Long Yanhua rode a white horse and ran forward with Ling Ling. When he left the military camp, the dark area in front was filled with his own troops. The soldiers and horses were lined up. The army was pressing on the border. Only part of the troops were deployed. The two sides were testing each other's strength.
"Is this the battlefield?" In her sight, people and horses could be seen everywhere, tens of millions of them. Long Yanhua held the reins in her hands and gently closed her eyes to realize that every living person in front of her was in her senses.
It seems that they have become souls. Millions of troops are right in front of them. The enemy's troops will naturally not be in the minority. Just the war between the southern and western regions can mobilize tens of millions of troops. The beginning of this war will be the end of countless lives.
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In a world where the strong are respected, the weak are just ants.
Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the girl in his arms who was also stunned by the scene before him, "Lingling, open your eyes and see clearly, this is the battlefield."
The girl nodded heavily, "Sister Yanhua, I understand. I will see clearly. I will become stronger in the future and try my best not to be killed!" She has already gained consciousness and followed Long Yanhua on a new path.
consciousness.
"Come on, come a little closer so we can have a better look."
The crowds of people in front blocked the view. Even though the sounds on the battlefield could be heard, the situation on the battlefield could not be seen. I walked forward along the passage left between the formations, and after a kilometer I came to the front of the formation. I looked sideways.
Go, among the generals in front, Long Yanhua saw his grandfather at a glance. He was armed with dark gold armor, riding a maroon horse majestically. Several generals beside him were standing tall and praised by the stars.
With him highlighted like a moon, it can be seen that grandpa's identity and prestige have a considerable influence even among the coalition forces.
But on the other hand, Grandpa Long Haotian's position is not the dominant position. Not far from him, several forces are quietly riding horses and looking towards the battlefield. Among them, two middle-aged men are the most abrupt. They are equally powerful.
One of them was wearing a water-red gown with a slight beard, and the other was wearing a copper armor. They were very powerful. From a distance, Long Yanhua felt a sharp sense of oppression and strength. She thought they were ghost generals born in the spirit of war.
Not as strong as those two men.
Turning her eyes, she suddenly saw a familiar figure among the two forces. Beside the mighty middle-aged man, a young man cast his eyes on the battlefield with a determined expression.
Lin Yiyun! Isn't he in Kyoto of the Dayan Empire? Why did he suddenly see a figure on the front line?
Long Yanhua looked at the boy again uncertainly. There was only one side view, but no matter how he looked at it, the boy was Lin Yiyun.
Perhaps it was because the opponent's five senses were sharp and he felt the hot gaze of others on him. Lin Yiyun glanced slightly sideways in the direction of Long Yanhua, just a glance, surprised! Lin Yiyun saw Long Yanhua's surprised expression on the battlefield.
Even the middle-aged men next to him cast their gazes. Under the gaze of Wu Sheng, Long Yanhua felt his breath stagnant and his whole body felt heavy.
So strong! She deeply felt the strength of the Martial Saint. The middle-aged man didn’t want to know that he was Lin Yiyun’s grandfather, the powerful Martial Saint Lin Weiwu!
"Yun'er, what are you looking at?" Lin Weiwu lowered his head and glanced at his grandson. Unlike other people riding horses, Lin Weiwu's mount was an earth-moving dragon monster, which was also a high-level existence among monsters.
Nowadays, the size of the monsters changes according to the rules. They are not much bigger than horses, so they are not out of place when hidden in the crowd.
"No, it's nothing." Lin Yiyun replied and looked away. He didn't plan to let his grandfather know about Long Yanhua's existence yet. He would tell him after he had the ability to protect him.
Lin Weiwu looked at his grandson with a puzzled look, and did not continue to ask, but focused his attention on the battlefield.
Looking ahead, the Southern Territory Allied Forces and the Western Territory Troops were coming and going. There was a sound of fighting, blood was flowing, and someone was falling at any time.
Long Yanhua also withdrew her gaze and turned her attention to the battlefield. What she saw was countless fighting spirits floating into the air as the killings came. Every fighting spirit influenced by blood was furious and restless. Although she realized that she had
Although he lost his body, he still worked hard to influence the continuation of the war below, making the living people more violent and bloodthirsty.
Under the action of the Dragon Smoke Soul Stone's summoning of fighting spirits, some fighting spirits were forcibly pulled away from the battlefield. More and more fighting spirits disappeared on the battlefield, but more new fighting spirits appeared.
As long as this war continues, people will continue to lose their lives.
Beside her, Ling Ling's stunned, surprised, and shocked expressions were all written on her face. This scene was definitely beyond consciousness for a six-year-old girl. Even if she had seen her companions being killed inhumanely, her heart was filled with emotion.
It has long left a shadow, but compared to now, it was nothing more than a big witch. The smell of blood permeated the battlefield, and even if you stood far away, you could clearly fill your nose. The smell was disgusting.
"The strong are respected." Suddenly, a voice came from beside her. Long Yanhua subconsciously looked sideways. What surprised her was that she often saw a person who shouldn't be there on the battlefield of the Southern Alliance Army! - Mr. Bai.
manage!
