Chapter 1139: I'm going to snow old town

Gou Hanshi was silent for a while, and said, "I know who he is."
Liang Hongzhuang is Liang Wangsun's younger brother. There is another hidden relationship between him and Lishan Jianzong. He is a member of Liang Banhu and Liang Xiaoxiao.
The two were silent, and the stone room was quiet.
As they discussed earlier, this time there may be unexpected losses, some people who should not die so early in their eyes... die.
Liang Hongzhuang is such a person. He is an important figure in King Liang's mansion, and he is also a master of the starry world.
Not many days before the war began, according to past laws, it was far from the tragic stage. As a result, he died like this.
Chen Changsheng and Liang Hongzhuang have met three times and have said dozens of words. They are not familiar, but they are people they know.
There are many people he knows on the battlefield, such as Tang 36, King of Linghai, teachers and students of Guojiao College, such as Chu Wenbin, and her.
But Gou Hanshi also has many people who know him, Guan Feibai, Liang Banhu, Chinese Cabbage, Jiantang's uncle, and Tian Nan.
"Sorry, you should not persuade me." Chen Changsheng said to Gou Hanshi.
Gou Hanshi said: "You should have guessed, these words are for me to tell you."
Chen Changsheng looked at the string of stones on his wrist and said, "She could have said this to me personally."
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The former Xunyang City guard Feng Guijun once worried about whether he could withstand the continuous night attack of the Mozu and whether he could see the morning light the next day.
It turns out that all of his worries are superfluous.
His team failed to survive the first wave of attacks, and just as the night arrived, they were breached by the crazy Demon soldiers.
The number of Demon soldiers is too much.
After seeing the Kuroshio in the wilderness through the starlight, he and all human soldiers groaned in their hearts.
Liang Hongzhuang didn't moan, there was no fear on his face, there was no Qingxiao or Changxiao, nor did he sing a strong song, so he killed the black tide.
It is also proved that brave people always receive good blessings.
The rescue arrived in time, and the cavalry led by Peng Shihai personally successfully changed the whole battle situation, saving these soldiers who had stood for two days and two nights.
There are fierce battles everywhere on the grassland, and most of the cases are fighting on their own. The rescue here is naturally related to the important people here.
Although it was sent to death by the court, the court was reluctant to see Xunyang City staying so early, let alone Liang Hongzhuang.
The bonfire was ignited again, illuminating the meadow.
Demon soldiers have lost their minds, so there is no need to worry about being attacked.
The surviving sergeants were surrounded by the campfire, and there was no expression on the face.
More than ten white offerings fluttered on the meadow, looking like beautiful white flowers, attracting a lot of attention.
The teachers and students of the 13th Division of Qingyao searched around the surviving wounded people, used drugs to give timely treatment, and occasionally saw the clear light brought by Holy Light.
Regrettably, in such a tragic war, it is difficult to find too many wounded people, and the remains of human soldiers are everywhere on the meadow.
Until the end, no one found Liang Hongzhuang.
When Qianxun Chengfeng Fengjun was found, there was blood all over his body, his expression was extremely stunned, and he kept talking to himself.
"Ah, alas...why, why?"
No one understood what he wanted to say, and no one knew why he had become like this.
Feng Guijun clearly remembered what happened just now.
Liang Hongzhuang carried an iron gun and rushed towards the black tide formed by the demon soldiers, and was soon obliterated.
He has really been scared for many years, and he wants to turn around and run, but the experience of these days tells him that the current Demon soldier has become a real beast. There is no reason to say that if you don’t kill the other party, you will Keep running after you.
And he is Xunyang City Guard after all.
It used to be Xunyang City Guard.
Now he is a general.
He shouted, and took the soldiers around him, and killed the Demon soldiers.
Afterwards, he basically forgot about it. He only remembered that he kept waving his blade, fell, and then climbed up. At first, he could still feel the pain from his body. Later, he could not even feel the pain, but just felt The knife in his hand became heavier and heavier and heavier.
Just when he was exhausted, and wished he could not care about anything, so when he fell asleep, he suddenly heard the sound from the distant night.
The reinforcements are here!
He was refreshed and forced his last strength to rush towards the periphery, but he fell into despair behind the meadow.
Dozens of Demon soldiers had just rushed here from the night, and the herringbone-shaped mouth had a smelly saliva dripping with eyes.
Just when he thought he and his personal soldiers would die, he suddenly saw a man among the demon soldiers.
Liang Hongzhuang stood up, leaning on an iron gun and crumbling.
Feng Guiqun wanted to call Liang Hongzhuang to run, but could not make a sound.
Liang Hongzhuang did not run.
He chose to explode.
Youfu, together with the real elements in 108 Qiqiao, erupted at the same time.
A silver firework illuminated the meadow.
The fiery and sacred starlight instantly tore the bodies of those demon soldiers.
For monks, this is the most tragic death, the most painful farewell.
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"Why not, it's not a death."
"I didn't say I didn't want to die. Why did I hurt myself so much?"
Feng Guijun sat down on the grass.
"General Feng?"
A woman in a white ceremonial dress came to him.
The curtain covered her face, making her voice somewhat elusive.
Feng Guijun ignored her.
A black light flashed through.
Feng Guijun's palm was pierced by a small hairpin, leaving a delicate blood hole.
Just the right pain finally woke him up, but it didn't make him scream.
Still by the starlight, this time did not see the tide-like Demon soldiers, but saw a very beautiful face, but also shocked him.
"Is... you?"
Feng Guijun asked with a trembling voice, and he cried the next moment.
