Chapter 1150 – One Carriage, One Painting (1/2)
Chapter 1150 – One Carriage, One Painting
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
This year's first snowfall was earlier than the ones from years past.
According to the records from the Ministry of the Army, this was the earliest official record of first snowfall over Xuelao City in the last three hundred years.
The snowfall did not mean that the weather would immediately chill, but it did mean that it was starting to shift.
But even more frightening were the mental implications it had on both exhausted sides. It was sufficient to change the entire state of the war.
Accumulated snow might not melt for half a year in the winterbound Xuelao City. To the human soldiers, fighting in such a climate was no different than sending themselves to their deaths.
Everyone understood what this snowfall meant for the war.
In order to crush the renewed confidence of the demons, to smash this inauspicious sign, and perhaps to even stop the human soldiers from thinking about this problem, Divine General He Ming immediately decided to begin another assault on the city. The Western Army was also ordered to hasten their cleansing of the battlefield.
At this most crucial of moments, the humans displayed an extraordinary courage and resolve, especially its experts.
In order to recompense for his error at Mount Nuorilang, the Prince of Xiang bravely entered the battle once more and was once more heavily injured.
Xiao Zhang also appeared. His kite had been able to fly past Mount Yanzhi, but it could not fly past those walls before once more disappearing.
Liang Wangsun finally appeared on the battlefield, his golden lotus blooming in front of Xuelao City.
In the end, he was heavily injured and fell into a coma, so he was carried back to Xunyang City.
Liang Banhu had died in battle, as had Liang Hongzhuang, and Liang Wangsun had been heavily wounded.
The Liang clan of the previous dynasty had put aside their old grudges with the Chen clan in this expedition against the demons. Their performance could even be called heroic.
If Liang Xiaoxiao, who had colluded with the demons back then, had lived to see these sights, what would he think?
The solemn and stirring actions of the human experts and the deployment of the troops by Divine General He Ming succeeded in slightly alleviating the oppressive air brought by the first snow.
But as the snow continued to fall, and the siege continued without success, the morale of the human army continued to drop.
Just when Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were intending to move out, something happened.
To be more precise, a carriage arrived outside Xuelao City.
This carriage was not drawn by a horse, ox, mule, or any other beast, yet it was able to travel forward on its own. It was a rather mystical sight.
The wheels crunched along the snow and mud. It looked like it was very slow, but it managed to very quickly travel from the south to the camp.
Even more mystical was that the long path from the south was probably crawling with leftover soldiers and ferocious bandits, yet this carriage had arrived unscathed despite its complete lack of escort.
Countless gazes fell on the carriage.
The carriage curtain was raised and a young Daoist boy poked his head out. Upon seeing the tens of thousands on the plains, he covered his mouth in surprise and hurriedly retreated back inside.
In this very short time, many people were able to clearly see that this young Daoist boy was very beautiful. He seemed to be carved from jade, his eyes were like black dots of paint, and his face was brimming with intelligence.
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”Do you think I look more stupid?”
Chen Changsheng looked to Xu Yourong and hesitated before adding, ”And… not as handsome?”
Xu Yourong knew what he was thinking and said, ”When you were little, you were prettier than he is.”
Chen Changsheng replied, ”We only exchanged letters when we were little, but we never actually met.”
Xu Yourong explained, ”Lord Crane said this.”
The cry of a crane came out of the sky.
The White Crane was offering its testimony.
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The small carriage stopped at a small mountain outside the battlefield.
The carriage curtain was raised again, this time held up with wooden hooks.
The young Daoist boy jumped to the ground and helped the other person in the carriage step out.
Countless gazes had followed this small carriage from the southern plains all the way to this small mountain.
Even the tribal warriors outside Xuelao City stopped their cursing.
Once they saw that boy who seemed to be carved from jade, many people had guessed who was inside the carriage.
Just because it had secluded itself for ten years now did not mean that the common people did not know what was going on in the Monastery of Eternal Spring.
Many people knew that there was a young Daoist boy within that monastery.
As for whether that master and disciple were angry at each other again, who knew?
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