Tang Thirty-Six came online.
Of course, he wasn't going to be the vanguard, because he didn't have the ability, and no one would agree.
In this battle, his role was to be the commander of the army provisions. More accurately, he was Jin Yu Lu's assistant.
Although Chen Chang Sheng's trip to White Emperor City didn't achieve what the humans wanted, it at least freed Jin Yu Lu from his vegetable garden.
This legendary demon general would continue to play the important role he once played hundreds of years ago.
All of the supply wagons, provisions, and armaments sent by the court to the frontlines, the support from the provinces and commanderies, and the donations from the noble clans and merchants were all under his control.
His deputy's position was also extremely important.
Logically speaking, Tang Thirty Six's qualifications were not enough. At least, it would be hard for him to convince the public, but no one dared to oppose this appointment.
It wasn't because of Tang Thirty Six's background, nor was it because he was willing to give up the honor of being a young master of a noble family to go to the frontline. It was because the Tang Family donated a sum of money.
Liang Wangsun donated half of his family's property to the army, and the Wenshui Tangs also donated half of their family's property.
It was the same half of the Tang Family's assets, but only when they saw it with their own eyes did they understand how terrifying the Tang Family was.
Half of the Tang Family's assets was a terrifying number.
The experienced and knowledgeable officials of the Ministry of Revenue were shocked speechless when they saw the accounts brought in by a dozen carriages.
The entire continent knew that the Tang family was the wealthiest family in the world. They had deep foundations and accumulated wealth.
But this time, the world knew that the Tang family was actually this rich.
The saying that one's wealth could rival a country was indeed true.
The Tang Old Master was truly an extraordinary person.
If one's wealth could rival a country, he would often become the enemy of the entire country.
This was a law that was difficult to escape, and it was the source of many tragedies.
After the details of this matter were spread, many people wondered if the Tang family didn't want to offend the imperial court, so they used this method to reduce the court's hostility.
Half of the Tang Family's assets were indeed a lot. It was as painful as losing an arm, but as long as the Tang Family could survive, it was worth it.
This deduction seemed reasonable, but Chen Chang Sheng knew it wasn't the truth.
Breaking into Xuelao City and subduing the demons was the Tang Old Master's lifelong wish, the only thing he had wanted to do in the last several centuries.
In this regard, he and Shang Xingzhou were natural allies, the firmest comrades-in-arms. Nothing could change his mind.
It could even be said that he lived to see this day.
As long as the Human Race could completely defeat the Devil Race, why would he care about wealth?
If not for his descendants and the continuation of the clan, he would have even thrown the entire Wenshui Tangs into this war.
What would it feel like to be the grandson of such an old man?
Chen Chang Sheng looked at the dust in the field outside the city. His lips curled up and he smiled.
Tang Thirty Six was riding a white horse. He was dressed in white and had the Wen Shui Sword tied to his waist. He looked very elegant.
He didn't say anything to Chen Chang Sheng, nor did he tell him to take care, because this battle was certain to be won.
Just as Mountain Man Yanzhi had said, the general trend had been formed.
The Demon Race was doomed.
Just as the Tang Old Master and Liang Wangsun had done, the humans were willing to pay any price, to cast aside their hatred, all for the sake of victory in this war.
The human world had been waiting for this day.
For this war, the human race had prepared for a long time.
In terms of resources and manpower, it had already been ten years.
In terms of strategic planning, it had been going on for several hundred years.
In terms of Spiritual Will, it had been thousands of years.
Countless sages, countless martyrs, regardless of which Emperor or which Pope … everything they had done had been for the sake of this day.
The undercurrent had been surging for countless days, and as the situation changed, it had finally become a spring tide.
The demons had once been the hegemons of the continent, struggling at death's door in the north, muddling through, so they simply did not realize this point. Even if some clear-headed and cool-headed personages had realized this point, like the young Demon Lord or Mountain Man Yanzhi, they had been given too little time, and the demons were too chaotic internally.
Every time he thought of the demons' current situation, Chen Chang Sheng would rejoice, but he would also be somewhat confused, and then he thought of Shang Xingzhou's words in Luoyang.
Perhaps that person had still realized that he was still a human?
As he gazed at the dragons of dust in the plains and sensed the extremely minute vibrations, Chen Chang Sheng could no longer be bothered to think about that question.
Were those vibrations the hooves of horses galloping away, or was it his own heartbeat?
He felt like his heartbeat had sped up for no reason.
Was it because the curtain was about to be lifted on this magnificent war?
The demons were certain to lose and the humans were certain to win. The general trend was already set.
But we still had to work hard, truly work hard, only then can we truly win.
He thought about how, in the years to come, how much hot blood would be shed by those young men and women leaving Xunyang City, how many sacrifices would be made …
Even someone as calm as him couldn't help but feel his cheeks heat up.
He thought of 'The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber'.
… …
… …
The valley in the late spring was covered in blood.
The low-level demon soldiers became even uglier after death, the corpses in the grass exuding a foul stench. The plains were not too hot, but if they were left for too long, they would inevitably rot.
At the very beginning, the human armies would use array masters to clean up the battlefield. After every battle, the clear light of arrays and the flames that followed could be seen all over the plains. Later on, more and more demon soldiers died and the battle grew more and more tense. In order to conserve the magic power of array masters, there was no longer such a requirement.
The temporary tents were set up on high ground, but this so-called valley was actually a continuous stretch of grassland. It could not be said to be easy to defend or difficult to attack.
Twilight dyed the distant plains and the nearby carriages. The smoke from the chimneys had already dissipated and the bonfires were gradually brightening. A sorrowful song could be faintly heard, but it drew even more curses.
