The Far East, the outer forests

In the severe winter snow, the 200,000 troops of Hanqi and Shui Lianggong are struggling to advance in the snowy forest. In the vast world, the wind is howling, the snow is falling, and many people's hands and feet are frozen and their clothes are not warm. The soldiers walked hungry and exhausted in the legs-deep snow, and the pioneer battalion struggled to forge a path step by step. After several nights of redoubling patrols and working day and night, many soldiers were exhausted and exhausted, and in such a harsh environment of cold and freezing, once they fell, they were destined to freeze to death...

The army continued to move forward, mercilessly leaving sick soldiers to fend for themselves in the snow. And the soldier who was seriously ill and collapsed and still alive could only crawl in the snow, desperately watching the army go away, disappearing into the vast snow curtain, and then closing his eyes and waiting for the end of his life... It's a helpless and bleak ending, and no one knows if they're going to fall in the next step.

From the first 200,000 troops, after more than a month of marching, there are now 180,000 left. In just one month, 20,000 people unwittingly disappeared into the ranks ...

After walking for such a long time, Qiye also felt that he began to have symptoms of trance, cold bone marrow, and exhaustion. From the time of departure to the present, Qiye has not used spiritual power to inject energy into his body, but at this moment, Qiye's physical strength has been seriously overdrawn and is about to be unable to support it. However, the captain of the battalion drove the carriage alone, urging the other miscellaneous servants to move forward quickly.

Qiye slowly followed behind the convoy, and his body was very weak due to the empty hunger. When he couldn't stand it anymore and was hungry, Qiye leaned down and scooped up a handful of snow slag and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it with the ice slag snow water. At a glance, what else can you find to eat in this cold, snow-covered forest?

The whole army would only make a fire and cook in the evening when it was stationed, but the military rations carried were very limited, and the slave soldiers could only get half a piece of dry food and chaff buns. "Hey~" Qiye sighed deeply and weakly, after a few days of marching, the army had passed through most of the ice and snow forest, and the trees were becoming more and more sparse, as if they were about to get out of the forest. Turning his head to look at the army behind him, the whole army was demoralized and sluggish, and everyone's face was full of anxious fear and resignation to the end. Often, during the march, a soldier falls headlong without warning and never rises again, followed by those who follow him as they are accustomed to bypassing his corpse or hastily stripping off his cotton clothes. The officers and first mates in front of the unit sat on tall horses and continued to move forward without paying attention to the situation behind them.

Seeing this scene, Qiye's eyes dimmed, even if he was used to seeing too many miserable scenes of death, he still felt an indescribable silence... In this way, dragging the pace of the walking dead, another day of progress has passed. The army finally stepped out of the endless snow forest and into a gentle rolling hill.

Because it was getting late, and the army had just passed through the forest and urgently needed to rest, Hanqi and Shui Lianggong decided to stay in place.

As night fell, the troops began to smoke and make fires, after a period of busyness. Qiye received half a piece of dry bread bun, although the ice and snow day bran bun was as hard as iron, but Qiye still held it firmly in the palm of his hand, sitting in the snow and gnawing with relish. And in those gorgeous tents, Han Qi and Shui Liangcheng sat around the warm fire with the generals and adjutants, drinking wine and enjoying the aroma of barbecue. Everyone talked and laughed, and there was a row of lively and jubilant banquet scenes.

Qiye retracted his envious gaze, grabbed a handful of ice slag and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed the "gurgling" ice slag, and swallowed the dry bran bun with the melted ice water. After dinner, Seven Nights began tonight's patrol. After the last encounter of the Iron Snow Wolf raiding the military camp in the middle of the night, Qiye was even more energetic, picking up the torch in one hand and holding the firewood knife on his waist in the other, staring at the boundless darkness around him with all his attention.

Because he was in the military camp and there were many spiritual generals around, he didn't dare to use his spiritual power to explore the surroundings during the seven nights. However, although it is not possible to radiate spiritual power, thinking of the dark eyes of the iron snow wolf that emits blue-green light in the dark, the seven nights have an idea: if you can inject spiritual power into your eyes, will it be able to improve your eyesight? Moreover, the spiritual power emitted by this will not be easy to detect. As for whether it can penetrate the darkness, Seven Nights doesn't know, but it's worth a try!

In the dead of night, when everyone is asleep. Qiye closed his sleepy eyes slightly, sank into the spirit of the Mixed Yuan Refining Realm, and stared at the chaotic cyclone scattered into a sea of clouds in the Mixed Yuan Refining Realm. Although the cyclone control method has not been mastered before, there are subtle senses. Taking a deep breath, the spirit of the seven nights slowly closed his eyes and meditated. Then a slender spiritual pulse shot out from between the spirit's eyebrows, shooting straight into the center of the sea of clouds of the chaotic cyclone. After a while, wisps of faint spiritual power were withdrawn from the sea of clouds, and the spiritual power continued to rise, and then peeled off into silk, forming two uniform and slender spiritual wires, "Xiu~" flew into the dark and deep black pupils of the seven nights in a blink of an eye.

