At the beginning of February, the continuous snowfall finally stopped, and the long-lost blue sky was reappeared. The defeated Hewei army did not move, and the imperial capital army did not rush to enter Mojiao City, and everything fell silent in the white snow.

At the army station in Xia Qian City, there were several soldiers clearing the snow on the edge of the spacious martial arts arena, but they stopped the shovels in their hands from time to time to shovel the snow and stopped to watch the central site that had been swept clean. Right there, Huo Yiben and Huo Wuxian stood opposite each other, each holding a long wooden stick used for practice.

"Come on! Let me see the results of your training over the past few days. Huo Yiben held the stick in one hand, his eyes were full of sternness, even when he usually trained soldiers, he had never had such an attitude.

Huo Wuxian also changed his usual casual appearance, and his eyes were fixed on his father, who was only seven or eight meters away from him. Perhaps due to the influence of the environment, of course, self-reflection is indispensable, he no longer complains about learning gunmanship, but becomes very serious.

Although the snow has been cleared from the site, the road surface is still slippery. Huo Wuxian cautiously took a few steps forward, and approached his father with both hands clenching the wooden stick. From his point of view, his father hardly had any flaws to be found, perhaps because of the psychological effect, and the figure was like a mountain standing in front of him, difficult to shake.

Huo Yiben's appearance looks serious and relaxed, seriousness is the expectation of his son in his eyes, and ease is that his posture and movements have no martial arts posture at all. In the face of his son's pressing step by step, he instead stood on the ground with the wooden stick in his hand, and had no intention of making a move at all.

Huo Wuxian saw that he and his father had reached the range where they could attack each other, so he simply concentrated all his energy on the stick in his hand and stabbed it towards his father's abdomen in front of him. He had practiced this move thousands of times, and if he hit, he was fully confident that his father would feel the effort he had been working on for days.

In the face of the sticks that broke through the air, Huo Yiben's arm did not move, but only kicked the tail end of the stick standing on the ground with his toes, and the stick immediately tilted upward, colliding with the stick in Huo Wuxian's hand with bottom-up force, and changed the direction of Huo Wuxian's offensive, causing it to deviate from the target.

At this moment, Huo Yiben took a step forward, a trace of courage flashed in his eyes, and he snatched the stick from his son's hand with his empty palm. The two sticks came out together and struck on both sides of Huo Wuxian's leg bend, and he immediately felt a tingle in his muscles and bones, and his legs bent uncontrollably and knelt on the ground.

Huo Yiben threw the stick that originally belonged to his son in front of him and said: "Marksmanship is flexible and changeable, which makes the person with the gun even more improvised. When you shoot a gun, you only think about attacking, ignoring yourself and your opponent, even if you practice for a few more years, what's the use. Learning spearmanship is to cultivate your mind, use your brain to think well, not that I teach you a trick and you learn a trick, what is the difference between that and a wooden man. ”

Huo Wuxian knelt on the ground without saying a word, originally wanted his father to impress him and completely change his father's attitude towards him, but now it seems that he is still a big gap from his father's approval. He couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, it was rare for him to work so hard to do something, but he couldn't get the recognition he deserved, and even felt that he was so worthless with such efforts, and all the struggles were just wishful thinking on his part from beginning to end.

In the imperial capital of Qianji Hall, the problems that have plagued Huo Mengsheng for several days are entangled like resentful spirits. He felt that he had been in a quagmire from which he could not break free, and he had neither the strength to escape and struggle, nor the determination to wait for death.

His hair was scattered, and his clothes hadn't been changed for three days, but he just locked himself on the platform on the top of the Stargazing Pavilion, watching the clouds during the day and the stars at night, and even the big and small affairs of the Thousand Machine Hall were handed over to his subordinates to do, and he had no intention of paying attention to it anymore.

At this time, wine became the only thing to rely on, the bitter and spicy taste bypassed the tip of the tongue, paralyzed the nerves and warmed the blood, and between being half drunk and half awake, Huo Mengsheng seemed to have returned to his childhood. The clear summer skies, the hard work of training marksmanship, the pleasures found in books, and the sad and touching sobbing appearance of my mother.

"Ahh He roared, as if he wanted to spit out all the unhappiness that had accumulated in his heart in this way, and raised his hand to knock out a pile of papers on the table, and the white paper was immediately scattered all over the ground.

"Mengsheng, I now lack a real son, not a righteous son."

Ban Pinren's words kept echoing in his mind, as insignificant as a feather, but like a heavy boulder weighing him down. There are times in life when you have to make a choice, and people who are resolute and persistent obviously have an innate advantage in this regard. Huo Mengsheng once thought that he was that kind of person, and he could make correct and effective judgments no matter what problems he faced. But now he has discovered that there is no absolute courage and persistence in this world, and even the choice is based on conditions, not the meaning of the choice itself.

In mid-February, the repaired Imperial Capital Army set off again from Xia Yan, this time Huo Yiben commanded an army of 150,000 and prepared to encircle Mojiao City from four directions, wanting to completely wipe out all the forces of the Hewei Army. Huo Wuxian was really incorporated into the infantry array of the vanguard army, walking with those spearmen in black armor. Wearing the uniform of the infantry, he neither looks like a young master, nor does he look like a soldier, which is funny and makes people laugh.

The city of Mokao, which is already the most frontier of the human world, is further northwest is countless mountains, and only Asuka knows what else is at the end of the mountains. The people here are inseparable from the mountains, the trees and stones on the mountains are used to build dwellings, the birds and animals in the mountains can fill the hunger, and the herbs growing in the mountains can eliminate diseases and relieve pain.

