Fighter of the Destiny

The soldier bumped directly into Nan Ke, and his head should have been bruised and bloody, and the broth should have been splashed. However, this scene did not happen.

Nanke was still standing steadily holding the bowl of boiling broth, but the soldier had passed through her previous position.

This was very strange. The soldier had no idea what was going on, and he scratched his head in a daze.

Rob's eyes narrowed because he saw very clearly what happened at that moment - at the moment when the soldier was about to hit Nan Ke, Nan Ke took two steps back. When the soldier ran over, he came back again. When he arrived at the original place, he retreated quietly, like a phantom, as if he had not moved at all.

Even the General Jin Yulu, who had been working outside Baidi City for many years, could not achieve the speed of lightning and the movement of ghosts.

With his extremely extensive knowledge, he only knew that there was only one woman in the world who could possess such a fast speed, and it was definitely not her.

Robb glanced at Nanke quietly, then looked at the soldier and asked, What's the matter?

Withdraw troops... Withdraw troops... The demons have withdrawn their troops!

The soldier gasped and said, with a complicated expression on his face, a little happy and a little confused.

The demon tribe's withdrawal is a good thing no matter from any angle. It should be rejoicing and even revelry, but... this is too sudden.

Just like this private soldier, most of the sergeants in Banya Racecourse, including Songshan Military Mansion, Heishan Military Mansion, Yonglan Pass, Yongxue Pass, and even as far away as Kyoto, were shocked by this sudden news. I was delighted, and then had some weird emotions.

This war started more than two years ago. In the early days, due to the incident in the Tomb of Heavenly Books and the subsequent turmoil in the court, the Zhou Dynasty was not fully prepared, allowing the demon army to gain some advantages. However, it was easy for both parties to enter later. After a long stalemate, the human race even had a slight advantage. The demon army, including the wolf riders, suffered heavy casualties on the snowy field. So far, they have not gained any benefits. Under such circumstances, why would the demon army take the initiative? Withdraw troops?

What on earth is the devil thinking? What is the military advisor in black robe, who is known for his cunning and cunning, thinking about? Is this two-year war just a nonsense, or is it just a show of force to stabilize the new king's position in Xuelao City?

When he heard the news, Rob was a little surprised. He had just learned about the death of Ning Shiwei, the god general of Songshan Military Mansion, and didn't know more about the inside story.

Only Chen Changsheng knew very clearly why the demons retreated.

More than two years ago, the Tianshu Mausoleum incident occurred in Kyoto, and there was also a bloodier rebellion in Xue Lao City.

The demon army suddenly went south, not for the land and wealth of the human race, but to find the whereabouts of the demon king and to conceal Xue Laocheng's true intentions. For the new Demon Lord, the black robe, and the Demon Commander, as long as they can kill the Demon Lord, what does a war and a hundred thousand dead mean?

That night, the demon king finally died in the lake garden in Hanshan. What reason did the demon army have to stay?

So far, only a handful of people in the world know the truth about the retreat of the demon army. Many sergeants are a little confused, and guys like Zhe Xiu and Guan Feibai feel very dissatisfied. But after all, this is something worth celebrating, even if The remote Banya Racecourse also received a reward from the Songshan Military Mansion.

Among the rewards that were far from generous, the most popular thing among the sergeants was two carts of flying dragon meat. The so-called flying dragons, of course, cannot be real dragons. They are just a kind of monster in the cold mountains. They are famous for their tender and delicious meat. , regarded as the most wonderful thing to accompany wine by the gluttonous people in the world.

After dark, more than a dozen bonfires were lit in the mountains, and the flying dragon meat hanging on the grill exuded a strange but not cloying aroma.

There was a faint commotion of horses in the distance. I wonder if the newly added frost grass at dusk gave them more impulses during their estrus period.

Chen Changsheng was sitting by a bonfire, holding a plate in his hand. On the plate were two pieces of newly roasted flying dragon meat.

The meat was grilled by Nan Ke himself. The edges were a little burnt, but still edible.

He looked around and saw that Nan Ke's little face was full of oil, and he was eating it happily.

He suddenly thought that if Zhizhi were here, he would definitely be very angry, but what about Yourong?

Then he remembered that the guy named Qiu Shanjun was of true dragon blood.

For some reason, he felt happy and felt that the meat on the plate was a little more fragrant.

The night is getting darker, the stars are setting among the mountains, the horses are quiet, and the sergeants around the campfire are still eating meat and drinking wine, laughing and laughing.

Chen Changsheng noticed that Rob had not been seen today.

He stood up, looked around, and walked towards the mountain stream.

This mountain stream, formed by the melted snow between the peaks, is extremely clear and flows towards the wilderness in the north. It is different from most rivers on the mainland that flow westward.

The starlight shines on the mountain stream like a silver ribbon, which is very beautiful.

The surface of the frost grass in the mountains was originally covered with a light white velvet, but when it was dyed by the starlight, it seemed as if it was about to turn into real frost.

A figure looked a little lonely under the starlight.

Chen Changsheng walked over and sat down next to the figure.

I don't know if it's because of the bright starlight, but the weed-like beard cannot completely hide the true appearance of that face.

Chen Changsheng once again confirmed that Rob was very young, not much older than himself.

What are you thinking about?

Rob wasn't eating meat, he was just drinking wine.

A very delicate little wine bottle was hung by him with two fingers, swaying slightly in the night wind and starlight, looking very chic.

Listening to Chen Changsheng's question, Rob was silent for a while and said: Remember the long and long days of heaven and earth.

Anyone who answers such a simple question with such a sentence would make people feel a little uncomfortable.

But when it came out of his mouth, it didn't feel like this, as if it was natural for him to speak like this.

Of course, if Chen Changsheng's friend were present, he would probably still laugh out loud, and then use harsh words to humiliate Rob.

Chen Changsheng didn't, because he was from Xining Town rather than Wenshui City, and he often thought about similar problems, but rarely talked about them with others.

Not seen before, never seen again. Those who came from the ancients shed tears and eventually flowed westward.

He thought of the Time Scroll also known as the Western Classics, the iron chain under the Beixin Bridge, the unknown tomb under the National Education College, and so many things that had happened in the past ten years. He was filled with emotion, looking at the beautiful scenery under the stars. Shanhe said: Don't give up day and night.

what's on your mind?

Think of the long and long time of heaven and earth.

Don't give up day and night.

There seems to be no connection between the questions and the answers, and they are blunt and inconsistent. However, if you taste them carefully, they have their own flavor.

There should be wine here at this time.

Rob glanced at Chen Changsheng and handed the small wine bottle into his hand.

Looking at the small wine bottle in his hand, Chen Changsheng hesitated.

Rob was a little surprised and asked: Don't drink?

Chen Changsheng said: I have been in poor health since I was a child, so I pay more attention to this aspect.

Rob would never force anyone to drink. Seeing that he was in trouble, he would just laugh and get ready to take the jug over.

However, Chen Changsheng raised the wine bottle and took a sip.

…

…

(After returning to Daqing, I feel much better about writing stories~)