Fighter of the Destiny

(In the initial outline, Liang Hongzhuang was killed by the Ninth Demon General. Later when I wrote it, I found that I really liked him and respected him, including when I was chasing Su Li, so I wanted him to leave more cleanly. , so it was changed to the current way of writing martyrdom for the country. I will revise the previous sentence. It is indeed wrong, I'm sorry.)

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Xu Yourong looked at the small porcelain bottle in his hand and said nothing.

She still has some small porcelain bottles like this, not in her sleeves, but in her tung bow.

Countless eyes fell on her hands, either enthusiastically, nervously or uneasily.

People have guessed it. This small porcelain bottle contains the legendary cinnabar pill.

This was also the most important reason why all the generals begged Xu Yourong to return to Beijing quickly.

These pills belong to Chen Changsheng, and what's his is mine.

Xu Yourong looked at the kneeling cavalry and said, I know many of you are dissatisfied, but don't let me know, because it will make me unhappy.

The cavalrymen became extremely stiff because they understood the meaning from her calm tone.

Subtext is important information that can be heard without having to say it.

She is speaking back to the world.

If she is unhappy, maybe there will be no Cinnabar Pill in this world.

The cavalry saluted with the most respectful gesture and left as quickly as possible, spreading her order to all parts of the grassland.

The Nanxizhai girl looked at her but hesitated to speak.

Why not go back?

Xu Yourong was strong physically and mentally, but even so, she was still a little tired.

But she won't leave.

Only here could she see the real-time changes on the battlefield, the most realistic situation.

At the same time, people in Kyoto can also see the most real situation.

The current situation is very complicated, and signs of this can already be seen from the determination of the head coach candidate.

Xu Shiji, who was recommended by many people, stayed in seclusion after receiving her letter, claiming that he was ill.

Peng Shihai and other great generals from Chen Guansong's line occupy half of the current Zhou Dynasty military, but if you want to choose a coach from among them, you will inevitably encounter strong opposition from the Western Army system represented by Xue He, and it is difficult to do so. Get approval from the palace.

Candidates who are close to the state religion cannot get the support of the ministers and princes of the Chen family.

After much deliberation, people finally turned their attention to a place that had been forgotten by many people for a long time, Dongyu Shenjiang Mansion.

Xu Shiji now seems to be the candidate most acceptable to many forces.

However, soon the Xu Mansion received a letter from Saintess Peak. From then on, the door was closed tightly, and Xu Shiji said he was ill.

People understood that this was the meaning of the saint, and naturally there was no way to force it.

The final choice of coach was quite unexpected.

When the imperial edict was circulated throughout the counties, many people had not even heard of that name.

Divine General Heming, the former commander of the Black Armor Cavalry, was very low-key and could even be said to be unknown.

However, he is senior enough and is Chen Guansong's junior disciple, but he is not closely related to Peng Shihai and other generals of the Star Reaching Academy. Moreover, in the battle at the National Education Academy ten years ago, the black armored heavy cavalry he led stopped at Apart from the collapsed Moshan Mountain, he behaved extremely calmly and steadily, and was appreciated by His Majesty the Emperor and the Pope.

In other words, the most important reason why he can be the head coach is that all parties can accept him, and he is not from any party.

The problem is that this also means that he is not Chen Changsheng's person, nor is he a person of His Majesty the Emperor.

No matter how calm and steady a person is, he may have other thoughts when he holds power.

On the tragic battlefield, when bloodiness is aroused, ambition often grows along with it.

So Xu Yourong will not leave here.

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The shadow of death finally left this grassland.

I don’t know whether it was the disappearance of the drug that stimulated potential and wiped out sanity, or the large number of deaths of low-level demons, which made Xue Lao City unbearable. In short, one day in early summer, the human army never saw those eyes again. The scarlet, beast-like demon soldiers charge.

During the retreat of the demon army, there were occasional sporadic battles. It was obvious that those demon soldiers did not take that kind of medicine. Although they were still a little stupid, they would not dare to rush into the crossbow array like they did a few days ago, let alone Not even afraid of death.

The grassland is full of blood of different colors. After the blood dries, it will turn into large patches of color, which looks like a painting from a distance.

Heming looked at the patterns on the grassland and recalled the words of the bishop invited from the Li Palace when he and Chen Guansong were studying a brief history of demon culture at Zhaixing Academy many years ago.

The demons are such a strange species. There is no difference between the low-level demons and animals, but the high-level demons have unimaginable aesthetics. The two classes are not completely isolated, but are closely related to each other. Influence, so in Xue Laocheng’s paintings, large, seemingly rude blocks of color often appear...

