Chapter 1026 Death in the North

The several passes on the Songting Pass line, to the entire northern border, are actually a bit like the eldest son who has shouldered the burden of the family early on. He has elderly parents above him and younger brothers and sisters behind him. He has clearly contributed to this family. The most, but still have to bear the most grievances.

This time the demon army went south, it was definitely the most silent one in the past few decades. At the first two passes, the scouts sent out at the Yun Gorge detected that the demon army had 30,000 cavalry ambushing them on both sides. After receiving the news, the two pass guards thought for a moment and reached a consensus that these 30,000 cavalry troops were the demon clan's back-up force. The demon clan would definitely feign defeat later and then lure them to Yunxia to catch them all.

With this idea in mind, the two defenders soon came up with a different idea. If they had attacked earlier and directly made dumplings out of the 30,000 cavalry troops, then the so-called luring them out of the city would have been an outright attempt. What a joke.

Therefore, in their eyes, the 30,000 cavalry troops were actually like a huge fortune. As long as they grasped the military merit, it would be easy to climb forward in the frontier army.

It can be said that these two defenders were blinded by the so-called military achievements, so when the border soldiers of the two passes came out, they indeed directly destroyed the 30,000 cavalry of the Qingyuan clan on the other side of Yunxia. , but when the army turned back, the beam-shaped flag on the pass had already fallen to the ground.

The demon clan's cavalry broke through the barrier and completely destroyed the guard.

After the demon army occupied the two passes, they hardly stopped at any time and continued southward. Only when the demon army was less than 80 miles away from the third pass, Jingshan Pass, did the news reach Jingshan Pass.

Song Ming, the guard general of Jingshan Pass, was a disciple of the generals in the northern border army. Although his ancestors did not have any great generals, some of their ancestors had served as deputy generals of the cavalry. Song Ming was one of the disciples of the Song family of this generation. He has the second highest official position and a cousin who serves as a general in the general's mansion.

Song Ming, who is over 40 years old, is not too tall, but has two long arms. With this unique condition, Song Ming's spear skills are considered to be the best in the entire Northern Territory. However, it is because of his ordinary martial arts talent that he has not been able to do it so far. They are still in the realm of suffering, so they cannot be as powerful as Li Changling, who can be defeated by thousands of people.

Listening to the news from the scouts, Song Ming waved and then wrote a military report and sent it back to the general's mansion. Then he came to the top of the city and stood next to an old swordsman with gray hair. He said with a smile: " Lao Zhou, you are not very lucky."

The old sword cultivator was carrying a flying sword on his back, but instead of a scabbard, it was wrapped with layers of cloth. It didn't look very common. When Song Ming said this, it didn't take long for him to arrive at the city. The old sword cultivator said calmly: "I feel that I am lucky. The sword is about to be unsheathed, and I will kill a few monsters."

Song Ming joked: "Old Zhou didn't manage to kill any of the monsters when the time came, and then he broke his sword and died."

The old sword cultivator named Lao Zhou rarely opened his cloudy eyes and glanced at Song Ming, and then said slowly: "Actually, I'm a little scared."

Song Ming, who had long been used to making jokes with the old sword cultivator who was born in the sword sect, was a little surprised when he suddenly heard the old sword cultivator speak so seriously. For a moment, he felt a little worried.

The old sword cultivator glanced at him and said calmly: "Death at the top of the city was my intention before I came here, so I didn't feel scared. But when I came here, I made up my mind to kill a few more monsters before I died. I really won’t be able to kill anyone at that time. I’m sorry to my parents, but my disciple will laugh at his own uselessness in private if he doesn’t even think about it. It’s really useless at all.”

Song Ming sat down next to the old sword cultivator and asked curiously: "Old Zhou, do you still have an apprentice?"

The old sword cultivator nodded, a smile appeared on his old face, as if mentioning his disciple, the old sword cultivator would be really energetic, "The talent is better than mine, the sect leader has said that this boy will be more than just a disciple in the future. The Sword Immortal should be a great Sword Immortal, but it’s a pity that I can’t see it.”

