Sure enough, as the tea stall owners said, the Jinghe River basin has long been flooded and people have been displaced.

The closer you get to the Jing River, the worse the situation becomes.

At this moment, Ning Xiu suddenly stopped, he felt that there was a living breath not far in front of him, and there was more than one.

He walked some distance and sure enough, he saw a small village.

Along the way, he had seen many ruined towns and villages, and this was the first time he had seen a village with living people.

At the entrance of the village, a wooden plaque was washed to the ground by the water, and only one corner was hung from a large tree with difficulty, making a "squeak" sound.

Ning Xiu looked up, and there were three words "Xiaohe Village" engraved on it, thinking that it was the name of this village.

The village is small, with a stone road running almost the entire length of the village, and the road is lined with houses that have long since fallen into a dilapidated state.

Those villagers who were lucky enough to survive this disaster just leaned in front of the door, their clothes were ragged, their faces were yellow and thin, and their eyes were hollow, and even Ning Xiu, an outsider from the village, did not notice it.

At this moment, a burst of earth-shattering gongs suddenly sounded.

Then Ning Xiu saw that the eyes of those villagers gradually began to glow, and they all stood up and walked towards the village.

During this period, I also heard a few people talking while walking: "Hurry up, the village chief has called for a speech." ”

"Is that the thing?"

"Last night, the village chief and Zhang Laoxiu discussed with them for one night, and the results should be announced. ”

"Whether you leave or stay, you have to make a decision earlier, and now you can't live this day. ”

......

Ning Xiu hid his figure and quietly walked forward with the flow of people.

I saw two people standing on a stone platform in the center of the village, and I thought it was the village chief and Zhang Lao Xiucai that Fang Cai was talking about.

The crowd gathered to this stone platform, and there were one or two hundred people.

Seeing that the people were almost there, on the stone platform, the village chief stood up and waved his hand to everyone in the audience, and the noisy scene slowly quieted down.

The old village chief looked at everyone, his tone was heavy, and he said: "There are the fathers and villagers of our Xiaohe Village who are present, and there are also friends who have fled from the town or other villages. Three months ago, a flood suddenly broke out in the Jing River, and the flood lasted for 100 days, destroying many homes and displacing many fathers and villagers. ”

"My Xiaohe village was lucky enough to survive this disaster due to the topography, but all the farmland was destroyed, and the already scarce food rations became more difficult because of the arrival of friends, and it seemed that it would not be able to hold on, and according to the brothers who ran out of it, those man-eating monsters would appear at any time. If you continue like this, you will just wait for death, so I discussed with Mr. Zhang and took everyone away today. ”

Generations of people have been resettled, but now they are leaving their homes, and there is no telling how many people will die on the way to flee.

Everyone in the square became extremely silent, but no one objected, everyone silently packed up their things, and under the leadership of the village chief and the old Xiucai, they walked outside the village.

......

The remnant sun is like blood.

Ning Xiu sat on a stone staircase, watching the backs of the villagers slowly disappear in front of his eyes.

At this moment, in a ruin beside him, a sound suddenly sounded.

It was a wooden house that had collapsed in half, and I saw a dirt dog crawling out of the rubble with difficulty.

It was covered in blood, and one of its legs was also crushed by the weight, it glanced at Ning Xiu, limped around the ruins, and suddenly stopped somewhere and called out loudly.

Ning Xiu raised his eyes, was silent for a moment, and with a slight wave of his right hand, the broken stone and wood pieces flew to both sides, revealing the corpses buried inside.

The corpse was already cold and stiff, and the dog, as if unaware, raised his head, arched forward with his nose, and then shrank back with a "whin" and lay down leaning against its master.

The whole village is gone, and only a dog is left to silently guard the place.

This is an old dog, who has not many days to live, and for the rest of his time, he just wants to be quietly by his master's side.

Ning Xiu glanced at it, and silently turned to leave.

......

The war between Dongting and Jinghe has obviously started a long time ago.

Only in this way can we explain the abnormal weather and flooding in the Jinghe River Basin during this period. As for the tea stall guests' claim that the Yaksha eats people, Ning Xiu guessed that it was the deserters on both sides.

Fortunately, the village of Xiaohe was on the brink of war, so it was spared.

Walking further in, Ning Xiu could no longer feel any human breath.

Instead, he discovered a group of Dongting's army, led by a young demon general who had entered the Dao and a heavy heaven.

"Brothers, after drinking this cup, let's go and pull out the stronghold in front of us, kill the miscellaneous pieces of the Guangjing River Water Tribe, and avenge Princess Qingyu!"

The sailors below also raised their heads and drank the bowl of spirits.

They all had a fierce light in their eyes, but also a sense of determination.

The battle between Dongting and Jinghe was not a battle between ordinary cultivators, but a real war.

What Dongting Longjun wants to do is to completely wipe out the Jing River, how wide the waters of the Jing River are, it is naturally impossible for tens of thousands of sailors to stay in the Dragon Palace.

What he has to do is to uproot these external strongholds one by one, and finally completely surround the Jinghe Dragon Palace, and then break it in one fell swoop.

Although these sailors were confident that their side would win in the end, they also knew in their hearts that they would destroy the Jinghe Dragon Palace, which had tens of thousands of sailors, and they would never die less.

This bowl of wine may be the last bowl of wine they will drink in this life.

These sailors like the Dongting Dragon Palace and the Jinghe Dragon Palace are different from the ordinary demon clans, most of them have accepted the unique mark of the dragon clan to practice. In this way, the advantage is very obvious, that is, their cultivation path is much smoother than that of other demon cultivators.

With the transformation step alone, they were able to transform while receiving the Dragon Palace imprint, and those monsters outside didn't know how many years of cultivation they had to endure and how many hardships they had to endure to reach this step.

But the shortcomings are equally obvious, that is, they have lost their freedom the moment they accept the mark of the dragon clan, and they can't help themselves.

During the warlord melee at the end of the Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties, in order to prevent the soldiers from escaping, Zhu Wen ordered to tattoo the soldiers' faces with military horns, set up sentry posts at the road gates to investigate, and the deserters who found the tattoos were executed. This method was quickly adopted by various warlords of all sizes and was also inherited by the Song Dynasty, and the soldiers were all stabbed, and there was a method of escape, and the forbidden army of the stabbing face was beheaded after one day of escape.

The unique dragon sigil on their bodies was even more terrifying than the tattoos on the faces of these soldiers, and the dragon monarch could decide their life and death at the slightest moment, so they had no choice but to move forward.

And this is war.