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"Father, please think again!"

The uncle of the Tang family was also in the grain transportation team, holding on to Mrs. Tang's arm and persuading each other.

For a grain convoy of this size, passing through Nuorilang Peak overnight and going to Xingxing Gorge, from a military point of view, it is indeed a bit risky.

Old lady Tang was a little displeased when she heard this, and she was persuaded for a while before turning the corner.

He looked at the field and the mountain range in front of him, as if he had seen the old snowy city thousands of miles away, and his old tears were full of tears.

"That's right, I've been waiting for a thousand years, so why rush this day?"

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The longer you wait, the more you can't wait, but if it really lasts for thousands of years, then people's patience will always become better.

The Terran army seems to be very patient now, whether it is the sudden retreat of the demon army or the inexplicable attack of the hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors, it has not been able to shake the battle line of the Terran army in the slightest, and it seems that there is no intention of launching an attack on the Snow Old City.

"Seeing Gao Huan die, I suddenly thought that I would also die, so I should be more secure. ”

Old Lady Tang looked at the snow old city in the distance and said, "I must see the picture of the broken city with my own eyes, and I will not allow any accidents." ”

Chen Changsheng said: "There are many people who want to see that picture with their own eyes. ”

Old Lady Tang took the hot tea and nodded to Xu Yourong.

The saint personally brewed tea, looking at the world, probably only Mrs. Tang has such treatment.

Xu Yourong knew that Chen Changsheng was going to say something to Old Lady Tang that was inconvenient to hear, so he smiled slightly and walked out of the tent.

It was very quiet in the tent, and it lasted for a long time, until the hot tea in the cup gradually disappeared.

"Tang Thirty-six is not sick, he was poisoned. ”

Chen Changsheng looked into Old Lady Tang's eyes and said.

"The Pope's eyes are like torches, naturally he will not be mistaken, the poison will not have a big effect, but it will make him have a high fever. ”

Old Lady Tang didn't mean to hide it at all, admitted the truth very indifferently, and said, "The Tang family needs him to live." ”

The reason why he admitted it was because Chen Changsheng had already guessed the truth of the matter, and if he didn't expose it at that time, it meant that he would never expose it.

Old Lady Tang left the tent and walked towards the hill in the distance.

Xu Yourong returned to the tent.

She didn't ask that day, and she won't ask today, but Chen Changsheng felt that he should say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

"Everybody is selfish, especially when he's selfless. ”

Xu Yourong used such a warm and ambiguous sentence to make a conclusion about this matter.

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The demon clan in the snow old city should have known the fate of the lone army led by Gao Huan, and soon began to shrink the battle line, the demon wolf rode under the cover of the attendant army, and disengaged from the human race's Xuanjia heavy cavalry and returned to the city, a small part of the more than 200,000 tribal warriors were accepted into the city, and most of them stayed outside.

The chaos gradually subsided, the Terran army did not pursue, and the sudden decisive battle could already see the end, the tribal warriors stood between the closed city gates and the Terran army waiting for them, their eyes full of helplessness, and the atmosphere of despair permeated the chaotic tents.

The morale of the demon army is already very low, but the so-called trapped beasts are still fighting, and the human race can wait for a while, I believe that with time, the situation will get better, especially these tribal warriors outside the city, and it is even possible to retreat without a fight.

I don't know why, after getting a piece of information sent by the Red Eagle, the Heming God thought about the time of a meal, and issued a military order to continue to strengthen the attack, the Middle Route Army launched a sweep of those tribal warriors all over the mountains, and the Eastern Route Army and the Western Route Army were asked to get closer as soon as possible.

Many generals and ordinary soldiers did not understand this military order, but they carried it out very resolutely, because before the military order was issued, General Heming went to the camp where Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were located, and got their support, and the merchant boat on the hill had been silent.

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Everyone has their own memory, hundreds of thousands of people have hundreds of thousands of memories, and the memory of the same thing may be similar in general outline, but there are often many deviations in the details. Guan Feibai always thought that it was a day in mid-September, and he was lying in a tent to be treated by a palace priest, and then he heard the sound of the city gate being broken dozens of miles away, and when he opened the curtain, he saw that the leaves of the tree in front of the hillside were red as if blood. Cabbage insisted that it was one day in early September, and those wild trees outside the old city of Xue still had their last cyan, and the reason why Guan Feibai saw that those leaves were red was because he had killed too many demons and had already killed red eyes.

Ignoring these specific memory discrepancies, it was one day when autumn was getting stronger, and the Terran army launched a final assault on the Snow Old City.

The last of the holy light crossbows shot towards the old city like a torrential rain.

A wolf rider who was about to go out of the city to meet the tribesmen's warriors unfortunately crashed into this rain of arrows, suffering heavy casualties.

