Gou Hanshi was silent for a while, then said, "I know who he is."
Liang Hongzhuang is the younger brother of Liang Wangsun, and there is another secret relationship between him and Lishan Sword Sect—he is the clan of Liang Banhu and Liang Xiaoxiao.
The two remained silent, and the stone room was very quiet.
As they discussed earlier, this time there may be unexpected losses, some people who in their eyes should not have died so early... died.
Liang Hongzhuang is such a person, he is an important person in Prince Liang's residence, and he is even a master of the Star Gathering Realm.
It hadn't been many days since the war started. According to the past rules, it was far from the tragic stage, and he died like this.
Chen Changsheng and Liang Hongzhuang had met three times and had spoken dozens of words. They were not familiar, but they were acquaintances after all.
He also knew many people on the battlefield, Tang Thirty-Six, King Ling Hai, teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy, such as Chu Wenbin, and her.
But Gou Hanshi also has a lot of acquaintances, Guan Feibai, Liang Banhu, Bai Cai, the uncle of Jiantang, and Tiannan's comrades.
"Sorry, you shouldn't be the one to persuade me." Chen Changsheng said to Gou Hanshi.
Gou Hanshi said: "You should have guessed, these words are for me to tell you."
Chen Changsheng looked at the string of stone beads on his wrist and said, "She could have said these words to me herself."
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The former guard of Xunyang City, Feng Guijun, once worried about whether he could survive the continuous night attack of the demons and whether he could see the morning light of the next day.
Facts have proved that his worries are unnecessary.
His team failed to survive the first wave of attacks, and just as night fell, those crazy demon soldiers broke through the defense.
There are too many Mozu soldiers.
After seeing the black tide on the field through starlight, he and all the human soldiers groaned in their hearts.
Liang Hongzhuang didn't groan, didn't show any fear on her face, didn't scream loudly or loudly, and didn't sing a song of Zhuang Xing, just killed towards the black tide.
It is also proved that brave people will always receive good blessings.
Rescue arrived in time, and the cavalry led by General Peng Shihaishen successfully changed the whole situation of the battle and rescued the soldiers who had steadfastly held on for two days and two nights.
There are fierce battles everywhere on the grassland, and most of the cases are fighting on their own. The rescue here is naturally related to the presence of important people here.
Although it was sent by the imperial court to send him to death, the imperial court was unwilling to see Xunyang City guarding his death so early, let alone Liang Hongzhuang here.
The bonfire was rekindled, illuminating the meadow.
The Mozu soldiers have lost their minds, so there is no need to worry about being attacked.
The surviving sergeants gathered around the bonfire with no expression on their bloody faces.
More than ten white sacrificial clothes fluttered on the meadow, looking like beautiful white flowers, attracting a lot of attention.
The teachers and students of the Thirteenth Division of Qingyao searched for the surviving wounded, provided timely treatment with medicine, and occasionally saw the clear light brought by the holy light technique.
It is a pity that in such a tragic war, it is difficult to find too many wounded, and the remains of human soldiers are everywhere on the meadow.
Until the end, no one found Liang Hongzhuang.
When the former Xunyang City Guard Feng Guijun was found, his body was covered in blood, his expression was extremely bewildered, and he kept talking to himself in a daze.
"Oh, oh... why bother, why..."
No one understood what he was trying to say, and no one knew why he became like this.
Feng Guijun clearly remembered what happened just now.
Liang Hongzhuang rushed towards the black tide formed by demon soldiers with an iron gun in hand, and was quickly obliterated.
He who has been pampered and pampered for many years is really scared, and he can't wait to turn around and run away, but these days of experience tell him that the current demon soldiers have become real beasts, and there is no reason to talk about them. If they don't kill them all, they will die. I have been chasing you.
And he is the city guard of Xunyang after all.
It used to be the city guard of Xunyang.
Now a general.
With a loud cry, he led the surrounding soldiers and killed the demon soldiers.
He basically forgot what happened next, only remembering that he kept swinging the blade, fell down and got up, and at first he could still feel the pain from his body, but later he couldn't even feel the pain, he just felt The knife in his hand became heavier and heavier, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.
Just when he was so exhausted that he wished he could ignore everything and fall asleep like this, he suddenly heard a voice from the distant night.
Reinforcements have arrived!
He lifted his spirits and forced out his last strength to rush towards the periphery, but fell into despair behind the meadow.
Dozens of Mozu soldiers had just rushed here from the night, with stinky saliva dripping from their herringbone mouths, and their eyes were bloodshot.
Just when he thought that he and his bodyguards would surely die, he suddenly saw a man among the demon soldiers.
Liang Hongzhuang stood up, leaning on the iron gun, precariously on the verge of falling.
Feng Guiqun wanted to tell Liang Hongzhuang to run quickly, but he couldn't make a sound.
Liang Hongzhuang didn't run away.
He chose to blew himself up.
The Youfu, together with the true essence in the 108 air apertures, erupted at the same time.
A silvery firework lit up the meadow.
The fiery and holy Xinghui tore apart the bodies of those demon soldiers in an instant.
For ascetics, this is the most tragic way of death and the most painful farewell.
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"Why bother, isn't it just a death."
"I didn't say I didn't want to die, so why make myself so painful?"
Feng Guijun sat on the grass in a daze.
"General Feng?"
A woman in a white sacrificial gown walked up to him.
The veil hid her face, making her voice somewhat elusive.
Feng Guijun ignored her.
A black light flashed.
Feng Guijun's palm was pierced by a small hairpin, leaving a delicate blood hole.
The right amount of pain finally woke him up, but it didn't make him scream out.
