This spear seemed ordinary and unremarkable, even inferior to Xiao Zhang's own spear.
But a spear that could injure Black Robe was assuredly extraordinary.
This was the legendary Frost God Spear that Emperor Taizong had once used, ranked on the top of the Legendary Tier.
"In the end, your efforts are futile. All of you will inevitably fail."
Leaving behind these cold words, Black Robe transformed into a cloud of black mist that dissipated from the chaotic battlefield.
Xiao Zhang wanted to pursue, but his body swayed and he almost fell to the ground.
It seemed that his kite attack on Xuelao City a few days ago was true, and his heavy injuries were also true.
But he didn't know when Shang Xingzhou had picked him up.
"Exchanging a kite for this spear for ten years, do you think it's worth it?"
"Of course it's worth it."
Xiao Zhang stroked the spear, his expression rather excited.
To be able to personally hold the Frost God Spear was the dream of every spear user, and he was no exception.
Shang Xingzhou shook his head.
In his view, this was naturally casting pearls before swine.
In truth, he had never believed that anyone had the right to use the weapon left behind by Emperor Taizong.
But defeating the demons was urgent, and Xiao Zhang was the strongest spear user, so he could only reluctantly let him use it.
Xiao Zhang raised his head to the distance where Black Robe had vanished and warily said, "I don't think that this matter is that simple."
He had hidden in the carriage for several days, not letting out the slightest sound. He had built up his strength for a long time, and even with the power of the Frost God Spear, he had still failed to kill Black Robe. This was related to his heavy injuries, and it was also because Black Robe was too strong. But there was another possibility: Black Robe had never used his full strength from the very start.
"The demons truly do want me to die, even if it's just a few dozen days early. But this is not important enough for them to leave the city and start the decisive battle ahead of time."
Shang Xingzhou calmly said.
He could see further and more thoroughly than Xiao Zhang.
The demons had started the decisive battle ahead of time in order to create chaos on the plains. The chaos was to conceal their true intentions. It now appeared that they were trying to assassinate him. But would the Demon Race have more complete arrangements in advance? If the assassination failed, they would use this as a means to divert attention.
If this really was the case, what was the demons' true killing move?
Shang Xingzhou turned to the south.
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In a war, the most important thing was naturally logistics.
The most important thing in logistics was rations and fodder.
If the military equipment was destroyed, they could rely on manpower to attack. If the Sacred Light crossbows were gone, they could still use ordinary arrows. In the most difficult moments, courage and willpower would often play a crucial role. However, if there were no rations and they were weak from hunger, how could they fight? If the Dragon Stallions couldn't even stand up, how could they march? Not to mention charging.
The Great Zhou Dynasty attached great importance to logistics, especially for this war. The relevant resources had been prepared for a full decade. If the seventeen strongholds and the granaries to the north of Tianliang County were included, this sort of preparation could be traced back to the era of the Tianhai Divine Empress and Emperor Xian. There were even many plans that had been made in the era of Taizong.
It was very difficult to collect and prepare provisions. What was more difficult and dangerous was to transport provisions. Especially as the war went on and human armies gained successive victories, more and more of the journey of transporting provisions was in the territory of demons. They might encounter harassment or even large-scale ambushes at any time.
In terms of safety and efficiency, the scale of the transport of provisions by the human armies grew larger and larger, and the number of cultivators accompanying them grew larger and larger. The most important transport teams would even be personally escorted by experts of the Divine Domain. Mao Qiuyu had traveled from north to south several times.
The war was now in its second half. Mao Qiuyu was heavily injured and had returned to Mount Han to recover. Huai Ren, the Mount Li Sect Master, and the Prince of Xiang were also powerless to fight. Wang Po was responsible for keeping an eye on the Demon Commander. Even though he had not recovered from his injuries, he could not take a single step out of Xuelao City. Fortunately, the demons were in an even worse state. Three experts of the Divine Domain had already fallen, and important figures like the Demon Commander and Black Robe, as well as the Second Demon General, could not leave Xuelao City, so they were still relatively safe.
"The Bureau of Revenue is taking the lead in matters of the Imperial Court, and the goods from the south are mostly prepared by the Tang and Mutuo clans. I don't understand why the Qiushan clan is in such a hurry."
The logistics officer frowned as he looked at a carriage in the convoy.
The Qiushan clan head and that legendary Guardian half a step from the Divine were in that carriage, placing an enormous pressure on the entire convoy.
The subordinate officer replied, "Everyone knows that the Qiushan clan head loves his son like an idiot. For him to be willing to expend so much energy, presumably it has something to do with Qiushan Jun."
The logistics officer thought of the rumors and mocked, "So he's trying to regain face for Mount Li."
