Tang Thirty-six went to the front. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Of course, he didn't go to be a pioneer, because he didn't have the ability, and no one would agree.

In this war, he played the role of a grain and grass lifter, more precisely, a deputy of Jin Yulu.

Chen Changsheng's trip to White Emperor City, although it did not fully achieve the idea of the human race, at least it liberated Jin Yulu from the vegetable field.

This legendary demon general will continue to play the same important role he once held hundreds of years ago.

All the baggage, grain, grass, ordnance of the imperial court to the front, the support from the states and counties, and the donations of the various merchant houses were all under his control.

His position as deputy is also extremely important.

It stands to reason that Tang Thirty-six's qualifications are not enough, at least it is difficult to convince the public, but no one dares to oppose this appointment.

Not because of Tang Thirty-six's identity background, not because he was willing to give up the honor of the son of the family to go to the front line to adventure, but because the Tang family donated a sum of money.

Liang Wangsun donated half of his family property for military expenses, and the Wenshui Tang family also donated half of his family property.

It is also half of the family property, but only when they see it with their own eyes can people understand what a terrible thing the Tang family has done.

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

The well-informed household officials were also shocked and speechless when they saw the account books brought in by more than a dozen horse-drawn carts.

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

But this time, the world knew that the Tang family was actually rich to this extent.

The so-called rich rival country is really not a lie.

Mrs. Tang is really very human.

If a rich country rivals a country, it often becomes the enemy of the whole country.

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

After the specific details of this matter came out, many people wondered if the Tang family didn't want to touch the taboo of the imperial court, so they would reduce the hostility of the imperial court in this way.

-- 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 be saved, then it is still worth it.

This speculation seems to be very reasonable, but Chen Changsheng knows that it is not true.

Breaking into the old city of snow and conquering the demons is the lifelong wish of Old Lady Tang, and it is the only thing he wants to do for hundreds of years.

In this regard, he and Shang Xingzhou are natural allies, the staunchest comrades-in-arms, and nothing can change his mind.

It can even be said that he lived to see today.

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

If it weren't for the descendants and the survival of the family, he would even throw the entire Wenshui Tang family into this war.

What would it be like to be the grandson of such an old man?

Chen Changsheng looked at the smoke and dust in the field outside the city, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and he laughed.

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

He didn't say anything to Chen Changsheng, nor did he cherish it, because this battle would be won.

Just like the people of Yanzhi Mountain said, the general trend has been achieved.

The demons are gone.

Just like Old Lady Tang and Liang Wangsun did, the human race is willing to pay any price and abandon hatred, just to win this war.

The human world has been waiting for this day.

For this war, the Terrans have been preparing for a long time.

In terms 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 or which generation of popes...... Everything they do, it's for today.

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

As the former overlord of the continent, the demon race survived in the north, and got by, and he didn't realize it at all. Even if some sober and calm big people realized this, such as the young demon lord and the Yanzhi Mountain people, there was too little time left for them, and the demon clan was too chaotic.

Whenever he thought of the current situation of the demon clan, Chen Changsheng was always a little puzzled while he was happy, and then remembered Shang Xingzhou's words in Luoyang.

Maybe the man still realizes that he is a human after all?

Looking at the Dao Dao Dust Dragon in the wilderness, feeling the slightest vibration, Chen Changsheng couldn't think about that question anymore.

Shake, is it the distant horse's hooves, or is it the beating of one's own heart?

He felt his heart beat faster for no reason.

Is it because the curtain is about to be lifted on this magnificent war?

The demons will be defeated, the human race will win, and the general trend has been decided.

But we still have to work hard for it, and we can really work hard to really win.

Thinking about the years to come, how much blood and sacrifice will the young men and women who are leaving Xunyang City at this time throw away and how many sacrifices they will make......

As calm as he was, he couldn't help but feel his cheeks heat slightly.

(Reminds me of Heaven and Dragon Slayer.) ）

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The valley in late spring was full of blood.

The low-level demon soldiers became even uglier after their deaths, the corpses in the weeds exuded evil breath, and the grassland was not too hot, but after a long time, it would inevitably rot.

In the beginning, the Terran army would also use formation divisions to clear the battlefield, and after each battle, the grassland could be seen everywhere with the formation clearing light and the ensuing flames. Later, more and more demon soldiers died, and the war became more and more tense, and in order to save the mana of the formation master, there was no longer a requirement for this.

Makeshift camps were set up on high ground, but the so-called valleys were actually rolling meadows, which were not easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Twilight paints the distant fields and the nearby cars, the smoke is gone, the bonfires are getting brighter, and the faint melancholy song is heard, but it attracts more scolding.

Liang Hongxiang leaned on the wheel, squinting at the sunset falling to the ground, and the grass roots in his mouth trembled slightly.

