But this was good, her investment was not in vain.
Zhao Han thought happily in pain.
However, the cunning rabbit has three holes.
I still need to make a few more nests.
The emperor is a nest, from top to bottom.
Li Haiyun is the second nest, from bottom to top.
Also look for one that is spread out from the middle.
Thoughts flew through the Xiawang, and finally came to the northwest.
White bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crow for thousands of miles.
The living can steal and rejoice, but the dead have long since passed away.
Horrible.
Zhao Han has never visited the northwest, but has only heard too many rumors about years of drought, rebellions everywhere, and everyone eating each other for fifty cents a pound.
Internally, she was somewhat escaping from this.
But now she still went to see it.
After all, this world will be the place where she can achieve her will on the planet.
She not only has to appreciate the good, the beautiful, the happy... but also accept the ugly, miserable, and evil.
"Oh, vomit..."
Zhao Han suddenly woke up from her dream because she saw a man in the market.
Bloody, cruel, numb, hideous laughter...
Our ancestors fought hard for hundreds of thousands of years to reach the top of the food chain, completely making themselves independent from the traditional food chain.
However, the younger generations have included themselves in the food chain.
The teacher once asked me why I bothered?
Now, I have the answer, that is, I don't want to see this kind of thing exist.
Wherever I pass and wherever I see, I don’t wish for everyone’s well-being, but I wish there would be no such thing.
When the purple-flowered dog woke up, it barked "woof, woof" at the blind boy sleeping on the bed.
Ever since she slept too hard one night and was almost caught and eaten by a passing demon sect elder, she began to sleep in front of the blind boy's bed.
The saint often travels on business and cannot take care of it all the time.
Wen Rensheng opened his eyes and looked.
I saw a long-lost fear in the purple dog's eyes.
As soon as his thoughts changed, he could guess what tragic scene Zhao Han must have seen in his dream.
After all, this is a period of time before the end of the dynasty, but because of the suppression by the martial arts sects, the rebels are not everywhere yet, and order can still be maintained in most places.
It scares children, even dogs can’t sleep well.
He stretched out his hand and flicked it, and a burst of true energy appeared, knocking the purple-flowered dog unconscious.
"I am calling you to tell you that I have woken up. What does it mean if you knock me out?" Zhao Han thought with some dissatisfaction before he fainted.
This dusk lasted until dawn.
Zhao Han finally managed to adapt and entered Xiawang again, his thoughts turning to the northwest.
This time she avoided the crowds and finally found a suitable target.
…………
Shi Baizhang is leading his brothers to attack big businesses.
This is the largest village in the neighborhood, and all the surviving wealthy households from the surrounding villages gather here.
Digging long ditches, building wooden ladders, and knocking against the village gate... none of these things can stop them.
The only thing that left them helpless was the five internal energy masters in the village.
These masters are gathered from dozens of nearby Zhuangzi.
A single master has limited energy.
They spent dozens or hundreds of lives, coupled with the indiscriminate rain of arrows and guns, they could always drive them away.
But five won't work. They form a group of two and form a grazing formation.
Whenever they were about to break the bank, the opponent would appear from somewhere and behead them, killing dozens of the bravest veterans, and their morale would suddenly collapse.
Shi Baizhang could only be glad that he did not have a large logistics camp.
All the food was distributed to each team, and each team only had five days' worth of food.
The other party cannot cut off its own food channels, nor can it burn its own food and grass.
Otherwise, a regular army of several thousand men would have been cut off from logistics by the other side and completely collapsed.
Now they have two days of food, and in two days they will eat people.
The dead people have been taken care of and carefully calculated, and they can still eat for seven or eight days.
"Zhang Pan, we can't go on like this! Those five masters are too difficult to deal with. We only have Zhang Pan and the second master here. The third master has the fifth level of body tempering and is no match for them." Beside Shi Baizhang,
An old man in a long gown shook his head while shaking his fan.
He was originally a fortune teller who was about to starve to death, but was picked up by Shi Baizhang to serve as the military adviser in the storyteller's words.
To build a team, you need a strategist. If you don't have a strategist, you will fall into the trap... Even if you have a strategist, you will still fall into the trap.
"Old Liu Tou, what do you think we should do?" The second master said very dissatisfied, "The masters will not follow us to rebel. If it is not possible, they can still travel thousands of miles to the Central Plains and Jiangnan. It's just the three of us.
I don’t want to be a countryman, so I hang out here!”
"We can talk to them. These masters are also afraid of getting hurt. I have noticed it. Every time we cover them with arrows, even if they are wearing three layers of old cowhide armor, they will retreat hurriedly." The fortune teller said confidently.
"How to talk? There is only one big village left around. We need food. Can they give it to us?"
"Staying here will lead to death. As long as they give us food for two days, we will leave with the veterans and go to the southwest, where the weather is relatively good." The fortune teller thought for a while and said.
"The southwest is full of mountains and there are chieftain soldiers everywhere. It's easy to get in but hard to get out. What kind of dog-headed military advisor are you?" the second master said disdainfully.
There was a dead silence in the camp.
Shi Baizhang knew that his team was now facing a desperate situation.
If you fight, you can't win; if you surround, you have no food.
By the time they start eating people, the team will be close to collapse.
Why do you guys follow him? It's not because he has food here and can find food.
If you want to eat people, then why come to him and have meat delivered to your door?
"Damn it, if it weren't for those masters, Zhuangzi would have been broken long ago, and the villagers would have a way to survive!" A dark man, the third head of the family, couldn't help complaining.
To conquer the world, you need to gain the support of a major martial arts sect, or you must be a major martial arts sect yourself.
This is a statement that has never been on the table.
The Great Yan royal family was once supported by several sects.
They first settled things in the martial arts world before going to conquer the world, so things went smoothly and even if there were assassinations, they were blocked.
In the past, when his family was well off, Shi Baizhang had practiced martial arts for three years in the county martial arts gym. He heard these things mentioned by the martial arts masters in casual conversations.
But now, these martial arts masters have become an obstacle to him making a living for his fellow villagers.
In fact, with his cultivation at the fifth level of Body Tempering, he could definitely find something to do in the county town.
If it really doesn't work out, you can still survive by following the people-selling caravan to Jiangnan.
But he is a loyal person, and he can survive, but will his parents, family, grandparents, and relatives still survive?
Until now, among his relatives, there are only five or six young men remaining with him as personal soldiers.
His biological parents also died during several retreats, and none of his other elderly relatives were spared.
He originally wanted to make a living for his family, but now he is almost dead.
But he has no regrets.
Because he ensured that his family members were well fed before he died, so they would not starve to death after death.
I heard that those who died of starvation were the most bullied when they went to hell.
Because I don’t have enough to eat, I don’t have enough energy, and I will be bullied wherever I am.
How to deal with those five inner energy masters?
He was thinking about it in his mind, trying his best to recall the weaknesses of masters mentioned by martial arts masters in the past.
In normal times, a master of internal energy can build a village and fort and dominate a country.
It's just that the northwest has been experiencing severe drought for many years, and the rivers and lakes have dried up.
Too many estates can survive two or three years, but if there is no harvest for five or seven years in a row, they really cannot survive.
Even internal energy masters cannot resist natural disasters.
Without the villagers, the master is like a rootless tree and can only choose to retreat.
This Dazhuangzi can still persist because there is a spring in the Zhuangzi and there is water in the ground. If there is water, the ground can be irrigated.
They are counting on surviving successive years of drought.
