Fighter of the Destiny

Tang Sanshiliu went to the front line.

Of course, he is not a pioneer because he does not have the ability and no one will agree.

In this war, his role was to lift grain and grass, or to be more precise, he was Jin Yulu's deputy.

Although Chen Changsheng's trip to Baidi City did not completely achieve the human race's idea, it at least freed Jin Yulu from the vegetable field.

This legendary monster general will continue to play the important role he once played hundreds of years ago.

All the baggage, grain, grass, ordnance brought by the imperial court to the front line, support from various states and counties, and donations from various aristocratic merchant houses were all under his control.

His deputy position is also extremely important.

Logically speaking, Tang Sanliu's qualifications were not sufficient, at least it would be difficult to convince the public, but no one dared to object to this appointment.

Not because of Tang Sanliu's status, not because he was willing to give up the honor of a noble family son to take risks on the front line, but because the Tang family donated a sum of money.

Liang Wangsun donated half of his family property for military expenses, and the Wenshui Tang family also donated half of their family property.

They were also half of the family property, but only when they saw it with their own eyes did people understand what a terrible thing the Tang family had done.

Because half of the Tang family's property is a very scary number.

The well-informed officials from the Ministry of Revenue were also shocked and speechless when they saw the account books brought in by more than a dozen horse-drawn carriages.

The entire continent knows that the Tang family is the richest place in the world, with a profound foundation and extremely rich accumulation.

But this time, the world realized that the Tang family was actually so rich.

The saying that wealth can rival a country is indeed not a lie.

Mr. Tang is really a very good person.

If you are wealthy enough to be the enemy of a country, you will often become the enemy of the whole country.

This is a law that is difficult to escape and is also the source of many tragedies.

After the specific details of this incident came out, many people were wondering whether the Tang family did not want to offend the court, so they used this method to reduce the court's hostility.

——Half the family property is indeed very large, and it hurts like breaking an arm, but as long as the Tang family can save it, it will be worth it.

This conjecture seemed reasonable, but Chen Changsheng knew that it was not the truth.

Entering Xue Lao City and conquering the demon clan has been the lifelong wish of Mr. Tang. It is the only thing he has wanted to do for hundreds of years.

In this regard, he and Shang Xingzhou are natural allies and the most staunch comrades-in-arms, and nothing can change his mind.

It can even be said that he lived just to see today.

As long as the human race can completely defeat the demon race, why would he care about his wealth?

If he hadn't considered future generations and the survival of the family, he would have even thrown the entire Wenshui Tang family into this war.

What would it be like to be the grandson of such an old man?

Chen Changsheng looked at the smoke and dust in the field outside the city, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he smiled.

Tang Sanshiliu is riding a white horse, dressed in white clothes, with a Wenshui sword tied around his waist, looking very elegant and free.

He didn't say anything to Chen Changsheng, and he didn't take it seriously, because he must win this battle.

As Yanzhishanren said, the trend has been achieved.

The demon clan is gone.

Just like what Old Man Tang and Prince Liang did, the human race is willing to pay all costs and abandon hatred, just to win this war.

The human world has been waiting for this day.

The human race has been preparing for this war for a long time.

In terms of the deployment of supplies and military personnel, it has been ten years.

In terms of strategic planning, it has been hundreds of years.

In terms of spiritual will, it has been thousands of years.

Countless sages, countless martyrs, no matter which emperor or pope... everything they did was for today.

The undercurrent has been surging for countless days, and with the changes in the current situation, it finally turned into a spring tide.

As the former overlords of the continent, the demons were lingering in the north, muddle along, and did not realize this at all. Even if some sober and calm big shots realize this, such as the young Demon Lord, or the Yanzhi Mountain Man, there is too little time left for them, and the Demon Clan is too chaotic.

Whenever he thinks about the current situation of the demon clan, Chen Changsheng is always a little puzzled while feeling lucky, and then he thinks of what Shang Xingzhou said in Luoyang.

Maybe that person still realizes that he is human after all?

Looking at the dust dragons in the field and feeling the subtle vibrations, Chen Changsheng couldn't think about that problem anymore.

The vibration, is it the horse's hooves disappearing, or is it my own heartbeat?

He felt his heart beating faster for no reason.

Is it because this magnificent war is about to begin?

The demons will be defeated and the humans will win. The situation is determined.

But we still have to work hard for it, and only by real hard work can we truly win.

Thinking about how much blood and sacrifices the young men and women who are leaving Xunyang City will shed in the years to come...

Even though he was so calm, he couldn't help but feel his cheeks heating up slightly.

(Reminds me of Yitian Slaying the Dragon.)

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There is blood everywhere in the valley in late spring.

The low-level demon soldiers became even uglier after death. The corpses among the weeds exuded a bad smell. The grassland was not too hot, but if they were left for a long time, they would inevitably rot.

At the beginning, the human army would use formation masters to clean up the battlefield. After each battle, on the grassland, the clear light of the formations and the accompanying flames could be seen everywhere. Later, more and more demon soldiers died, and the war became more and more tense. In order to save the array master's mana, there was no longer a requirement in this regard.

The temporary camps were set up on high ground, but the so-called valley was actually a rolling meadow, which was far from easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Dusk smeared the fields in the distance and the nearby vehicles. The smoke from the cooking stoves was gone, and the bonfires gradually lit up. A faintly sad song sounded, but it attracted more curses.

