Martial Cultivator

In the north of Xinliuzhou, heavy snow fell, and the original official road was no longer visible. When pedestrians stepped on it, the snow would submerge their knees, making it extremely difficult to move.

But even so, there was a long dragon on the official road, trying to move forward.

That was the state army from the south of Daliang. The closest one was from Changpingzhou. As for when the state army of Changpingzhou began to march to the north of Xinliuzhou with difficulty, some state armies from Yingzhou and Xinliuzhou headquarters gradually gathered behind them.

Although the southern state armies such as Huanglongzhou and Bailuzhou have not yet entered Xinliuzhou, they are also rushing to the north.

Before the war was not so intense, the state government sent troops to the north and selected soldiers who met the standards. Now, at a glance, there are actually some unfamiliar faces in the state army of Changpingzhou alone.

In the state army of Xinliuzhou, in fact, apart from the majority, there are some soldiers who are particularly conspicuous, because most of them have broken an arm, or have scars on their faces that can be seen at a glance, and their age is probably over 40.

These soldiers are obviously the old soldiers who left the border army at the beginning. Now they have joined the team again under the needs of the court and the northern border. They are going back to the place where they have fought for many years and will sacrifice their lives there.

The generals at the front of the team are riding on tall war horses. Although they will move faster than the infantry, it is also extremely limited.

This makes them look a little irritated.

One of the middle-aged generals with dark complexion took a deep breath and asked, "If we keep going like this, can we reach the northern border within the stipulated time?"

He was Chang Fangyuan, the general of Changping Prefecture, and the commander of the army. After receiving the document from the general's mansion, he assembled 100,000 infantrymen from his prefecture and marched to the northern border in the shortest possible time. When he arrived in Xinliu Prefecture, he added another 50,000 infantrymen. Now there are 150,000 infantrymen, all under his command, rushing to the northern border overnight.

"General, let's not talk about whether we can reach the northern border within the stipulated time. Even if we do, I'm afraid our brothers will be exhausted. Is it still useful?"

A deputy general had snow on his head and worried eyes.

He was not afraid of death, and he didn't care too much about military orders. He was just thinking about whether this thing could be done.

If going there would be a way to die, then what's the point of going there?

Chang Fangyuan said expressionlessly, "You don't have to worry about these. We just need to get to where we should be as soon as possible. As for whether we will die or something else, I only have one thing to say, that is, even if we die, we must die where the General's Mansion tells us to die."

They didn't expect the war in the north to be so difficult, but since it is already such a situation, what else can they do?

"Is it possible to tell the General's Mansion that we will deploy defenses in the north of Xinliuzhou? If the demons break through the Great Wall, we will fight them in the north, and there may be a glimmer of hope."

Another deputy general spoke up. He was also an old general who was familiar with military books. In fact, he also understood that what they were doing now was something that could not be done.

"No, once the Great Wall of the North is broken, Xinliuzhou will be a large plain with no strategic location to defend. At that time, our 150,000 infantrymen can only wait to die. No matter what, we can't be here."

A deputy general with a terrible scar on his face shook his head. He was a soldier of the border army, so he naturally understood how important the Great Wall of the North was to them.

Chang Fangyuan did not participate in their argument. He just turned his head and looked at the infantrymen who were walking hard in the snow. He took a deep breath and said, "The order from the General's Mansion is a dead order. The letter from the Ministry of War of the Imperial Court was delivered to me a few days ago. There is only one sentence: at all costs, we must rush to the place where the General's Mansion wants us to go. Apart from that, there is nothing else."

"Don't say anything else. Let the soldiers speed up. If we lose this war, what will be the consequences and the price? To put it in a big way, you and I will be called sinners in the history books. To put it in a small way, your wife and I will be raped by monsters, and your children will become their food. Can you afford this price?"

After hearing this, several deputy generals stopped talking. This is not a war that can be resolved by losing some, but once it is lost, Daliang may no longer exist. The nine states of Daliang are full of crying and tragic consequences.

In the best case, their compatriots and children will become slaves of the monsters. In the worst case, the entire human race will become history.

No matter which one it was, they would not accept it, because they were soldiers of Daliang, and it was their mission to defend the country.

"It's just... going on like this is really..."

A general spoke in a low voice, but before he finished speaking, he saw that the snow on the official road ahead was much shallower than here.

From the scene, someone drove the original snow to the sides, forming a low snow valley here.

The key is that this snow valley is not only a few miles long, but you can't see the end at a glance.

"What's going on?"

All the generals who are familiar with military books, how could they not be suspicious at this moment? Could it be that the demon tribe has infiltrated and set an ambush in front?

But soon, they were stunned.

