain, two alert sentinels spotted it and sounded the horn of warning.

A group of cavalry galloped out of the camp, not knowing whether it was to ensure the safety of the intelligence or to meet something.

The red eagle must have spotted the enemy on the other side of the mountain. Although it stands to reason that the majestic mountain dozens of miles away has already been checked many times, there should be no ambush, but after all, this is the territory of the demon race, and who knows what strange means the other party has.

The red eagle was still very fast, and did not feel tired, and flew not far from the steep cliff, but suddenly fell to the ground.

What's in that cliff?

Somewhere, a figure suddenly appeared in a pile of rocks, swept into the grassland like lightning, and came towards the Terran military camp.

It was a disciple of the Wanshou Pavilion who was known for his swiftness, serving as the most dangerous outpost.

When the Wanshou Pavilion disciple was still a few miles away from the military camp, he suddenly let out a muffled snort and fell heavily to the ground.

"Crossbow bolts!"

An angry and sharp shout sounded in the barracks, followed by the sound of strings, and hundreds of crossbow arrows with divine brilliance tore through the dim morning light and fell behind the Wanshou Pavilion disciple, covering the ground in a radius of dozens of zhang, leaving dense holes, and there was faint green smoke rising from them.

The Terran army is already very experienced, and those demon soldiers who are good at pursuing tend to sneak out of the ground.

Soon, the cavalry came to the disciples of Wanshou Pavilion.

The Wanshou Pavilion disciple's legs were covered in blood, and they were obviously broken.

But he didn't care, he just shouted sharply: "There are demons in the mountains! I can't tell the tribe I belong to, but there are a lot of them!"

The cavalrymen grabbed him on horseback and turned back to the barracks.

No one noticed that the three horsemen continued to gallop towards the mountain in the distance, not knowing what they were going to do.

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The mountain peaks in the early morning have not yet woken up, and the cliffs facing the Terran army are very dark.

The voice of the demon soldier suddenly sounded between the cliffs, but he couldn't see where it was.

Obviously, after many investigations, why haven't you found the whereabouts of these demons?

In the middle of the cliff wall hundreds of zhang high, there are dozens of very small caves, not to mention the demon soldiers, even the skinny human soldiers can't get into them.

When I first made an inventory, I thought these holes were bird holes, so I didn't care.

No one thought that the enemy was hiding in these bird holes.

Because the enemy is either a demon soldier or a bird.

They are a black-gray vulture.

Thousands of vultures, pouring out of these small holes, then flapping their wings and flying into the air.

It is clear that these vultures are trained, and may even be directly controlled, appearing to be extremely orderly, and even when they fly into the sky, the formation does not spread out.

The three cavalrymen were still some distance away from the mountain, and when they saw the movement in the sky, they were a little puzzled, thinking that even if these vultures were trained to attack targets on the ground, it would be too whimsical to want to inflict losses on the Terran camp with their sharp vulture claws.

At this moment, the first morning light passed through the cracks in the rocks in the mountains and fell on the grassland here.

The sudden light caused a vulture to panic, let go of its claws, and a black object fell.

There was a loud bang, and a fire broke out on the grass in front of the cliff.

Looking at this scene, the three cavalrymen glanced at each other, seeing the shock in each other's eyes, but they did not slow down, and accelerated their speed towards the mountain.