Fighter of the Destiny

Gou Hanshi was silent for a while and said, I know who he is.

Liang Hongzhuang is the younger brother of Liang Wangsun. There is another secret relationship between him and the Lishan Sword Sect - he is a clansman of Liang Banhu and Liang Xiaoxiao.

The two of them were silent, and the stone room was very quiet.

As they had discussed earlier, there might be unexpected losses this time, and some people who they thought shouldn't die so early... died.

Liang Hongzhuang is such a person. He is an important figure in Prince Liang's palace and a master in the Star Gathering Realm.

It had only been a few days since the war started. According to past rules, it was far from the tragic stage. As a result, he died like this.

Chen Changsheng and Liang Hongzhuang had met three times and exchanged dozens of words with each other. They could not be called familiar, but they were acquaintances after all.

He also knew many people on the battlefield, including Tang Sanliu, King Linghai, teachers and students of the National Education Academy, such as Chu Wenbin, and her.

But Gou Hanshi also knew many people, including Guan Feibai, Liang Banhu, Baicai, Jiantang's uncle, and Tiannan's comrades.

Sorry, you shouldn't be the one to persuade me. Chen Changsheng said to Gou Hanshi.

Gou Hanshi said: You should have guessed that these words are what I want to say to you.

Chen Changsheng looked at the string of stone beads on his wrist and said, She could have said these words to me herself.

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The former Xunyang City Guardsman Feng Guijun once worried about whether he could withstand the continuous attacks of the demons all night long and whether he could see the morning light of the next day.

It turned out that his worries were unnecessary.

His team failed to withstand the first wave of attacks, and just as night fell, those crazy demon soldiers broke through the defense.

There are simply too many demon soldiers.

After seeing the black tide in the wilderness through the starlight, he and all the human soldiers groaned in their hearts.

Liang Hongzhuang didn't moan, there was no fear on her face, she didn't scream or howl, and she didn't sing a heroic song, she just charged towards the black tide.

It is also proven that brave people will always receive good blessings.

Rescue arrived in time, and the cavalry led by General Peng Shihaishen successfully changed the entire battle situation and saved these soldiers who had struggled to hold on for two days and two nights.

There are fierce battles everywhere on the grassland. In most cases, they are fighting independently. The rescue here is naturally related to the presence of important people here.

Although he was sent to die by the imperial court, the imperial court was not willing to see Xunyang City defended to death so early, not to mention that there was Liang Hongzhuang here.

The bonfire was rekindled and illuminated the meadow.

The demon soldiers have lost their minds, so there is no need to worry about being attacked by surprise.

The surviving sergeants gathered around the campfire, with no expression on their bloody faces.

More than a dozen white sacrificial flowers fluttered on the meadow, looking like beautiful white flowers and attracting a lot of attention.

The teachers and students of the Thirteenth Division of Qingyao searched for the surviving wounded and provided timely treatment with medicines. Occasionally, they could still see the clear light brought by the Holy Light Technique.

Unfortunately, in such a tragic war, it was difficult to find too many injured, and the meadow was littered with the remains of human soldiers.

Until the end, no one found Liang Hongzhuang.

When Feng Guijun, the former guard of Xunyang City, was found, his body was covered with blood, his expression was particularly confused, and he kept mumbling to himself in a state of despair.

Alas, alas...why bother, why bother...

No one understood what he wanted to say, and no one knew why he became like this.

Bong Guijun clearly remembered what happened just now.

Liang Hongzhuang rushed toward the black tide of demon soldiers with an iron gun in hand, and was quickly annihilated.

After years of pampering, he was really scared and wanted to turn around and run away, but his experience these days told him that the demon soldiers now have turned into real beasts, and there is no longer any rationality. If they don't kill them all, they will Keep chasing you.

And he is the guardian of Xunyang City after all.

He was once the guardian of Xunyang City.

Now a general.

He shouted and led the soldiers around him to kill the demon soldiers.

He basically forgot what happened next. He only remembered that he kept waving the blade, kept falling, and then got up. At first, he could still feel the pain coming from his body. Later, he couldn't even feel the pain anymore. He just felt The knife in his hand became heavier and heavier, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

Just when he was exhausted and wanted to just ignore everything and fall asleep like this, he suddenly heard a distant voice in the night.

Reinforcements have arrived!

He cheered up and used his last strength to rush towards the outside, but fell into despair behind the meadow.

Dozens of demon soldiers had just rushed here out of the night, with fishy saliva dripping from their herringbone mouths and blood-red eyes.

Just when he thought that he and his soldiers were certain to die, he suddenly saw someone among the demon soldiers.

Liang Hongzhuang stood up, leaning on the iron gun, shaking.

Feng Guiqun wanted to shout to Liang Hongzhuang to run, but no sound came out.

Liang Hongzhuang did not run away.

He chose to blow himself up.

Youfu and the true energy in one hundred and eight orifices erupted at the same time.

A silver firework lights up the meadow.

The fiery and sacred starlight instantly tore the bodies of those demon soldiers apart.

For a monk, this is the most tragic way to die and the most painful farewell.

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Why bother? It's just death.

I didn't say I wasn't willing to die, so why would I inflict such pain on myself?

Lord Bonggui sat on the grass in despair.

General Feng?

A woman in white sacrificial robes walked up to him.

The curtain covered her face, making her voice somewhat elusive.

Bong Gyujun ignored her.

A black light flashed.

Feng Guijun's palm was pierced by a small hairpin, leaving a delicate bloody hole.

Just the right amount of pain finally brought him to consciousness, but it didn't make him scream.

Still relying on the starlight, this time he did not see the tide of demon soldiers, but an extremely beautiful face, which shocked him equally.

Is it...you?

Bong Gyujun asked with a trembling voice, and started crying the next moment.

