Tang Thirty-Six is on the front line.
Of course, he is not going to be a pioneer, because he does not have this ability, and no one will agree.
In this war, he played the role of the food and grass promotion, more precisely, Jin Yulu's deputy.
Although Chen Changsheng's trip to Baidi City did not fully realize the human race's ideas, it at least liberated Jin Yulu from the vegetable field.
The legendary Yaozu general will continue to play the important role he once played hundreds of years ago.
All the supplies, grain, grass, ordnance sent by the imperial court to the front line, the support from various states and counties, and the donations from various aristocratic businesses are all under his control.
His deputy position is also extremely important.
Logically speaking, Tang Thirty-Six's qualifications were not enough, at least it was difficult to convince the public, but no one dared to object to this appointment.
It wasn't because of Tang Sanshiliu's background, or because he was willing to give up his honor as a nobleman to take risks in the front line, but because the Tang family donated a sum of money.
Liang Wangsun donated half of his family property as military expenses, and the Wenshui Tang family also donated half of their family property.
It is also half of the family property, but only when they see it with their own eyes, people will understand what a terrible thing the Tang family has done.
Because half of the Tang family's property is a very scary figure.
The well-informed officials of the household department 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 foundation and abundant accumulation.
But this time the world knew that the Tang family was so rich.
The so-called wealth can rival a country is really not a lie.
Mrs. Tang is really very human.
The rich can be the enemy of the country, and it will often become the enemy of the whole country.
This is a law that is difficult to escape, and it is also the source of many tragedies.
After the details of this incident came out, many people wondered whether the Tang family didn't want to touch the court's taboo, so they used this method to reduce the court's hostility.
—Half of the family property is indeed a lot, and it hurts like a broken arm, but as long as the Tang family can preserve it, it is worth it.
This kind of deduction seems reasonable, but Chen Changsheng knew it was not true.
Breaking into Xuelao City and conquering the demons is the long-cherished wish of Mr. Tang, the only thing he has wanted to do for hundreds of years.
In this regard, he and Shang Xingzhou are natural allies, the most staunch 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, why would he care about wealth
If he hadn't considered future generations and the surviving of the family, he would have even thrown 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 cloud of smoke and dust in the field outside the city, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he smiled.
Tang Thirty-Six was riding a white horse, dressed in white clothes, with a Wenshui sword tied around his waist, very elegant and unrestrained.
He didn't say anything to Chen Changsheng, nor did he cherish it, because this battle must be won.
As Yanzhishanren said, the general trend has come.
The demon clan is gone.
Just like what Old Master Tang and Liang Wangsun did, the human race is willing to pay all prices and abandon their hatred just to win this war.
The human world has been waiting for this day.
For this war, the human race has 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, which generation of pope... everything they do is for today.
The undercurrent has been surging for countless days, and with the change of the current situation, it finally turned into a spring tide.
As the former overlord of the mainland, the Demon Race lingered on in the north, passing by without realizing it at all. Even if some sober and calm bigwigs realize this, such as the young Demon Lord, or Yanzhi Mountain Man, but they have too little time left, and the Demon Race is too chaotic.
Every time Chen Changsheng thought about the current situation of the demons, he was always a little puzzled while being thankful, and then remembered what Shang Xingzhou said in Luoyang.
Perhaps the man still realizes that he is human after all
Looking at the dusty dragons in the wilderness, feeling a very slight vibration, Chen Changsheng didn't care to think about that question any more.
Is the vibration a distant horseshoe, or your own heartbeat
He felt his heart beating faster for no reason.
Is it because this magnificent war is about to kick off
The demon race must be defeated, the human race must win, the general trend is set.
But we still have to work hard for it, real hard work, and real victory.
Thinking about how much blood and sacrifices the young men and women who are leaving Xunyang City will shed in the years to come...
As calm as he was, he couldn't help feeling a slight heat on his cheeks.
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Blood was everywhere in the valley in late spring.
After the low-level demon soldiers died, they became even uglier. The corpses in the weeds exuded a bad smell. The grassland was not too hot, but after a long time, it would inevitably rot.
At the very beginning, the human army would use array divisions to clean up the battlefield. After each battle, on the grassland, you can see the formation clearing light and the ensuing flames everywhere. Later, more and more demon soldiers died, and the battle became more and more tense. In order to save the magic power of the formation master, there was no such requirement anymore.
Temporary camps were set up on high places, but the so-called valleys were actually rolling meadows, not easy to defend and difficult to attack.
The twilight paints the distant fields and the nearby vehicles, the smoke from the kitchen is exhausted, the bonfire is gradually brightened, and there is a faint melancholy singing, but it attracts more scolding.
Liang Hongzhuang leaned on the wheel, squinting her eyes at the sunset falling to the ground, and the grass root in her mouth trembled slightly.
Of course he didn't wear the red dance dress, nor did he have heavy makeup, but he was already beautiful, especially those eyebrows that were as dark as ink and thin as hooks. I don't know how many eyes it attracted during the battlefield, and no one dared to discuss anything until now.
