Martial Cultivator

As the demon clan on the General's Mansion side ceased their activities, the demon clan army along the Great Wall in the north began to withdraw their troops and suspend the war.

On the other side of the viewing platform, Gao Xuan and Li Changling, who were rushing to help, looked at each other. Each could see unconcealable fatigue in the other's eyes, but it was obvious that Li Changling was in much better spirits.

"I'm just saying damn it, these monsters can't defeat us!"

Although the cavalry commander was older and had fought with the monks on the previous city wall for a long time, perhaps because he thought too little, he felt much less tired now than Gao Xuan.

As for Gao Xuan, although he had never been on the battlefield to kill the enemy, as the commander of the battle at Wangyuetai, he shouldered much more than others imagined.

Seeing the demon clan receding like the tide, Gao Xuan did not speak in a hurry, but just waited quietly. When there were footsteps beside him soon, he moved his eyes.

"General, according to the battle report from the General's Mansion, the demon tribe retreated and set up camp thirty miles outside the Great Wall."

Reaching out to take the battle report, Gao Xuan nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he just turned to look at Li Changling, shook his head and said, "General Li, this is just the beginning."

Li Changling smiled nonchalantly and said: "Since we can repel them the first time, there will be a second and third time."

Gao Xuan glanced at the soldiers who were being treated on the top of the city, and said softly: "We will not always have so many soldiers."

Li Changling was startled, but before the cavalry commander could say anything, Gao Xuan added.

"There won't always be so many monks."

After hearing these words, Li Changling was so silent that he couldn't speak.

The state capital is stepping up training for the soldiers who died in battle, and those soldiers who left the northern border army in previous years will also be recruited, which is okay. But what about the monks?

The monks in this world are more or less destined to die. One day or two will be enough for a new monk to practice until he can go to the battlefield.

This is self-evident.

Gao Xuan's eyes were complicated and he said: "It's best not to be like the rising and falling tide of the sea, again and again."

The sea water comes and goes freely, but the dam can only stand there.

"After the battle damage statistics of Wangyuetai are completed, the information will be sent to the General's Mansion as soon as possible."

Before Gao Xuan turned around and left the city, he left these last words.

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In a war where both sides have invested a lot of money, the end will never end with no more deaths. After all, it is only an apparent end. After the war is over, there is still a series of things to do.

Counting casualties and ordnance, repairing the damage, including sending the final battle report from the North to the capital of God, and even reviewing the battle, all needed to be done.

Until these things are done, there is no way to say that the war is over.

In fact, the General's Mansion had already started arranging these matters long after the demon clan retreated. At the same time, the General's Mansion sent an order to recall Gao Xuan, Li Changling, and several important pass guards.

After these people arrived at the General's Mansion, a meeting at the General's Mansion was held.

But this time, the arrangement of seats in the main hall was different.

The general's seat was placed at the front, and then he was seated in rows from left to right, according to military rank.

But today in the main hall of the General's Mansion, there are two chairs at the front.

General Ning Ping walked into the hall. The other generals had been waiting for a long time. Ning Ping looked around and then smiled and said: "Very good. I thought that after this battle, one of you would be able to survive." The person has become the memorial tablet in front of me. Fortunately, no one can ask me to go and offer incense right now.”

The generals all smiled.

Ning Ping said with emotion: "But I still have to burn a stick of incense. The soldiers and monks who died in this battle are all good."

Speaking of this, Ning Ping glanced at a general not far away.

The general understood, nodded and said: "The pension will be sent to the capital when the military report is sent to it. It is still the old rule. The city of God will take out the money for the pension from the treasury, and then order Let the state governments handle it.”

Ning Ping laughed at himself, "I don't know how much it will cost."

"It's not that I, the general, are reluctant to part with that little money. If I could spend money to buy peace for a lifetime, everyone from the Crown Prince to us guys would be happy to see it happen. It's a pity that no one is willing to sell this kind of thing, even if it is real Some people dare to sell it, but we don’t have the guts to buy it.”

Ning Ping looked at everyone present softly and said: "No matter when you hand over the choice of your destiny, it will make people feel extremely uneasy."

"Move that chair away."

Ning Ping pointed to the two chairs side by side over there, smiled and asked the soldiers here to move the chairs away.

The generals looked at their general, wondering why he did this.

After they moved the chair, Ningping, the general, stood next to the chair that was still there and said with a smile: "Let's let our guardian envoy sit here. Without him, this time, we It’s hard to say it can be defended.”

In this battle, everyone can actually see that the most important thing is the three Fuyun demons. If no one in Daliang can stand up and stop these three Fuyun demons, then the three demons will join forces and the city will be destroyed. When the head will collapse is probably just a matter of time.

Therefore, with one against three, Chen Chao, the guardian envoy who also killed the Fuyun Great Demon, was the greatest contributor.

The previous two chairs were prepared by the generals for Ning Ping and Chen Chao, and by doing this, Ning Ping was also telling the generals that he was willing to live behind others.

It's just that the generals still have different ideas. This is the northern border after all. They all see Chen Chao's contribution, but contribution is contribution...

After saying that, Ning Ping sat on the first chair on the right without giving anyone time to react or refuse.

He smiled and looked at the door.

Chen Chao, who looked a little pale, crossed the threshold and came to the main hall. He greeted the generals present and nodded. Then he noticed the empty chair and squinted slightly. This young man was a little too much. The Lord Guard walked straight over.

Just when everyone thought he would do his part, he sat in the chair on the left.

The two looked at each other.

Ning Ping was a little helpless.

Chen Chao smiled and said: "In terms of official position, I am no higher than the general. In terms of seniority, I was once a subordinate of the general, so it doesn't make sense to sit there, does it?"

Ning Ping was about to speak.

Chen Chao continued: "Achievements are not calculated in this way. Whether a person is great or not depends not on what he has done, but on the price he paid to accomplish those things."

"Some guys lost their lives."

Chen Chao said softly: "But I am still alive."