Way of Choices

Listening to this, people froze for a moment before they realized that the old man was really very happy, so he hurried up.

"Father, please think twice!"

Uncle Tang is also in the grain transportation team, holding Mr. Tang's arm to persuade him.

A food team of this size, passing through the Nuorilang Peak overnight and going to Xingxing Gorge, is indeed somewhat risky from a military perspective.

Mrs. Tang was a little displeased by the words and was persuaded to turn around after a while.

He looked at the field in front and the mountain range, as if he had seen the snowy old town thousands of miles away, with tears in his eyes.

"Yes, it has been waiting for a thousand years, so why bother on this day?"

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The longer you wait, the more you can't wait, but if it really lasts for thousands of years, then people's patience will always get better.

The Terran Army now looks very patient. Whether it is the sudden retraction of the Devil’s Army or the inexplicable attacks by the hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors, the frontline of the Terran Army has not been shaken in the slightest, and it seems that it has not turned to City's intent to attack.

"Seeing Gao Huan dead, I suddenly thought that I would die too, so I had to be more secure."

Mrs. Tang looked at Snow Old Town in the distance and said, "I must see the picture of the broken city with my own eyes. I will not allow any accidents."

Chen Changsheng said: "A lot of people want to see that picture with their own eyes."

Mrs. Tang took the hot tea and nodded to Xu Yourong.

The saint made tea herself, and in the world, probably only Mrs. Tang had such treatment.

Xu Yourong knew that Chen Changsheng wanted to say something to Mrs. Tang that was inconvenient to hear, smiled slightly, and left the tent.

The tent was very quiet and lasted a long time until the hot tea in the cup gradually disappeared.

"Tang Thirty-six is ​​not sick, but poisoned."

Chen Changsheng said in looking into the eyes of Mrs.

"The Pope's eyes are like a torch. Naturally, he will not misread it. The poison has little effect, but it will only make him feverish."

Mrs. Tang had no intention of covering up, and admitted the fact very calmly, saying: "The Tang family needs him to live."

He admitted that Chen Changsheng had already guessed the truth of the matter. If he did not reveal it at the time, it meant that he would never reveal it.

Mrs. Tang left the camp and walked towards the hill in the distance.

Xu Yourong returned to the account.

She didn't ask that day, and she won't ask today, but Chen Changsheng felt that she should say something, but she didn't know how to speak.

"Everyone is selfish, especially when he is selfless."

Xu Yourong made a conclusion on this matter with such an ambiguous sentence.

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The Demon Race in the Snow Old City should have known the end of the lone army led by Gao Huan, and soon began to shrink the front line. The Demon Wolf Riding under the cover of the servant army, disengaged from the Human Race's Xuanjia and riding back to the city Here, a small part of the more than 200,000 tribe warriors were accepted into the city, and most of them were left outside.

The chaos gradually subsided, the human race army did not pursue, this sudden decisive battle can already see the end, the tribe warriors stood between the closed city gate and the human race army who was waiting for the battle, the eyes were full of helpless emotions, chaotic and disorderly The atmosphere of despair filled the room.

The morale of the Mozu army has been very low, but the so-called trapped beasts are still fighting. The human race can wait for some time. I believe that the situation will become better as time goes by, especially these tribal warriors outside the city may not fight. Retreat.

I don’t know why. After receiving a piece of information from the Red Eagle, Heming thought about the time for a meal and issued a military order to continue to strengthen the offensive. The West Road Army was asked to get closer as soon as possible.

Many generals and ordinary soldiers do not understand this military order, but they have implemented it resolutely, because before the military order was issued, He Mingshen will go to the camp where Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong are located, and get their support, and the business firm on the hill Zhou, has remained silent.

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Everyone has their own memories. Hundreds of thousands of people have hundreds of thousands of kinds of memories. The memory of the same thing may be similar in outline, but there are often many deviations in details. Guan Feibai always believed that it was a day in mid-September. He was lying in a tent and was treated by a priest from the palace. Then he heard the sound of the city gate being tens of miles away, and opened the curtain to see it. The leaves of that tree are red like bleeding. Cabbage insisted that it was a day in early September, and the wild trees outside the snow old city still had the last green color. The reason why Guan Feibai saw the leaves was red was because he had killed too many demons and had already killed. Red eyes.

Ignore these deviations in specific memories. In short, on a certain day when the autumn is getting stronger, the Terran Army launched a final offensive at Xue Laocheng.

The last Holy Light crossbow shot towards the old snow town like a rainstorm.

