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Xu Yourong looked at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, but didn't speak.
She still has some small porcelain bottles like this, not in her sleeves, but in her bow.
Countless eyes fell on her hands, either fanatical or nervous or uneasy.
Everyone guessed it. This small porcelain bottle contains the legendary cinnabar pill.
It was 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 cavalrymen and said, "I know that many of you are dissatisfied, but don't let me know, because it will make me unhappy."
The bodies of those cavalry became extremely stiff, because they understood the meaning from her calm tone.
Subtext is important information that can be heard without being spoken.
She is speaking back to the world.
If she is not happy, maybe there will be no more cinnabar in this world.
The cavalry saluted with the most respectful attitude, and left as quickly as possible, spreading her edict to all parts of the grassland.
The Nanxizhai girl looked at her and hesitated to speak.
How about going back
Xu Yourong's body and spirit are very strong, even so, she is still a little tired.
But she won't leave.
Only here can she see the real-time changes on the battlefield, the most real situation.
At the same time, people in Kyoto can only see the most real situation.
The current situation is very complicated, which can already be seen from the determination of the coach candidate this time.
Xu Shiji, who was recommended by many people, closed his residence after receiving her letter, saying that he was ill and firmly resigned.
Peng Shihai and other generals of Chen Guansong's line occupy half of the country in the current Great Zhou army, but if they want to choose a coach from among them, they will inevitably encounter strong opposition from the Western Army system represented by Xue He, and it is very difficult. Get the approval of Li Palace.
Candidates who are close to the state religion cannot get the support of the ministers of the DPRK and China and the princes of the Chen family.
After much deliberation, people finally turned their attention to a place that has been forgotten by many people for a long time, the East Imperial General's 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 since then the gates have been closed, and Xu Shiji has resigned because of his illness.
People understand that this is the meaning of the saint, so naturally there is no way to force it.
The final selection of the coach was very unexpected.
When the imperial court's imperial decree was passed around the counties, many people had not even heard of that name.
General Heming, the former commander of the Xuanjia cavalry, is very low-key, and he can even be said to be unknown.
But his qualifications are old enough, he is Chen Guansong's younger brother, but he has no close relationship with Peng Shihai and other generals of the Zhaixing Academy, and in the battle of the Orthodox Academy ten years ago, the Xuanjia heavy cavalry he led stopped at Apart from the collapsed Moshan Mountain, his performance was extremely calm and stable, which was appreciated by His Majesty the Emperor and the Pope.
In other words, the most important reason why he can serve as the coach is that all parties can accept him, and he is not from any party.
The problem is that this also means that he is not from Chen Changsheng, nor from His Majesty the Emperor.
No matter how calm and stable a person is, he may have other thoughts when he holds power.
On a tragic battlefield, while blood is stimulated, ambition often grows along with it.
So Xu Yourong will not leave here.
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The shadow of death finally left this grassland.
I don’t know if it’s because of the disappearance of the medicine that stimulates potential and obliterates reason, or because of the large number of deaths of low-level demons, which made Xue Laocheng a little unbearable. In short, one day in early summer, the human army never saw those eyes again. The scarlet, beast-like demon soldiers charged.
During the retreat of the demon army, there were occasional sporadic battles. Obviously, those demon soldiers did not take that kind of medicine. Not even afraid of death.
Blood water of different colors is everywhere on the grassland. After the blood water dries up, it will turn into large pieces of color, which looks like a painting from a distance.
Looking at the patterns on the grassland, He Ming remembered what the bishop invited from the Li Palace said many years ago when Chen Guansong and Chen Guansong were studying a brief history of demon culture at the Academy of Reaching the Stars.
"The demons are such a strange species. The low-level demons are no different from beasts, but the high-level demons have unimaginable aesthetics, and the two classes are not completely isolated. There is a close connection and mutual Therefore, in the paintings of Xuelaocheng, there are often large blocks of color that seem to be rude... "
If the princes and nobles in Xuelao City can really drive the low-level demons like monsters, this war may become more cruel. If the demon clan is still the servant of the demon clan, then there is no chance of winning this war.