According to the past, Song Ming would definitely not believe what this old guy said, but this time, he did not doubt it, and just said to himself: "For example, you monks outside the country who never marry or have children in your life, there is one Is it enough for the heir to inherit what he has learned in his life? "

The old swordsman glanced at Song Ming, nodded and said, "Absolutely."

Song Ming smiled and said: "We are different. There is a boy in my family who is only five years old. He is guarding the city. It would be good to see him two or three times throughout the year. If he dies now, he will never be seen again. It's really Miss him."

The old sword cultivator thought for a while and asked, "Don't you regret it?"

"What do you regret? Do you regret joining the army and then dying here? If you really want to say that, I don't think so. My father died in the North, and my grandfather also died in the North. Counting up, the Song family died in the North. Yes, there are only 800 people if not a thousand. We died like this, not for any official position or reputation, but just for one thing, that no descendants of the Song family will die again, and no other common people will die again. "

Song Ming grinned, "My boy, I hope he never has to go to the battlefield again in his life, but if I die, in another twenty years, the monster clan will still be there, and that boy will still have to carry the sword and go to the battlefield, follow These monsters are fighting to the death. I hope he doesn’t die on the battlefield, but when it comes to having to die, there is nothing we can do.”

The old swordsman looked at Song Ming, thought for a moment, and then said with emotion: "When I was practicing swordsmanship, I occasionally thought of you, and I always felt that you who served as soldiers and ate royal food deserved to die here. Now that you are here. , I realized that money can buy a lot of things, but it can’t buy a life. If you want people to be willing to throw away their lives here, that money can’t do it.”

"Everyone can die, so why should I die?"

The old swordsman smiled and said, "Have you ever thought about it that way?"

At this moment, Song Ming did not hide anything, but said calmly: "Of course I have thought about it this way, but just thinking about this kind of thing is of no use. I have been in the army for generations, and most of the soldiers are from Xinliuzhou, North Once the Great Wall was broken, all their families suffered. As for those farther south, although no one came, most of the taxes paid every year were taken here. The court was not blind, and His Majesty the Emperor was not blind. If it comes to us, then there is no problem, it is fair. Especially in the past ten years, there are still some scholars who look down on us warriors. Every one of them has been dealt with. As for Fangwai, we are guarding it. Even the adults beat them until they dare not say a word, so the slightest grievance is gone. Besides, it is just for the well-being of my family and my compatriots, and there is nothing else to think about. "

The old sword cultivator nodded and said with a smile: "You are right, but the rest of you cannot take your death here for granted."

Song Ming smiled and said: "It might have happened before, and it might happen now, but you can only feel it behind people's backs. Say it, let people hear it, and spread it. Our Lord Guardian is really good at killing people. of."

The old sword cultivator sighed with emotion and said: "Having such a guardian envoy is definitely a good thing for the Liang Dynasty."

Song Ming did not speak, but looked into the distance. The demon army was not far away. Although he had sent out military reports, it was impossible to wait for rescue before the city was destroyed.

In fact, it’s no one’s fault. This time, the demon army’s move south was a bit too sudden and beyond everyone’s expectation.

This is a place that the demon clan must capture, so the border troops are not given any chance to rescue them.

Even the General's Mansion can only defend this place by gathering a large army in a very short time, but at the same time, they are worried that other places will be attacked by the demon clan.

But no matter who it is, it is actually very clear that these passes will be lost after the war really starts. As for when they will start to be lost, it is only a matter of time.

"General Song, remember, my name is Zhou Qingshan. Please be my companion on the road to Huangquan."

The old swordsman took off the flying sword on his back and began to untie the wrapped strips of cloth.

On the top of the city, monks gradually appeared. In fact, most of these monks were monks who had been with the army in the north all year round. Only a few were monks like the old sword cultivator who took the initiative to come here.

