Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 123 Arrival

Gu Jinzhi: "Why are you demons here?"

Fang Xiaoliang scratched the back of his head: "After all, it was our demon race that made the mistake, so we also have a share of responsibility. Our Lord is already refining a substitute to suppress the seal."

Ji Yanli: "I heard that you found traces of the demon cultivators?"

"Yes." Fang Xiaoliang said seriously.

"It is said that he is an important figure, an elder of a certain evil sect, and is good at making living puppets. He heard that the mortal world had started a war, so he wanted to take the opportunity to collect materials. He might even intervene in the mortal world's war to make puppets."

The demonic cultivators kill people wantonly in the mortal world. It’s not that they are not affected by cause and effect, but that they are acting against heaven and are not favored by heaven. There is also a saying that they are cultivating karma through "evil", which is different from cultivating "Tao".

The difference between demon cultivation and immortal cultivation is the difference in power system. Neither of them can be said to be good or bad, as each has its own advantages and disadvantages. However, there are too many uncontrollable factors in demon cultivation, and not many people actively cultivate demons. Moreover, most of those who cultivate demons have problems with their state of mind, and they become possessed and forced to cultivate demons.

This type of demon cultivators basically have a drastic change in temperament, a serious mental state problem, and a sense of beauty that does not care about the lives of others - so the quality of demon cultivators is also uneven. Some demon cultivators, it can be said that most of the demon cultivators, are unscrupulous and use the lives of others to make up for the shortcomings of their own cultivation. It is said that the original man-made furnace was invented by a demon cultivator...

This also leads to the fact that the devil cultivators do not have a good reputation. People do not look happy when they mention the devil cultivators. Evil cultivators are almost equated with devil cultivators. They can be called the cancer of the cultivation world. Some extreme cultivators would rather kill the wrong ones than let them go - there are still too few pure devil cultivators.

"You came at the right time. The fighting between the two armies on the front line has just ended." Fang Xiaoliang led the way for the few people and introduced the situation to everyone on the way.

"This area has been cleaned up. You don't know that a few days ago, there were corpses floating in the river, and the water in this area has changed color..."

Liu Jiqian: "Friend Fang, we came from the direction of Huocheng. The people in the city were buried in a fortress, but there were few bodies of soldiers in the city... Has the front line heard the news?"

Fang Xiaoliang could tell what Liu Jiqian meant and explained in a calm tone.

"It's hard for you to pay attention to this. The truth is, Dayong is recruiting soldiers everywhere, but it seems that none of them have enough troops. Huocheng only has local soldiers to defend the city. It can be said that the war situation is urgent now, and Huocheng cannot be supported and has been abandoned.

The magistrate of Huocheng County was an old man with white hair and a frail face. He did not flee. In order to buy time for the people, he led a few sparse soldiers to open the city gates to meet the enemy. All the sophisticated equipment was sent to the front line. The remaining broken copper and iron would become a burden. Therefore, most of them did not wear armor and their weapons were also made up. How could they defeat the elite of the grassland? So they all died in the city.

The Jingguan you mentioned might have been theirs, but many of the people in the city didn’t leave, and I don’t know the specific reason.”

There were many cases of slaughtering infants, threatening people outside the city to persuade them to surrender, and using swords and knives to attack people. The grassland people treated the people of Dayong as two-legged sheep and cooked them alive. How could the residents of Huocheng be willing to bow down to such a brutal enemy?

What's more, these people have slaughtered their compatriots and occupied the land where they have lived for generations. They have a blood feud with them. Now that they have been forced into a desperate situation, it is better to fight back than to expect the enemy's mercy.

The remaining residents were all aroused to their passions. Their pride was in their bones and they straightened their backs when faced with danger. They were millions of unyielding people and even if they were burned, there would still be a handful of ashes.

Therefore, the county magistrate, who was nearly seventy years old, took up his weapons and opened the city gates, and the soldiers who stayed behind followed closely. They sacrificed their lives for the common people and built an empty city with their death. The remaining common people, in the end, put on armor, set fires, and brandished knives, hoes, sticks, to fight for their honor and disgrace.

The team was quiet for a while, and Lu Wensheng felt that the depression in his chest had never dissipated.

Fang Xiaoliang found it difficult to sympathize with these things. He just said with emotion, "They are quite courageous." He did not mention it again and took a few people to the camp of Dayong.

They were standing on a small slope, with a far view, and the soldiers resting looked as small as ants. The setting sun at the junction of the sky had lost its last rays of light, and a reluctant touch of orange light dyed the blue sky layer by layer, dyeing the sky with shimmering waves.

Lu Wensheng saw soldiers sitting on the ground, chewing snow to satisfy their hunger, their faces covered in mud and dust, but behind them was a battlefield that had not yet been cleaned up - mountains of corpses and seas of blood, broken bones filling the ground, war horses wailing in the sky, the bone-chilling cold and the sun setting in the west.

In the past, if conditions allowed, the bodies of these soldiers would be buried in a large pit, but now they are just burned - the number of green tombs is countless, and the grass is lush beside the nameless tombstones. The crane path is quiet and few people go, and it is rare for their merits to be recorded in history.

This is where these low-level soldiers belong - the glory and fame of those in high positions have never had anything to do with them.

It is normal for the soul to be lost and buried in the mountains.

The hegemony those people want to create is nothing more than countless unknown corpses piled up under the famous corpses.

Because of the busy military affairs here, the deputy general came to greet them. He was wearing light armor, and looked thick-shouldered and thick-waisted, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. There was a scar on his left cheek. He looked at Lu Wensheng and others and tried hard to force a friendly smile, and there was a bit of caution in his tone.

"Deputy General Liu Zhong, I have met several immortal masters."

Liu Zhong was not good at speaking and seemed to want to say something nice, but he moved his lips several times without opening his mouth. He could only lead them into the city in a depressed mood.

It hadn't snowed in the past few days, and the snow on both sides of the road had been cleared. Soldiers were pushing carts with armor swept from the battlefield on them, which had just been stripped off corpses and were covered in blood.

The wheels rolled over the snow that had been trampled into brown, and the liquid flowed down the metal surface, seeping into the wooden boards and wheels, leaving red marks all over the ground and making a creaking sound.

There was a woman wandering the street in a trance, holding the dead body of a child. The child in her arms was limp and motionless, covered in filth, like a rag doll being played with by anyone, with one arm missing. But the woman seemed unaware of it, and kept rocking the child and coaxing him softly.

Several people couldn't help but glance at him, but Liu Zhong didn't even look away. It was obvious that he was used to it. This kind of thing happened so often that he could no longer turn a blind eye to it.

The broken city will eventually turn into ruins in the hands of the enemy, devastated and filled with the smell left over from the war. The lives of these people are like ants - the men turn into headless corpses under the scorched earth, becoming meals for wild dogs, the women surrender themselves to the enemy, and the children look around in confusion, with no one to rely on.

This is the reality, and it is also the tragedy that these people want to prevent.