There is no time in the mountains.

When Yuan Lai sat on the top of a thousand mountains seeking a breakthrough, the outside world was still in flames.

Soon after the war began, many predicted that it would not last long, and some even said that three months would be enough to destroy the rebels.

But reality slapped them hard.

No, it's not just a slap in the face.

If these people had the ability to know what was going to happen in the first place, they might have kept their mouths shut.

Before Zhang Ling raised his army, the people in peace had begun to slowly forget the strength of the army, and they also began to ignore the huge difference between the strong army and the weak army, intentionally or unintentionally.

So much so that some people think that as long as they use a sea of people to pile up and provide sufficient logistical supplies, they will be invincible.

To some extent, this idea is not wrong, the war is fought later, it is to fight for money and resources, and the court is not afraid of anyone in this regard.

But what surprised some of the old ministers was that when the war was prolonged little by little, the barren land of the two or three state capitals in the northwest was constantly exporting money, food, and even soldiers.

This is what they can't figure out, and at this time, some economic officials in charge of money and grain suddenly realized that their own side had seriously underestimated the financial resources, grain reserves, and mobilization capacity of the northwest for many years before, or it could be said that the other side had hidden it well.

The latter is a good reason, and it can be said that it is not that our side does not work hard, but that the enemy is too cunning.

In short, both the logistics of the Northwest Army and the combat power of the soldiers at the front are constantly breaking some people's cognition.

This break slowly became a momentum, so much so that many grass people who had blindly trusted the powerful grass people of the imperial court began to waver.

This phenomenon is terrible, but it is a pity that the officials who live in the temples in the capital did not discover this problem in time.

The people's hearts are slowly shifting.

The grass people mean not only that human life is as lowly as grass, but also that this group of people is really a group of wall grass, and whoever has the most momentum will worship in which way.

So in the fourth month of the war, the wind began to change among the people.

Although these subtle changes did not seem to be of practical use, the thinkers of the Northwest Army were excited.

This is a good sign.

And for the imperial court, there is much more trouble, the imperial court has not fought for so long that from top to bottom there is a sense of combing away from the sword soldiers, this feeling is ordinary, but now it has become a life talisman.

There are too few capable generals in the court, and there are more wine bags and rice bags for corpse vegetarian meals.

The first time this problem came to light was because of the defection of a general.

The Qiguo general, who had been holding back the offensive of the Shentu Wojia army, was evaluated as a turtle with a shrunken head, and in the face of the accusations of his colleagues and superiors, he struggled to support it for a period of time, but his power was more and more diminished, and people were also discouraged.

Attacking the city and grabbing the land, the momentum is unparalleled for a while.

Compared with the success of the army, the two sides are in a stalemate in the contest of cultivators.

There are many people in the imperial court but their hearts are uneven, and there are few people in the northwest but there is no way back.

Both have their own advantages and disadvantages, and they are caught in a tug-of-war with each other.

And in the battle at the top, it turned out that the Northwest Army had a slight upper hand.

The sect that had lived in Nanzhou for a long time officially appeared in front of the world again, and it broke out with a terrible background, and the masters of the Southern Sect rushed to the battlefield in large numbers, becoming a nightmare for the cultivators of the imperial court.

The battle at the level of the four realms began with the battle of Chen Taihua in Lushan, and it started violently.

This was a big event that swept the entire cultivation world, and there were almost no sect forces that could be left alone.

Every day, there are practitioners who die, and there are young practitioners who become mature.

Among the people who died, many of them fell from the Four Realms, and of course, more of them were the Second Realm and Three Realms at the bottom.

Of course, risk comes with opportunity, and the tempering between life and death is another extremely effective form of practice, although it is cruel, but it is indeed effective.

The young generation of the major sects is growing up almost every day, and those who are alive have faded away from their youthfulness, become calm, and their realms are constantly rising.

The dead become the obscure paving loess on the path of cultivation.

And this kind of thing happens every day.

Time flies, and in such "full" days, few people will have the heart to feel the passage of time.

People only care about the outcome of their next game, and the other is the talk and concern about the whole battle after dinner.

So, before they could react, another spring and autumn passed.

It's spring again.

"Set up camp ahead!"

Riding on a tall war horse covered in scars, Han Xu calmly gave the order.

The soldiers beside him immediately led the way.

A year has passed, and his face has long lost the original frivolous nature, only seriousness.

With the accumulation of military merits, his military rank has also soared, and now he has changed from a military rank with a deputy character to a middle and senior general who can lead a team of cavalry alone.

While the others were camping, Han Xu also took out the map to identify the direction in a hurry, but he only looked at it for a while before he felt a shadow crash over.

Han Xu immediately looked up, and sure enough, he saw that it was Wei Batu galloping on horseback, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless, Wei Fatzi obviously only followed his father's bravery, but he didn't inherit Wei Wugong's meticulous mind at all, as soon as he got on the horse, he was excited, and he rushed to the front in battle, which made Han Xu worry, but what made people speechless was that Wei Batu's luck was good and jealous, although there were many dangers in the past year, but every time there was no danger, so that this thing recently claimed to be a general star with good luck, and he was proud.

"Hey, okay, don't look at it, I just finished probing the front, and there's no one!" Wei Batu said in a loud voice.

Han Xu glared at him and said, "There is no one in front of you? Have you seen the left and right? Are you sure you have investigated the forest on the right side of the Juma River in front of you? What about the hill forest at the foot of the mountain?"

"Ahem. Wei Batu's face turned red and he didn't answer.

But then, a figure came running at a constant speed from a distance, and it was only less than ten breaths before it came closer.

Han Daye, who was a head taller, said with a straight face: "There is indeed no enemy nearby, you can rest assured." ”

He said it briefly, but with a feeling that made it difficult to distrust, Han Xu nodded when he heard this, and didn't say anything hard, because he knew that Han Dayo didn't care about these things at all.

"Look at it, I'll just say it. Wei Batu immediately borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, and after a few laughs, Han Xu didn't bother to bother with him.

He turned over and dismounted, and asked Han Daye a few more words about the specific situation, and then nodded, really relieved.

After Han Daye said this, he walked towards the nearby small river with the big sword on his back expressionlessly.

Then he put down the sword and wash it in the river, and when he finishes it, he closes his eyes and meditates by the river.

The people in the camp had already seen it, and they knew that Han Daye was a cultivator who didn't like to talk much, so they all kept a distance from him.