The black and oppressive [dark clouds] obscured the sky, and the rabbits on the ground who were foraging for food were so frightened that they hurriedly took three steps and jumped into the nest that had been hidden with grass for a long time. ◢ with * dream ◢ small *.lā

By the time it poked its head out of it in horror to get a glimpse of what was going on, the army of dark clouds that were as solemn as the tide had drifted away.

The wind blew on Feng Zhuo's face, and the cloak behind him became straight in the wind, making a hunting sound.

He stepped on the flying sword, his gaze locked on the distant horizon.

The army behind him followed him, surging forward like an infinite wave.

Feng Zhuo was also suffering in the past two days, and his first reaction when he heard that Chen Zhou had fallen was that Feng Dan had died.

However, the news that came after that relieved the old man who almost fainted because of the pain of losing his son-

Feng Dan did not die, as a prisoner, he was very well watched by the Beisha army.

In addition, not only his son, but there was another thing that made him care more -

Jian Kuobei did not resist desperately, although it was a sign of caution and love for the people, but to some extent, could it also be influenced by that person?

The illegitimate son entrusted by the emperor, the boy named Sha Kailan.

However, this is simply nonsense.

Feng Zhuo shook his head, even if Jian Kuobei didn't know the truth, no one in the world could know better than him-

When he went to the address where the illegitimate son was hiding according to the instructions of the emperor, all he saw was a cold corpse.

Feng Zhuo still remembers the appearance of the child when he saw it, although it was already an adult's body, it still looked immature and delicate, and his face was furrowed, full of pain before he died-

He was mercilessly choked by his hands by the throat and suffocated.

At the same time, none of the surrounding guards were spared.

Blood stained the ground red, and only this young man with chapped lips and a handsome face remained holy and noble until he died.

Except for the yellow sand, the white robe on his body looked unusually clean.

A trail of blood from the corner of his lips showed his shocking death.

After that, the general Feng Zhuo buried him with his own hands, did not bring him back to Hengtian according to the emperor's instructions, for the stability of the world, he chose a secluded yellow sand that was not disturbed by people, and buried him deeply.

Yes, Sha Kailan is dead.

Now the one in Beisha is an impostor.

And he must eradicate these scum under the banner of the dead for the sake of justice and duty.

……

After ten days of construction, the current Chen Zhou has completely changed its appearance.

On the outer edge of this irregular circular city, about ten miles away from the outer circle of the city, ten huge turtle forts were built.

The upper part of the Turtle Castle is kept in a hemispherical shape facing the sky, and the lower part is buried underground, and the foundation is very deep to make them more solid.

From the bottom of each turtle fort, there is a passage directly leading to Chen Zhou City, and in order to facilitate the dispatch of personnel back and forth between several castles, the Wei Palace also specially built a circular ten-meter-wide huge trench to connect all the turtle forts.

Jian Kuobei followed Liang Mingfeng's side at this time, looking down on all this from above, only he who had experienced the battle of the mine could have the most profound understanding of them.

A terrifying defense capable of withstanding an hour of onslaught from an army of 50,000 was enough to change history.

The white-clad swordsmith with a masked face was terrifying not like a human.

No one can clearly understand what these turtle castles mean better than Jian Kuobei-

History is about to be rewritten.

Before this, the people of the entire Immortal Sword Continent had a headache about the city's defense, and it was difficult to create many meaningful air defense measures.

Therefore, the pursuit of manpower and weapons has become the core theme of military development in this era.

The sword-forging industry has made great progress, and the population has gradually stabilized since the war in the Thirteen Kingdoms, and although the growth is slow, it is also growing.

There are only defensive measures, and they still retain the appearance of the Yue Chuanwo period a thousand years ago-

A guard tower in the shape of a 10-square-meter mushroom.

Before that, it was not uncommon to think about building a large fortress that could cover the entire city, but for various reasons had to abandon it.

For example, the light covers the entire city, but if it is necessary to maintain people's normal work and living habits, it must be ensured that the normal light will not be affected by the building.

So people have since abandoned the idea of covering the city, and have instead tended to how to make the guard tower stronger, and achieve the role of early warning by building a guard tower defense ring on the outer edge of the city.

The construction materials for defense are also very challenging, and it is very difficult to be able to effectively defend and be easy to repair, so that they will not be easily damaged due to low resistance.

It wasn't until today, when Jian Kuobei saw the outer circle of turtle forts built by the Wei Palace, that he suddenly realized that if he succeeded, the future war would no longer be a pure competition of manpower and weapons.

Defense will also become a very important part of the war, no, a vital one.

His eyes were filled with tears, and he was so excited that he almost burst into tears.

Except for Yan Guan, the red wolf of Beisha, who was also moved, everyone else looked at him with strange eyes.

……

When the Nansha Army arrived, it was noon the day after tomorrow.

The phalanx, overwhelming, and the black oppression, steadily advanced from the north.

The small animals below were so frightened that they scattered and fled, and there were hardly any trees in the empty prairie.

The wind blew everyone's sleeves, and these Nansha soldiers in yellow armor gathered into the sky.

However, when the circular arc-shaped fortress appeared in his field of vision, the great general Feng Zhuo suddenly froze.

"What are those things?"

The turtle fort in the distance, and the ditch connected between them, formed a low barrier, and from Feng Zhuo's point of view, it looked like a pearl necklace threaded by thin threads, lying quietly on the grassland.

Chen Zhoucheng, who is guarded in the middle, is like the largest one in the pearl.

If you hadn't come to fight today, it would have been a beautiful sight.

But—

What about the army in Beisha?

What about the promised army of 100,000?

How could you not see anything.

It stands to reason that Beisha's armor is as red as blood, and it should be more conspicuous in the green grassland.

He looked up and looked around, and it was then that he suddenly realized—

Those round pearls are not useless in the ordinary sense of the word.

Through the shimmering glow in it, Feng Zhuo could faintly see the faint red inside.

It was at this moment that several figures rose from one of the pearls.

One of them, a dark-haired boy with firm eyes but a slightly immature appearance, was his son.