Royal Road Qingtian

The original situation where mountains and tsunami were attacking from all directions at the same time, one after another; the blood was emptied in an instant, and countless lives were thrown on the battlefield in a few seconds. After the first major retreat of the Wumeng, it changed completely!

The attack mode has changed to a 50,000-strong army attacking each time. One wave will fight one wave and the next wave will follow. The wave-like attack proceeds sequentially. It does not insist on capturing the pass immediately, but it presents an infinite weariness. Situation, bit by bit consumes Star Soul's combat power.

Sacrifice still exists, the battle situation is still tragic, there are still wars in all directions at the same time, and there are still battles everywhere on the border.

But the extreme situation of the actual Armageddon before was gone.

On Xinghun's side, Marshal Silu finally let out a sigh of relief.

"This is the normal agreed war mode..."

The commanders from all directions ordered one after another, and adjusted the combat deployment accordingly.

The real purpose of such a battle, apart from the highest level, only the four generals can know relatively clearly, and the others, even the deputy commander of the fourth army, are completely unaware.

This is an extremely cruel decision!

Use tens of millions, or even billions and tens of billions of lives as a whetstone, and pile up seed masters who can lead to the peak!

Whether it's the Wumeng, or the Star Soul, the sacrificed people are all good men with strong bones, and every one is a man with a strong character!

This decision was so brutal and bloody that it was heinous.

But it was jointly decided by the top leaders of the three continents!

Marshal Dongfang patrols the barracks every night, inspecting the soldiers who are about to go to battle. Every minute and every second, his heart hurts like a knife.

But he can't say, can't stop, but must encourage.

Just this morning.

The commanders from all directions gathered in the Eastern Barracks.

Marshal Dongfang held a banquet, and the four of them gathered on the top of the mountain, so they were the only ones to attend the meeting, and there was no one else.

The four sat down, everyone was speechless.

"Now this matter is so complete... It's like I'm going to send my brothers to die with my own hands."

The first person to speak was Bei Gonghao, the Grand Marshal of Bei Gong.

This rough-looking man's face was full of grief: "I feel ashamed! Every time after a battle, looking at the long list of dead, page after page, I feel like there are countless knives in my heart. Cutting! I'm sorry for them..."

Ximen Lie drank heavily, his face was also gloomy, and he remained silent for a long time.

Nan Zhengqian bowed his head to drink, but he didn't speak, but he was panting heavily.

Marshal Dongfang sullenly said angrily, "Keep your voice down, what are you yelling about? What time is it now? Everything we do now is laying the foundation for the future."

"Without the baptism of the current bloody battle, how can we deal with the monster clan that is about to return? If we don't rely on the current bloody battle, the waves wash away the sand, and the gravel yields real gold. What hope is there in the future?"

"Don't I know that the brothers suffered heavy casualties? But there is no way to do it! All of you, have you forgotten the tragic situation when the star soul was weak and reduced to the mainland?"

"The current bloody battle, the current efforts are to prevent the Star Soul from returning to the old way, no matter how many sacrifices are made, it should be done! Do you think the throne will make such a strategy feel good?"

"The old man will bear the eternal infamy for this. Are you so miserable now? I look down on you!"

Bei Gonghao swallowed a large vat of wine, his eyes were blood red, he beat his chest with both hands, and roared in a low voice: "I understand the reasons and reasons, but the ones who died were all my brothers. My brother is dead, can't I be sad?!"

"Hey, now it's not just your brother who died, comrades-in-arms, which one is not a brother?"

Nan Zhengqian glanced at Bei Gonghao coldly: "Why? You mourn your brother, is it to show your deep affection? Or are those brothers who died in distress more important than the whole continent and the reproduction of the entire human race? They The death is to tide over the hardships together,

Their heroic spirits are immortal, and they only feel that they are infinitely glorious. They want you to piss here? "

Bei Gonghao was stunned, and as expected he stopped crying bitterly, and instead gulped down wine.

Marshal Dongfang stood up with his hands behind his back, and said softly: "Beigong, if... this matter is only a matter of high-level secret discussions and does not tell us the truth, we are only in charge of directing the battle, and we don't even know that there is such a thing in it. Would you still feel so uncomfortable if you agreed on it?"

Bei Gonghao was stunned when he heard the words, even Ximen Lie was also stunned.

They both said that they understood the truth, but in fact they still couldn't figure it out more or less in their bones, but in today's meeting, it was Nan Zhengqian and Dongfang Zhengyang who were committed to doing ideological work for them.

In the face of the fall of countless soldiers, Nan Zhengqian and Dongfang Zhengyang were heartbroken, but this ideological work had to be done, had to be done.