Most of the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect had actually been recalled to the northern city by the General Mansion after the last Songting Pass.

Song Ming laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "Don't say such unlucky words, I never want to die."

Zhou Qingshan stopped talking, and just quietly untied the cloth strips wrapped around the flying sword. In the last short time, the old sword cultivator thought not of his disciple, but of his parents who had been dead for many years.

The old swordsman burst into tears all of a sudden, and his tears couldn't stop dripping on the cloth.

"Father, mother, the child is unfilial. This is the first time in so many years that he has become a bridegroom."

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Over at the General's Mansion, there are many people. Ever since the Red-sleeved Demon Lord took over as the new general of the Demon Clan, the General's Mansion has not been idle for a moment. Apart from observing the movements of the Demon Clan's army in Mobei, it also collects information. The news from southern Xinjiang clearly investigated the red-sleeved demon king who was born in the royal family.

But when the military report was delivered to the General's Mansion, all the generals were silent. The two chief generals, Ning Ping, looked at the contents of the military report and remained silent. Now she has become the deputy general of the General's Mansion as a woman. Xie Nandu said succinctly and concisely: "You have underestimated the red sleeves. Several passes cannot be saved and must be lost."

Ning Ping's expression was complicated, but Gao Xuan asked first, "After a few passes are lost, will the demon army take a short rest, or will they go south directly to the northern city?"

Xie Nandu glanced at Gao Xuan, "You mean, if the demon clan rushes south, we can choose a cavalry army to make a surprise attack in Mobei to disrupt their military formation?"

Xie Nandu was indeed born to lead troops in war. Gao Xuan only said half of what he said, and Xie Nandu fully understood the other half.

Gao Xuan nodded, "The demon tribe must be exhausted if they move in a hurry. If two cavalry troops are sent out, one penetrates from the abdomen of the demon army, and the other one outflanks the demon army at the end, it can directly break their morale. Besides, , the cavalry came and went like the wind..."

Having said this, Gao Xuan paused, and simply said more boldly: "There were even a few more cavalry armies. One cavalry army cut off the demon clan's army from the front and rear, and then the remaining cavalry armies directly surrounded and suppressed the demon clan's rear army. The clan's front army will be held back by sending troops from the top of the city. In this way... I'm afraid we will be able to defeat the demon clan from the very beginning!"

Gao Xuan's idea is very bold, but if it is true as he said, then the demon army will be at a disadvantage from the beginning. In this battle, Daliang has the advantage from the beginning.

As the commander of the cavalry, Li Changling was also a veteran. When he heard this idea, he also intervened: "It is indeed a risky move, but if you really want to try it, leave the formation formation to me!"

Not to mention anything else, as a cavalry general, Li Changling felt that the most comfortable battle in his life was when His Majesty the Emperor rushed to Mobei. He personally led an army of 200,000 to greet them and faced off against the demon cavalry. In addition, the next few battles were actually a bit small.

For him, who was born as a cavalryman and gradually reached his current position as the commander of the cavalry, he only lived when he was galloping and killing enemies on horseback.

Other times, it's like sleeping, just waiting for the chance to wake up.

Xie Nandu just glanced at the map of Mobei hanging in the lobby of the General's Mansion, shook his head, and said softly: "According to this demon king's military tactics, it is impossible for these hundreds of thousands of demon armies to just be integrated into one army. Those going south must be scattered, and they are the horns of each other, which will not give us any possibility of attack, unless there is such an army that directly and unreasonably digs into the demon army, goes deep into it, and waits until the demon army takes the demon army. After Zhi Junwu made dumplings, he held off until other troops from the periphery appeared. "

After taking a deep breath, Xie Nandu looked around and asked, "Can such an army be found in the northern border, or in the entire Liang Dynasty?"

Faced with Xie Nandu's question, no one spoke and everyone was silent.

Because everyone knows the answer.

That means it can't be found.