You should come and save him.

The woman ignored him and said calmly: Congratulations, you now have two choices. You have been proven to be brave in fighting, and the sins you have committed have been redeemed. You can return to Xunyang City, of course. I can no longer serve as a city guard, but I can live as an ordinary citizen.

Feng Guijun looked slightly confused and asked: Who is the second one?

The woman said: You can stay and follow the army to continue heading north after recovering from your injuries.

Bong Guijun didn't speak for a long time.

Anyone should know how to choose between these two options.

If it had been half an hour ago, he would have made the decision very easily.

Now, he finds it very difficult.

He knew that the other party would not deceive him, because that was something the other party disdained to do.

I choose the second one.

His voice trembled slightly, and he was obviously still frightened and uneasy.

The woman was a little surprised and asked, Why?

Feng Guijun raised his head, looked at her and asked seriously: I heard that there is an opera in Xuelao City?

The woman nodded.

Feng Guijun said: I want to go there and listen to it. How is it different from the singing style of Luling Jin Family and Ju Shui Zhang?

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Feng Guiqun, together with the severely wounded who had been discovered, were sent to the camp in the south for treatment.

After recovering from their injuries, they can choose to return to the team or go home.

The teachers and students of the Thirteenth Qingyao Division stayed on the battlefield, continuing to search for the wounded and treat the wounded soldiers.

At certain moments, the faint scent of herbs even overshadowed the smell of blood and putrid smell.

What makes people feel most calm and peaceful are those holy lights.

The rescue work continued into the day.

No matter how serious the injury is, as long as they find it, it can basically be cured, and sometimes it is almost a miracle.

There was a lull in the fighting.

All the demon soldiers within a radius of more than a hundred miles were killed.

The forward army reorganized on the spot, but strangely, in addition to the red eagles heading to the camp, there were also many red geese landing in the meadow, and many fast horses arrived one after another in the afternoon.

A news gradually spread among tens of thousands of soldiers.

Her Royal Highness the Saint is on that meadow.

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Xu Yourong walked towards the front of the meadow.

Wherever she passed, golden flames burned the decaying bodies of the demon soldiers into blue smoke.

His identity has been discovered, so there is no need to hide it.

The breeze blows away, blowing away the smoke, and the grassland becomes clear again.

More than ten cavalrymen were waiting in front.

The meadows on both sides were full of soldiers kneeling, and the wounded also struggled to kneel down, their faces full of piety and luck.

Being able to be treated by the saint's hands, is this a blessing that only takes several lifetimes to achieve?

Those cavalrymen who came from all over represented the meanings of many divine generals, including some important figures in Kyoto.

They were all envoys who wanted to persuade Xu Yourong to return to Beijing quickly.

The most important reason is, of course, safety.

Everyone knows that the Saint is of the bloodline of Tianfeng and is a true monastic genius. Although she is young, she is already half a saint.

But this place is a battlefield full of death and killing, and the Pope is not by her side, which always makes people feel a little uneasy.

Another important reason is that Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation is not with her either.

The disciples of Nanxizhai were not at Nanda Camp at this time, but at the more distant and more important Zhongjun Tent, responsible for protecting the commander of the Northern Expedition.

The cavalrymen knelt down one after another and begged the saint to return to the capital as soon as possible.

Xu Yourong didn't even look at them as he took a letter from a female disciple of Nanxi Zhai.

The female disciple traveled day and night and was extremely tired. She sat on the ground and began to meditate. It is obvious that this letter is very important.

This letter came from the Chinese military account, but it was not from the coach and had nothing to do with Kyoto. It was written by Ye Xiaolian.

She is now responsible for commanding the Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation guarding the central military tent. Because of this, she knows a lot of secret information.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some big shots want to accurately convey information to Xu Yourong through her.

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Many important figures, including those divine generals, have always known that the Saint is on the battlefield.

In the fierce battles of the past few days, she led the teachers and students of Qingyao Thirteenth Division to various battlefields and saved the lives of countless soldiers.

Why did these big shots not point it out those days, but today they stood up and begged her to return to Beijing in the name of safety?

The explanation Ye Xiaolian gave in the letter was that Xu Yourong rescued too many wounded people on the meadow today.

To save so many seriously injured people who were about to die, it was impossible to rely solely on the Holy Light Technique. The Saint must have used that kind of medicine.

She must have used that kind of medicine a few days ago, but the amount was not too much and everyone could tolerate it.

Today, she took too many medicines, and everyone couldn't bear it anymore, so they wanted to ask her to leave.

In fact, everyone thinks that the decentralized power of this medicine should not be in her hands - the saint loves the world and wants to save anyone who is injured at any cost. However, if the medicine is used up on ordinary soldiers, What will happen if the general is injured in the future? What should I do if the prince is going to die?

This sounds cold, but this is a battlefield, this is war, and there should be rules for the allocation of any resources. Life and death are determined by fate, but there is definitely a priority.

There has been no war in these years, and the palace has canceled the monthly distribution of cinnabar pills. With simple calculations, you can think of how much cinnabar pills have been accumulated now.

The power to distribute Cinnabar Dan lies in the hands of Li Gong, but the opinions of the frontline generals must be consulted when implementing it.

If it were peacetime, the combined will of the big men represented by these cavalry would not be able to shake her in the slightest. But this is war time, the military's status is getting higher and higher, and the generals' intentions are reasonable from a certain perspective, and they also give her enough respect.

So what would her answer be?

Xu Yourong reached out and slowly took off his curtain hat, revealing that perfect face.

The surrounding grassland became quieter.

Only the girl from Nanxizhai who was standing nearby could see the fatigue between her brows and eyes.

She looked at the cavalry.

The breeze blew the long grass on the field, making a sound like waves.