Hearing this, people were stunned for a moment, and then realized that the old man was really very happy, so they quickly got busy.
"Father, please think again!"
The old man of the Tang family was also in the grain transportation team, holding the old man's arm and trying to persuade him.
A grain team of this size crossed Nuorilang Peak overnight and went to Xingxing Gorge. From a military point of view, it was indeed a bit risky.
Old Mrs. Tang was a little displeased when he heard the words, and he turned the corner after being persuaded for a while.
He looked at the field and the mountains in front of him, as if he had seen Xuelaocheng thousands of miles away, and he burst into tears.
"That's right, I've been waiting for a thousand years, so why rush to this day?"
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The longer you wait, the more you can't wait, but if it really lasts for a thousand years, then people's patience will always become better.
The human army seems to be very patient now. Whether it is the sudden retreat of the demon army or the inexplicable attack launched by the hundreds of thousands of tribal soldiers, none of the human army's battle lines have been shaken in the slightest, and it seems that they have not complained to Xue Lao. The city's intention to attack.
"Seeing Gao Huan's death, I suddenly thought that I would die too, so I had to be more on the safe side."
Old Mrs. Tang looked at Xuelao City in the distance and said, "I must see the scene of the broken city with my own eyes. I will not allow any accidents."
Chen Changsheng said: "Many people want to see that scene with their own eyes."
Old Mrs. Tang took the hot tea and nodded to Xu Yourong.
The saint made the tea herself, and looking around the world, probably only Mrs. Tang had such treatment.
Xu Yourong knew that Chen Changsheng was going to say something to Mrs. Tang that was inconvenient to be heard, so she smiled and left the tent.
The tent was very quiet, and it lasted for a long time, until the hot tea in the cup gradually lost its mist.
"Tang Thirty-Six is not sick, he was poisoned."
Chen Changsheng looked into the eyes of Mrs. Tang and said.
"The Pope's eyes are as bright as a torch, so he can't be mistaken. The poison has little effect, but it will make him have a high fever."
Old Mrs. Tang didn't mean to hide it at all, and admitted the fact very calmly, saying: "The Tang family needs him to live."
The reason why he admitted it was because Chen Changsheng had already guessed the truth of the matter, and if he didn't expose it at that time, it meant that he would never expose it.
Old Mrs. Tang left the tent and walked towards the hill in the distance.
Xu Yourong returned to the tent.
She didn't ask that day, and she won't ask today, but Chen Changsheng felt that he should say something, but he didn't know how to say it.
"Every man is selfish, especially when he is unselfish."
Xu Yourong drew a conclusion for this matter with such an ambiguous sentence.
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The demons in Xuelao City should have known the fate of the lone army led by Gao Huan, and soon began to shrink the battle line. Under the cover of the guards, the demon wolf cavalry broke away from the human race's Xuanjia heavy cavalry and returned to the city. In the city, a small part of the more than 200,000 tribal fighters were taken into the city, while most of them stayed outside.
The chaos gradually subsided, and the human army did not pursue it. This sudden decisive battle could already see the end. The tribal warriors stood between the closed city gate and the human army waiting in full force, their eyes full of helpless emotions, disorganized An atmosphere of desperation permeated the tents.
The morale of the demon army is already very low, but the so-called trapped beasts are still fighting, the human race can wait for a while, I believe that as time goes by, the situation will get better, especially these tribal fighters outside the city may not even fight And retreat.
For some reason, General He Mingshen received a piece of information from Red Eagle, thought about the time for a meal, and issued an order to continue to strengthen the offensive. The West Route Army was asked to move closer as soon as possible.
Many generals and ordinary soldiers did not understand this military order, but they implemented it firmly, because before issuing the military order, General He Ming went to the camp where Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were, and got their support, and the business firm on that hill Zhou has been silent.
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Everyone has their own memories, and hundreds of thousands of people have hundreds of thousands of memories. The memories of the same thing may be similar in outline, but there are often many deviations in details. Guan Feibai always believed that it was a day in mid-September. He was lying in a tent receiving treatment from a priest from the palace, and then he heard the sound of the city gate being smashed dozens of miles away. The leaves of that tree were as red as oozing blood. Bai Cai insisted that it was a day in early September, and the wild trees outside Xuelao City still had their last blue color. The reason why Guan Feibai saw that those leaves were red was because he had killed too many demons and had Red eyes.
Regardless of these specific memory deviations, in short, on a certain day when autumn was getting stronger, the human army launched a final fierce attack on Xuelao City.
The last Holy Light Crossbow shot towards Xuelao City like a torrential rain.
Unfortunately, a wolf cavalry that was going out of the city to meet the tribal soldiers ran into the rain of arrows and suffered heavy casualties.