Of course, he didn't wear the red dance clothes, nor did he wear heavy makeup, but he was already beautiful, especially the pair of eyebrows as deep as ink, thin as a hook, charming and heroic, natural and romantic, I don't know how much attention he attracted when he first entered the battlefield, and no one dared to talk about anything until now.

In the team, his realm strength is the highest, he has killed the most demon soldiers, and he has suffered the most injuries.

He had a deep wound under his ribs, and through the gap in the bandage, he could see the white bones and smell the rancid stench.

A man squeezed beside him and sat down, looking at the corpses of those low-level demons on the meadow, with a sneering look on his face.

"It's been so many days, and I haven't seen a single high-level demon clan, have you let the old demon lord kill them all?"

The person who spoke was Bong Gyujun, some time ago he was still a Xunyang city guard for decades, but now he has become a general on the front line.

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

It's just that he didn't expect that he would be with Liang Hongxiang on the front line, and he didn't know if this was the Pope's intention or the arrangement of the Holy Maiden.

Liang Hongxiang ignored him.

Feng Guijun sneered and said: "The imperial court wants me to come to die, which is to repay half of the property of your Liang Wangfu, so what about you? Why didn't your brother come, but let you come to die?"

Yes, coming to this grassland is to send death in a sense, although now the Terrans have an absolute advantage, and in so many battles that have taken place, the number of deaths of the demon soldiers is twice as high as that of the Terran soldiers, but ...... People will still die after all, especially now that many people have noticed that the situation is a little weird.

Bong Gyu-jun's ridicule stems more from uneasiness.

After the Terran army entered the grassland, it had already encountered many demon armies, and many fierce battles had occurred.

Soon a strange phenomenon was discovered.

Except for a very small number of officers, in these battles, there was no high-level demon clan at all.

Even the most powerful wolf rider of the demon clan could not see the slightest trace, as if he had disappeared.

Those who poured towards the Terran army like a tide were the lowest-level demon soldiers.

These low-level demon soldiers, whose intellectual development is slow, can be said to be stupid, even if they have a huge strength that surpasses that of ordinary humans, they can only be killed in front of the bows, crossbows, ordnance, and formation masters of the human army, and it should not be difficult to deal with logically.

The problem is that the low-level demon soldiers encountered by the Terran army now are not the same as they used to be.

The current low-level demon soldiers have become more courageous, violent in temperament, more cruel in their methods, and even have a feeling of fearlessness to death.

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

Countless low-level demon soldiers are not afraid of death, and they are coming one after another, which will bring great pressure to the human army, whether it is in battle or mental.

The army led by Bong Gyujun has been severely attritional, and I don't know how long it can last.

The same situation should be happening in various parts of the grassland.

Liang Hongxiang said: "It should be some kind of drug that makes these ugly guys lose their minds and will only come to death." ”

This is a lot of people's speculation, but they don't understand why the war has just begun, and the demons' response methods are so extreme.

You must know that those drugs must have extremely strong side effects, and those low-level demon soldiers are even equivalent to death from the moment they take the medicine.

Bong Gyu-jun looked at the twilight that was getting thicker and thicker, and the melancholy in his eyes became more and more intense, and he muttered, "What do the demons want to do?"

In a sense, he was indeed sent to death by the imperial court, in order to appease the old grudges of the Liang Palace.

But after all, he has served as the city guard of Xunyang for decades, and now he is a general on the front line.

Liang Hongxiang said: "The demons want to scare us away. ”

Bong Gyujun was stunned, understood what he meant, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

They are the vanguard at the forefront.

If this is the case with the Demons' strategy, they will be able to withstand a steady stream of attacks.

Until the Chinese military tent orders a retreat, or one side dies.

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

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

Since the start of the war, he has killed more than thirty demon soldiers, and Feng Guijun and the soldiers led by him have also killed three times as many enemies as himself, and he has indeed earned.

Bong Gyu-jun didn't say anything more.

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

There was another shouting of scolding, but this time he didn't stop.

Liang Hongxiang's singing voice is a little strange, very deep and distant, like a river flowing slowly on the grassland.

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

Bong Gyujun asked, "What kind of genre inheritance are you?" Luling Jin Clan or Jushui Zhang?"

Liang Hongxiang said: "It is said to be the opera singing method in the old city of snow. ”

Bong Gyu-jun was surprised, pointed to the corpses of those demon soldiers in the weeds and said, "Do you understand these things?"

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

Suddenly there was a warning and emergency order from the Red Eagle in the night sky.

Several Terran armies have been attacked recently.

And the enemy's main direction of attack is in this meadow.

The grass shook slightly.

The twilight is deep and turns into night.

I don't know how many demon soldiers are pouring over in the night.

Bong Gyu-jun knew that this battle would definitely last all night, and his face couldn't help but turn pale: "Can we still see the morning light tomorrow?"

Liang Hongxiang stood up, looked at the night sky, and said, "The stars are beautiful today. ”