Liang Hongzhuang leaned against the wheel of a carriage, narrowing his eyes as he gazed at the setting sun, the grass in his mouth trembling.
Of course, he was not wearing that red dancing dress, nor was he wearing heavy makeup. It was just that he was naturally beautiful, especially with that pair of eyebrows that were as dark as ink and slender as hooks. Amidst his charm was a heroic spirit, a natural romantic. When he first entered the battlefield, he had attracted countless gazes, but now no one dared to discuss him.
In the army, he had the highest cultivation, killed the most demon soldiers, and also suffered the most injuries.
There was a very deep wound under his ribs. Through the gaps in the bandages, one could see the white bone and smell the stench of decay.
A person squeezed in next to him and sat down. As he gazed at the corpses of the low-level demons on the meadow, a mocking expression appeared on his face.
"It's been so many days, but we haven't seen a single high-level demon. Could they have all been killed off by the old Demon Lord?"
The speaker was Feng Guijun. Not too long ago, he had been the Governor of Xunyang City for several decades, but now he was a general on the front lines.
When he heard Liang Hongzhuang say those words to the Pope below the stage, he had vaguely guessed at his end.
But he had not expected that he would be together with Liang Hongzhuang on the front lines. He didn't know if this was the Pope's will or the Holy Maiden's arrangement.
Liang Hongzhuang ignored him.
Feng Guijun sneered, "The Imperial Court wants me to send myself to my death as repayment for half the property of your Liang Household, but what about you? Why didn't your elder brother come, but instead sent you to your death? "
Yes, coming to the plains was, from a certain perspective, sending yourself to your death. Although the humans currently held the absolute advantage, and in so many battles, the number of demon soldiers dying was twice that of the human soldiers … people would still die in the end, especially now that many people had noticed that the situation was rather strange.
Feng Guijun's ridicule stemmed more from his unease.
Upon entering the plains, the human armies had already encountered many demon armies and engaged in many fierce battles.
They quickly realized a very strange phenomenon.
Other than an extremely small number of officers, there was no sign of any high-level demons in these battles.
Even the strongest of the demons, the wolf cavalry, were nowhere to be seen, as if they had vanished.
The ones rushing towards the human army like a tide were the lowest rank of the devil army.
These low-level demon soldiers were slow to develop their intelligence and could even be described as stupid. Even if they possessed immense strength that surpassed ordinary humans, in front of the crossbows and array masters of the human armies, they could only be slaughtered. Logically speaking, they should not have been too difficult to deal with.
The problem was that the low-level demon soldiers the human armies encountered were different from the ones they had encountered in the past.
The low-level demon soldiers had become even braver, their temperaments more violent, their methods more cruel, and they even seemed to have no fear of death.
If these low-level demon soldiers of the past were only of low intelligence, they now seemed to have lost their minds and become purely tools of slaughter.
Countless low-level demon soldiers, fearless of death, would pour in wave after wave, bringing great pressure to the human army, whether it was in terms of battle or spirit.
The army led by Feng Guijun had suffered severe casualties, and it was hard to say how much longer they could last.
A similar situation was probably taking place in the various areas of the grassland.
Liang Hongzhuang said, "It should be some sort of medicine that has made these ugly fellows lose their minds and only know how to send themselves to death."
This was the conjecture of many people, but they did not understand why the demons were responding to the situation so extreme when the war had just begun.
It had to be known that this medicine had assuredly had extremely powerful side effects. From the moment these low-level demon soldiers took the medicine, they were practically dead.
Feng Guijun gazed at the darkening dusk, the worry in his eyes deepening. He muttered, "Just what does the demon race want to do?"
From a certain perspective, he truly had been sent by the Imperial Court to send himself to death to appease the old grudges of the Liang Household.
But he had still been the Governor of Xunyang City for several decades and was now a general on the front lines.
Liang Hongzhuang said, "The demons want to scare us away."
Feng Guijun froze, then understood what he meant and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
They were the vanguard at the very front.
If the demon strategy really was this, they would have to endure an endless stream of attacks.
Until the Central Army Tent gave the order to retreat or one side was completely wiped out.
"You said that we were all sent to die, so what's there to be afraid of?"
Liang Hongzhuang added, "And even if we die now, we've still profited."
From the start of the battle until now, he had already killed thirty-some demon soldiers, while Feng Guijun and the soldiers he led had already killed three times their number. They truly had profited.
Feng Guijun said nothing more.
Liang Hongzhuang spat out the grass in his mouth and began to sing a sorrowful song.
Curses once more rose up from the surroundings, but this time, he did not stop.
Liang Hongzhuang's singing was rather strange. It was deep and distant, like a river slowly flowing over the plains.
"After listening to your opera for so many years in Xunyang City, I've always felt that your singing style was rather strange, but I've never asked you."
Feng Guijun asked, "Just what sort of school of inheritance is this? The Jin clan of Luling or the Orange Water Zhang? "
Liang Hongzhuang replied, "It's said to be the opera singing style of Xuelao City."
Feng Guijun was very shocked. He pointed at the corpses of the demon soldiers in the grass and said, "Can you understand these things?"
Liang Hongzhuang shook his head. "I don't know."
The Red Falcons suddenly issued a warning and an urgent military order from the night sky.
The nearest human armies had been attacked by the enemy.
And the main target of the enemy's attack was this meadow.
The grass trembled.
The twilight deepened, transforming into the darkness of night.
In the darkness, countless demon soldiers were surging over.
Feng Guijun knew that this battle would definitely last the entire night. His face couldn't help but pale. "Will we still be able to see tomorrow's morning light?"
Liang Hongzhuang stood up and glanced at the night sky. "The stars today are very beautiful."
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