Fighter of the Destiny

The war has entered the third stage, which is also the most cruel stage. The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, the fighting is becoming more and more frequent, and there are more and more casualties. Strategy and tactics can play an increasingly important role in this stage. As a child, will and material resources 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 the old city of Xue. There are many hot springs in the mountain.

It’s hot in Kyoto, but the weather here is a little cool. The mist from the spring water fills the mountains, which looks a bit beautiful.

Chen Changsheng sat in the hot spring, looking through the hot mist, the surrounding gauze curtains, and the flag of the state cavalry in the distance, and landed on the passage leading out of the valley.

Many years ago, he was about 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 from back then, but at that time, it was surrounded by snow, but now his eyes were constantly green, which made him feel a little strange.

"Your Majesty, the time has come."

Anhua squatted beside the hot spring and said, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of shocking him.

Chen Changsheng woke up and stood up from the hot spring. She wrapped a huge towel around his body and wiped it clean carefully.

Anhua looked at his face and felt a little comforted. He thought that the hot spring was indeed of some use, so he helped him out of the hot spring and went to rest under the pavilion in front of him.

There are pavilions and some buildings in Shishan, all of which were newly built a few days ago.

During the war, Chen Changsheng was not used to such luxurious pomp and thought that this would make many ordinary soldiers angry.

Unexpectedly, the soldiers who passed by on the grassland and saw this scene were not dissatisfied at all. 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 distant wilderness, many soldiers were heading towards Xue Lao City.

Even from such a distance, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of Long Xiang's horse. Well, it seemed that it was really from Banya Racecourse.

The soldiers knew that the Pope was in this rocky mountain, but they didn't know if they could see the pavilion.

The news has already spread throughout the front lines. When passing by this rocky mountain, the cavalry will dismount and lead the way unless there is an urgent military situation. There are also many soldiers who will ignore military orders, run out of the team, kneel and kowtow in the direction of the stone mountain, and then return to the team with satisfaction, even if they are punished by their superiors, they don't care.

Chen Changsheng has seen this scene many times.

He couldn't understand why these ordinary soldiers thought they were proud of him, but since they wanted to see him, he was willing to let them see him.

So these days, he often sits under the pavilion, even if Anhua, King Linghai and others object.

The cool wind entered the stone mountain from the wilderness, and before it could be warmed by the hot mist of the hot spring, it fell on Chen Changsheng's face.

The body that was heated by the hot spring gradually cooled down, and the redness on his face gradually faded, turning back to pale, very thin, and very haggard.

The cold wind rose 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 more clearly.

Xu Yourong walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the steamer-like springs below, and said, "If this continues, you will die before the city is broken."

She did not turn around to look at Chen Changsheng, and there was no expression on her face. She seemed to be just talking casually and not really caring.

It may also be because she has said it many times but has not received any response from Chen Changsheng.

After arriving at the front line, Chen Changsheng had already refined two bottles of cinnabar pills in advance.

Everyone knows what this means.

Of course he knew it best, but seeing so many young faces distorted in front of the fear of death and listening to so many cries, he couldn't help but do it.

And he was injured.

This is the front line. Although he is the Pope and is heavily protected, he is also the target of the demon clan's sniper attack.

The most dangerous time was when the second demon general led a group of powerful demons to use the eagle to attack in the air. He was also seriously injured that time.

When he came to this grassland in midsummer, Xue Lao City was already faintly visible. It was already early autumn, and it was said that the vanguard army could already clearly see the walls of Xuelao City, and the North Third Battalion could even see the faces of the defenders clearly, but... after all, no one could really reach Xuelao City.

The closer they get to Xue Lao City, the stronger the demons' low-resistance will becomes, and they become more unafraid of death, which even makes many soldiers feel that this is an impossible mission.

Obviously as long as there is more pressure, the Demon Lord in Xue Lao City and the hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors outside the city who came from all over 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 could no longer hold on were forced to retreat south, and the vast majority of them were seriously injured.

Ye Xiaolian took several disciples, teachers from the Thirteenth Division of Qing Yao and three priests from the palace, while escorting a person back south.

Who could make her leave the most important Chinese military tent and put up such a large formation? Who is that person?

The Prime Minister, who was seriously injured and had his military power taken away, still insisted 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 Thirteenth Division of Qingyao, this person is of course countless times more important than the Prime Minister.

Because he is a friend of the Pope.

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Chen Changsheng is not good at words and his way of thinking about problems is too simplistic. In someone's words, it is easy to leave people speechless.

But from Xining Town to Kyoto, he still made some friends.

But when it comes to his friends, many people's first reaction is definitely Tang Sanliu.

Tang Sanliu's cheeks were already sunken and thin, but they were red and translucent, like cooked prawns, and his eyes were extremely bright, which was a little disturbing.

Chen Changsheng sat next to the stretcher and said to him: "I didn't think it was right when you wanted to buy that restaurant."

Tang Sanshiliu said feebly: "What's wrong?"

Chen Changsheng said: "If you eat too much blue lobster, you will be punished. Look at you now."

Obviously, although Tang Sanshiliu was seriously ill these days, he still often looked at himself in the mirror, so he could quickly understand Chen Changsheng's joke.

After understanding the joke, he naturally laughed. Tang Sanliu laughed and coughed at the same time, looking very uncomfortable.

Ye Xiaolian put the cold towel on his forehead and turned around to glare at Chen Changsheng.

After glaring at her, she realized what she had done. She couldn't help but panic and apologized again and again.

Chen Changsheng naturally ignored her and said, "Yourong is next door, go and meet her."

Ye Xiaolian responded softly, but she felt even more nervous, thinking how should she explain to the saint?

After Ye Xiaolian left, Tang Sanliu looked into Chen Changsheng's eyes and said, "What exactly is wrong with me?"

Chen Changsheng said: "The mental wear and tear is too serious, the wind and cold are entering the organs, it is very serious."

Tang Sanliu's eyes were like a will-o'-the-wisp, and he said, "I think there is something wrong with this disease."

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(I thought about it seriously and felt that I should love you more and write more seriously. Thank you all.)