Retracting his spirit, Qiye opened his weak eyes slightly, and in his deep black pupils, a trace of subtle white light suddenly flashed, shining tenaciously like a looming morning star in the night. The white glow only lasted for a few seconds before disappearing, but the vision for a few seconds was several times brighter and clearer than that seen by ordinary eyes at night. Seeing such an unexpected effect, Qiye was extremely happy, and he seemed to have discovered another wonderful use of spiritual power.

In fact, injecting spiritual power into the pupils to improve vision is just a form of spiritual power, just like injecting spiritual power into flesh and blood to increase the strength of the flesh. It's just that Qiye doesn't know anything about the use of spiritual power.

However, Qiye's happiness didn't last long, and a clear sense of prostration, powerlessness, hit..."I didn't expect to use such an ability, so consuming my mind...", Qiye secretly said carelessly in his heart, and he felt a little blurry and dizzy in front of him. With such a poor state, it would be a mistake to spend your mind and energy to control your spiritual power!

Soon Qiye was dizzy and swirled, and he lost his center of gravity and sat on the ground. The unstoppable feeling of sleepiness is getting stronger and stronger, so strong that the sleepy eyes can hardly support the heavy eyelid slipping, and I have not closed my eyes for several nights for seven nights, and I have fallen asleep unconsciously in the snow.

"Click!" At some point, a sharp pain from the right side of his waist came from a rupture, awakening the cold and paralyzed consciousness of Qiye's whole body. Nanaya, who was awakened by severe pain, immediately opened his eyes and woke up in a panic. This sudden pain is menacing. After the vision was clear, a middle-aged man in silver armor with a gloomy face was standing in front of him. His eyes were like knives, and he stared at himself with a grim face. This person is none other than the Wolf Guard. Looking at the cold eyes of the wolf guard, Qiye couldn't help but feel that it was three points colder than the cold winter.

The wolf guard looked down at the seven nights lying on the snow, and said with a proud and indifferent expression:

"Little ghost, which battalion are you from? How dare you be lazy while patrolling the defense!"

The tone of the wolf guard made Qiye unconscious, and after being frightened, he said respectfully and calmly:

"Back to the general, the little slave is a miscellaneous servant of the battalion. On an errand at night, I haven't closed my eyes for a few nights, I'm so sleepy that I accidentally fell asleep, and I hope that the general will forgive my sins!" Qiye hurriedly cheered up and knelt down and kowtowed, looking extremely pious and pleading.

"Hmph, the camp... In this case, this general will spare your life when he remembers your first offense. There will be another time, death!" After the wolf guard sternly confided the last word, he strode forward without waiting for Qiye's reply to continue his inspection.

"Yes!" Nanaya curled up on the ground, crushing on the snow, sweating profusely on his forehead, clenching his teeth, and pressing his right ribs with both hands, a sharp pain once again swept through Nanaya's drowsy brain. I don't know how long I slept on the snow just now, but at this moment, the lower half of my body has been paralyzed, and only the pain in my lower back is so clear. It seems that he was kicked hard by the wolf guard just now, resulting in a fracture of the right rib. However, it was thanks to the Wolf Guard's kick that he woke himself up from his paralysis, otherwise he would probably have fallen asleep directly.

"Whew~, it's dangerous!" Qiye raised his head and said with relief, wiping the sweat on his forehead, and his consciousness gradually became clearer. Thinking of what happened just now, Qiye didn't resent it, after all, it was because of his own carelessness. However, Grandpa Luo Mu's revenge, he must find the wolf guard to avenge it! Qiye said silently and firmly in his heart.

Constantly beating his unconscious legs, Nanaya struggled to stand up. Thinking that the wolf guard might not have gone far, Qiye endured the pain and did not dare to use his spiritual power to heal himself. Holding back painful tears, he limped through the night and continued his patrols, recovering his body by constantly walking. The snowy night was falling, and a thin figure, under the slight light of the fire, staggered and walked...

Late at night, the patrol soldiers changed their guards, and Qiye finally managed to find other miscellaneous servants to take over their posts. Back in the tent, Qiye fell headlong on the cold and damp straw mat. Regardless of the pain and coldness, he began another night of cultivation. Now Qiye's "Shadow Step" has reached the "Ling Bu" stage, but it has not yet reached the level of proficiency, after the last life-and-death battle with the giant wolf, Seven Nights has been more diligent in cultivating "Shadow Step" in the Mixed Yuan Refining Realm. However, while cultivating diligently, the worries in Qiye's heart became heavier and heavier:

Since he set out, he has not absorbed any spiritual energy, and he is very cautious in the use of his spiritual power. But even if you save more, the consumption of spiritual power is still going on bit by bit. And his cultivation of shadow steps in the Mixed Yuan Refining Realm every night exacerbates the consumption of spiritual power, coupled with maintaining the operation of the Mixed Yuan Refining Realm and maintaining his minimum vital signs during sleep, all of which require spiritual power. Therefore, in the past month or so, 160 of the original 300 Brilliant Spirit Stars in the Spirit Realm in the body have been consumed. I don't know how long the remaining 140 will last, and when that time comes, will I be able to return with my life!?