Even the brand-new army that the North has been forming these days, with everyone wearing dragon blood armor, cannot do such a thing.

Gao Xuan's brows were raised high. After looking at Xie Nandu, his eyes fell on Ning Ping, but after looking at it, Gao Xuan still swallowed back what he wanted to say.

It is indeed too dangerous, and with the kind of military strategy shown by Hongxiu now, 80% will not give them a chance.

Xie Nandu suddenly said: "Actually, everything will be answered when the scouts come back, but if it's just an army marching south, it will be even more troublesome."

Gao Xuan was startled, and then he understood the connection.

The way to use the army is true and false. If the red-sleeved demon lord knows this and does this, then it means that this red-sleeved demon lord is not only good at leading troops to fight, but also controls people's hearts to a level that is elusive to ordinary people.

Gao Xuan looked at Xie Nandu. He had a hunch that this woman was about to meet the most powerful opponent in his life.

Xie Nandu raised his head, glanced at Gao Xuan, and said nothing.

The difficult situation in the north is far from coming yet.

"wrong."

A staff general suddenly stood up, looked at these generals who were higher than him in terms of seniority and official position, and said: "The generals forgot one thing."

Ning Ping looked at the young military officer of the General's Office with some curiosity and asked, "What?"

The general looked at everyone present and said softly: "Now that the demon clan is heading south, they will come to the Great Wall in the north. Everyone needs to worry and think carefully about how to deal with it, but those passes can no longer be saved. The passes that have been lost and the soldiers who have died in battle must be mentioned and remembered by the generals.”

Ning Ping was startled and looked at the general, speechless.

Gao Xuan said: "More people will die soon..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Nandu took over the words and said: "Yes, more people will die soon, but those who die should be remembered and mentioned. They did not die casually. , they died for the living, so they should be mentioned.”

The general was a little excited. He was a little nervous before, but he didn't expect that he would be so recognized in the end.

Ning Ping nodded and said, "That's true. Now that we remember them, when we all die in the future, someone will remember us."

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There is no doubt that Jingshan Pass cannot be defended, nor can Songting Pass behind Jingshan Pass.

During the battle, the scouts died first. After the scouts, they were the guards and soldiers at the pass ahead. Song Ming, who was covered in blood, was breathing heavily. At this moment, he was taking in less air and outgoing more air.

What a bitter warrior wants to do on such a battlefield is almost a dream. When the gap between the two sides is not big, he can strategize and decide the outcome of a war. But at this time, he can only fight with one soldier. In that way, they stayed on top of the city and tried their best to prevent the demon clan from getting on top of the city.

But now there is a swarm of monster soldiers in front of them, and the city cannot be defended.

There was a demon centurion who first smashed the old sword cultivator's flying sword with a punch at the city gate, and then directly punched a hole in the old sword cultivator's chest. Finally, the centurion stretched out his hand and pulled out the old sword. Xiu's heart, after taking one look at it, he threw it aside in disgust and moved his lips. It was a demon language, and its meaning was probably simple.

That's just too old.

Song Ming grinned and spit out blood from his mouth. He didn't see all the demons killed by the old swordsman, but he saw some, at least three or five.

Actually enough.

But the question is, when all the guards, soldiers and even monks here are dead, who can tell you how many of your disciples you have killed?

So Song Ming laughed at that stupid old sword cultivator and didn't take this into account, right?

But I am actually pretty much the same, quite stupid.

Thinking back to the first time he climbed the wall of the Northern Great Wall, the sergeant asked his name, and he said his name was Song Ming. At that time, the sergeant frowned and said that if you were called this name, you shouldn't have joined the army.

Song Ming gave his life, isn't it obvious that he would die here sooner or later?

At that time, Song Ming was still free and easy, saying that everyone would die on the wall anyway, it was just a matter of early or late, it didn't matter.

As a result, at that time, Song Ming was scolded by the sergeant.

They went to the top of the wall voluntarily, but no one wanted to die on the wall like this.