The imperial army that came from afar didn't know much about this place, and Huo Yiben set up an array under the city, but he didn't see the movement of the enemy army for a long time. The closed gates, the lone crane banner on the city walls, all this exudes an unusual and dangerous atmosphere in the silence.

Huo Yiben ordered the infantry to attack the city, and let the siege vehicles that had been transformed into imperial vehicles follow behind.

The black-armored infantry approached the city gate smoothly, and there was no change on the city wall during this period, until the first row of infantry came to a position only a dozen meters away from the city gate, and suddenly the ground subsided. It turned out that around the city was a trap dug by the Hewei military first, the surface was covered with a layer of loose soil, and below was a deep pit of seven or eight meters, and at the bottom of the pit there were sharpened wooden stakes buried, and the soldiers who fell were not spared, and they screamed for a while.

Huo Wuxian was in the second row of the array, and when he saw the soldiers walking in front of him fall into the pit, his face turned pale with shock, his body retreated vigorously, and he even touched the tips of the guns of the soldiers in the third row. During this period of his panic, the figures of the gunners and crossbowmen of the Hewei army were finally revealed on the walls of Moke City, and the rain of arrows immediately came, and the infantry who had no time to react were in chaos, and some of them died in the chaos of arrows and missiles before they could understand what was happening.

Huo Yiben immediately ordered to organize a long-range fire counterattack, and considering to avoid serious damage to Mojiao City, he had no intention of using the Soul Stone Heat Beam Cannon for the time being. The two sides were crushed by the exchange of bullets and arrows, and the surviving infantry not far from the city gate also began to charge again, and several shirtless warriors braved the rain of arrows to carry long iron plates on top of the nearly four-meter-wide pit.

Huo Wuxian also followed the infantry to rush to the city gate, because of the trap, the transformed imperial car could not reach, so he had to work together to move the battering ram to hit the gate. Inside the door, too, there were clearly enemy forces struggling to resist, and after each impact, the slightly open crack of the door would be closed again from the inside, and the sound of carrying heavy objects could be heard from time to time.

Huo Wuxian watched from the side with a gun, and those sweaty wrestlers made his body and mind feel strongly shocked. The strong will of the strong men to sacrifice their lives, the battlefield is cruel and almost hellish and fierce, and the individuals seem insignificant in such an environment, like raindrops falling from the clouds to the sea, which will be swallowed up in an instant.

Seeing that the city gate was getting looser and looser, the enemy troops inside seemed to begin to waver, and the resistance was not so fierce, and the chaotic footsteps of people fleeing were heard one after another. The wrestlers roared angrily, and made several unusually violent collisions in unison, and finally smashed the gate open a gap that allowed one person to pass through, but immediately gunmen shot from inside the gate, and several wrestlers standing in front of them were shot and killed in the blink of an eye.

Huo Wuxian didn't dare to act rashly, he pressed his body against the corner between the city wall and the city gate, looking at the soldiers who were much braver than himself charging and falling down one by one, his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his throat. No one will laugh at themselves here, and no one will come to help them, everyone will strive for a goal, who is fat and who is thin? Who is beautiful and who is ugly? Who's tall and who's short? Who is good and who is evil? No one cares about that. If a person is willing to abandon his life to accomplish something, then the part of the person who has lived before is no longer important, and the light of life will bloom violently at this moment, and it will also be the glorious moment when he is born to burn his soul until the light is dimmed and extinguished and eternal sleep.

I'm going to charge too! He suddenly felt such an urge in his heart. Either infected by the comrades-in-arms around him, or angered by his own shame, Huo Wuxian finally became no longer like Huo Wuxian.

The soul pattern ability was activated instantly, and the Thunder Shadow Flying Dragon Horse broke through the crack in the space and appeared, carrying Huo Wuxian into the city gate. There were only a dozen enemy soldiers left guarding the city gate, and they were stunned when they saw the dragon horse as dazzling as white light breaking in, and they forgot to stop it. Later, the imperial capital army that followed took advantage of this opportunity to kill and occupy the city gate, and a large number of imperial capital troops poured into the city of Mojiao.

Huo Wuxian rode a dragon horse and galloped through the streets of the city, but there was not half a figure along the way. There were neither enemy troops nor civilians, and all around were empty and desolate, like an empty city.

"Who's there?" Just as Huo Wuxian was looking left and right, a figure quickly burrowed into a private house, so he shouted.

Holding his spear and slowly coming to the door of the house, he listened carefully to the movement inside, first picked the door with the tip of the gun, and then looked inside when he saw that there was no danger. However, there was no one in the room except the stove, wardrobe, and bed.

"Strange, am I dazzled?" Huo Wuxian was talking to himself, and the imperial capital army was coming from the direction of the city gate.

After the imperial army occupied the city, Huo Yiben waited for news in the square in the center of the city.

"Report! There were only about 200 gunners and crossbowmen on the walls, all of them dead soldiers, and they all committed suicide before we could capture them. No other Hewei troops were found in the city, not even a single civilian. ”

Huo Yiben stood up suddenly, "Oh no! Falling for the enemy's scheme......" Before he could finish speaking, a thunderous explosion came from the west of the city, and the flames of the explosion soared into the sky, and the smoke quickly rose into the air.

A soldier hurried over and shouted at Huo Yiben: "Oh no, General! There were bombs in the city, and we found a lot of explosives in the residents' houses, and there were ...... everywhere" He didn't finish his sentence before he was completely drowned in another loud explosion.