Fighter of the Destiny

After hearing this, people were stunned for a moment, then realized that the old man was really very happy, so they quickly got busy.

"Father, please think again!"

The Tang family's uncle was also in the grain transport team, holding on to Old Tang's arm and trying to persuade him.

For a grain team of this size to cross Nuorilang Peak overnight and then go to Xingxing Gorge, it was indeed risky from a military point of view.

Mrs. Tang was a little unhappy when he heard this, and it took him a long time to persuade him to turn around.

He looked at the wilderness and the mountains in front of him, as if he had seen the old city of Xue thousands of miles away, and burst into tears.

"That's right. I've been waiting for a thousand years, so why rush for this day?"

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The longer they wait, the more impatient they become, but if it really takes as long as 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 attacks launched by hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors, the human army's front line has not wavered in the slightest, and it does not seem to have any intention to attack Mr. Xue. The city's intention to launch an attack.

"Seeing that Gao Huan died, I suddenly thought that I would die too, so I had to be more cautious."

Mr. Tang looked at Xue Laocheng in the distance and said, "I must see the destruction of the city with my own eyes. I don't allow any accidents."

Chen Changsheng said: "Many people want to see that scene with their own eyes."

Mr. Tang took the hot tea and nodded to Xu Yourong.

The saint made the tea herself. Looking at the world, only Mr. Tang was probably the only one who had such treatment.

Xu Yourong knew that Chen Changsheng was going to say something inconvenient to Mr. Tang, so he smiled slightly 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 Sanliu is not sick, he is poisoned."

Chen Changsheng looked into Mr. Tang's eyes and said.

"The Pope's eyes are as bright as a torch, so he will not be mistaken. The poison will not have much impact, but it will only make him have a high fever."

Mr. Tang had no intention of hiding it. He admitted the fact very calmly and said, "The Tang family needs him alive."

The reason why he admitted it was because Chen Changsheng had already guessed the truth of the matter. If he didn't expose it at that time, it meant that it would never be exposed.

Mr. Tang left the camp and walked towards the hill in the distance.

Xu Yourong returned to the tent.

She didn't ask that day, and she wouldn't ask today, but Chen Changsheng felt that he should say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

"Everyone is selfish, especially when he is selfless."

Xu Yourong concluded this matter with such an ambiguous statement.

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The demons in Xuelao City should have already known the fate of the lone army led by Gao Huan, and quickly began to shrink the front line. Under the cover of the attendant army, the demon wolf cavalry broke away from the human black armor heavy cavalry and returned to the city. Inside, a small part of the more than 200,000 tribal warriors were escorted into the city, while the majority stayed outside.

The chaos gradually subsided, and the human army did not pursue. The outcome of this sudden decisive battle could already be seen. The tribal warriors stood between the closed city gate and the waiting human army, their eyes full of helpless emotions and disorganized There was an atmosphere of despair among the tents.

The morale of the demon army has been very low, but as the so-called trapped beast still fights, the human race can definitely wait for a while. I believe that the situation will get better as time goes by, especially these tribal warriors outside the city, and they may even not fight. And retreat.

For some reason, after receiving a piece of information from Red Eagle, General Heming thought about it for a meal, and then issued a military order to continue to strengthen the attack. The Central Route Army launched a clearing campaign against the tribal warriors who were all over the mountains and plains, and the East Route Army and 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 carried it out resolutely, because before issuing the military order, God General He Ming went to the camp where Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were, and got their support, and the trading company on the hill Zhou has remained silent.

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Everyone has their own memory, and hundreds of thousands of people have hundreds of thousands of memories. The memories of the same thing may be similar in general outline, but there are often many deviations in the details. Guan Feibai always believed that it was a day in mid-September. He was lying in a tent receiving treatment from a palace priest. Then he heard the sound of the city gate being blasted dozens of miles away. He opened the curtain and saw that in front of the hillside The leaves of that tree were as red as oozing blood. Baicai insisted that it was a day in early September, and the wild trees outside Xue Lao City still retained the last of their green color. The reason why Guan Feibai saw that the leaves were red was because he had killed too many demons. Eyes red.

Regardless of these specific memory deviations, in short, on a day when autumn was getting darker, the human army launched its final fierce attack on Xue Lao City.

The last Holy Light Crossbow shot towards Xue Lao City like a heavy rain.

