Mo Yun Vulture took three steps back and said, "This little cyclamen remembers the map of the soul holy light in his heart! The original map has been burned by the Empty Color Immortal Venerable, and the little cyclamen will burn him alive in front of Mr. You Zhou's tomb, and it will be the same!"

The Spirit Emperor, Wuji, Jie Yu and others wanted to take people away, but they were all sealed by his chain of five spirit knives and couldn't grab it!

Mo Yun Vulture threw Zhou Bo and threw it to the nine men guarding the door, shouting, "Hurry up!" The two men reached over at the same time, took Zhou Bo, and did not go out the same way, and went straight into the spirit forest outside the Dawn Temple!

The Spirit Emperor and the others each rushed out with their finger spear immortal techniques, but they couldn't break through his invisible spirit knife net for a while!

Moyun Vulture heard the sound of unicorn hooves, and knew that nine subordinates had taken Zhou Bo to the north, and Chang Lehe said: "Burn the dead map, but you have a living map! Mr. You Zhou has someone underground, but he doesn't feel lonely!"

The right palm slashed obliquely, and with a bang, the two pillars of the Dawn Temple were knocked down, and the body was slightly pretended, and it ran into the forest like a light smoke, and he didn't know where to go in an instant!

The Spirit Emperor and the Quan Dian both snatched out, and saw that the Moyun Vulture had already gone away!

Emperor Ling said: "Chase!"

The placket is windy, floating for several meters!

Quit Electric Immortal Venerable walked side by side with him and chased north!

For the first time since the start of the Human-Demon Holy War, the sound of cannons can be heard in Fengyun Valley, and every morning before the hustle and bustle of the city sounds, people can faintly hear the rumbling of cannons on Beehive Mountain, the sound is distant and low, you still think it is summer thunder. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sometimes it's quite clear, even audible from the midday roar of the rails.

People want not to listen to it, they want to cover it up with talk, laughter, and constant work, as if the Southerners were not forty kilometers away, but their ears are pricked up to hear the voice.

The city is in a state of full attention, because even though the citizens have work in their hands, everyone is still listening, listening. There are always a hundred or so times a day, and their hearts will suddenly jump.

Isn't the cannon louder?

Is this just their imagination?

Will the lion ghost general stop the southerners this time, will he?

People's panic has only been temporarily concealed and not publicly revealed.

The nerves, which had become more tense day by day as the army retreated, were now approaching the breaking point.

No one spoke of fear, the topic had long been taboo, and people had to show their nervousness by shouting accusations against the general.

Public sentiment has reached the point of frenzy. The Dark Lord has reached the gates of the Valley of Storms. If it retreats further, the army of the Northern Holy Soul Alliance will enter the city.

Give us a general who won't retreat!

Give us someone who is willing to fight to the death!

When the rumbling cannon sound in the distance had filled the ears, the militia known as the "Precious Son" of the Governor of Fumo, as well as the township regiments of Honshu, drove out of Fengyun Valley to defend the bridge and ferry of the Shengshui River behind the lion ghost general.

It was a cloudy day, and it was purple and gloomy. When they walked through Five Points Town and walked along the Soul Purifying Spring Avenue, it began to drizzle.

The citizens poured out of the city, standing under the canopies of the shops on both sides of the Spirit Tree to see them off, and they were eager to cheer.

Sweetheart asked for leave from the hospital and came here to watch the teams set off, because Uncle Winter Melon and Grandpa Sweetheart were part of the township group.

They huddled in the crowd with Mrs. Raccoon, tiptoeing to watch.

Although Ben Ben was also full of the hopes of ordinary northerners, and only believed in the most pleasing and reassuring news in the development of the war situation, but now he could not help but feel desolate when he watched these mixed teams pass by, and there was no doubt that since these rabble of old men and children who did not know how to fight were going out to fight, the seriousness of the situation could be imagined!

Indeed, there was no shortage of young and vigorous men in the ranks in front of them, dressed neatly dressed in the beautiful uniforms of the militia, which were very popular in society, with hats and feathers in their hats and sashes around their waists.

But there are also many old men and children, and their appearance is stupid and stupid, and they are pitiful and worried, and they are very uncomfortable.