If the princes and nobles in Xue Lao City can really drive the low-level demons like monsters, this war may become even more cruel. If the demon clan is still the slave of the demon clan, then there will be no chance of winning this war.

This is thanks to Emperor Taizong's wise decision back then.

Looking in the direction of Kyoto, God Heming would have similar emotions to the Pope.

The beginning of this war was extremely brutal, far exceeding the calculations made before the war began.

In a sense, this is the collision of the thousands of years of material accumulation, determination and will of the human race and the demon race.

The collision ended up specifically on two drugs.

The demons used the poison developed by the Changsheng Sect. Judging from the quantity, Xue Laocheng had actually been preparing for this war for many years.

As for the human race, the cinnabar pills that Pope Chen Changsheng had tried his best to accumulate for ten years were basically exhausted.

The war has now reached its second stage.

The human army continued to march north, breaking through two lines of defense along the direction of the defeat of the demon army, allowing the grassland to return to the human race.

The temperature is getting higher, summer is approaching, and it is really midsummer, but the grassland is open, and there are many gaps in the mountains stretching for thousands of miles in front. The wind passes through them, and the army is stationed here, so they will not feel the heat is unbearable. In the early morning, you may even feel a little chilly.

One morning, a fast-moving red dot suddenly appeared in the gray sky, dragging out a red line. It should be a red eagle.

The moment the red eagle flew over the top of the mountain, two vigilant sentries spotted it and blew the warning horn.

A group of cavalry galloped out of the camp, whether to ensure the safety of the information or to respond to something.

The red eagle must have discovered the enemy on the other side of the mountain. Although it stands to reason that the majestic mountain dozens of miles away has been checked many times and there should be no ambush, but this is the territory of the demon clan after all, and who knows what strange methods the other party may have.

The red eagle was very fast and did not feel tired. It flew not far over the steep cliff, but suddenly fell to the ground.

What exactly is in that cliff?

A figure suddenly appeared in a pile of rocks somewhere, and swept into the grassland like lightning, heading towards the human military camp.

That was a disciple of Wanshou Pavilion who was famous for his swift movement and was serving as the most dangerous outpost.

When the Wanshou Pavilion disciple was still several miles away from the military camp, he suddenly groaned and fell heavily to the ground.

Crossbow!

Angry and sharp shouts rang out in the military camp, followed by the sound of strings. Hundreds of crossbow arrows, with their sacred brilliance, tore through the dim morning light and landed behind the Wanshou Pavilion disciple, covering an area of ​​tens of feet. Dense holes were left on the ground, with green smoke faintly rising from them.

The human army is already very experienced, and those demon soldiers who are good at chasing often sneak out from the ground.

Soon, the cavalry team arrived in front of the disciples of Wanshou Pavilion.

The Wanshou Pavilion disciple's leg was covered in blood and was obviously broken.

But he didn't care at all and just shouted: There are demons in the mountains! We can't tell the tribe's affiliation, but there are many of them!

The cavalrymen caught him on horseback and turned back to the military camp.

No one noticed that the three cavalrymen continued to fly towards the mountain in the distance, not knowing what they were going to do.

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The mountain peak has not yet woken up in the early morning, and the cliff facing the human army is very dark.

The voice of demon soldiers suddenly sounded from the cliff, but they couldn't see where they were.

After many rounds of investigation, why couldn't we find the whereabouts of these demons?

There are dozens of small caves in the middle of the cliff hundreds of feet high. Not to mention the demon soldiers, even the skinny human soldiers cannot get into them.

When I first checked, I thought these holes were bird holes, so I didn’t pay much attention to them.

No one thought that the enemy was hiding in these bird holes.

Because the enemy is either a demon soldier or a bird.

They are a black and gray vulture.

Thousands of eagles poured out of these small holes, then flapped their wings and flew into the air.

It is obvious that these eagles have been trained and may even be directly controlled. They appear to be extremely orderly. Even if they fly into the sky, the formation does not break up.

The three cavalrymen were still some distance away from the mountain. Seeing the movement in the sky, they were a little puzzled. They thought that even if these eagles were trained to attack targets on the ground, they would not be able to attack the human race with their sharp eagle claws. It would be too fanciful to think that the camp would bring losses.

At this moment, the first ray of morning light passed through the cracks in the mountains and fell on the grassland here.

The sudden light caused an eagle bird to panic, loosen its paws, and a black thing fell down.

There was a loud bang, and a fire broke out on the grass in front of the cliff.

Looking at this scene, the three cavalrymen looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes, but they did not slow down and accelerated towards the mountain.