A wolf rider preparing to leave the city to meet the tribal warriors unfortunately ran into this hail of arrows and suffered heavy casualties.

The trebuchet moved to the field in front of Xue Lao City like a giant. The demons in the city seemed to have seen the ancestral spirit of the Pantagruel family, and their faces turned pale.

Mountain-like stones mixed with gunpowder roared through the air, drawing a very high arc, and fell into the city with difficulty, making a muffled sound. More stones hit the wall of Xue Lao City directly. They failed to cause direct damage, but scattered stones raining all over the sky, falling to the ground, and smashing the heads of those tribal warriors.

At the most intense moment of the battle, two demon clan troops suddenly came from the northwest to fight - the demon clan Pingbei camp had been wandering on the grassland since they left Congzhou. It turned out that they were just covering up. The demon tribe’s real reinforcements actually detoured through the grasslands of the Guxiu Ling tribe, passed through the mountains in the west, and quietly approached Xue Lao City under the cover of the West Route Army, just to attack the demon tribe at the most critical moment. Deliver a fatal blow.

The demon army encountered a strong enemy again, and its will finally collapsed. More and more tribes broke up and fled around.

The setting sun dyed the entire grassland red. In order to turn the tide, the demon commander took the risk and sneaked into the human army camp, trying to kill important figures like Chen Changsheng to change the battlefield situation, or temporarily defeat the demon clan. Slow down a bit.

There is a swamp in the south of the city. The thick fog cannot be blown away by the wind, and the red twilight cannot penetrate. Wang Po has been waiting for the Demon Commander here for many days.

When the Demon Commander used hundreds of wolf cavalry to make a suicide charge and sneaked in front of the camp among the blood and corpses on the ground, Wang Po drew his sword.

The bright sword light tore through the dense fog above the swamp, illuminating the entire world.

Wang Po did not make a sneak attack and was very upright.

The Demon Commander looked at the camp in front of him, with regret in his eyes.

The human army is forcibly advancing towards Xue Lao City, and the position of the camp has also moved forward dozens of miles.

The figures of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were clearly visible.

"ah!"

The Demon Commander let out an angry and unwilling roar.

The corpses of human soldiers and demon soldiers all around exploded, causing a rain of blood.

Blood flowed on the armor, staining the green patina and bright gems, exuding a cold and crazy atmosphere.

He turned around, took out the extremely exaggerated sword from behind, and faced the bright sword light.

There was a scraping sound, and a crack about several miles long appeared on the field, with underground springs and fire slurry hidden in it.

The Demon Commander shook twice and quickly stabilized again.

His short body was extremely tall in everyone's eyes.

He held a long knife and rushed towards the swamp.

The earth shook, the cold wind broke, and the thick fog was cut away.

The two most powerful swords in the world meet again.

The terrifying knife intent stirred up the dense fog, like a tornado, and quickly blew it away.

Hundreds of thousands of people in the wilderness could clearly see what was happening in the swamp.

The black swamp was extremely squishy, ​​and the two figures were moving at high speed, making it impossible to see clearly.

Two sword lights illuminated the sky and the earth from time to time, sending the black mud flying into the sky.

Gradually, many truths that had been hidden by the swamp for countless years emerged. There were numerous bones, treasure chests containing gold coins, and many secret rooms.

These histories that may have been forgotten, the past that may have become stories in the book, were directly cut into pieces by these two powerful knives.

Before absolute power, everything becomes meaningless.

With a loud bang, Wang Po's iron sword collided head-on with Demon Commander's broadsword.

All the water in the swamp was blown into the air and turned into turbid rain. The soft black mud was also thrown away and fell on the ground for dozens of miles. Both the demon soldiers and the human soldiers were all wet. It was all over my head and face, and it became fishy and unpleasant.

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, and two streaks 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.

The Demon Commander was no better. He drew a straight white line in the air and slammed into the gate of Xue Lao City.

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, his bloodline was slightly clearer, and he was about to fly back to the city wall when a shadow suddenly fell on his face.

The shadow came from a huge kite.

Under the setting sun, the kite seemed to be burning.

It is very consistent with the scene in the painting hanging under the kite.

In addition to the painting titled Burning the Garan Temple, there is also a person tied under the kite.

The wind blew the white paper, making a rustling sound.

Xiao Zhang jumped towards the city gate, holding the Shuangyu Divine Spear in his hand and making strange babbling sounds.