The trebuchet moved to the field in front of the old snow city like a giant, and the demons in the city seemed to see the ancestral spirit of the huge Guai family, and their faces turned pale.

Mountains of stones, mixed with gunpowder, roared through the air, arcing extremely high, and falling into the city with difficulty, bringing a muffled sound. More stones fell directly on the walls of the old city, and instead of causing direct damage, they scattered into a rain of stones and fell to the ground, breaking the heads of the tribal warriors and bleeding from them.

At the most intense moment of the battle, suddenly two demon clan troops came from the northwest to kill - the demon clan Pingbei camp has been wandering the grassland since it left the green state, and it turned out that it was just a cover. The real reinforcements of the demon clan were actually to detour through the grasslands of the old Xiuling clan, pass through the layers of mountains in the west, and quietly approach the old city of Snow under the cover of the Western Route Army, just to send a fatal blow to the demon clan at the most critical moment.

When the demon army encountered a strong enemy again, its will finally collapsed, and more and more tribes broke up and fled in all directions.

The setting sun dyed the entire grassland red, and in order to turn the tide, the demon marshal ventured into the camp of the Terran army, trying to kill important people like Chen Changsheng to change the situation on the battlefield, or to temporarily slow down the defeat of the demon race.

There is a swamp in the south of the city, the thick fog wind cannot be blown away, and the red twilight cannot penetrate it, Wang Po has been waiting for the demon commander here for many days.

When the demon marshal sneaked in front of the camp with hundreds of wolf riders and suicidal charges among the blood and corpses on the ground, Wang Po drew his sword.

The bright light of the sword tore through the dense fog above the swamp and illuminated the entire heavens and the earth.

Wang Po did not sneak attack, and he was very open-minded.

The demon marshal looked at the big camp in front of him, and his eyes showed regret.

The Terran army was forcibly advancing towards the Snow Old City, and the position of the large camp had also moved forward for dozens of miles.

The figures of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong are already clearly visible.

"Ahh

The demon marshal let out an angry and unwilling roar.

The corpses of the surrounding Terran soldiers and demon soldiers burst one after another, and a rain of blood fell.

Blood flowed from the armor, staining the patina of damp green with bright gems that exuded a cold, insane tone.

He turned, took out the exaggerated broadsword from behind him, and greeted the bright light.

There was a cracking sound, and a crack about several miles long appeared in the field, and there was a hidden spring in the middle of it, and there was also fire slurry.

The demon marshal shook twice, and quickly regained his stability.

His diminutive stature was incomparably tall in the eyes of all.

He took his long knife and rushed towards the swamp.

The earth shook, the cold wind broke inch, and the fog was cut open.

Two of the most powerful knives in the world meet again.

The terrifying sword intent stirred up the thick fog like a tornado, and it was quickly blown away.

Hundreds of thousands of people in the field saw the picture in the swamp clearly.

The black swamp was extremely wet and soft, and the two figures were moving at high speed, and it was impossible to see clearly.

From time to time, two sword lights illuminated the heavens and the earth, shaking the black mud into the sky.

Gradually, many truths that had been hidden by the swamp for countless years appeared, including a lot of bones, treasure chests containing gold coins, and many secret rooms.

These may have been forgotten histories, which may have become the past of the stories in the book, were directly chopped to pieces by these two powerful knives.

Before absolute power, anything becomes meaningless.

With a loud bang, Wang Po's iron knife collided head-on with Demon Shuai's big knife.

All the water in the swamp was shaken into the air, turning into muddy rain, and the wet and soft black mud was also lifted away, falling on the ground in a radius of dozens of miles, whether it was a demon soldier or a human soldier, they were all drenched all over their faces, and they became fishy and smelly.

A ravine more than ten miles long appeared in the grassland.

Wang Po stood at the end of the ravine, half of his body buried in the ground.

His face was pale, two streaks of blood flowed from the corners of his lips, and the hand holding the iron knife trembled slightly, adding another gap to the blade.

The demon marshal was no better, drew a straight white line in the air, and slammed into the gate of the Snow Old City.

All the demon soldiers on the city wall heard the loud noise and felt the vibration coming from the city wall.

The demon marshal spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the blood was slightly cleared, and he was about to fly back to the city wall, when a shadow suddenly fell on his face.

The shadow came from a giant kite.

Under the slanting sun, the kite seemed to be burning.

It fits perfectly with the scene in the painting hanging under the kite.

In addition to the painting called Burning Garanji Temple, there is also a person tied to the kite.

The wind blew the white paper, and it rattled.

Xiao Zhang jumped towards the city gate, holding the frost remnant spear in his hand, babbling strangely from his mouth.