The new year is approaching, and another year is here.
…
In the north of the snowy Tianchi, a human fortress was built on Jiuzhangyuan. Under Chen Wanli's instructions, more than 200,000 civilians were employed in this fortress, which faced the demon army's tent. It was built in just one month.
It has been built and can garrison more than 10,000 troops. At this time, more than 8,000 troops from the Tianchi Army have been stationed in this fortress. On both sides are two fortresses from the Wuzhen Tower and the Panshi Army, forming a triangular pyramid posture with each other.
More than a dozen military tents of the demon tribe faced each other.
Over the Tianchi military camp, a watchtower with a height of ten feet stood. Amidst the flying snowflakes, Lin Zhao put on his military armor and sat on the edge of the watchtower, looking at the military tents of the northern demon tribe, thoughtfully.
He frowned, and his mind flew back to the past. He still remembered that last year, he, Xiao Shitou and Guo Dongyang stayed together to celebrate the New Year. Now Xiao Shitou and Xiao Jiuer are far away, and Guo Dongyang has been recruited to work in the logistics department.
, it’s rare to meet him.
"grown ups."
Behind him, Gao Zhi wore a female military armor and hung a sword on her waist. She walked to Lin Zhao and stood beside him, smiling and saying, "Are you still looking at the demon clan?"
"Yeah."
Lin Zhao smiled: "Is there something going on with Commander Chu?"
"fine."
Gardenia's red lips parted slightly: "I just came to see you."
"oh……"
Lin Zhao nodded.
"Sir." Gao Zhi hesitated, and after watching the distance for a while, he said: "This year...are you going back to the mountain top garden to celebrate the New Year? Luoyang, Muzhen, and Huaping all have this idea. They feel that this year
Xiao Jiu'er, Xiao Shitou is no longer with you, and our families have all been sent to the south, why don't we just spend the New Year together at the mountain top garden?"
"No need."
Lin Zhao shook his head, looked to the north with a solemn expression, and said: "The demon clan has already set up eighteen military tents, and may send its troops south at any time. We don't know if we can survive this year..."
Zhizhi pursed her red lips: "Then...that's not enough?"
"Nothing more."
Lin Zhao nodded and suddenly smiled: "Zhizhi, after the Chinese New Year, you will be twenty years old. According to the custom in our small town, a twenty-year-old woman is about to get married."
"ah?"
Zhi Zhi's pretty face turned red and said: "I have never thought about this. What qualifications do people like us have to think about getting married? If we just go with the flow, God knows when we will be swept away by the general trend and be wiped out."
"Too."
Lin Zhao looked into the distance and said: "You can go and have a rest. Don't worry about me. I am here to cultivate my fist and sword spirit, so I won't delay."
"Um!"
…
Not long after Zhi Zhi left, a figure flew up from the snow and landed directly next to Lin Zhao. Dressed in a blue marshal's cloak, it was Chen Wanli.
"Old handsome!"
Lin Zhao immediately stood up and saluted with clasped fists.
"No need to be formal."
The old commander stretched out his hand and pushed him back to the ground, smiling: "Lin Zhao, I came here to ask you if there are any adjustments we need to make to our current defenses?"
"need."
Lin Zhao pointed to the north and said: "We should adapt to the situation and change the deployment of defense according to the camp layout of the monsters and demons."
"Tell me more specifically?"
The old commander also sat down beside him, and the two of them looked like a pair of friends who had forgotten their friendship.
Lin Zhao examined the situation in the north. With the insight of a martial artist in the eighth realm, he could already see very far away. He looked into the distance and said: "The demon tribe's army is confronting us in the front. To deal with the demon tribe, the iron cavalry is the first."
, bows and arrows are second, infantry is the last, and we have three forts in the front for defense, and cavalry in the rear ready to charge, so we are not too afraid of the demon clan's strong attack. On the contrary, there is the demon clan's camp in the northeast, with more than one million demons.
The clan’s war cavalry is already ready to move and will head south at any time.”
He frowned and said: "Once the demon cavalry launches an attack, our right wing will bear a very violent impact, so we should deploy more spear armored soldiers, strong archers, and dig more trenches on the right wing.
Arrange more antlers and thorn fences, wait for the demon cavalry to charge, and arrange springboards on the trenches. The human infantry can come and go freely, but the demon cavalry is not so relaxed. In my opinion, we still have fewer trenches.
We need to add a dozen more."
"knew."
Chen Wanli nodded, actually took out a pen and paper, wrote them down one by one, and then asked: "What do you mean by left wing defense?"
"The left wing is the puppet army of the ghost clan. Let Yuzhuyuan guard it. There are many monks in Yuzhuyuan, so let them draw more demon-suppressing talismans. Once the decisive battle begins, these demon-suppressing talismans will have a very strong killing effect on the ghost clan.
"
"knew."
Chen Wanli smiled: "Lin Zhao, if you were asked to personally direct this battle, would you be willing?"
"ah?"
The young man was surprised: "With Commander Chu and Commander Chu here, how can it be my turn, Lin Zhao, to point fingers? Besides, I am only fifteen years old and have little qualifications. I cannot convince others in the army. Commander, stop joking."
"
"It won't be the Chinese New Year soon."
Chen Wanli smiled meaningfully: "He will be sixteen soon. There has never been a sixteen-year-old Imperial Marshal in the history of our human race."
Lin Zhao was noncommittal, only thinking that the old commander was joking.
…
In a small town.
