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, there is a high probability that they will not be given a chance.

Xie Nandu suddenly said, "In fact, 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 for a moment, 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 difficult for ordinary people to grasp.

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 have forgotten one thing."

Ning Ping looked at the young counselor of the general's palace 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 that are no longer safe have been

The lost passes and the soldiers who have died in battle must be mentioned and remembered by the generals."

Ning Ping was startled, looking at the general, speechless.

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

Before he finished speaking, Xie Nandu took over and said, "Yes, more people will die soon, but those who died 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 gasping for air. At this moment, he was taking in less air and outgoing more air.

What a bitter man wants to do on such a battlefield is actually almost a fantasy. 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 a soldier.

Like this, he stayed on top of the city and tried his best to prevent the monsters from climbing onto the city.

But now there is a swarm of monster soldiers in front of us, 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 Zhizhi, after taking one look at it, threw it aside in disgust, and moved his lips. It was a demon language, and the meaning was probably simple.

That's 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 they had heads.

Actually it's enough.

But the problem is, after all the guards, soldiers and even monks here are dead, who can tell your apprentice how many you have killed?

So Song Ming laughed at the 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 time when he climbed to the top of the Great Wall in the North for the first time, Captain Wu asked him

He said his name was Song Ming. At that time, the corps commander said with a straight face that you shouldn't join the army if you called him that.

Song Ming died here. Doesn't it mean that he will die here sooner or later?

At that time, Song Ming was still free and easy, saying that everyone would die anyway if they went to the top of the city, it was just earlier or later, it didn't matter.

As a result, Song Ming was trained once by the corps commander at that time.

They walked to the top of the city voluntarily, but no one ever wanted to die on the top of the city like this.

During those times, Song Ming always felt that his corps commander was unkind and often had a straight face. But in the end, during a battle where monsters attacked the city, the corps commander exchanged his own life for his.

From that moment on, Song Ming actually did not regard himself as alive. His life was not his own, but the corps commander's.

So if he didn't go down to the city, he would die here.

His vision gradually blurred, and Song Ming watched a demon soldier walking towards him, as if there was nothing he could do.

He wanted to hold his sword tightly and take away another demon soldier's life, but he couldn't do it. When he finally fell down, he just tilted his head and looked to the south, looking at the tower.

The Great Wall of the North is within reach.

If the demon clan had never existed, then they would not have to stay here for most of their lives, but could go to the south to see.

Look at the flourishing sword spirit in Huanglong Prefecture, the prosperous cultural fortune in Bailu Prefecture, and the traces of immortals in Yingzhou...

It's a pity that there are monsters.

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Jian Zong.

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

The first thing is that the sect leader has brought out his knowledge of swordsmanship so that all the disciples of the Sword Sect can study it. The second thing is that the sect master has occasionally started to give guidance to the young disciples of the Sword Sect these days.

He was lucky and had three opportunities to ask the sect master about his swordsmanship problems.

And it has benefited a lot.

He is a young swordsman with considerable talent. With the personal guidance of the Sword Sect's master, his swordsmanship has naturally improved by leaps and bounds, and he is vaguely on the verge of entering the top ten of the Sword Sect's disciples.

Song Xun himself also knew that among the sword cultivators of this generation, the leader should be the senior brother Meng Xi. He had long heard the senior uncles on the mountain say that senior brother Meng's talent in sword training was even higher than

That Senior Brother Yu will also excel a lot, so he will definitely stand out among the disciples of his generation in the future, and all the sword cultivators of his generation will bow their heads and sigh.

However, Song Xun never cared much about this, and he never said he had to be first in sword practice.

Even when others stayed away from Meng Xi intentionally or unintentionally, he became friends with Senior Brother Meng.

There was nothing to do today, so he went to find Meng Xi.

However, Meng Xi was still meditating at that time, so Song Xun did not disturb him, but sat down next to the big bluestone not far away.

Look at the creek in front of you.

There are some small fish swimming inside.

After a long time, Meng Xi opened his eyes.

Meng Xi looked at this peer. After getting up, he came to the big blue stone where Song Xun was sitting. After sitting down, he softly said, "Axun."

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

"Something on your mind?"

Although Meng Xi was focused on the art of swordsmanship and was a little slow to deal with external affairs, Song Xun's expression was a little too obvious, and it was difficult not to see it.

"No."

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

Coming and leaving just to sit for a while?

Meng Xi stood up, looked at Song Xun's back, and said, "Axun, don't hold things in your heart. You can tell me. I won't laugh at you."

Song Xun stopped but never turned around.

"Axun, if you need anything, just tell me and my senior brother will help you if he can."

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

Song Xun always turned his back to Meng Xi, but his eyes were actually red.

"fine."

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

Originally, he had a bad dream last night, dreaming that something happened to his master in the north, so he wanted to find Meng Xi and 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 this correspondence.

But when the words came to his lips, he didn't dare to ask. He heard that there could be a war in the north at any time, and if a letter came back, it would most likely have a bad result.

Song Xun couldn't accept that result.

He couldn't face the fact that his master was gone.

So he didn't dare to ask.

While running along the way, Song Xun's eyes were filled with tears. The young swordsman murmured, "Master, don't die in the north, don't die in the north..."

"Today is April Fool's Day, two years ago today, the first chapter of this story was released.
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