Way of Choices

A kite fluttered in the sky.

In a remote corner, Wang Po wiped off the muddy water on his face, squinted at the hill, and recognized it naturally, it was Xiao Zhang’s kite.

Wasn't the kite broken on the wall of Snow Old Town the other day?

The kite used to be tied to a person, but today it is tied to a painting.

The painting is very huge, more than ten feet wide and high, and gently swings with the wind, as if Mai Lang, but the scene on the canvas is not affected, very clear.

Looking at the painting, Fei Dian, who had just been rescued by a cinnabar Dan, gradually lost his focus, and became extremely sharp.

The three old men on a grain team in the southern wilderness squinted at the same time, and there was endless memory.

In the shadow of the old town, in the shadow of the hall, the black robe was put in his sleeves with his hands, and there was a mocking smile on his lips.

They have all seen the scene in the painting.

That is not the most prosperous Galan Temple in the world.

The inheritance of Buddhism has been broken for countless years.

The incense of Kalan Monastery lasted for a long time.

Until thousands of years ago, it was finally destroyed in the flames of war.

The demons invaded and Luoyang was surrounded for three months. The population of the city was tenth in number. People were killed and injured in a total of 60 million people.

I don’t know how many ruins of civilization like the Galan Temple have been destroyed.

The so-called romantic, do everything.

In this painting, it is the Huojialan Temple.

There are few people who have seen the Galan Temple in person, but there are many people who have seen the paintings of the Galan Temple in the book, and there are also many people who know the story.

As for the surroundings of Luoyang, it is even more humiliating and painful that all human beings cannot forget.

The giant painting hanging in the sky is very good and vivid, as if it were real.

Looking at the flames in the painting, the soldiers seemed to be able to hear the painful crunch that Guangsha was about to tilt.

There are still many people's faces in that painting, painful, distorted, stunned, and numb. In the end, these people all died and died in that fire.

Seeing the painting, the frontline soldiers once again wanted to understand a simple truth.

This is history.

This is the source of anger.

This is why we now appear under the snow old town.

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As the painting and the information carried in the painting spread in the military camp, a conjecture also spread at the same time.

According to legend, in the same year, the painting of Wu Daozi painted murals in the Galan Temple all the year round. Is it possible that he painted this one?

Now the entire continent already knows that Wu Daozi is not dead, he is traveling with someone around the world.

If Wu Daozi is here, does that mean...that person is also here?

Thinking of legends like Wang Zhice may appear on the front line at any time, the morale of the human race army is greatly boosted.

In contrast, the morale of the Demon Clan suddenly dropped a lot, and it was more exaggerated than the promotion level of the Human Clan.

For the Terran Army, the influence of the merchant firm and Wang Zhicai is similar. For the demons, it is completely different. They may not know who the current human emperor is, nor do they know Chen Changsheng, nor do they know that Shangxing Zhou is the teacher of the human emperor and Chen Changsheng, but they absolutely know who the king's policy is.

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Twilight.

The setting sun stained the old snow town in the west.

Half the city seemed to be burning.

Suddenly, between the city walls and the field under the city, there were countless fanatic cries.

The shouting words sounded like Gulum.

Many human clan soldiers can understand some simple demonic vocabulary, especially the meaning of this word, they will not forget.

When the Demon soldiers rushed to madly and wanted to change their lives, when they were surrounded by the hill and finally committed suicide, they all shouted the word.

This word is the meaning of God Emperor.

The devil finally appeared.

Chen Changsheng took the clairvoyant in the hands of the king of Linghai and looked up at Xue Old Town.

Today's air is very clean, and the light of the sunset has not affected the sight, and can barely see the picture of the city head.

Although somewhat vague, Chen Changsheng still recognized the face that had not been seen for many years.

Compared to when he was in the White Emperor City, the Demon King was much calmer and more dignified.

Looking at the beard deliberately kept by the devil, Chen Changsheng remembered Tang 36, and then saw the devil's magic angle.

As a matter of fact, as a royal family, the devil has no magic angle, but he made two, and decorated it, which is particularly exaggerated.

Obviously, this is the method used to win the emotions of the lower and middle class demons.

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The business boat arrived.

The devil appeared.

This means that the final decisive battle is coming.

For the Demon Race, if it is possible to keep the old city of Snow, until the winter comes, it is of course the best way. But they have no way to solve the problem of grain and grass, which is exactly the same situation that Luoyang City faced. Even if they slaughtered the people on their own and minimized the non-military population, there was no way to solve the rations of hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors outside the city.

Moreover, the Terran Army will not leave them any robed remains.

Heaven and earth are harmonious, and now it seems that the demons have occupied the land, and the human race has occupied the peace. As for the time...

The recent falling snow seems to indicate that Tiandao pays more attention to the Demon Race, but the time for the decisive battle is determined by the Human Race.

So who will win the final victory of this war?

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It was another morning.

The wilderness outside the snowy old town seemed to be quiet without waking up.

The horn sounded suddenly.

So the whole world woke up.

All life in this world is waiting for this moment.

Maybe last night no one could really fall asleep.

The main wolf ride of the demon race launched a fierce attack on the east road army of the human race.

The black dirt on the field was lifted off, falling like raindrops, with the sound of weapons colliding, mumbling and howling noises, and the sound of formation starts.

The East Road Army struggled to withstand the tide-like attacks of the Mozu, and finally won a rare free time in the afternoon.

The battalion issued an urgent order to the front, requiring the frontmost team to retreat as soon as possible and complete the rotation with the reserve cavalry.

Feather arrows flew in the sky, suppressing each other's spearmen and covering themselves.

All processes are proceeding in an orderly manner, but have encountered some troubles somewhere.

The North Third Battalion, which has been at the forefront since the beginning of the war, refused to retreat.

Because Guan Feibai did not listen to military orders.

He is not the commander of the North Third Battalion, but he is a disciple of Lishan Jianzong and the strongest in the team.

At first, he and two younger brothers took the risk of killing the cliff, the first to arrive at Xue Laocheng.

The entire North Third Battalion now only listens to Guan Feibai.

The reason why Guan Feibai did not want to retreat is also very simple.

His brother Liang Banhu died, and Guan Bai died to rescue them.

He has killed his red eyes.

At the most tense moment, accompanied by a crane, Xu Yourong came to the field.

Guan Feibai held the sword, narrowed his eyes, looked at her, his voice was hoarse and low to the extreme, like a beast that had not drunk for many days.

"Sister, don't persuade me."

His eyes narrowed in blood.

Xu Yourong knew that he seemed to be sensible, and that his speech was organized. In fact, he was crazy and could not persuade him.

"I remember Brother Qiushan should have prepared a kit for you."

Xu Yourong looked into his eyes and said, "You should take it apart and have a look."

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(Mom will start the next course of chemotherapy tomorrow, I hope everything goes well. I will definitely write less time in the next period, but don’t worry, I have saved some manuscripts in the past ten days, and I will try my best to continue to improve. It looks like it should be possible, thank you.)

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