"You should save him."
The woman ignored him and said indifferently: "Congratulations, you have two choices now, you have been proved to be brave in battle, the crimes you have committed have been redeemed, you can return to Xunyang City, of course Can no longer be a city guard, but can live as an ordinary people."
Feng Guijun looked sad and asked, "The second one?"
The woman said, "You can stay, follow the army and continue to advance northwards after the injury is fixed."
Feng Guijun did not speak for a long time.
Anyone else should know how to choose these two options.
If it was half an hour ago, he would also make a decision very easily.
Now, he feels very difficult.
He knew that the other party would not deceive himself, because that was what the other party did not bother to do.
"I choose the second one."
His voice trembled slightly, apparently still terrified.
The woman was surprised and asked, "Why?"
Feng Guijun raised his head and looked at her seriously and asked, "I heard that there is an opera in Xue Old Town?"
The woman nodded.
Feng Guijun said: "I want to go there to hear what is different from Luling Jin's and Jushui Zhang's singing."
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Feng Guiqun was sent to a large camp in the south to heal the wounded, along with the severely wounded who had been found.
After the injury, they can choose to return to the team or they can choose to go home.
The teachers and students of the 13th Division of Qingyao stayed on the battlefield and continued to look for the wounded and heal the soldiers.
At some moments, the faint herbal fragrance even masked the and rancid smell.
It is those holy lights that make people feel most calm and peaceful.
The rescue work continued until the day.
Regardless of the multiple injuries, as long as they are found, they can basically be cured, and sometimes even a miracle.
The battle is a bit off.
The demon soldiers in a radius of more than a hundred were killed.
The striker rectified on the spot, but strangely, in addition to the red eagle going to the big camp, there were many red geese falling in this meadow, and many fast horses arrived one after another in the afternoon.
A news gradually spread among tens of thousands of soldiers.
Her Highness is on the meadow.
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Xu Yourong walked towards the front of the meadow.
Wherever she went through, the golden flames burned the bodies of the rotten Demon soldiers into blue smoke.
The identity has been discovered, and naturally there is no need to hide it.
The fresh breeze Xu Lai, smoke away, the grassland regained a clear.
More than ten cavalrymen were waiting in front.
The meadows on both sides were covered with soldiers, and the wounded also struggled to kneel, and their faces were full of piety and luck.
Is it possible to get the holy lady's personal treatment?
The cavalry who came from all over the place represented the meaning of many generals, and some of them also meant the meaning of some big figures in Kyoto.
They are all messengers and want to persuade Xu Yourong to return to Beijing quickly.
The most important reason is, of course, safety.
Everyone knows that the saint is the blood of the heavenly phoenix and the true genius of monasticism. Although she is young, she is half a sacred.
But here is a battlefield full of death and killing. The Pope is not around her, which makes people feel a little uneasy.
Another important reason is that Nanxi Zhai Jianzhen is not beside her.
The disciples of Nanxizhai were not in the Nanda camp at this time, but in the more distant and most important Chinese military account, responsible for protecting the head coach of the Northern Expedition.
The cavalrymen knelt down one after another, begging for the saint to return to Beijing soon.
Xu Yourong didn't even look at them. He received a letter from a Nanxizhai female disciple.
The female disciple came both day and night, and was very tired. He sat on the ground and began to meditate. One can imagine that this letter is very important.
This letter comes from the Chinese military account, but not from the coach, and has nothing to do with Kyoto, but Ye Xiaolian wrote.
Nanxizhai Jianzhen, who is keeping the military account, is now under her command. For this reason, she knows a lot of secret news.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some big figures just want to pass the information to Xu Yourong accurately through her.
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Many big figures, including those gods, have always known that the saint is on the battlefield.
In the fierce battles of the past few days, she took the teachers and students of the 13th Division of the Qingyao and ran across the battlefields, not knowing how many soldiers were saved.
Why didn't these big figures break through in those days, but today they stood up and begged her to return to Beijing in the name of security?
The explanation given by Ye Xiaolian in the letter is that there are too many wounded people rescued by Xu Yourong on the meadow today.
It is impossible to rely on Holy Light alone to save so many wounded and dying people, the Holy Girl must have used that kind of medicine.
A few days ago, she must have used that kind of medicine, but the amount used is not too much, everyone can bear it.
Today, she uses too much medicine, and everyone can't help but want to ask her to leave.
In fact, everyone thinks that the decentralization power of this medicine should not be in her hands-the virgin loves the world, and sees who is injured and wants to save at any cost, but if the medicine is used up on ordinary soldiers, What if God will be injured in the future? What if the lord is dying?
This sounds cruel, but here is the battlefield. This is war. There should be rules for the allocation of any resources, life and death but absolute importance.
There have been no battles in these years, and the palace has cancelled the rules of the monthly distribution of Zhu Sha Dan. Only a simple calculation is needed to think of how many Chu Sha Dan has been accumulated now.
Zhu Shadan's distribution of power is in the hands of the palace, but in specific implementation, always consult the frontline general.
If it is a time of peace, the will of these big men represented by the cavalry cannot shake her. But now is the time of war, the status of the army is getting higher and higher, and the intentions of the generals are reasonable from a certain perspective, and they have also given her enough respect.
So what kind of answer would she make?
Xu Yourong reached out and slowly took off the veil, revealing that perfect face.
The surrounding grasslands became quieter.
Only the Nanxizhai girl standing nearby could see the tiredness between her eyebrows.
She looked at the cavalry.
The breeze was blowing through the long grass on the field, making waves like waves.
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