The first snow this year came much earlier than usual.
According to the records of the military department, this is even the earliest snowfall in Snow Old City in the past three hundred years.
The snow doesn't mean the weather is going to turn cold anytime soon, but it at least points to a trend.
What's even more frightening is that for both sides who are exhausted to the extreme, this kind of psychological suggestion may directly change the entire battle situation.
Ushering in the severe cold of Xuelaocheng, the snow may not melt for half a year. For human soldiers, conducting a field battle in such a climate environment is no different from sending them to death.
Everyone understands what this snowfall means to this war.
In order to destroy the renewed confidence of the demon soldiers, to break this ominous omen, and even just to make the demon soldiers think less about this issue, General Heming launched the siege again without hesitation, and the West Route Army was also defeated. Request to speed up the speed of clearing the battlefield.
At the most critical moment, the human race showed extraordinary courage and determination, especially those strong.
In order to make up for the mistakes he made at Nuorilang Peak, King Xiang fought bravely and was seriously injured again.
Xiao Zhang also appeared. The kite was able to fly over Yanzhi Mountain, but failed to fly over the city wall, and disappeared again.
Liang Wangsun finally appeared on the battlefield, and golden lotuses bloomed in front of Xuelaocheng.
In the end, he was seriously injured, unconscious, and carried back to Xunyang City.
Liang Banhu died in battle, Liang Hongzhuang died in battle, and Liang Wangsun was seriously injured.
In this battle against demons, the Liang family of the former dynasty performed heroically regardless of the enmity with the Chen dynasty.
I don't know what Liang Xiaoxiao, who colluded with the demons back then, would think if he was alive and saw these scenes
The tragic attack of the strong human race, coupled with the dispatch of troops by General Heming, eased the depressive atmosphere brought about by the first snow.
However, as the falling snow continued, and as the siege weapons returned in vain, the morale of the human army became more and more low.
Just when Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were about to make a move, something happened.
To be more precise, a car came from outside Xuelao City.
That cart was not a carriage, an ox cart, or a mule cart. It was not pulled by livestock, but it could move forward by itself, which seemed a bit miraculous.
The wheels rolled over the residual snow and mud, making a creaking sound. It looked very slow, but quickly came to the barracks from the south.
What's even more amazing is that, during the long journey of tens of thousands of miles from the south, there were countless remnants and bandits on the road, and the car was not damaged by a single cavalry guard.
Countless lines of sight fell on the car.
The curtain of the car was lifted, and a little Taoist poked his head out, looked at the hundreds of thousands of people in the field, covered his mouth in surprise, and quickly retracted.
In a short period of time, it was enough for many people to see clearly that the little Taoist priest was born beautiful, carved with jade, his eyes were like lacquer, and he was full of aura.
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"Am I stupid?"
Chen Changsheng withdrew his gaze, looked at Xu Yourong, hesitated for a while and said, "And... isn't it too pretty?"
Xu Yourong knew what he was thinking, and said, "You were prettier than him when you were young."
Chen Changsheng said: "When we were young, we only wrote letters and never met each other."
Xu Yourong said: "This is what Mr. He said."
There was a chirping sound in the sky.
That was Bai He testifying.
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The car stopped on a hill outside the battlefield.
The curtains were lifted again and hung up with wooden hooks.
The little Taoist jumped to the ground and reached out to help the people in the car out.
Countless eyes followed the small car, coming to this hill from the southern wilderness.
Even the scolding battle of the tribal fighters outside Xuelao City stopped.
After seeing the little Taoist priest carved in jade, many people have already guessed who is in the car.
Ten years of seclusion does not mean that the world does not know what is going on in Changchun Temple.
Many people know that there is a little Taoist priest in the Taoist temple.
As for whether this is the master and apprentice being angry again, who knows
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Shang Xingzhou still came.
It was at the moment when the morale of the human race was at its lowest, at the most critical and dangerous moment of this war.
After hundreds of years, he came to Xuelao City again.
Many people, including himself, have already guessed that this should be his last visit to Snow Old City.
Except for the injured King Xiang, all the big shots in the army went to the hill to pay their respects.
In the wilderness outside Xuelao City, there was continuous smoke and dust coming and going between the hills.
After ten years of seclusion in Luoyang, Shang Xingzhou's prestige has not diminished, and even increased.
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Looking at the smoke and dust in the field, the worry on the face of the King of Linghai became more and more serious. He looked at Chen Changsheng and wanted to persuade him, but he knew that now was not the right time.
Archbishop Yulin returned from the most dangerous front line and brought back Guan Bai's body.
The hundreds of thousands of demon warriors outside Xuelao City come from various tribes and cannot be fully trusted by the royal family, but their lethality on the battlefield is indeed terrifying.
Chen Changsheng sat beside Guan Bai for a long time.
Guan Bai took a look at him on the side of the street when various courts performed martial arts back then, this was the first time they had met each other.
Then Wu Wubi went to Beijing to torture and kill wild dogs, and then Guan Bai lost his arm.
Because of this matter, no matter what Bie Yanghong said, no matter how miserable Wu Wanbi was in the end, Chen Changsheng never forgave her.
He felt that people like Guan Bai deserved more respect and had a better ending.
I didn't expect it to be the case in the end, that's all.
"Where's Liang Banhu?"
Chen Changsheng asked Archbishop Eulin.
He remembers it well.
Because they were the first to arrive at Xuelao City, the North Third Battalion of the Eastern Route Army had always been a thorn in the side of the Demon Army, and they were almost surrounded several times.
Late one night a few days ago, more than a dozen major tribes of the Mozu launched a joint counterattack, and the target was the North Third Battalion.
The battle that night was quite fierce. Guan Bai led a thousand cavalry of the National Church to rescue overnight, and the crisis was resolved at the last moment.
But Guan Bai died in battle, and Liang Banhu, one of the first three cavalrymen who arrived in Xuelao City... also died in battle.
"Liang Banhu chose to blew himself up." Archbishop Yu Lin thought about the tragic scene of the battlefield, with a look of sorrow on his face, looked at Chen Changsheng hesitating for a while, and said: "I don't know if it's because I want to atone for my brother, I heard that he was particularly brave in charging on the battlefield."
Chen Changsheng fell silent, not knowing what he should say at this moment.
Archbishop Yu Lin said again: "Guan Feibai has some emotional problems now, and we have to find a way to get him back."
Chen Changsheng said, "You and You Rong discuss it."
Eugene led the way.
The King of Ling Hai said, "Should we go over there and have a look?"
That side naturally refers to the hill, the hill where Shang Xingzhou is located.
So far, Chen Changsheng has not gone there, nor have the priests of the Li Palace, including the King of Ling Hai.
In fact, there are already many priests looking over there.
Chen Changsheng is the Pope, with a distinguished status, but he is a student after all, so it would be unreasonable not to take the initiative to visit him.
"Need not."
Chen Changsheng pulled up the white cloth to cover Guan Bai's face.
He took the King of Ling Hai out of the tent, looked at the hill in the distance, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Just like that, Chen Changsheng was still in his own account.
Shang Xingzhou was still in his car.
The teachers and students were separated by a distance of more than a hundred miles in silence.
Occasionally, Chen Changsheng would glance over there.
Shang Xingzhou kept his eyes closed all the time, letting the not-so-warm demon sun shine on his face, as if he wanted to iron out some old wrinkles.
Everyone, including the demons in Xuelao City, wanted to know what Shang Xingzhou would do next.
Come to think of it, he would never just sit in the car and watch the battle.
In the early morning of the next day, people finally saw what Shang Xingzhou had done.
He hung a picture in the sky.