At the same time, Song Xingbu also set up camp in a place that was easy to defend and difficult to attack. Song Xing arranged patrol personnel in a proper manner, determined the security of the perimeter, and finally reported to the coastal side on the situation of the day's operation.

Compared with the other two, there were no surprises on Song Xing's side. Everyone advanced 30 kilometers step by step, and carefully cleaned every hole.

All kinds of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods are invincible, and most of them are scattered demons entrenched here. They cause great damage to civilians, but they can only be slaughtered in front of formed combat units.

Most of them were dealt with by the guns of the city defense army, and occasionally the thick-skinned ones were set on fire with the divine lightsaber. The only minor trouble was a small miasma wafting through the mountains and forests. The light wheel of the city defense army slashed as if it was slashing into the air, and it had no effect.

In the end, it was a cultivator under Song Xing's command who was good at wind spells, and used a strong wind to blow away the messy black smoke around the poisonous miasma. The core of the poisonous miasma was exposed, and then it was cut off by Ye Cong with a sword.

All in all, there were no casualties in Song Xingbu. During the report, Binhai was very satisfied with this result and praised him very much. Song Xing humbly said that this was all because the combat effectiveness of the city defense army was too strong.

This is partly from the heart, and partly because he is new to the city, and everything is low-key.

After the debriefing, I got out of the camp tent, and the soldiers of the city defense army outside had already lit a campfire. Several cultivators who led the group beckoned to Song Xing, signaling that there was a separate small stove over there.

Song Xing smiled and shook his head to refuse, he saw Ye Cong on the other side, sorting out his equipment with flames.

"You're the best soldier I've ever seen. Song Xing sat down next to Ye Cong and took out a wine jug, "Would you like a little?"

"I'm going to lead a patrol later. Ye Cong politely refused.

Today's daytime operation, squadron leader Ye Cong left a deep impression on Song Xing. He was quick-witted, commanding, and, most importantly, courageous.

It is very difficult for mortals to do this when facing demons, and when Song Xing was in Huaishan City, the soldiers there were almost the same as minions, and many times they could only serve as a warning.

If you fight seriously, you will become a burden to the practitioners.

This is the case with most mortals in this world, and this is also the fundamental reason why cultivators and ordinary people are getting farther and farther away. After all, very few people want to protect the burden all the time, unless you can play a role.

But Song Xing was in Binhai and saw a different scene. Civilian soldiers play a major role in battle, while practitioners are relieved from the position of the main attacker and transformed into the fulcrum of the battle situation.

Only when the city defense army can't handle it will the cultivator take action.

This undoubtedly greatly reduced the battle damage of the cultivators, so it was a cooperation model that everyone was happy to see.

And Song Xing asked Ye Cong to drink, on the other hand, he didn't have any friends in Binhai. Luo Hui was his good friend, but unfortunately he stayed in Huaishan, and he didn't have much to talk to.

Ye Cong may have felt that it was not wise to directly reject a cultivator's kindness, but when he saw Song Xing holding the wine jug and starting to drink, he added: "Before the troubled times, I just didn't drink a drop of wine, and now I don't know how to drink it. ”

Alcohol is a scarce commodity and needs to be purchased in quotas. Ye Cong's income is used to enhance his own strength, how can he waste it on alcohol that he is not fond of. On the contrary, Pan Ziming often saves money to buy wine.

Song Xing smiled: "I didn't drink alcohol before, and drinking delayed things." After the troubled times, sometimes there are too many troubles. ”

In this world, the lives of ordinary people are hard, and the cultivators are not comfortable. The abilities of demons are varied, and even the most powerful cultivators cannot guarantee that they will not capsize.

The only way to do this is to keep improving yourself, but it's not easy. Song Xing's own cultivation has been stagnant for a long time.

"Ye Cong, what did you do before?"

"I used to deliver couriers. ”

"Oh?" Song Xing raised his eyebrows, and became interested, "Which company?"

"Far through. ”

"Then the two of us are enemies. Song Xing laughed, "I'm downwind." ”

Song Xing's trajectory before the troubled times was similar to Ye Cong's, starting from a grassroots courier and working his way up to a regional manager. It's just that he was a little lucky, and after the revival of his aura, Song Xing awakened and became a cultivator, and since then he has embarked on a completely different path from Ye Cong.

"You're lucky to be in control of your own destiny. Ye Cong sighed and was very envious, "An ordinary person like me can only go with the flow in this world, and it is likely that one day, because of a small accident, there are no bones." ”

"Everybody is going with the flow. Song Xing took another sip of wine, "I paid the down payment on the house back then, and it was just renovated, and before I had time to live for a day, the bullshit demon came." ”

"Think about the good. Ye Cong smiled and persuaded, "At least you don't have to pay the mortgage." ”

"That's right. Song Xing agreed, "The bank is much more ruthless than the monster!"

The two nodded approvingly.

"Ye Cong, have you ever thought about what you want to do if one day, we kill all the monsters in the world?"

"Monsters will naturally form, and they can't be killed. ”

Ye Cong took off his boots and roasted them close to the bonfire, he stepped on the mud today, and the boots were full of mud. He remained pessimistic about both the boots and the killing of demons.

"What if?"

"This ......"

Ye Cong hadn't thought about this issue before, it would be good for a mortal like him to be able to save his life in this world.

"Do you know what I was thinking when I first learned the body technique and jumped more than ten meters?" Song Xing looked at Ye Cong and was stunned, and asked an irrelevant question.

"Can you run faster?"

"Nope. Song Xing denied with a smile, "I was thinking, if I have this ability when I deliver the courier, what house can't I afford it?"

“......”

"Ye Cong, I have a dream. If one day the world is peaceful, I want to reproduce the glory of China's express delivery industry! I will set up my own express company, and I will use magic to deliver goods. With Mount Tai to surpass the North Sea, thousands of miles will come in an instant!"

"Lord Song is just going to do this, and you still want to deliver such a big supernatural power?"

"I'll just ask you, do you want to do it together then?"

"!" Ye Cong rubbed his hands excitedly.

The two of them clasped hands tightly.

Many years later, in the face of tens of thousands of employees, Ye Cong and Song Xing can still remember the starry night that month.

On that day, beside a campfire, the world-famous Shenguang Express had the original idea.

Of course, that's all for later. Before that, the two need to complete the task at hand first. Ye Cong and Song Xing chatted until late at night and rested separately.

Early the next morning, Song Xingbu continued to advance. According to this battle plan, in addition to clearing out the monsters in this direction, they also have an important task, which is to bring back a twelve-axis precision machine tool.

At noon, Song Xingbu arrived at the destination, Changjin Precision Manufacturing Factory.

(Sorry for the broken idea, I'll make it up tomorrow)