Liang Hongzhuang leaned against the wheel, squinting at the setting sun falling to the ground, and the grass root in her mouth trembled slightly.

Of course, he was not wearing the red dance clothes or heavy makeup. He was just beautiful, especially his eyebrows, which were as dark as ink and as thin as hooks. There was a dash of heroism in his charm, and he was naturally romantic. I don't know how much attention it attracted during the battlefield, but no one dared to say anything until now.

In the team, he had the highest level of strength, killed the most demon soldiers, and suffered the most injuries.

There was a deep wound under his ribs. Through the gap in the bandage, bones could be seen and a putrid smell could be smelled.

A man squeezed next to him and sat down, looking at the corpses of the low-level demons on the meadow with a mocking look on his face.

"It's been so many days and I haven't seen a single high-level demon. Did the old demon lord kill them all?"

The person who spoke was Feng Guijun. Not long ago, he had been the guard of Xunyang City for decades, but now he became a general on the front line.

When he heard Liang Hongzhuang say those words to the Pope under the stage that night, he vaguely guessed his own ending.

But he didn't expect that he would be on the front line with Liang Hongzhuang, and he didn't know whether this was the Pope's intention or the saint's arrangement.

Liang Hongzhuang ignored him.

Feng Guijun sneered and said: "The imperial court asked me to come and die in return for half of your family property in Prince Liang's house. What about you? Why didn't your brother come, but asked you to die?"

Yes, coming to this grassland is to die in a sense. Although the human race now has an absolute advantage. In so many battles that have taken place, the number of deaths of demon soldiers is twice that of human soldiers, but ...People will still die after all, especially now that many people have noticed that the situation is a bit strange.

Mr. Fenggui's ridicule was more due to uneasiness.

After the human army entered the grassland, they had encountered many demon armies and had many fierce battles.

Soon people discovered a very strange phenomenon.

Except for a handful of officers, no high-level demons could be seen in these battles.

Even the most powerful wolf rider of the demon clan could not be seen at all, as if he had disappeared.

Those who rushed towards the human army like a tide were all the lowest demon soldiers.

These low-level demon soldiers have slow intellectual development and can be said to be stupid. Even if they have huge power that exceeds that of ordinary humans, they can only be killed in front of the crossbow weapons and formation masters of the human army. Logically speaking, It shouldn't be difficult to deal with.

The problem is that the low-level demon soldiers encountered by the human army now are different from those in the past.

Nowadays, the low-level demon soldiers have become braver, more violent in temperament, and more cruel in their methods. They even have a sense of fearlessness in death.

If these low-level demon soldiers were just of low intelligence before, now they seem to have lost consciousness and become pure killing tools.

Countless low-level demon soldiers are not afraid of death and are coming one after another, which will put great pressure on the human army, both in battle and mentally.

The army led by Feng Guijun has been severely reduced in number, and it is not known how long it can last.

The same situation should happen everywhere in the grassland.

Liang Hongzhuang said: "It should be some kind of drug that makes these ugly guys lose their minds and only come to die."

This is the speculation of many people, but they just don't understand why the demon clan's response methods are so extreme just after the war has just begun.

You must know that those medicines must have extremely strong side effects. Those low-level demon soldiers are almost dead from the moment they take the medicine.

Feng Guijun looked at the increasingly thickening dusk, and the worry in his eyes became more and more intense. He murmured: "What exactly do the demons want to do?"

In a sense, he was indeed sent to die by the imperial court in order to appease the old grudges of Prince Liang's house.

But after all, he had served as the guard of Xunyang City for decades, and now he was a general on the front line.

Liang Hongzhuang said: "The demons want to scare us away."

Mr. Feng Gui was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant, with a wry smile on his face.

They are the vanguard at the front.

If the demons' strategy is really like this, they will withstand a steady stream of attacks.

Until the Chinese army tent gives the order to retreat, or one party is dead.

"You said we were all sent to die, so why be afraid."

Liang Hongzhuang said: "And even if we die now, we will still make a profit."

Since the beginning of the war, he has killed more than thirty demon soldiers, and Feng Guijun and the soldiers led by him have also killed three times as many enemies as him, which is indeed a profit.

Feng Guijun said nothing more.

Liang Hongzhuang spit out the grass roots in her mouth and began to sing a sad song.

There were curses all around again, but this time he didn't stop.

Liang Hongzhuang's singing voice is a bit strange, very deep and long-lasting, like a slowly flowing river on the grassland.

"After listening to your operas for so many years in Xunyang City, I always feel that your singing style is a bit weird, but I have never asked you about it."

Feng Guijun asked: "Which school of inheritance do you belong to? Luling Jin family or Juishui Zhang?"

Liang Hongzhuang said: "It is said to be the opera singing method in Xuelao City."

Feng Guijun was surprised. He pointed at the corpses of the demon soldiers in the weeds and said, "Do you understand these things?"

Liang Hongzhuang shook her head and said, "I don't know."

Suddenly, warnings and urgent military orders from the red eagle were heard in the night sky.

Several recent human armies have been attacked by enemies.

The enemy's main attack direction is in this meadow.

The grass shook slightly.

The twilight deepened and turned into night.

I don't know how many demon soldiers are pouring over in the night.

Feng Guijun knew that this battle would last all night, and his face turned pale: "Can we still see the morning light tomorrow?"

Liang Hongzhuang stood up, glanced at the night sky, and said, "The stars are beautiful today."