Some of the gray-haired men were older than her father, and they staggered forward to the beat of the military band in the hazy drizzle, and Grandpa Sweetheart, with Mrs. Sweetheart's finest checkered scarf draped over his shoulders as a raincoat, walked at the forefront, smiling to pay tribute to the girls.

They also waved their handkerchiefs and shouted "Goodbye!" to him.

Only the sleepworm clung to the clumsy arm, and whispered, "Now, if it rains heavily, poor old man, he'll be finished!

Uncle Bao was walking in a row behind Grandpa Sweetheart, the collar of his long coat was turned up to cover his ears, and on his belt hung two pistols from the era of the Holy War of Demons in Haijiaowan, and he was carrying a small travel bag, and next to him was a luminous man of about his age, holding an umbrella for him, and the young men walked side by side with these old men, none of whom seemed to be over sixteen years old.

Many of them had escaped from school to join the army, and now they were dressed in the uniforms of cadets of the military academy, and their rain-soaked purple military hats were soaking with luminous feathers on them, and the white canvas straps that crossed their chests were also soaked, and among them were little bullfrogs, who proudly wore his late brother's unicorn knife and the short spear he used on horseback, and deliberately wore his hat crookedly, looking very spirited.

Mrs. Raccoon smiled and waved at him as if she were about to collapse suddenly, and it was not until he walked past that she rested her head on her clumsy shoulder for a while.

There are also many who are completely unarmed, as the Northern Coalition government has neither guns nor ammunition to distribute to them.

These people hoped to get their clothes and arms from the captured and killed northern soldiers.

They had hunting knives stuck in their boots, and long, thick, iron-tipped poles called "demon guns", and those who were more fortunate had an old-fashioned flintlock pistol, which was slung over their shoulders and had horns of gunpowder hanging from their waists.

He needed 10,000 new troops to replenish his ranks, and General Lion Ghost had lost about 10,000 in the retreat, and these people, who were stupid and scared when they thought about it, were the ones he had gotten!

The gun carriage rumbled past, splashing muddy water into the crowd of onlookers, when Clumsy suddenly noticed a luminous man walking on a grey mule against a cannon.

He was young, with a serious expression, and when he saw it, he exclaimed, "That's a water spider! What is he doing here?"

She squeezed through the crowd to the side of the unicorn road, shouting, "Water spiders, stop!"

When the young man saw her, he took the reins, smiled happily, and prepared to jump off the unicorn.

Behind him was a soaking wet sergeant riding a unicorn and shouted, "Don't let the unicorn go, or I'll kill you!" “

The water spider looked at the sergeant, and then at the stupid, and didn't know what to do.

So he waded through the muddy water and walked to the side of the passing car, and grabbed the water spider's unicorn stirrup belt.

"Now, a minute, sir, water spider, you don't need a unicorn.

What the hell are you doing here?"

"Miss Stupid, I'll go to the front again. This time it's with Mr. Boss Mountain, not with Mr. Mengzhou. ”

"With Mr. Kamen!" Stupid was stunned. Mr. Kamen is almost seventy!

"Next to the last cannon in the back, Miss Stupid, there's in the back!"

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Boy, let's go. “

Clumsy stood ankle-deep in the mud for a moment, watching the gun carriage stagger past.

She thought to herself, he was too old, that couldn't be.

And he, like Mengjiao, doesn't like to fight very much!

She took a few steps back to the side of the unicorn road, where she stood looking at every passing face.

Later, when the last cannon and ammunition box roared and splashed all the way to the muddy water, she saw him, the tall, thin and straight body, with silver hair hanging wet from his head and neck, easily straddled a little strawberry-colored female unicorn, who was like a lady in satin, shrewdly picking her place from the muddy puddles.

Why, this female unicorn is Karui! Lady Brainless Karui!

When Mr. Kamen saw her standing in the mud, he smiled happily and strangled the unicorn against a cannon, then jumped off the unicorn and walked towards her.

"I was hoping to see you, stupid. I have brought a lot of information for your family. But it's too late now. As you can see, we were ordered to assemble this morning, but they rushed us to set off at once. ”

"Now, Mr. Kamen," she cried out desperately, taking his hand, "don't go!

