The quiet streets, the bright lights occasionally take a few people for a walk, in this scorching summer, it is already the second half of the night, but there are always many people who lose sleep.

Yan Sheng looked at the various buildings outside the street, the lights of the houses were not extinguished, and the figures were swaying in front of the house or in front of the window, their hearts were inexplicably anxious, this may be the so-called premonition of people.

A faint fragrance gradually became rich in the breeze, and Yansheng and Xiaomeng, who were standing in front of the window, frowned slightly.

"Are you coming?" asked Xiao Meng.

"It should be soon!" Yansheng replied softly.

The fragrance is suddenly strong, like the osmanthus before the Chongyang Festival, and after it is sweet to the depths of the heart, it makes people feel greasy.

"It smells so good!" anyone who smells this fragrance can't help but admire.

"Shall we go to the drunken building?" asked Xiao Meng.

"Yes, go to the non-drunk building, multiple people will take care of it!" Yansheng said, turned around and cleaned up briefly, carried the thunder sword, and ran in the direction of the non-drunk building.

At this time, overlooking the southeast, northwest and northwest walls of Jirui City, you can see a pair of blood-red eyes, like lanterns at night, approaching the city wall from the official road or on the hills.

After Hong Liang received the news from Ao Cang, he personally commanded on the city wall, just like the eight armies attacked the city wall two years ago.

Looking at the sky, it was already the second half of the night, and through the firelight on the city wall, Hong Liang saw a pair of blood-colored eyes in the darkness.

He knew that the battle was about to begin!

"Attention all!" a loud and majestic voice echoed, and the guards were solemn.

I saw him wave his big hand, the horn sounded, and the drum beat to the sky, and everyone in Jirui City was awakened by the sound of the drum.

They know that what is supposed to come is still coming.

There were those who stood in front of their courtyard with large knives, their trembling bodies, their eyes showing their determination, and the swords shining brightly, ready for those who might break in, some huddled in their houses, hiding under the covers, trembling in fear of the coming moment, and still others were calm, calm to the point of numbness, most of these people were exiles, whose homes had long been destroyed in the war.

On the street, Hong Cong led the patrol guards in the city, and the number of people was out, the spear in his hand was dazzling, and the saber at his waist was ready to be unsheathed at any time.

Hong Ming led the people to hold the second line of defense, and those who broke through the city wall still needed to step through their bones in order to confront Hong Cong's third line of defense.

Hong Liang looked at the blood-colored eyes, and there was no discrepancy with the news he had gotten, this was a group of 'living dead'!

I saw him wave his hand, and thousands of dead soldiers flew up and stood at the forefront of the team. These dead soldiers are all brought by soul extractors, these dead soldiers have absolute power, and they can only kill.

There is no shouting of killing, there is just the clanging of swords, the duel between the dead and the living dead, there is no so-called blood, they kill people are just subconscious actions.

One by one, the dead fell, one by one the living dead exploded to death, the cold blood in the summer heat, exuding a rotten stench, this is not flowing blood, their bodies are no longer themselves.

Every time he faced these dead soldiers, there was a contradiction in Hong Liang's heart, they were all adventurers who had a glorious past, but they were unlucky and were refined into weapons of war, what can they say? War has never had anything to say, right and wrong, it has long been like the blood flowing on the ground, and will eventually seep into the ground and disappear.

"Archers prepare!" Hong Liang ordered loudly when he saw that the army behind the living dead began to slowly approach.

This is the army of the state of Java, the eight countries are divided because of the uneven distribution of the resources of the bronze country, and the country of Java is close to the country of the bronze, and the soldiers sent there can arrive as quickly as possible.

This was originally a struggle within the Eight Kingdoms, but they put the battlefield on the Bronze Country, and they completely ignored the sovereign status of the Bronze Country in other countries, under the banner of common prosperity.

Oh, they don't have sovereignty!

The slaughter continued, the blood rained wildly, the stumps and wreckage, the smoke of gunpowder soared into the sky, the absolute darkness before dawn completely descended, and the killing gradually escalated, it was a carnival of violence.

The dead to the living dead, two kinds of silent killing, because of the cold blood and stumps, finally stimulated the living!

At this time, the fighting power of the dead and the living dead on the battlefield began to weaken at dawn!

An army of 50,000 appeared a hundred paces south of Jirui City, where arrow attacks were restricted, and the two armies faced each other, and the drums of war roared.

This is the beginning of the battle of the living!

"Kill!" the Javanese general waved his hand, and the soldiers shouted loudly and rushed forward.

"Release!" a loud order, the arrows rained down, the perfect arc, in order to hit the enemy's heart.

Rumble!

The shield glowed brightly in the sun, the light refracted and shook the eyes of the archers on the ramparts.

"Prepare for the wooden cannon stones!"

The army below has already finished the city walls, and they have put up ladders!

Thundered!

The wooden cannon stones that kept falling on the city wall shot down the attackers one after another.

Finally, the blood of the living flowed to the ground, and in the sun, it looked extremely red.

