The war has entered the third stage, which is also the cruelest stage. The distance between the two sides is getting closer, the battles are becoming more frequent, and the number of casualties is increasing. Strategy and tactics can play an increasingly important role in this stage. Small, will and materials have become the most important support, it just depends on who can't support it first.
There is a cliff mountain on the grassland more than a thousand miles away from Xuelaocheng, and there are many hot springs in the mountain.
Kyoto is very hot, but the weather here is a bit cool. The mist from the spring water permeates the mountains, which looks a little nice.
Sitting in the hot spring, Chen Changsheng gazed through the hot fog, the surrounding veils, and the flags of the Orthodox cavalry in the distance, and landed on the passage leading to the valley.
Many years ago, he was going to leave through that passage, but in the end he turned back and saw Su Li who had passed out.
Yes, this was the hot spring back then, but at that time, it was covered with snow all around, but now his eyes were constantly blue, which made him feel a little strange.
"Your Majesty, it's time."
Anhua squatted by the hot spring and said, his voice was soft and soft, as if he was afraid of startling him.
Chen Changsheng came to his senses, stood up from the hot spring, and she wrapped a huge towel around his body, and wiped it carefully.
Looking at his expression, An Hua felt a little comforted, thinking that the hot springs are still useful, so he helped him out of the hot springs, and went to the pavilion in front of him to rest for a while.
The pavilion in Shishanli and some buildings were newly built a few days ago.
During the war, Chen Changsheng was not used to such extravagant ostentation, thinking that it would make many ordinary soldiers angry.
Unexpectedly, the soldiers who passed by and saw this scene on the grassland did not have any dissatisfaction. Instead, they took it for granted and even felt very proud.
Chen Changsheng thought for a long time but couldn't figure out why.
He sat in the pavilion and looked into the distance.
In the far field, many soldiers were heading towards Xuelao City.
From such a distance, he seemed to be able to hear the voice of Long Xiang's horse, um, it seemed that it really came from Banya Racecourse.
The soldiers knew that the Pope was in this rocky mountain, but they wondered if they could see the pavilion.
The news had already been spread on the front line. When passing this rocky mountain, the cavalry would dismount and walk on the reins if it was not an urgent military situation. There are also many soldiers who will ignore the military order, run out of the team, kneel and kowtow in the direction of the stone mountain, and then return to the team contentedly, even if they are punished by their superiors.
Chen Changsheng had seen this scene many times.
He couldn't understand why these ordinary soldiers would be proud of him, but since they wanted to see him, he was willing to let them see him.
So these days, he would often sit under the pavilion, even though Anhua, Ling Haizhiwang and others objected.
The cool wind entered the rocky mountain from the field, and before it could be warmed by the hot mist of the hot spring, it fell on Chen Changsheng's face.
The hot body that had been soaked in the hot spring gradually cooled down, and the rosiness on his face gradually faded, turning back to pale, very thin and haggard.
The cold wind picked up again, and the white crane fell down.
Then it flew to the pavilion, stood on one leg, and squinted its eyes so that the soldiers in the distant field could see better.
Xu Yourong walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the steaming pot-like springs below, and said, "If this continues, you will die before the city is destroyed."
She didn't turn around to look at Chen Changsheng, and there was no expression on her face, as if she was just talking casually and didn't really care.
It might also be because she had said it many times, but she didn't get any response from Chen Changsheng.
After arriving at the front line, Chen Changsheng had already refined two bottles of cinnabar pills in advance.
What this means, no one knows.
Of course he himself knew it best, but seeing so many young faces contorted in the fear of death and hearing so many cries, he couldn't help it.
And he was hurt.
This is the front line. Although he is the pope and has been heavily protected, he is also the target of the demons.
The most dangerous time was when the second demon general led a group of strong demons, and he was also seriously injured in that time.
When he came to this grassland in midsummer, Xuelao City was already faintly visible. It is already the beginning of autumn, and it is said that the Vanguard Army has been able to see the walls of Xuelao City clearly, and the North Third Battalion can even see the faces of the soldiers defending the city clearly, but... After all, no one can really reach Xuelao City.
The closer they were to Xuelao City, the stronger the Demon Race's low-resistance will, and the more fearless they were about death. Many soldiers even felt that this was an impossible mission.
Obviously, as long as there is some more pressure, the demon king in Xuelao City and the hundreds of thousands of tribal fighters who came from all over the city outside the city may not be able to hold on.
But at this time, many people in the human army could no longer hold on.
That night, some soldiers who couldn't hold on were forced to retreat southward, most of whom were seriously injured.
Ye Xiaolian took several disciples, the teacher of Qingyao Thirteenth Division and three priests from the palace, and escorted one person back to the south at the same time.
Who is that person who can make her leave the most important tent of the Chinese army and put on such a big display
The King Xiang, who was seriously injured and deprived of military power, is still insisting on the front line. Why is that person so important
No one knows what Ye Xiaolian is thinking, but to the priests of the Li Palace and the teachers of the Thirteen Divisions of Qingyao, this person is of course countless times more important than the King of Xiang.
Because he is a friend of the Pope.
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Chen Changsheng is not good at words, and his way of thinking is too simple. Using someone's words, it is easy for people to have nothing to say.
But from Xining Town to Kyoto, he still made some friends.
But when it comes to his friends, many people's first reaction must be Tang Sanshiliu.
Tang Sanshiliu's cheeks were already sunken, but they were bright red, like cooked prawns, and his eyes were extremely bright, which made people panic.
Sitting beside the stretcher, Chen Changsheng said to him, "At that time, I thought it was inappropriate for you to buy that restaurant."
Tang Thirty-Six said weakly: "What's wrong?"
Chen Changsheng said: "If you eat too many blue lobsters, you will be punished. Look at you now."
Obviously, although Tang Thirty-Six has been seriously ill these days, he still looks pretty in the mirror, so he was able to quickly understand Chen Changsheng's joke.
After understanding the joke, he naturally wanted to laugh. Tang Sanshiliu coughed while laughing, making it very uncomfortable to watch.
Ye Xiaolian put the chilled towel on his forehead, turned around and gave Chen Changsheng a hard look.
After staring at her, she wanted to understand what she had done, she couldn't help but panicked, pleading guilty again and again.
Chen Changsheng naturally didn't care about her, and said, "Yourong is next door, you go and see her."
Ye Xiaolian replied softly, but her mood became more nervous, thinking how should she explain to the saint
After Ye Xiaolian left, Tang Thirty-Six looked into Chen Changsheng's eyes and said, "What's wrong with me?"
Chen Changsheng said: "The mental exhaustion is too serious, and the wind and cold enter the internal organs, which is very serious."
Tang Thirty-Six's eyes were like will-o'-the-wisps, and he said, "I think there's something wrong with this disease."
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