"If I didn't know why at all, I would naturally be able to command with ease, and I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable about sacrifices. This is the truth of war, an unavoidable reality..."

Bei Gonghao said sadly: "But the biggest problem is that I know now, so I have a feeling of betraying my brother..."

"This is a necessary process!"

Nan Zhengqian said calmly: "Didn't the seniors use endless sacrifices in exchange for the throne, the emperor and the future of the demon ancestor. The emperor and the demon ancestor are also in the sea of ​​corpses and blood. grew up."

"That time, to put it best, it was the first wave of Gu raising plan."

"Use everyone's flesh and blood and souls in exchange for peak talents who can aspire to the top, compete against the great witch, and restrict the Seven Swords!"

"Even higher-level enemies and opponents that need to be faced in the future!"

"Even if there is no so-called plan, this Gu raising plan will still go on and continue!!"

Nan Zhengqian said slowly: "It is precisely because of the appearance of the emperor, that they have been able to withstand it...the seniors at the beginning were able to put down their burdens, no longer suppress their injuries, fought happily, and passed away generously! "

"Then I would like to ask, in fact, each of the seniors can live again. According to their cultivation base, even if they have been compared by the throne, they are still better than us now? Suppressing injuries for hundreds of years Thousands of years, it can still be done, in these times, there may not be no chance to restore the condition, why would they ask for death and never return it?"

Nan Zhengqian said indifferently: "I guess they also think that they used human blood to create the emperor and others, but they have something to be ashamed of in their hearts. That's why they chose the last battle and returned in a flash!"

This remark made the hearts of the other three people, including Marshal Dongfang, tremble suddenly.

Think back to the worst time back then...

Nan Zhengqian's statement does not mean that there is a great possibility!

But... it's the truth!

"Quan Zuo and others took advantage of the momentum, and they supported the Star Soul with their hands. Since then, the Star Soul Continent has the qualifications to negotiate with the Wumeng Daomeng; and then there are Yumo, Qinsha, Daoling, etc... ...their appearance. Afterwards, the rise of Left and Right Heavenly Kings and Fairy Baiyun, who are worthy of confrontation with the Great Witch! And this level is beyond our comprehension."

"However, when a new wave of catastrophe is approaching, isn't it time to plan ahead again? This kind of thing, you do sad, I do sad, you don't do it, I don't do it, but let Who will do it? Waiting for the return of the Demon League, and let the Star Soul Human Race become the fate of the inferior race!?"

Nan Zhengqian focused on Dongfang Zhengyang.

Bei Gonghao and Ximen Lie also became thoughtful.

"Back then, even us, didn't we fight out one after another, is it any different from the current situation?"

Nan Zhengqian said: "How many comrades in arms who fought beside us are left today? How many batches of brothers and generations have we survived?"

"If the battles in those years were for our rise, how many people died for our rise? Are there hundreds of millions!?"

Nan Zhenggan sneered and said: "At that time, when the left and right heavenly kings commanded the battle, they didn't feel uncomfortable? But what can they do? This is an inevitable process, and people must be sent up. Only by fighting bloody battles one after another can we make people feel better. Until the real strong stand out! What do you keep saying that you are sad, and you can’t bear to see your comrades in arms die? Are you trying to escape responsibility? With your little heart, you can come to this day, right?!"

Bei Gonghao fell silent.

What Nan Zhenggan said made sense, even if it wasn't a plan to raise Gu, it was a plan to raise Gu.

"Compassion does not control soldiers, righteousness does not manage money. Nan Shuai is right. This is an inevitable process. Personal emotions are insignificant before the current general trend!"

Marshal Dongfang let out a sigh of relief.

"Then why do you have to let us know? Why don't you just say nothing, let's keep our heads in suspense?"

Bei Gonghao still couldn't figure it out: "Anyway, those who should stand out will still stand out... Now that I know the inside story, I feel depressed and uncomfortable, and the two harm each other."

"This time is different from then."

Marshal Dongfang finally straightened out.

He glanced at Nan Zhengqian, it seems that this guy came back from the capital, is he here to be a teacher for the three of us?

Since Marshal Dongfang made an interface, Nan Zhenggan stopped talking.

Because, as long as Dongfang Zhengyang understands, he must speak in a more orderly and rigorous manner than himself, there is no doubt about it.

Among the four generals, the Eastern Marshal has always had the most right to speak and the most powerful!

"Why is it different?"

"Originally we were just fighting the Wumeng; and everyone knows what the Wumeng looks like. If it weren't for the fact that the physical strength is too strong, and the overall strength is far superior to ours, I am afraid that they have been wiped out by us in these years. The reason why they can maintain The way it is now is because there are too few people in the Wumeng who use their brains..."