With the war approaching, the town's population suddenly became much less dense. More than half of the residents were empty, and those vacated houses were inhabited by people from other places. Monks from all over the world gathered in the town from the mountains and the sea, so some broken houses were occupied.
In the dilapidated house, there is often a great swordsman, a martial artist in the fifth realm, and the like. Lin Zhao's ancestral house was also vacated and occupied by more than ten people from the Fusu Great Wall.
The business of Baiweixuan has become much colder. Even in the cold winter, the number of people eating hot pot has suddenly decreased.
Next to the window on the first floor, the old swordsman Han Buyu, who is known as a gourmet, is still making hot pot and praising it while eating. Han Buyu is in a very good mood these days. Under the baptism of the killing qi machine before the war, he
His realm and improvement were extremely fast. He broke through from the Golden Core Realm to the Nascent Soul Realm within half a year. And just a few days ago, he magically entered the Galaxy Realm. Even the old swordsman thought that he would give himself a little more time to get involved in the five realms.
It is possible to achieve this state. Once you return to your true state, you will be a veritable old swordsman, instead of the half-baked swordsman you are today. Everyone in the town calls himself Han Laojianxian, but these days the people who live in the town will
There are a lot of people who can kill this old swordsman like me with one punch.
"devil!"
Sister-in-law Qing'er grabbed Jia Chong's ears, pressed him down on the table, and said, "Why are you looking around? Are the fairies on those mountains good? I wonder if you still want to look at them!"
Jia Zhong repeatedly begged for mercy: "My dear, my dear... I have no regard for the conscience of heaven and earth!"
Qing'er's wife let go of her hand and glared at him fiercely.
"My lady..."
Jia Zhong looked at the obese woman in front of him and said: "How about... you go down the mountain too? Most of the people in the town have already left, and the rest are all capable of killing monsters with swords. What do you think?
What do you want to stay here for? Are you going to die with everyone else?"
Qing'er's wife immediately gave him a slap in the face and said angrily: "You worthless thing, you don't even look at it. If we leave, who will cook hot pot for Han Laojianxian? There are so many foreigners.
People come to our snowy Tianchi to die. Why are we afraid of death? Aren’t others afraid? What’s wrong with making someone a hot meal in this winter?”
"well……"
Jia Zhong sat down on the threshold and smoked a cigarette.
"How about you go?"
Sister-in-law Qing'er's voice softened a lot and she said: "I accidentally made myself so fat that I can't walk fast. You can leave if you want. Don't let me drag you down..."
Jia Zhong's smile was uglier than crying: "What are you talking about? In my heart, you will always be as good-looking and slim as you were when you were twenty. I will fight with anyone who dares to say my wife is fat."
Sister-in-law Qing'er chuckled: "You are so old and ungrateful, but you still have such a sweet mouth!"
…
Qian Street, Zhang Family Courtyard.
Zhang Liucheng was dressed in a boy's Confucian shirt, carrying a bamboo box full of books in his hand. He sat at the door aggrievedly, unwilling to leave, while his parents had already put on military armor. The head of the Zhang family
He is one of the centurions of the Fenwei Camp, and Zhang Liucheng's mother is one of the few earth masters in the Tianchi Army. They are both extremely important talents.
"Liu Cheng!"
Mrs. Zhang lowered her body, touched her precious son's face reluctantly, and said with a smile: "Be obedient, and leave with Uncle Li first. My parents will go to Yunzhou to meet you after they finish fighting the demon clan."
"I don't want to leave."
Zhang Liucheng threw the bamboo box aside and said loudly: "Dad, if you give me an iron sword, I can go into battle and kill monsters! Why can you all go, but let me be a coward? Even Lin Zhaodu
I went to the battlefield to kill monsters, I don’t want to escape alone!”
"Nonsense!"
The head of the family stepped forward and slapped his son, and immediately five red fingerprints appeared on the boy's cheek.
"You never let me learn swordsmanship, you only let me study!"
Zhang Liucheng said with tears in his eyes: "You never cared about what I wanted to do, you just arranged for me everything you wanted me to do. I want to learn swordsmanship, I want to be a swordsman, why can't I?"
"you shut up!"
The head of the family roared angrily: "What do you know?"
Zhang Liucheng burst into tears.
"Li Qing, take him away."
Mrs. Zhang frowned: "Ignore his crying, take him to live with his aunt in Yunzhou, and continue to urge him to study. The master and I will go there together after the war."
"Yes, sir, madam!"
The housekeeper put the young man under his arm, put him in the carriage, and drove straight to the south of the town.
"well……"
Looking at the carriage going away, Mrs. Zhang felt distressed: "Why bother? I should have told him the truth from the beginning."
"What will happen if I tell you?"
The head of the Zhang family's eyes turned slightly red: "He was born with dead spiritual veins and will never be able to awaken even a sword-containing lake in this life. Such a person still wants to be a swordsman? Let him study. I just don't want him to die too early."
Mrs. Zhang burst into tears, but she cried silently.
She will miss her son very much. Even when she is on the other side, she will still miss him.
…
In the bookstore.
The scholar put a volume into the box, while two Confucian disciples were waiting quietly outside the door. The young master's collection of books were all top-notch in the world, and he wanted to take them back to the academy.
"Little Master Uncle, are you really not going to come with us?" a disciple asked.
"Things started because of me, how can they go away?"
The scholar took down a sword from the wall of the main hall and wiped it gently with a soft smile in his eyes. The sword had not been unsheathed for who knows how many years.
