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She was not worried about the competition of sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, although their delicate countenances and seductive smiles often made people forget that their clothes had been changed more than once.

The shoes on the feet were also repaired.

Her own clothes were much prettier than theirs, for Zhou Bo had brought her some nice clothes on his last smuggling boat, but she was 19 years old after all, and she was growing up day by day, and men always had to chase after young silly daughters!

She thought that a widow with a child in tow would no match for these beautiful and frivolous goblins.

But in these exciting days, her widowhood and motherhood no longer burdened her as much as they used to be.

Between working in the hospital during the day and balls in the evening, she rarely saw her son, St. Don Quixote. Sometimes, for a long time, she forgot that she had children.

On hot and humid summer nights, families in the Valley of Storms open their doors to welcome the soldiers defending the city.

From the Capital of the Gods Street to the Spirit Tree Street.

All the mansions were brightly lit, executing the mud-covered warriors who had come out of the trenches of the front.

Melodious orchestral music, clattering dance steps, and soft laughter drifted far away in the night mist.

People gathered around the piano to sing "Belated Good News", and the ragged warriors looked fondly at the smiling girls who hid behind their feather fans, as if begging them not to wait any longer, lest they regret it.

In fact, as long as those girls can do it, no one will wait.

As the whole city rejoices together, they rush to get married.

Within a month that the griffon general had stopped the enemy in the Hive Mountain, countless young men and women had formed families, and the bride hastily borrowed gorgeous clothes from her friends and dressed herself up delicately, and the bridegroom was also fully armed, and the demon slayer knife was bumping against the mended trouser leg, and it was very powerful.

There were so many exciting scenes, so many parties, so many exciting and cheering scenes! The lion ghost general blocked the Nanyan 40 kilometers away!

Yes, the defensive line around Hive Hill is impregnable.

After forty days of fierce fighting, even the Dark Lord General admitted it, for he had suffered heavy losses.

He stopped the frontal attack and once again adopted outflanking tactics, making a big detour in an attempt to penetrate between the Northern Holy Soul Alliance Army and the Valley of Storms.

Once again, he succeeded.

The griffin was forced to abandon the firmly held high ground to defend his rear.

He lost a third of his troops in this battle, and the rest of the men struggled and retreated exhausted to the Seongsu River in the heavy rain.

There was no hope for the Northern Holy Soul Alliance Army to get support, and the Fire Jiao Steam Tracks controlled by the Southern Yankees from the Holy Soul to the north were constantly bringing reinforcements and supplies to the Dark Lord.

Therefore, the northern army had no choice but to retreat, retreating through muddy fields to Fengyun Valley.

Having lost this position that was thought to be unbreakable, Fengyun Valley was in a panic again.

Everyone had promised each other that this would never happen. And he spent forty days of festive revelry, but now this has finally happened!

Of course, the general will keep the Southerners on the other side of the river. Even though God knew that the river was right in front of him, only ten kilometers from the city!

Unexpectedly, the Dark Lord crossed the river from the north to outflank them, so the tired Alliance troops were forced to hurriedly wade through the murky river to block the enemy army from approaching Fengyun Valley.

They hurriedly dug a shallow skirmish trench on the bank of Lingshugou in the north of the city to defend themselves, but by this time Fengyun Valley had fallen into a state of panic.

Every time you retreat, the enemy army will take a step closer to Fengyun Valley, fight for a while, and retreat!

Fight for a while, take a ride!

Lingshugou is only five kilometers away from the city!

What did the general have in mind?

"Give us someone who is willing to fight to the death!" the cry even went deep into the Ruthless Bay.

The Ruthless Bay side knew that if Fengyun Valley fell, the entire human and demon holy war would be over, so when the troops crossed the Holy Water River, they removed the lion ghost general from the commander-in-chief post and let one of his corps commanders replace him.

This made the people of Fengyun Valley feel relieved.

Perverts don't back down.

He wasn't like the man with his beard and sparkling eyes!

He enjoys the reputation of "the great sage of the bullhead".

He'll drive the southerners back from Lingshugou.