Even though Long Yanhua didn't know his details, she could tell that he was not from the Southern Territory, and his accent was slightly different, but she could still hear it. When the dispute between the Southern Territory and the Western Territory broke out, Sensitive
How could he stand here unimpeded during this period?
"Do you understand the meaning of this word?" Bai Shaosi looked at Long Yanhua. There was an evil smile on his lips, either self-deprecating or yearning, making it difficult for people to understand the true meaning of his words.
Long Yanhua frowned and didn't want to answer, but she heard the childish voice of Ling Ling in her arms, "Yes...can the strong survive?" After seeing all kinds of death, the little girl only felt alive in her heart.
thoughts.
While Long Yanhua was surprised that the young Song Ling would have such an answer, he saw a glint in Bai Shaosi's eyes. He seemed to feel happy after hearing Song Ling's explanation, and subconsciously became excited.
On his lips, a bloodthirsty aura was revealed unabashedly, "Yes, there is another explanation for the meaning of respecting the strong, that is, the strong have the right to live. This is the rule of this world. The weak are in this world."
In the eyes of the strong, they are just ants, and their life and death, numbering in the hundreds or thousands, are not cared about..."
"Only the strong can survive and save their own lives." After a pause, Bai Shaosi continued.
Song Ling's confused expression seemed to be bewitched by the other party, and she finally nodded. She seemed to have made an important decision in a short period of time, "I know!"
Only four words made Long Yanhua feel that her growth seemed to exceed her expectations. She turned around and glared at Bai Shaosi fiercely, "You are in the way!"
The other party's smiling expression was finally ignored by Long Yanhua, who continued to look at the battlefield. At this moment, on the other side of the battlefield, three figures suddenly stood in the sky, and a magnificent momentum spread out instantly. The leader looked like
The strong man, with a murderous smile on his lips, clasped his fists in front of his chest, stared at the fighting on the ground, slowly raised his hands, and punched in the air!
He punched out with the intention of a fist, driving the surrounding air, and instantly gathered into an air bomb in the air, 'Boom! -' The body of the living person more than ten meters square below instantly collapsed, and then soil debris flew everywhere. Unexpectedly, there was no
Separating our attacks, the man easily killed a hundred or ten people with one punch.
The other party is coming!
The sound of the ground exploding was also a warning to the masters on the southern border. The mighty Martial Saint Lin Weiwu and another Martial Saint flew out from the sitting monster without saying a word. But in a two-on-three situation
Obviously something was wrong. The other party was a beautiful woman wearing a long aqua dress. Long Yanhua couldn't help but guess that her identity was Leng Shuijing, the Shui Jing Martial Saint sentenced to the Southern Region, and the grandmother of Leng Xueli.
The forces that were supposed to be in the Southern Territory turned to the Western Territory at a critical moment. It has to be said that the Western Territory used this important trump card very well. Shui Jing Wu Sheng had been lurking in the Southern Territory for decades without revealing her identity. Finally, she showed her true identity.
Her role was to injure more than 20 Grand Masters slightly or severely during the rebellion, weakening a large part of the Southern Territory's combat power.
"Hahahaha! Lin Weiwu, I want to see who is stronger, you or me!" The enemy's Martial Saint made a provocation. He was obviously not a good person, and was as violent as Lin Weiwu. And he was not far away.
The Shui Jing Martial Saint and another unknown Martial Saint are not weak either. With the lack of Martial Saints in the Southern Territory, the situation is a bit dangerous.
"Hmph! You are overestimating your own capabilities!" Lin Weiwu was very disdainful of the opponent's provocation, and did not think that the two of his own could not withstand the opponent's three. He turned sideways and said to Wu Sheng beside him, "Xuehong, you deal with that reckless man.
, leave the other two to me!"
He couldn't comply with the opponent's wishes and chose another opponent in the blink of an eye.
The Southern Territory Martial Saint, who was called "Blood Red", nodded cautiously, and then kicked off the ground with Lin Weiwu and rushed towards the three people opposite him like an arrow from a bow.
The war on the ground battlefield also completely kicked off. As the commander-in-chief of the Southern Territory, Long Haotian raised his heavy sword high, sat down on his horse and rushed out with a roar, "Kill! -" He roared, and the army soldiers behind him
The generals swept away like a tidal wave, and the other side also shouted a killing cry, pushing the battle to its climax.
Seeing a steady stream of generals entering the battlefield, the originally squandered troops now have only a few onlookers left. The number of less than a hundred people is mostly teenagers. It is obvious at a glance that these people who are left behind are probably
Distinguished people from various countries come to the battlefield not to kill the enemy, but to feel the tragic atmosphere of the battlefield and gain some insights.
Without the obstruction of the crowd, Lin Yiyun finally looked at Long Yanhua again. Suddenly, his eyes dimmed and he saw another man next to her. The man was smiling at him meaningfully, which made people's hair stand on end.
The smile seems to be explaining something, and it also seems to be provoking.
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I have an exam tomorrow, wish me good luck, I must pass it~~~~