Chapter 63 Broken God

Speaking of war, Huang Feng is still a person who has never experienced it. Once he becomes a deputy general, he will bear the lives of thousands or even tens of thousands of people, which is a very heavy responsibility. Huang Feng is of course very confident in himself, but war is not a person's business.

He had to think carefully. Even if he had all kinds of tricks, who knew whether the battlefield was like an ordinary battle.

When it comes to war, there is a blazing light in Tang Long's eyes, which have been silent.

"Well, give me some time to think about it. I'll get back to you soon." Huang Feng measured it over and over again, and finally agreed without impulse. A person can do whatever he wants and do according to his own ideas. No matter what the result is, it can be tolerated.

He also has a longing for the battlefield, which can be said to be the place that hot-blooded men yearn for. How heroic and unruly it is to fly on the battlefield and kill the enemy.

Especially in such a troubled world, there is a continuous expedition. The so-called heroes come out in troubled times. Huang Feng also has a dream of belonging to heroes in his heart.

"Okay, if you decide to join the army, come to the palace to report within 15 days. This is my token, which is unimpeded in and out of the palace. Qin Shuanger took out a small token cast in purple gold, which was carved with a large number of strange flowers and grasses, birds and animals, all the size of fly heads, lifelike, which must be written by the master.

There is the word Qin Long on the front, which is sonorous and powerful, and the word 'frost' is engraved on the back, with an iron painting and silver hook, showing the identity of the owner.

Huang Feng took the token, smiled, exchanged a few more words with General Mo, and sent them away.

Huang Feng stood in front of the door court, with delicate thoughts and insight. He patted Tang Long on the shoulder and said, "Do you have anything to say?"

"I want to go to the battlefield." Tang Long did not hesitate to speak his mind. Since he was a child, he has read military books in order to make contributions, fight on the battlefield, and reproduce the light of the Tang family.

When Huang Feng got his information, he knew that Tang Long was a rare talent, which kept him.

"Huang Feng, you must go to the battlefield. Only when a man experiences a real battlefield, feels the emotion of blood and tears, and sees the scene of wolf smoke, corpses becoming mountains, and blood flowing into rivers, can he truly know what kind of person he belongs to and whether he is suitable for practicing this cruel road. Panshe's eyes are hot and eager to fight.

Some people always think that they are a person who can fight well and see life and death, but when they really go to the battlefield, they see that their limbs are broken and their arms are flying, their flesh and their flesh and blood is flying, and their screams are endless, and their blood is dyed red. When they are like a Shura hell, they are scared to the dead soul to the sky. From then on, they can't get out of the psychological shadow and mention the word "battlefield. I was so scared that the three souls were out of possession.

There are too many such people in the world. Panshe is sure that Huang Feng does not belong to this kind of person. He can experience the cunning of the battlefield and experience the music intertwined with blood and tears, which is undoubtedly the best precipitation for people's hearts. Even the heavenly practice in the future can play a vital role.

After all, when the psychology is mature, the spirit will be extremely condensed, the vision will be broad, and the work will be more bold and careful. Like General Mo, how domineering he is. He is the only one in the world. Just one stop there is a masterpiece. This is the momentum cultivated by the battlefield, a momentum that belongs to the real strong man.

Huang Feng knows very well that the battlefield is the best place to train people. Even the royal family will send disciples to lead troops to experience, which shows the importance of the battlefield.

"Okay, let's go to the battlefield and see how many hero corpses have been buried and how many people's blood and tears have accumulated in the most bloody and cruel place in the world." Huang Feng patted the table and made up his mind to break through. Looking at the distant sky, where the sun is as bright as blood, which is amazing. Is this a sign of bloodshed?

Tang Long finally became excited. Since the death of his wife and children, his heart has died, otherwise he would not have wanted to turn himself in. But if he has a chance to fulfill his dream, he will give up his life and let him go.

At night, Huang Feng and Nangong Feng, Tang Long sat in the backyard and drank against the cool breeze and the stars all over the sky.

"Are you leaving tomorrow? When will you be back?" Nangong's tone was low, and he looked at the twinkling stars, as if he was absent-minded.

Huang Feng knew that this was the mood when Nangong Feng was worried. He patted Nangong Feng on the shoulder and smiled, "Brother Feng, I'm going to make contributions, not to the execution ground. Why do you look bitter and hatred? Encourage me a few words, and I will get a general position and come back to show you.

Nangong Feng was a little teased by Huang Feng's confident words and said earnestly, "When you go to the battlefield, you go to half of the execution ground. It couldn't be more normal to cheat. You have had a lot of ideas since you were a child. Maybe the battlefield is suitable for you. However, after all, a person's power cannot control the situation on the battlefield. Before fighting, we must fully consider various factors of the enemy..."

"Okay, Brother Feng. You don't seem to encourage me when you say these words. Don't worry, I'm measured." Huang Feng first made fun of it, and then said seriously.

"Master Feng, I will always be with Huang Feng. Don't worry." Tang Long said hurriedly. Nangong Feng is also very clear about Tang Long's origin. Since both of them are so confident, there is nothing to say.

This night, they drank until the next morning, Huang Feng and Tang Long went straight on the road. He didn't wake up Nangong Feng, who was lying asleep on the stone table.

The fire cloud cried, and with the hazy fog, it spread its hooves and ran away, like a fiery red flame, making it difficult to see its shape clearly. Tang Long followed closely, a journey unique to soldiers, which gradually kicked off when Huang Feng galloped through the fire clouds.

I don't know when Nangong Feng went to the roof and looked at Huang Feng. "This boy, as before, can't stand the sadness of separation."

Huang Feng and Tang Long traveled day and night for seven consecutive days. On the way, they also heard that the Tianyun Dynasty gathered hundreds of thousands of troops, preparing to fight against the Qinlong Dynasty in the complex 'broken God Plain'.

The broken Shenyuan is the boundary between the Qinlong Dynasty and the Tianyun Dynasty. It is a miracle-like place in people's eyes. The plain has a rare alpine abyss and rugged roads, and the original terrain is extremely complex. It has been a natural battlefield since ancient times. I don't know how many heroes are buried.

Qin Shuanger's battle in the Black Cliff Abyss is a dangerous terrain belonging to the Broken God Plain.

Huang Feng and Tang Long looked at each other and had a certain understanding of this broken god. The reason why it is called a miracle-like place is because of the combination of strange terrain, as if the body of God is buried there. There are mountains, plains, deep valleys, and abys, as if all kinds of strange terrain in the world converge there.