A wolf rider, ready to go out of town to meet the tribe warriors, unfortunately crashed into this burst of arrows, causing heavy casualties.

The trebuchet moved like a giant to the field in front of the old snow town. The demons in the city seemed to see the ancestors of the huge Guye family, and their faces were pale.

The mountain-like stones were mixed with gunpowder, whistling through the air, drawing a very high arc, and falling into the city with difficulty, with a muffled sound. More stones directly hit the walls of the old city of Xue, but failed to cause direct damage, but scattered into the sky and fell to the ground, breaking the heads of the tribal warriors.

At the most intense moment of the battle, suddenly two demon forces were killed from the northwest direction-after the Pingbei battalion of the demon tribe came out of Congzhou, they had been wandering on the grassland. It turned out that it was just cover. The real reinforcements of the demon clan actually detoured the grassland of the ancient Xiuling clan and passed through the layers of mountains in the west. Under the cover of the West Road Army, they quietly approached the old city of Xue, just to send the demon to the Devil at the most critical moment. Give a fatal blow.

The demon army met a strong enemy again, the will finally collapsed, more and more tribes collapsed, and fled to the surroundings.

The setting sun dyed the entire grassland red, and Mo Shuai ventured into the camp of the Terran army to turn the tide and try to kill important figures like Chen Changsheng to change the battlefield situation, or to temporarily defeat the Demons. Slow down a bit.

There is a swamp in the south of the city. The dense fog and wind are not dispersed, and the red twilight can't penetrate. Wang Po has been waiting here for the Magic Master for many days.

When the devil took a suicide charge through hundreds of wolves before diving into the camp between the blood and the dead body, Wang Po pulled out his knife.

The bright blade of light ripped through the dense fog above the swamp, illuminating the whole world.

Wang Po didn't attack, and he was very fair and just.

Mo Shuai looked at the big camp in front of his eyes, his eyes showing regret.

The Terran army is forcibly advancing towards the old snow town, and the position of the big camp is also moving forward for dozens of miles.

The figures of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong are clearly visible.

"what!"

The magician made an angry but unwilling roar.

The bodies of the Terran soldiers and Demon soldiers burst around, and a blood rain began.

Blood flowed on the armor, stained with green patina and bright gemstones, exuding a cold and crazy meaning.

He turned around, took out the exaggerated sword from behind, and greeted the bright sword.

There was a crackling noise, and a fissure about several miles appeared in the wilderness. There was a ground spring hidden in it, and there was also fire slurry.

Moshuai shook twice, and quickly stabilized.

His short stature was so tall in everyone's eyes.

He carried a long knife and rushed towards the swamp.

The ground shook, the cold wind broke, and the dense fog was cut open.

The two most powerful knives in the world meet again.

The horrible blade stirred the thick fog like a tornado, and it was quickly blown clean.

Hundreds of thousands of people in the wilderness clearly saw the picture in the swamp.

The black swamp is extremely wet and soft, and the two figures move at high speed, which is impossible to see clearly.

Two blades of light illuminate the world from time to time, blasting the black mud into the sky.

Gradually, many truths that have been covered by the swamp for countless years have appeared. There are many bones in it, there are treasure chests with gold coins, and many secret rooms.

These may have been forgotten history, these may have become the past of the story in the book, directly cut into pieces by these two powerful knives.

Before absolute power, everything becomes meaningless.

With a loud noise, Wang Po's iron knife collided with the demon's sword.

All the water in the swamp was shaken into the air and turned into muddy rain. The soft black mud was also lifted off and landed on the ground for tens of miles. Whether it was a Demon soldier or a human soldier, it was drowned. With his head full of faces, it became smelly and unpleasant.

A ravine over ten miles long appeared on the grassland.

Wang Po stood at the end of the gully, half his body buried under the ground.

His face was pale, two bloods were flowing from the corners of his lips, the hand holding the iron knife shivered slightly, and another gap was added to the blade.

Mo Shuai is not much better, draws a straight white line in the air, and hits the gate of Xue Old Town heavily.

All the demon soldiers on the city wall heard the loud noise and felt the vibration from the city wall.

Mo Shuai spurted out a bit of blood, the blood was slightly connected, and was about to fly back over the city wall, a shadow suddenly fell on his face.

The shadow came from a huge kite.

Under the slanting sun, the kite seemed to be burning.

It is very consistent with the scene in the painting hanging under the kite.

In addition to the painting named Huojialan Temple, there is a person under the kite.

The wind blew on the white paper, clattering.

Xiao Zhang jumped towards the city gate, holding a frost surplus gun in his hand, and a strange cry in his mouth.

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