After Wang Po and the Demon Commander clashed, the first to move was not the Prince of Xiang, who had jumped out of the sun, nor was it Black Robe, who had been hiding behind a crafty scheme. It was Divine General He Ming.
He rubbed his tired face and walked to the door of the Central Army Tent, gazing into the distance.
The wolf cavalry had stopped their attacks, transforming into streams of darkness that retreated into the darkness beneath Mount Nuorilang.
The Demon Commander had fled in defeat, the Prince of Xiang had followed, and the Mount Li Sect Master had pursued.
Huai Ren was sitting on the ground recovering from her injuries, Mao Qiuyu was blocking the Third and Eighth Demon Generals, and Wang Po was standing motionless.
The duke of Xuelao City landed on the grassland, kicking up mud as he struggled to his feet. His body was covered in wounds, and he looked like he was about to die.
"You are the commander-in-chief of the Human race?"
The duke stared at Divine General He Ming, madness in his eyes as he said, "Then your luck today is truly very bad."
Although he was about to die, although He Ming was also a Star Condensation expert, the threshold to the Divine Domain was truly very high. He really could still kill Divine General He Ming.
The girls of South Stream Temple surrounded the Central Army Tent like scattered white flowers.
They had not expected this expert of the Divine Domain to fall from the sky, and for a moment, they were rather flustered.
Ye Xiaolian was not panicked. She clearly shouted, "Withdraw!"
Divine General He Ming said, "Disperse!"
His voice was very calm, but it was also very firm.
Ye Xiaolian was very confused, even angry, but when she recalled the temple master's orders, she clenched her teeth and yelled, "All disciples, disperse!"
White flowers bloomed and drifted away, the surrounding tents collapsing with them.
Several hundred crossbowmen, armed with Sacred Light crossbows, aimed at the blood-covered duke of Xuelao City.
Several hundred crossbow bolts imbued with Sacred Light shot out, forming a pillar of light several feet wide that pierced through his body.
The majority of the duke's demon body had vanished.
He lowered his head to look at his own body, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Dense footsteps shattered the silence as the cavalry returned from the battlefield.
Before the crowd could even get over the shock and astonishment brought about by the sight before them, they heard an even more shocking order.
Divine General He Ming ordered, "We will depart in sixty seconds."
A deputy general asked in shock, "Milord, where?"
Divine General He Ming replied, "Of course, Xuelao City."
He said this very matter-of-factly.
Ye Xiaolian was very shocked. She suddenly recalled the young master of the Tang clan on the Divine Avenue many years ago, and then she recalled the Senior Su Li that the temple master would occasionally mention.
The specific arrangements were naturally left to the staff officers and other generals. Divine General He Ming walked back to the tent and came to the gloomy corner. He softly said, "It's been hard on the Holy Maiden."
Xu Yourong opened her eyes and looked at him, asking, "How confident are you?"
For the past few days, she had not closed her eyes for many days and nights. She was extremely exhausted.
Today, she had wanted to have a good sleep, but in the end, she had been dragged into the storeroom by the Mount Li Sect Master to chat with. With great difficulty, the Mount Li Sect Master had left, so she had hidden herself here. Leaning against the box, she had wanted to take a nap, but before she could sleep for long, the battle outside had ended, and someone had come to bother her.
She hadn't slept well, so she wasn't in a good mood. Naturally, she spoke rudely.
Divine General He Ming thought it over and said, "Thirty percent."
Xu Yourong thought about it and said, "That's enough."
Divine General He Ming sighed ruefully, "Discussing matters with the Holy Maiden is truly delightful."
Xu You Rong said: "You're right, if it's Chen Chang Sheng who comes, then it'll be troublesome."
She took out an object made of bronze from her sleeve.
It was the magical artifact Shang Xingzhou had made from the Clear Sky Mirror.
She was not intending to contact the capital, because the other magical artifact was not in Chen Chang Sheng's hands, but in Xue He's.
She told Xue He two things.
First, the Prince of Xiang was heavily injured and would not be able to return to the West Nine Camp in the short term.
Second, Commander-in-Chief He Ming had requested that the entire Western Army advance. Within three days, they had to reach the center of the Bunun Highlands and capture Soluo City.
Xue He was probably well aware of the meaning of these two words.
And he had obtained the joint guarantee of Divine General He Ming and Xu Yourong.
Just as expected, later that day, Xue He went to the Right Camp, seized the Prince of Xiang's military authority, and then led the West Nine Camp north.
The Central Army and Eastern Army also began to move.
The fastest was the vanguard of the Eastern Army, the North Third Camp.
