The woman's eyes were full of heartache, she stroked the girl's forehead weakly, and said weakly: "Wait a minute, when my father wins this battle, we will all have a full meal."

Tang Ming couldn't help but feel heartbroken. Looking at the house that was so devastated that he could no longer enter, he thought that if the woman hadn't been worried that her husband would not be able to find them, she would have moved to another place where she could shelter from the wind and rain.

But after searching all the items in the storage ring, he did not find anything that could fill the stomach of a mortal and serve as food. He then took out a large amount of mitral used for refining weapons and handed it to the mother and daughter in respect.

The woman's eyes lit up at first, and then her eyes quickly dimmed: "What's the use of a valuable silver? This war has been fighting for more than a month and the city has been closed for more than a month. All the leaves that can be eaten in the city have been picked, and even the roots and bark of the animals that are not eaten on weekdays have been dug up. If we can still buy food, no one will swell to death, and no one will eat it."

Tang Ming was shocked and felt a soreness in his nose. This scene he had seen in history books in his previous life actually happened to him.

Tang Ming, with a complicated expression, took a deep breath and promised: "You can wait for me here for a while, and the food will come soon, and I will go back."

Then Tang Ming jumped up and thought to himself: "The monks have long been away from the valley and never eaten fireworks. Now they can only try their luck in the areas where mortals live to see if they can stutter."

After a stick of incense, Tang Ming searched the entire Kuluo City three times, but still found nothing. However, he saw many situations like the woman said, hungry people were dying and wounded soldiers struggling.

"I see you flying around and going to the ground, you have returned three times. Are you looking for something?" When he landed on the street of West Street again, an injured veteran with a weak breath and blood oozing from his abdomen stopped him.

"At this time, what else can I eat?" When Tang Ming answered truthfully to the wounded soldier, the wounded soldier with a vicissitudes of face breathed a sigh of relief, and then said helplessly:

"Yesterday, several fish that escaped the net broke through to this West Street. I bravely killed seventeen Nether tribe members from the enemy, but I also lost my heart... After I die, you bury me under the wall of this Kurou City. I can be considered a corpse of horses and leather... You can use this big mouthful of dry food in my arms that I can't bear to eat..."

Before Tang Ming could agree, the injury had already emitted more energy and had less energy.

When I was dying, the wounded was wading blood in his mouth while muttering: "Cough... I died in this West Street that has been so protected for so long. I have died so much... I have been in the army for 17 years and killed 732 enemies of all kinds. I don't regret dying in this war. If you have any regrets... I may not be able to farm like an ordinary person... My poor wife and daughter... Cough cough..."

Before he finished speaking, the veteran swallowed his anger. Tang Ming, who had experienced many battles and had seen life and death, actually had his hands trembling slightly, and an indescribable feeling surged into his heart.

Tang Ming endured the sadness in his heart, and the corpse was properly buried in the corner of the city wall of Xijie. He then dried the already tide-dried dry food with spiritual energy, and rushed to the East Street where the mother and daughter were.

When Tang Ming returned to the woman, he finally handed the rare food to the ragged woman, and the woman immediately pushed all the hard-earned and really small food to the child.

And the little girl got the food, she said blankly:

"Mom, this food has the taste of dad and dad!"

The child spoke Wuji, but the woman burst into tears in an instant, and she really cried with the rain, and she couldn't do it for a long time.

Tang Ming felt like he had a seasoning bottle overturned, and he couldn't help but feel mixed feelings, and all kinds of complex emotions surged into his heart...

This veteran has been fighting outside for seventeen years, just to protect his family and protect his wife and children.

The mother and daughter guarded the dilapidated house, but they wanted to find them when their husbands came back.

But I never thought that the husband on West Street had already died in battle, and the wife and daughter on East Street were so hungry that they were barely killed. They were just separated by a city, and they were all trying to survive for the other party. Even if they were unable to protect themselves, they could not let go of this obsession...

Tang Ming got up and flew into the air to look down. Countless such things were happening in the entire Kuluo City, with displaced hungry people everywhere, and death was happening every moment.

Don’t laugh at me when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from wars in ancient times!

This was destined to be a battle of blood and tears. Tang Ming finally realized that he could save some people for the time being, but he could not change their fate in the end, nor could he save the densely packed and homeless hungry people.

The only thing you should do is to strengthen your own strength as soon as possible, and then end the war that brings suffering.

With a slight change of thought, Tang Ming, who was in a heavy mood, was ready to fly back to the general's mansion to practice the powerful technique: "Nine Styles of Breaking Yang".

After returning to the master bedroom of the General's Mansion, he sat cross-legged on the bed and took a deep breath. Tang Ming urgently needed more powerful strength.

So Tang Ming began to communicate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, mobilizing the powerful energy of the spiraling ghost spear fragments, and the scene of Chi You killing the nine suns again appeared in Tang Ming's mind. The obscure and profound martial arts information of the nine styles of Duanyang were reflected in Tang Ming's consciousness:

"The heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as straw dogs. They travel across the sky for ten days, wanting to destroy the vitality of all things. In order to seize a glimmer of vitality, I angrily killed nine days..."

As time goes by, Chi You's every move of killing the sun continues to evolve in Tang Ming's mind.

It was not until the horizon turned up that he gradually mastered this powerful method.

"Nine Styles of Breaking Yang" is a technique to seize the infinite creation of heaven and earth, and is divided into nine different moves.

One move that overwhelms every move has the power of the world. After the Great Enhancement Level, he can even be angry and can kill the sun and the moon, and his power can fall into the stars.

The fastest way to advance this technique is to fight.

Fight with the sky, fight with people, fight with the earth.

If the heaven and earth are not kind, then you will simply break the sky and break the earth!

"It's indeed extremely powerful, and the method of connecting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is also very open and combined. However, the first step of entry is stronger than all my previous skills. It is worthy of being Chi You's skill that can break the sky and break the earth." Tang Ming slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and a mysterious but unexplained aura all over his body, but the shock in his eyes was difficult to fade for a long time.

Looking at the white fish belly rising in the sky, Tang Ming stood up and prepared to go to the battlefield.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard someone exclaiming: "The No. 4 Defence Line is about to fall!"

In contrast, the tiny human race is so fragile, with scarlet wind blowing, which is the combination of endless blood mist and wronged souls.

Under the waves of attacks of the Netherworld clan, the already small number of human races became less and less at a speed visible to the naked eye, but none of them retreated. One fell down and the other one rose one after another. Even many warriors roared slogans that made people's blood boil before they died, which was extremely tragic.
Chapter completed!