Because on both sides of the snow valley, there were countless people, men, women, young and old, holding their own brooms and shovels, trying to maintain a road that had been opened up.

A middle-aged official wearing a green official robe and some government officials shouted from a distance: "Please leave Xinliuzhou, I have been ordered by the governor to open a road. General, please feel free to pass and go to the north quickly!"

As the man opened his mouth, more people emerged from the surrounding snow, and they all looked at the soldiers coming from the south.

Most of the people were panting, their hands were red from the cold, and some of the people who were not wearing thick enough clothes were still trembling. But at this moment, when they saw the state army that was going to the north, they were full of anticipation.

Some women, in particular, have already wet their eyes. Their men may have died in the north.

Chang Fangyuan's eyes were moist and he clasped his fists heavily, "Thank you so much to the folks in New Liuzhou!"

In this regard, neither the common people nor the driver said anything, but continued to clear the snow.

And all around, more people were walking north with tools in hand. They might be planning to clean up until they reached the Great Wall of the North.

The army entered the Snow Valley and continued to move northward. The speed became faster. The eyes of the soldiers were full of determination. No one spoke, but the morale that had been somewhat lost due to the heavy snow had completely filled their bodies again at this moment.

"General, hold on!"

A skinny old man spoke on the side of the road. He looked at Chang Fangyuan on horseback and spoke with difficulty.

The rest of the people lowered their heads and cleared the snow, but almost at the same time they said, "We must guard it."

"Thank you for your hard work."

"You all must come back alive."

"Kill those stupid monsters!"

The sounds came one after another, coming out in the heavy snow.

Chang Fangyuan pulled the reins and said loudly: "Don't worry, everyone, we, the warriors, don't understand any other principles. We only understand one thing, death!"

"May our blood be sprinkled on the top of the city, and we will not let the monsters cross the top of the city, step on an inch of my land in Daliang, and kill any of the people in Daliang!"

After saying this, he immediately turned around and roared: "Speed ​​up the march, don't delay, go north quickly!"

As Chang Fangyuan said these words, the soldiers, who had almost reached the critical point, now felt like their legs were filled with lead, and they once again burst out with infinite strength, increasing their marching speed again.

I'm afraid that at this moment, all the soldiers have the same idea.

If we die in the north, these people can live, then let us die.

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Above the city.

As the demon clan attacks the city again, this place is already in danger.

After several rounds of the divine crossbow, some demon monks were killed, but more demon monks had already jumped onto the city and began to slaughter the few soldiers.

Cao Ning is dead.

He died in the hands of a demon monk. Before he died, he chopped off the other person's arm with a knife, but he still failed to stop the other person from decapitating his head.

His head was rolling on the ground, and the blood kept flowing.

His blood and Pao Ze's blood were stained together, and they could no longer be distinguished.

Ning Ping cut off the head of a big demon at this moment, but he was almost exhausted at the same time. A Fuyun big demon punched the city head hard. Ning Ping gritted his teeth and stepped forward and punched out, but his That punch, in front of the opponent, was like a cricket shaking a tree.

At this moment, the terrifying demonic energy fell down without any hindrance and landed on his body.

The warrior's body was the most powerful among the monks in the world, but he could not stop Fuyun Demon's full blow.

With just this punch, Ning Ping's internal organs were shattered into pieces.

The body of the northern general was not broken into pieces, but his vitality had begun to dissipate.

All his orifices began to bleed, and soon his face was covered in blood.

The blood blurred his vision, making it difficult for him to see ahead, but he still raised his hand and crushed a demon monk who came to him.

After doing all this, he was powerless.

However, Ning Ping did not let himself fall down, but leaned against the side of the city wall, breathing heavily.

At this moment, Ning Ping was already breathing out more and taking in less air.

This man who was once the garrison envoy of Daliang and now the general of the Northern Territory, who had occupied the two highest military attaché positions in the Daliang Dynasty, laughed a little at himself.

Then his eyes were full of guilt.

He has accomplished many things in his life, but if this thing is not accomplished, all the previous things will be meaningless.

At the end of his life, the northern general just spoke softly and said with difficulty: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

A few years ago, he watched His Majesty the Emperor, whom he admired most, leave before his eyes. At that time, he thought about guarding the beam for him and preventing the demon clan from going south.

But in the end... it wasn't done.

He was very sorry, helpless, and even more angry, but it was all meaningless.

He took one last longing look at the city head, and then slowly closed his eyes.

It is said that the last thing that disappears is hearing.

The last words Ning Ping heard were not the laughter of the demon clan, but a weak but firm voice.

"Xinliu and Changping Prefecture armies are rushing to our aid according to...the military order of the General's Office!"