Yes, force them back to the other side of the Holy Water River, and then step back until they return to Stormridge.

But at this time, the troops were shouting: "Give us back the lion ghost!"

Because they have gone through a long journey of suffering with the lion ghosts since Storm Ridge, they understand the difficulties and dangers that outsiders cannot understand.

The Dark Lord did not give the perverts a chance to prepare for a counter-attack, and the day after the Coalition forces took command of the relocation, his troops immediately attacked and occupied the small town of Wojiaotan, six kilometers from the Valley of Storms, and cut off the tracks of the Fire Jiao Steam Car there.

This Huojiao steam car track is the communication line between Fengyun Valley and the Demon Snake Valley, the Spirit Rat Mound, the Immortal Heights and the Psychic Sanctuary, so this move of the Dark Lord is a fatal blow to the Alliance Army.

The people of Fengyun Valley shouted to take action immediately! The time for action has come!

So, on a scorching July afternoon, the wish of the people of Fengyungu came true.

The perverted general doesn't just fight to the death.

He launched a fierce attack on the Nankees in Lingshu Gully, ordering his troops to rush out of the trenches and rush towards the northern army, which outnumbered twice as many as him.

Everyone was terrified that the assault of the Soul Purifier could knock the Southerners back, and they listened to the rumbling of cannons and crackling rifles, which, though still five kilometers from the city center, were already as loud as if they were in the neighboring street.

While the sound of artillery bombardment was heard, smoke could be seen rising above the spirit grove like a low-hanging white cloud, but for several hours no one knew what was going on.

The first news did not arrive until the evening, but it was contradictory, ambiguous, and frightening, since it was brought back by soldiers wounded in the first few hours.

The wounded soldiers, some in groups and some alone, came back one after another, the lightly wounded and the seriously wounded, limping along, and soon they formed an endless stream of people pouring into the city in agony, pouring into the hospitals, their faces polluted with smoke, dust, and sweat like glow-in-the-dark people, their wounds unbandaged, blood began to congeale, and flies were already flying in swarms around them.

Aunt Salty Yu'er's family was one of the first families to accept the wounded soldiers, who had come from the north of the city.

One by one, they staggered to the gate, and then lay down on the grass and cried out: "Water!"

Aunt Salted Fish and her family, all that hot afternoon, including the insect spirit and the luminous people, stood in the sun and busily carried buckets of water, rolls of bandages, spoonfuls of drink, and bandaged wounds until all the bandages were used up, and even the torn sheets and towels were used up.

Aunt Salty Fish, who had completely forgotten that she was going to faint at the sight of blood, worked until her little feet were swollen in those smaller shoes and could no longer stand.

Even the pot-bellied weakness forgot about herself, and at last she fainted, but there was no place for her to lie down except the table in the kitchen, for all the beds, chairs, and sofas of the whole family were occupied by the wounded soldiers.

In the midst of the chaos, everyone forgot about the little saint Quixote, and he crouched alone behind the railing of the front corridor, like a frightened hare in a cage, sticking out his head to peep into the grass, his two frightened eyes wide open, his thumb in his mouth, and hiccups.

When he saw this, he shouted, "Go to the back yard and play!"

But he was so confused by the chaotic scene before him that he felt terrible, and he did not dare to go to the backyard for a while.

There were people lying on the grass, so tired that they could no longer walk, and their injuries were too bad to move, so Uncle Bluebeard had to load them one by one into the unicorn cart and take them to the hospital.

The old unicorn was sweating profusely, so Mrs. Raccoon and Mrs. Sweetheart brought their unicorn cart and helped transport it, and the spring under the unicorn cart was crooked and rattling because it was full of wounded soldiers.

Then, in the long midsummer evening, a steady stream of ambulances drove all the way from the battlefield, along with supply trucks covered with sludge-splattered canvases.

Behind them are the carts in the Sacred Valley, the ox carts and even the private unicorn carts requisitioned by the medical corps.

They passed by the door of Aunt Salted Fish's house, and the wounded and dying were bumpy along the potholed road, blood dripping all the way to the dry dust.