This is thanks to Emperor Taizong's wise decision back then.
Looking in the direction of Kyoto, He Mingshen will have similar emotions towards the Pope.
The beginning stage of this war was extremely tragic, far exceeding the deduction and calculation before the war.
In a sense, this is the collision of material accumulation, determination and will of the human race and the demon race for thousands of years.
The collision ultimately fell on two drugs specifically.
The demons used the poison developed by the Longevity Sect. Judging from the quantity, Xuelao City has actually been preparing for this war for many years.
As for the human race, the cinnabar pills that Pope Chen Changsheng had tried to accumulate for ten years were basically exhausted.
So far the war has reached its second stage.
The human army continued to advance northward, following the direction of the demon army's defeat, breaking through two lines of defense in a row, and letting the grasslands belong to the human race.
The temperature is getting higher and the summer is getting hotter. It is really midsummer, but the grassland is open, and there are many gaps in the mountains that stretch for thousands of miles in front. In the early morning, it may even feel a little chilly.
One morning, a fast-moving red dot suddenly appeared in the gray sky, drawing a red line, which should be a red eagle.
The moment the red eagle just flew over the top of the mountain, two alert sentries found out and blew the warning horn.
A group of cavalry galloped out of the camp, not knowing whether to ensure the safety of the information or to respond to something.
That red eagle should have spotted the enemy on the other side of the mountain. Although it is reasonable to say that the towering mountain tens of miles away has been checked many times, there should be no ambush, but this is the territory of the demons after all, who knows what strange methods the other party has.
The red eagle was still very fast, without feeling tired, it flew not far from the steep cliff, but suddenly fell to the ground.
What is in that cliff
A figure suddenly appeared in a pile of rocks somewhere, and rushed into the grassland like a bolt of lightning, heading towards the human army camp.
It was a disciple of the Wanshou Pavilion known for his swiftness, and he served as the most dangerous outpost.
When the Wanshou Pavilion disciple was several miles away from the barracks, he suddenly let out a muffled grunt and fell heavily to the ground.
"Crossbow arrows!"
Angry and sharp shouts resounded in the barracks, followed by the sound of strings. Hundreds of crossbow arrows with sacred brilliance tore through the dim morning light and landed behind the Wanshou Pavilion disciple, covering the area with a radius of tens of feet. On the ground, densely packed holes were left, and green smoke was faintly rising from inside.
The human army is already very experienced, and those demon soldiers who are good at chasing will often sneak out of the ground.
Soon, the team of cavalry arrived in front of the disciples of the Wanshou Pavilion.
The leg of the disciple of Wanshou Pavilion was covered with blood, and it was obviously broken.
But he didn't care, and just shouted sharply: "There are demons in the mountains! I can't tell which tribe they belong to, but there are a lot of them!"
The cavalry grabbed him on horseback and turned back to the barracks.
No one noticed that the three cavalry continued to gallop towards the distant mountain, not knowing what they were going to do.
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The mountain hadn't woken up in the early morning, and the cliff facing the human army was very dark.
The voice of a demon soldier suddenly sounded from the cliff, but he couldn't see where it was.
Obviously after many investigations, why can't the whereabouts of these demons be found
In the middle of the hundreds of feet high cliff, there are dozens of small caves, not to mention demon soldiers, even skinny human soldiers can't get in.
At the beginning of the investigation, 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 and gray vulture bird.
Thousands of vultures rushed out of these small holes, and then flew into the air with flapping wings.
It was obvious that these vultures had been trained, and they might even be directly controlled. They appeared extremely orderly, and even when they flew into the sky, the formation did not disperse.
The three cavalrymen were still some distance away from the mountain. Seeing the movement in the sky, they were a little puzzled. They thought that even though these vultures were trained to attack targets on the ground, they wanted to use their sharp eagle claws to attack the human race. It is too whimsical to bring losses to the battalion.
At this moment, the first morning light passed through the cracks in the rocks and fell on the grassland here.
The sudden light made a vulture flustered, let go of its claws, and a black thing fell down.
With a loud bang, a fire ignited 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 sped up towards the mountain.