They marched for a day and night, bypassing the Starry Gorge and seizing the Five Platforms River, thus seizing the most important military pass on the southern side of the Bunun Highlands.
With this as a breakthrough point, the human army advanced with unimaginable speed, forcefully cutting the second defense line of the demons into three.
The most important factor was time. The seventeen days lost in the first campaign had been completely seized back in this process.
Black Robe's strategy could be described as a complete failure.
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Chen Changsheng put down the file in his hand and fell into a daze.
Reading on paper, he still felt it to be shallow.
The North Third Camp of the Left Army marched for a day and night, bypassing the Starry Gorge and seizing the Five Platforms River.
It was just a short sentence on paper, but in the real world, what sort of heroic and courageous story was this?
"The most important reason is that when the demons attacked, the North Third Camp did not suffer any losses."
Gou Hanshi thought of the three names at the very top of the list of military achievements and smiled.
It was not because they had rendered a great service or won glory for Mount Li, but because they were still alive and well.
Crucially, why did those several thousand vultures that had flown out of the cliff suddenly fall to the plains and burn themselves to death?
The officers and soldiers on the front lines could not understand this problem, and Liang Banhu had also expressed his confusion in the private message he had sent back.
Seeing Chen Changsheng's expression, Gou Hanshi vaguely guessed at the truth, but since Chen Changsheng did not mention it, it was not convenient for him to say anything.
Although the story between the Pope and his Protector had not caused a ruckus, everyone who needed to know knew.
After all, starting from that autumn, no one had seen that black-clothed girl at Chen Changsheng's side.
When he thought about how she had left the warm islands of the south and gone to the snowy plains that her father had once set foot on, Chen Changsheng felt rather complex.
Then he noticed that Gou Hanshi was smirking at him.
He felt rather awkward. Thinking of something, he changed the subject.
"What did that demon freak in the cliff constantly shout before he died?"
"Didn't Su Li leave?"
"Mm?"
Gou Hanshi said with a smile, "I'm saying that this is what that demon shouted. He should be a member of the Ghost Driving Tribe of the Demon race, most skilled at controlling monsters. He's even more terrifying than the Shamans of the south. I heard that he was pursued by Martial Granduncle for many years and was already extinct. I didn't think that he would still be alive. "
Why had Su Li pursued the Ghost Driving Tribe?
There were no records in the Mount Li Sword Sect, so Gou Hanshi did not know and Chen Changsheng could not guess.
They glanced at each other and thought of a possibility.
Perhaps Su Li had seen the importance of that tribe to the war several hundred years ago?
Perhaps it really was like this.
Because before he left this world, Su Li had always been fighting the demons.
It was not fighting, but war.
What about that fellow who had been fighting the demons since he was born?
Chen Changsheng very much wanted to know just where Zhexiu was.
Gou Hanshi was also very concerned, because Zhexiu was now Mount Li's son-in-law.
The front lines had their own methods of recording military achievements.
What they now knew was that Zhexiu had killed ten-some demon soldiers since the start of the war.
To an ordinary soldier, this was already a military achievement worth being proud of, but it seemed rather strange when placed on Zhexiu.
His abilities were definitely not limited to this.
Just where was he? What was he doing?
"It seems that I'll have to go early."
Chen Changsheng said to Gou Hanshi.
In the spring, Gou Hanshi had said to him that he could only leave the capital when he could see Xuelao City.
Although those three cavalrymen could already see Xuelao City, the human army was still very far away. Why did he have to go now?
Because although the human army had obtained victory in this battle, in other aspects, the demons had also barely managed to achieve their objectives.
The vast majority of the human experts of the Divine Domain, Wang Po included, had suffered heavy injuries and would not be able to fight again in the short term.
At a time like this, it was very easy for a soldier's mentality to become unstable, because experts of the Divine Domain represented confidence.
If Chen Changsheng appeared on the front lines now, he would be extremely effective in stabilizing the morale of the army.
If Xu Yourong appeared with him, the effect would be even more obvious.
Chen Changsheng said, "As long as His Majesty is in the Imperial Palace, the capital will not fall into chaos, nor will the hearts of the people."
This time, Gou Hanshi did not object.
Because the current situation was already very different from the spring.
The capital had already welcomed the true summer.
As the wind blew through the city, it was filtered by the Luo River and the willow trees by the river, cooling it down a little. However, when it encountered the red walls of the palace, it became hot and dry.
Mo Yu's face was slightly red and her temples were a little sweaty. Her left hand was constantly fanning herself with a handkerchief. The button around her neck was not properly fastened, revealing a portion of her pure white skin.
Chen Changsheng sat across from her. As he gazed at the tea in his cup, he felt like a flower was about to bloom.
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