This was referring to the northern expedition many years ago.
The Mount Li Sword Sect disciple responsible for transporting the grain had been late for some reason and was almost executed on the spot by Jin Yulu. No one could plead for mercy.
In the end, the Sect Master of the Mount Li Sword Sect had used the secrets of the Mount Li Sword Style to request the White Emperor to appear and save the lives of those disciples, including Xiao Songgong.
Xiao Songgong's execution in the internal strife of Mount Li was a different matter.
To the Mount Li Sword Sect, this was the only stain in the memories of the common people, if one did not count Su Li.
The Mount Li Sword Sect was currently presided over by Qiushan Jun, and the son of the True Dragon, who had been rather quiet in the last few years, naturally hoped to use this war as an opportunity to wipe away this stain. Perhaps it was precisely for this reason that the Qiushan clan was so proactive, agreeing to every request of the Imperial Court and even taking the initiative to join the army heading north.
"It's not just a matter of face."
The subordinate officer said, "I heard that Lord Jin Yulu personally said that if this matter was handled properly, he would return the secrets of the sword style to Mount Li after the battle."
The logistics officer froze, then said with some envy, "That's too simple."
If someone else had said these words, he might not have believed them, but since Jin Yulu had personally said them, he had no choice but to believe them.
After the battle began, the demi-human reinforcements left Cong Province and circled around the plains, never arriving on the battlefield. The Great Zhou Dynasty was already furious and had a great deal of opinion, but no one had any opinion of Jin Yulu, much less any doubt.
This was the awe-inspiring reputation created by history, and it was also because even now, he still played an extremely important role in this war.
All matters related to the logistics of the army were currently handled by Jin Yulu. Regardless of whether they were big or small, they were all decided by his word.
This was the privilege and trust that the Emperor and Pope of the Great Zhou had bestowed upon him, but at the same time, it was also an extremely frightening pressure.
Several hundred officers from the army, old officials from the Ministry of Revenue, accounting masters from the Tang clan, secretaries of money and provisions from the Wu clan, two servants he had brought with him from White Emperor City, and his deputy, Tang Thirty-Six — these were all his subordinates, helping him share this pressure.
Many of those old officials and accounting masters had already fallen ill from exhaustion. Tang Thirty-Six's fever had not subsided and he had been sent to Mount Han.
Jin Yulu was so thin that only bones remained, but he still persisted.
He had won the reverence of all the soldiers.
In reverence, there was the word 'fear'.
The logistics officer gazed at the distant mountain range, his body trembling. He inwardly hoped that nothing would go wrong.
The supply carts of this convoy could guarantee the soldiers on the front lines twenty days of rations. It could be said to be an extremely important transport. It was composed of thirty thousand civilian laborers and several thousand large carts. Connected from head to tail, it was several dozen li long, a rather spectacular sight. With three thousand cavalry and the experts of the Qiushan clan escorting it, there was absolutely no need to worry about being harassed by demon soldiers, and there was certainly no danger of having their rations stolen. However, the road was long and no one knew what would happen. If they were late by even a day, not only would they be sentenced to death, they would also be punished with a stick of military law.
At this moment, a general rode up to the carriage of the Qiushan clan head and whispered a few words to him. After a moment, the deep voice of the Qiushan clan head rang out from the carriage, followed by shouts from all around. The stewards and guards of the Qiushan clan turned solemn and the convoy began to move faster. The clopping of hooves was like a torrential downpour. The cavalry constantly overtook the supply convoy, heading into the distant plains. While scouting, they also cleared the road.
"It seems like we'll have to pass through Nuorilang before nightfall."
The logistics officer raised his horsewhip and pointed at the distant mountain range. "Then tomorrow, we'll see the Starry Gorge."
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From the plains, one could see a mountain range towering against the sky.
From the sky, one could see five mountain ranges stretching across the plains.
Nuorilang was the tallest of these mountains. Whether it was demons or humans, they were used to calling this mountain range Nuorilang.
No one had expected that a thousand-some demon wolf cavalry would be hiding in a certain cliff on the western foothills.
The giant, bloodthirsty wolves with festering fur had their mouths open, emitting a foul stench. The eyes of the emaciated demon cavalry burned with a dark green light.
But whether it was these vicious and untamable giant wolves or the demon cavalry, they all maintained absolute silence, not making a single sound.
The leader of the wolf cavalry was still very young, his face even somewhat immature, like he was still a teenager.
But his eyes were extremely old, like he had seen all the affairs of the world and experienced countless pains.
"Burn all their rations."
He calmly looked at the wolf cavalry and said, "And then die in the final charge." If you like this work, I welcome you to come to Qidian and cast a recommendation vote or monthly vote. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to M.)
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