"Now, you think I'm too old!" he smiled, this smile was exactly the same as Mengjiao's, but his face was older,"

Maybe I'm a little older when I walk, but I'm not old at all when I ride a unicorn and shoot a gun. And not as generous as Madame Brain, who lent me Karui, and I rode very comfortably.

I hope nothing happens to Karui, so if it has three long and two short, I will never come back, and I will not have the face to see the mindless lady.

Karui was the last unicorn she had left. “

He laughed happily, and his stupid fear was swept away.

"Your parents and sisters are very nice, they asked me to bring you greetings. Your father almost came with us today. ”

"Now, my dad won't!" cries Clumsy in horror. "You're not going to war, my dad isn't, is you?"

"No, but he wanted to go. Sure, he can't go far, he has a knee problem, but he really wants to ride a unicorn with us.

Your mother agreed, but asked him to try to see if he could jump over the fence in the pasture, for she said that the army would have many difficulties and dangers to cross on unicorns.

Your father thought it would be easy, but- do you believe it or not?

As soon as his unicorn ran to the fence and stopped, and your father tumbled over the unicorn's head, it was a miracle that he didn't break his neck!

You know how stubborn he is. He immediately got up and jumped.

In this way, stupid, he fell three times in succession, and Mrs. Piaoxiang and Bei Beijiao carried him to the bed.

He was still unconvinced, and swore that it must have been your mother who had chanted some incantation into the unicorn's ear.

"Stupid. He can't do any hard work anymore, and you don't have to be ashamed of it. After all, someone has to stay behind to grow crops for the army. ”

Stupid felt relieved and not ashamed at all.

"I sent Rourou and Sisi to live with the girls of the Dahua Wang family in the Valley of the Devil's Horn, while Mr. Piaoxiang took care of the Kiss of Eros and the Twelve Spirit Tree Village back and forth—I must go, dear.

Let me kiss your pretty face. “

Clumsy cocked his little mouth and felt his throat choked at the same time. She loves Mr. Kamen very much. There was a time, long ago, when she wanted to be his daughter-in-law.

"You must bring this kiss to the salted fish, this one to the weak," he said, and kissed it lightly twice.

"How's the weak?"

"She's fine. ”

"Nah!" his eyes were fixed on her, but through her, and past her like a dream, those indifferent purple eyes were staring at another world.

"If only I could see my eldest grandson, goodbye, dear. “

He jumped on the unicorn's back and let Karui run slowly, his hat still in his hand, his silver hair dripping in the rain.

Before he could grasp the meaning of his last words, Dumb returned to Sleepworm and Lady Raccoon.

Then, out of superstitious fear, she drew a cross on her chest and wanted to say a prayer.

He talked about death, just like Mengjiao, but now Mengjiao -- no, no one should talk about death! Talking about death is something that is offensive to the will of God.

The three women silently set off to brave the rain to go back to the hospital, when Ben Ben was purifying his soul: "God, please don't blame him. He, and Mengjiao, don't blame him!"

In this way, the step-by-step retreat from Storm Ridge to Hive Mountain was taken from early May to mid-June. Then came the rainy season in the summer of June, and the Dark Lord failed to drive the Northern army away from the steep and slippery slopes, so everyone rejoiced, and the people saw hope again, and spoke of General Dashans much more gently.

As the rain began to increase from June to July, the Northern Soul Alliance forces fought hard around the fortified highlands, leaving the Dark Lord in a dilemma.

At this time, Fengyun Valley was even more ecstatic, carried away by hope.

Okay, okay! We've got them!

This euphoria spread like a plague, and was filled with balls to celebrate the evening, and whenever people returned to the city from the front for the night, they were feasted, and then there was a ball, in which ten times more girls than men attended, and they worshipped them and rushed to dance with them.

The Valley of Storms is crowded with tourists, refugees, families of hospitalized wounded soldiers, and wives and mothers of front-line soldiers.

In addition, groups of young and beautiful girls flocked to the city from the countryside, because only men under the age of 16 and over 80 were left in the countryside.

Aunt Salty Fish was vehemently opposed, believing that their only purpose in coming to Fengyun Valley was to find a husband, and this shameless practice made her wonder how far the world was going to fall. (To be continued.) )