Under the blue sky and white sun, the walls on all sides of Jirui City are experiencing fighting, the smoke of gunpowder will shroud the sun, and the smell of blood is still covered by a faint fragrance.

In the city, a riot began, and at some point, such a group of people entered this relatively peaceful southern city, and they burned and looted without scruples.

Hong Cong was furious, these people all entered the southern city from the east city, the west city, the north city, but fortunately, the patrol in the city had been prepared, and the riots were forcibly stopped.

These people just want to cooperate with the outside, but they ignore the Hong family as the chief guard, but it has been hundreds of years, and this kind of trick is still easy to see.

Yansheng and Jiang Cuihua stayed in front of the courtyard, and Xiao Meng and the others rested first last night and fled, and their energy was very important.

They don't know how the battle will end, and the only thing they can do is protect the most important people around them.

"Your Xuan Power hasn't recovered any signs yet?" Jiang Cuihua asked.

Yansheng shook his head, half a year has passed, the meridians have been repaired through medicine, and the dantian still has not moved at all, and the Xuanli is like a rolling flood that goes to the east of the river, which is difficult to recover.

"Judging from the experience of cultivating soul power, I think you may need some kind of opportunity!" Jiang Cuihua said with a smile.

Yan Sheng nodded noncommittally, according to the current level of thin aura, it is not easy to cultivate Xuan Li, maybe all he needs is an opportunity, just like when he accidentally entered the Thunder Hall in the Fire Wolf Training Camp.

"Yansheng, I have already written to inform my master (Hals) about you, I guess maybe Tianluoquan can help you!" Jiang Cuihua said.

Yansheng thought for a while and said with a smile: "Thank you, Aunt Jiang, it's just that Tianluo Spring has long been destroyed, where else is there in this world?"

"Don't forget, maybe they had it back then!"

"Tianluo Spring is a good thing, at that time, I inadvertently absorbed the power of Tianluo Spring Water, and the meridians would be broadened, so that I could withstand more aura, so as to cultivate the Xuan Power step by step. It's just that the sea entry stone is completely gone, and Luo Quan doesn't cooperate with the sea entry stone this day, and I don't know if it's okay?"

"Don't think about these questions yet, maybe he can find a bottle of Tianluo Spring, and you can only be a dead horse doctor now!" Jiang Cuihua quipped.

Yansheng nodded again and again, and said, "Maybe it's only like this at the moment." ”

As the two spoke, their hearts seemed to relax a lot, and they looked up at the smoke of the early morning, and their eyes became calm.

"This war doesn't seem to be comparable to the war of adventurers, it's all ants against ants, knives and guns against flesh and blood, what do you say these people will become after they die?" Jiang Cuihua asked with a smile.

Yan Sheng's mind recalled the content of "A Brief History of the Waste Continent", in fact, since the first battle of the Fire Wolf Training Camp, the experience of this world is different from the content of the Brief History, that is, if there is a deviation in a certain place, it will lead to a different result.

Moreover, the content on "A Brief History of the Waste Continent" does not have this kind of war description, so Yansheng does not know what direction it will develop.

Hearing Jiang Cuihua's words at this time, he originally wanted to say that these people might return to Nirvana City, but he was still not sure, so he smiled and said, "I don't know where they will go, maybe they are dead!"

Jiang Cuihua looked at the sadness in Yansheng's eyes and asked, "I heard that you died once?"

Yansheng said with a smile: "Actually, I still don't know if I'm dead or alive, but after having Xiaomeng, I feel like I'm alive." ”

"Is it because you have something to protect?"

"Maybe, I don't know!" Yeonsheng laughed a little silly.

Jiang Cuihua did not restore the memory of Nirvana City, and Yansheng did not tell her about the memory of Nirvana City, he felt that the life she was living now was very good, dependent, laughing, calm and beautiful.

"How do you know I've died once?" asked Yeonsheng.

"Hey, Master once told me about you meeting this mage, I think you may understand that feeling!" Jiang Cuihua said with a smile.

"That's hell!" Yeonsheng replied simply.

The two sat in the courtyard, their figures stretched in the early morning sun, like a pair of sisters and brothers.

Luo Congyun got up and walked out of the hall, just in time to see the elongated figures of the two in the sunshine covered by gunsmoke, talking and laughing with a sense of calmness.

He turned around and walked towards the kitchen, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's been a long time since I cooked myself!"

Outside the southern city, the siege of Java failed, they retreated to a certain distance, camped, this attack is just a test, a test of the duel of troops, they know that the city of Jirui has now been besieged, and the grain and grass will definitely become the main problem after a period of time.

They can't take it for a while, they have time, and they are bound to get Jirui City.

The two armies confronted each other, the atmosphere was solemn, and the strongest attack met the strongest defense!

Looking at the Javanese army in the distance, Hong Liang knew the other party's calculations, but at the moment, he had no choice, after all, there were three other city walls, what he had to do was to guard the city walls of the southern city and not let the enemy army step into half a point.

This confrontation is half a moon.