The trebuchet moved like a giant to the field in front of Xuelao City, and the demons in the city seemed to see the ancestor spirit of the Daguai family, and their faces were pale.
The mountain-like rocks mixed with gunpowder whizzed through the air, drew a very high arc, and fell into the city with difficulty, making a muffled sound. More stones smashed directly on the walls of Xuelao City. They failed to cause direct damage, but they scattered like a rain of stones and fell to the ground, smashing the heads of those tribal warriors.
At the most intense moment of the battle, two Yaozu troops suddenly came from the northwest direction—the Yaozu Pingbei camp had been wandering on the grassland since leaving Congzhou, so it turned out that it was just a cover. The real reinforcements of the Yaozu detoured through the grasslands of the Guxiu Lingzu, passed through the layers of mountains in the west, and approached Xuelao City quietly under the cover of the West Route Army, just to provide support to the Mozu at the most critical moment. Deliver a fatal blow.
When the demon army encountered a strong enemy again, its will finally collapsed, and more and more tribes broke up and fled to the surroundings.
The setting sun dyed the entire grassland red. In order to turn the tide, the Demon Commander took the risk to sneak into the human army camp, trying to kill important figures like Chen Changsheng to change the battlefield situation, or to temporarily defeat the Demon Race. Slow down a little.
There is a swamp in the south of the city, the dense fog cannot be blown away by the wind, and the red twilight cannot penetrate. Wang Po has been waiting for the magic commander here for many days.
When the commander-in-chief used hundreds of wolves to charge in a suicide style and sneaked in front of the camp amidst the blood and corpses, Wang Po pulled out his knife.
The bright knife light tore through the thick fog above the swamp, illuminating the entire world.
Wang Po did not sneak attack, very aboveboard.
Mo Shuai looked at the camp in front of him, with regret in his eyes.
The human army was forcibly advancing towards Xuelao City, and the position of the camp had also moved forward dozens of miles.
The figures of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were clearly visible.
"ah!"
Moshuai let out an angry and unwilling roar.
The corpses of the surrounding human soldiers and demon soldiers exploded one after another, and there was a blood rain.
Blood flowed on the armor, soaking the green patina and bright gemstones, exuding a cold and crazy meaning.
He turned around, took out the exaggerated big knife from behind, and greeted the bright knife light.
There was a cracking sound, and a crack about several miles long appeared on the field, in which there were underground springs and fire slurry.
Mo Shuai shook twice, and soon regained his stability.
His short body is extremely tall in the eyes of everyone.
Holding a long knife, he rushed into the swamp.
The earth shook, the cold wind broke, and the thick fog was cut.
The two most powerful knives in the world meet again.
The terrifying knife intent stirred up the dense fog like a tornado, and it was quickly blown away.
Hundreds of thousands of people in the wilderness could clearly see the scene in the swamp.
The black swamp was extremely wet and soft, and the two figures were moving at such a high speed that it was impossible to see them clearly.
The two sword lights illuminate the sky and the earth from time to time, shaking the black mud into the sky.
Gradually, many truths that had been covered up by the swamp for countless years emerged. There are many bones, treasure chests with gold coins, and many secret rooms.
Those histories that may have been forgotten, these pasts that may have become the stories in the book, were directly chopped into pieces by these two powerful knives.
Before absolute power, everything becomes meaningless.
With a loud bang, Wang Po's iron knife collided head-on with Mo Shuai's broadsword.
All the water in the swamp was blown into the air, turning into cloudy rain, and the wet and soft black mud was also blown up, falling on the ground in a radius of dozens of miles. Both demon soldiers and human soldiers were drenched. It was all over the head and face, and it became foul-smelling.
A gully more than ten miles long appeared on the grassland.
Wang Po stood at the end of the ravine, half of his body buried in the ground.
His face was pale, two streams of blood flowed from the corners of his lips, the hand holding the iron knife trembled slightly, and another gap was added to the blade.
Mo Shuai was not much better, he drew a straight white line in the air, and slammed into the gate of Xuelao City heavily.
All the demon soldiers on the city wall heard the loud noise and felt the vibration from the city wall.
The Demon Commander spat out a mouthful of blood, the blood flowed slightly, and was about to fly back to the city wall, when a shadow suddenly fell on his face.
That shadow came from a huge kite.
Under the setting sun, the kite seemed to be burning.
It fits very well with the scene in the painting hanging under the kite.
In addition to the painting called Huoshaojialan Temple, there is also a person tied under the kite.
The wind blows the white paper, making a rattling sound.
Xiao Zhang jumped towards the city gate, holding the Shuangyu sharp gun in his hand, and babbling strangely.