Still using the starlight, this time he didn't see the tide of demon soldiers, but saw an incomparably beautiful face, which shocked him equally.
"Is it... you?"
Feng Guijun asked in a trembling voice, and burst into tears the next moment.
"You should come and save him."
The woman ignored him, and said calmly: "Congratulations, you have two choices now, you have been proven to be brave in combat, the sins you have committed have been redeemed, you can return to Xunyang City, of course I can no longer be a city guard, but I can live as an ordinary citizen."
Feng Guijun looked slightly bewildered, and asked: "The second one?"
The woman said: "You can stay and follow the army to continue marching north after recovering from your injuries."
Feng Guijun did not speak for a long time.
Anyone should know how to choose between these two options.
If it was 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 the other party disdain to do.
"I choose the second."
His voice trembled slightly, obviously still frightened and uneasy.
The woman was a little surprised and asked, "Why?"
Feng Guijun raised his head, looked at her and asked seriously: "I heard that there is an opera in Xuelao City?"
The woman nodded.
Feng Guijun said: "I want to go there to hear how it is different from Luling Jin's and Jushuizhang's singing."
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Feng Kyuqun, together with the severely wounded who had been discovered, was sent to the camp in the south for treatment.
After recovering from their injuries, they can choose to return to the team or go home.
The teachers and students of Qingyao Thirteenth Division stayed on the battlefield, continued to search for the wounded, and treated the soldiers.
In some moments, the faint scent of herbs even covered up the smell of blood and rancidity.
The most peaceful and peaceful thing is those holy lights.
The rescue work continued into the daytime.
No matter how severe the injury is, as long as they find it, it can basically be cured, and sometimes it is almost a miracle.
The war took a break.
The demon soldiers with a radius of more than a hundred miles were killed.
The forward army rectified on the spot, but the strange thing was that besides the red hawks going to the camp, there were also many red geese who landed in this meadow, and many fast horses arrived one after another in the afternoon.
A message gradually spread among tens of thousands of soldiers.
Her Royal Highness is on that meadow.
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Xu Yourong walked towards the front of the meadow.
Wherever she passed, the golden flames burned the corpses of those rotten demon soldiers into blue smoke.
The identity has been discovered, so there is no need to cover it up.
The breeze came slowly, blowing away the smoke, and the grassland returned to a clear sky.
More than ten cavalrymen were waiting in front.
The meadows on both sides were full of soldiers kneeling, and the wounded also struggled to kneel down, their faces full of piety and luck.
Being able to receive the treatment from the Holy Maiden herself, is this a blessing that can only be cultivated in several lifetimes
Those cavalry who came from all over represented the meaning of many gods and generals, and some of them also meant some big figures 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 saint is of the blood of Tianfeng, a true genius in cultivating the Tao. Although she is young, she is already half-sacred.
But this is a battlefield full of death and killing, and the pope is not by her side, which always makes people feel a little uneasy.
Another important reason is that the Nanxizhai Sword Formation is not by her side.
The disciples of Nanxizhai were not in the South Camp at this time, but in the more distant and most important camp of the Central Army, responsible for protecting the commander of the Northern Expedition.
Those cavalrymen knelt down one after another, begging the saint to return to Beijing as soon as possible.
Without even looking at them, Xu Yourong took a letter from a female disciple of Nanxizhai.
The female disciple came day and night and was extremely exhausted. She sat down on the ground and began to meditate. It is conceivable that this letter is very important.
This letter came from the account of the Chinese army, but it was not from the commander in chief, and it had nothing to do with Kyoto. It was written by Ye Xiaolian.
She is now in charge of the Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation guarding the central army tent, because of this reason she knows a lot of secret information.
Of course, it can't be ruled out that some big shots want to pass information to Xu Yourong accurately through her.
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Many big figures, including those generals, have always known that the saint is on the battlefield.
During the fierce battles a few days ago, she led the teachers and students of Qingyao Thirteenth Division to various battlefields, saving the lives of countless soldiers.
Why did these big shots not point out those days, but today they stood up and begged 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 people on the meadow today.
To save so many seriously injured and dying people, it is impossible to rely solely on the holy light technique, the saint must have used that kind of medicine.
A few days ago, she must have also used that kind of medicine, but the amount she used was not too much, and everyone could bear it.
Today, she took too much medicine, and everyone couldn't bear it anymore, so they wanted to ask her to leave.
In fact, everyone thinks that the power to distribute the medicine should not have been in her hands—the saint loves the world, and she wants to save anyone who is injured at any cost, but if the medicine is used up on ordinary soldiers, the future What if the god general is injured? What if the prince is about to die
This sounds cruel, but this is a battlefield, this is a war, and there should be rules in the allocation of any resources.
There have been no wars in these years, and the rule of distributing cinnabar pills on a monthly basis has been abolished in the Li Palace. You only need to perform simple calculations to figure out how many cinnabar pills you have accumulated so far.
Zhu Shadan's distribution power is in the hands of Li Gong, but the opinions of the frontline generals must always be consulted when implementing it.
If it was a time of peace, the combined will of the big men represented by these cavalry would not be able to shake her in the slightest. But now is the time of war, the status of the army is getting higher and higher, and the intentions of the generals are reasonable from a certain point of view, and they also give her enough respect.
So how would she respond
Xu Yourong reached out and slowly took off the hood, revealing that perfect face.
The surrounding grasslands became quieter.
Only the girl from Nanxizhai who was standing nearby could see the tiredness between her brows and eyes.
She looked at the horsemen.
The wind blows the long grass in the field, making a sound like waves.