At that time, Song Ming always felt that his sergeant was unkind and often frowned, but in the end, in a battle of the demon clan attacking the city, the sergeant exchanged his life with his own.

From that time on, Song Ming actually didn't think of himself as alive. His life was not his own, but the sergeant's.

So if he didn't get off the wall, he would die here.

The scene in front of him gradually blurred. Song Ming looked at a demon soldier walking towards him, and it seemed that there was nothing he could do.

He wanted to hold his sword tightly and take the life of another demon soldier, but he couldn't do it. Finally, when he fell down, he just tilted his head and looked to the south, looking at the invisible Great Wall of the North.

If the demons never existed, then they would not have to stay here for most of their lives, but could go to the south to have a look.

Look at the sword energy in Huanglongzhou, the prosperity of literature in Bailuzhou, and the traces of immortals in Yingzhou...

It's a pity that there are demons.

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Sword Sect.

Song Xun was very happy these days because of two things.

The first thing was that the sect master took out his swordsmanship insights, and the disciples of the Sword Sect could study them. The second thing was that the sect master occasionally started to instruct the young disciples of the Sword Sect these days.

He was lucky and had the opportunity to ask the sect master about swordsmanship three times.

And he benefited a lot.

The young sword cultivator who was already gifted, with the personal guidance of the Sword Sect's leader, his sword cultivation naturally improved by leaps and bounds, and he was about to enter the top ten of the Sword Sect's disciples of this generation.

Song Xun himself knew that among the sword cultivators of this generation, the leader should be the senior brother named Meng Xi. He had heard from the uncles on the mountain that the talent of senior brother Meng in sword practice was much better than that of senior brother Yu, so he would definitely stand out among the disciples of the same generation in the future, and the sword cultivators of the same generation would all sigh.

However, Song Xun never cared about these things, and he didn't say that he had to be the first in sword practice.

Even when others were intentionally or unintentionally staying away from Meng Xi, he became friends with senior brother Meng.

Today, he had nothing to do, so he went to find Meng Xi.

But Meng Xi was still meditating at that time, so Song Xun didn't disturb him, but sat down by the big bluestone not far away.

Looking at the stream in front of him.

There were some small fish swimming in it.

After a long time, Meng Xi finally opened his eyes.

Meng Xi looked at this peer, stood up, came to the big bluestone where Song Xun was sitting, sat down, and said softly: "Ah Xun."

Song Xun turned his head and looked at Brother Meng in front of him without saying a word.

"Are you worried?"

Although Meng Xi was focused on the sword and was a little slow to the outside world, Song Xun's expression was too obvious, and it was really hard not to see it.

"No."

Song Xun rubbed his eyes, then stood up and said: "Let's go."

Come and go, just to sit for a while?

Meng Xi stood up, looked at Song Xun's back, and said: "Ah Xun, don't keep anything in your heart, you can tell me, I won't laugh at you."

Song Xun stopped, but never turned around.

"Axun, if there is anything, tell me, and I will help you if I can."

Meng Xi didn't have many friends in Jianzong, probably because everyone thought he was a genius and would intentionally or unintentionally avoid him, so he always valued Song Xun who was willing to be friends with him.

Song Xun always had his back to Meng Xi, but in fact his eyes were red.

"It's okay."

Song Xun finally shook his head and said these two words.

Originally, he had a bad dream last night, dreaming that his master had an accident in the north, so he wanted to find Meng Xi to ask his master if he had received any letters from the north recently.

After all, Meng Xi's master Jiao Xinchen was in charge of the correspondence.

But when the words came to his lips, he didn't dare to ask. He heard that there might be a war in the north at any time. If there were really letters coming back, it would most likely be a bad result.

Song Xun couldn't accept such a result.

He couldn't face the fact that his master was no longer there.

So he didn't dare to ask.

Song Xun's eyes were full of tears as he jogged along the way. The young swordsman murmured, "Master, don't die in the north, don't die in the north..."

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