As soon as the drivers saw the women looking around with buckets and spoons, they stopped, and immediately let out a loud or low cry: "Water!"

Clumsy held the wounded soldiers' trembling heads, giving them a scorched lips, and then poured buckets of water over the filthy, feverish bodies, and into the open wounds, allowing them to enjoy temporary comfort.

She also tiptoed to give the water spoon to the driver of the car, and asked them in fear: "What's the news?"

What's the news?"

All the answers were: "Madame, I don't know much yet, but I'm still talking about it for a while." “

It was dark, it was still so hot, there was not a trace of wind, and the glow-in-the-dark man was holding a pine torch in his hand, so he felt more and more hot.

Zichen clogged her clumsy nostrils and made her lips uncomfortably dry, her lilac calico dress had just been washed and was now stained with blood, filth and sweat, then, this is what Mengjiao said in the letter, the human and demon holy war is not a glorious and dirty suffering.

Due to fatigue, the whole scene is covered with a nightmarish psychedelic color.

It can't be true - or if it is, it means the whole world is going crazy.

Otherwise, why would she stand in the quiet front yard of Aunt Salted Fish's house, dousing these dying young men in the swaying pink light?

There were so many of them who could be her lover, and they always tried to smile at her when they saw her.

Many of those who were still bumping along the noctiluble, dusty road were also very familiar to her.

How many of the people who were dying in front of them and dying swarms of mosquitoes still biting a loofah on their blood-stained faces were the ones she had danced and laughed with, sung and joked with them, soothed and loved a little!

She found Cockroach Pill at the bottom of a cart full of wounded soldiers, who had been shot in the head and nearly died.

But without touching the six seriously injured numbers next to him, it was impossible to pull him out, so she had to let him lie down and go to the hospital.

Later, she heard that he had died before he could see the doctor, and he did not know where he was buried.

There were countless people who were buried that month, and they all hastily dug a shallow pit in the Holy Spirit Cemetery and covered it with red earth.

Weak regrets that she didn't get a lock of Cockroach Pill's head and send it to her mother as a souvenir.

As the hot night deepened, and they were so tired that their backs and legs ached, then Ben Ben and Salted Fish asked the people passing by the door one by one, "What's the news?"

They waited a few more hours before they received an answer, but it suddenly made them pale and stared at each other in silence.

"We are on the losing side. ”

"We had to retreat. ”

"They are thousands more than us. ”

"The Southerners cut off the cavalry of Stygian near Sunset Fortress.

We have to go and support them. ”

"Our lads will all be in town in no time. “

Clumsy and Salty Fish clutched each other's arms tightly to prevent them from falling.

"Is it -- is the Southerners coming?"

"Yes, ma'am, they are coming, but they will not go deep, ma'am. ”

"Don't worry, miss, they can't occupy the Valley of Storms. ”

"No, ma'am, we have built a million kilometers of walls around this city. ”“

I've heard the lion ghost say, 'I can keep the valley forever—"

"But we don't have a lion ghost now, what we do are—"

"Shut up, you fool, you're trying to scare the ladies?"

"The Southerners will never want to take this place, ma'am. ”

"Why don't you ladies go to the Valley of the Devil or any other safe place?

"The Southerners won't take over the Valley of the Storm, but as long as they have the intentions, it's not fitting for the ladies to stay here. ”

"It looks like it's going to be under heavy bombardment. “

The next day it rained sulliantly, and the defeated army flocked into the valley of the wind and clouds, exhausted by a hundred days of fighting and retreating, hungry and tired, and even their unicorns were like scarecrows.

The cannons and ammunition boxes could only be carried with bits and pieces of hemp rope and flat belts.

But they were not like a rabble of rabbles rushing into the city.

They marched in a neat stride, looking exuberant despite their ragged clothes, and the red flag, which had been shattered for a long time, fluttered in the rain.

They had learned how to retreat in an orderly manner under the command of the griffin, and knew that such a retreat was just as great a strategic plan as an advance.

The queue with full beards and ragged clothes surging along Lingshu Street with the music of "Lingquan". (To be continued.) )