In the team, he had the highest realm strength, killed the most demon soldiers, and suffered the most injuries.
There was a deep gash under his ribs. Through the gap in the bandage, the bones could be seen and the putrid smell could be smelled.
A man crowded beside him and sat down, looking at the corpses of the lowly demons on the meadow, with a mocking expression on his face.
"It's been so many days, and I haven't seen a high-level demon clan. Could it be that the old demon lord killed them all?"
The person who spoke was Mr. Feng Gui. Some time ago, he had been guarding the city of Xunyang for decades, but now he became a general on the front line.
When he heard Liang Hongzhuang say those words to the Pope under the stage that night, he vaguely guessed his own ending.
It's just that he didn't expect that he would be with Liang Hongzhuang on the front line, and he didn't know whether it was the Pope's intention or the arrangement of the saint.
Liang Hongzhuang ignored him.
Feng Guijun sneered and said: "The imperial court asked me to come to die in return for half of your property in Prince Liang's mansion. What about you? Why didn't your elder brother come, but let you come to die?"
Yes, to come to this grassland is to die in a certain sense. Although the human race has an absolute advantage now, in so many battles that have taken place, the number of deaths of demon soldiers is twice that of human soldiers, but … People will still die after all, especially now that many people have noticed that the situation is a bit weird.
Feng Guijun's ridicule is more due to anxiety.
After the human army entered the grassland, they have encountered many demon armies, and many fierce battles have taken place.
Soon people discovered a very strange phenomenon.
Except for a very small number of officers, in these battles, no high-ranking demons could be seen at all.
Even the most powerful wolf rider of the demons could not see the slightest trace, as if he had disappeared.
Those who rushed towards the human army like a tide were all the lowest demon soldiers.
These low-level demon soldiers have slow intellectual development, so it can be said that they are stupid. Even if they have a huge power that surpasses that of ordinary humans, they can only be killed in front of the bows and crossbows of the human army and the formation masters. It shouldn't be that hard to deal with.
The problem is that the low-level demon soldiers encountered by the human army are not the same as before.
The current low-level demon soldiers have become braver, with violent temperaments and more cruel methods, and even have a feeling of fearlessness in death.
If these low-level demon soldiers were just mentally retarded before, now they seem to have lost consciousness and become pure killing tools.
Numerous low-level demon soldiers are not afraid of death and rush forward one after another, which will bring great pressure to the human army, whether it is combat or spiritual.
The army led by Feng Guijun has suffered a serious reduction in personnel, and I don't know how long it can last.
The same situation should also happen in the grasslands.
Liang Hongzhuang said: "It should be some kind of medicine that made these ugly guys lose their minds, and they will only come to die."
This is the speculation of many people, but they just don't understand why the demons' response methods are so extreme when the war has just begun.
You must know that those medicines must have extremely strong side effects, and those low-level demon soldiers even died from the moment they took the medicine.
Feng Guijun looked at the darkening dusk, and the worry in his eyes became more and more intense, and he murmured: "What exactly do the demons want to do?"
In a sense, he was indeed sent to die by the imperial court, in order to appease the old grievances of Liang Wangfu.
But after all, he has served as the guard of Xunyang city for decades, and now he is the general on the front line.
Liang Hongzhuang said: "The demons want to scare us off."
Feng Guijun was startled, and understood what he meant, with a wry smile on his face.
They are the vanguard at the forefront.
If the Mozu's strategy is true, they will suffer a steady stream of attacks.
Until the Chinese army account orders to retreat, or one side dies.
"You said we were all sent to die, so why be afraid."
Liang Hongzhuang said: "And even if we die now, we will still make money."
Since the start of the war, he has killed more than 30 demon soldiers, and Mr. Feng Gui and the soldiers he led have killed three times as many enemies as himself, which is indeed a profit.
Feng Guijun didn't say anything more.
Liang Hongzhuang spat out the grass roots in her mouth and began to sing a sad song.
Cursing sounded again from all around, but this time he didn't stop.
Liang Hongzhuang's singing was a little strange, very deep and distant, like a river flowing slowly on the grassland.
"After listening to your plays for so many years in Xunyang City, I always felt that your singing style was a bit weird, but I never asked you."
Feng Guijun asked: "What kind of school is your inheritance? Luling Jin's or Jushui Zhang?"
Liang Hongzhuang said: "It is said that it is the opera singing style in Xuelao City."
Feng Guijun was very surprised, pointing to the corpses of the demon soldiers in the weeds and said: "Do you understand these things?"
Liang Hongzhuang shook her head and said, "I don't know."
Suddenly, a warning and an emergency military order from Red Eagle came from the night sky.
The last few Terran armies have all been attacked by the enemy.
The enemy's main attack direction is in this meadow.
The grass vibrated slightly.
The twilight darkened and turned into night.
I don't know how many demon soldiers are rushing in the night.
Knowing that this battle will last all night, Mr. Feng Gui couldn't help but turn pale: "Can we still see the morning light tomorrow?"
Liang Hongzhuang stood up, looked at the night sky, and said, "The stars are beautiful today."