Cheng Han has always felt that a script has only a single-line narrative, and it is difficult to support a grand scene, and it is difficult to show rich characters.

Well, it's not a good script.

As a dramatist, he prefers multi-line narratives.

The "Prologue of Revenge" compiled by Cheng Han is only part of the content about the patrol area.

Another part of the scene, or rather, another plot line, is actually in another place.

At this moment.

Qinglin City, South District.

A middle-aged man with messy hair, wrapped in a long coat, was sitting on a bench in a street garden.

His eyes shimmered with an imperceptible blue glow.

The middle-aged man was holding a small cloth bag in his hand, and through the open mouth of the bag, he could see that it contained some yellow millet.

"Goo~Goo~"

A flock of pigeons stood in the snow not far away, calling incessantly.

The middle-aged man took out a handful of millet and waved it into the snow in front of him.

Pigeons flock to the scene, scrambling to peck at the millet.

That's when it happened.

A black cat approached lightly and barked at the pigeons.

"Meow~"

The next moment.

A mutation has occurred.

Several ice spikes burst out of the snow and pierced the necks of several of the fattest pigeons, killing them instantly.

The rest of the pigeons, as if they had not seen it at all, were still pecking at the millet.

"Meow~"

The black cat waved its ears happily.

It's saying, "Ben Meow and the others are going to eat roast pigeons!"

The middle-aged man stared at this scene and shook his head: "People die for money, and birds die for food!" Desire always attracts moths to the fire. ”

He was immersed in his own thoughts again: "If the plan is not deviated, the dark revenge operation should be able to lead to an official guardian." ”

The middle-aged man glanced up at the sky, and a smile appeared on his face: "And according to the results of the deduction, the Xuan Array, which is controlled by two Xuan Scholars, has the ability to launch a series of attacks.

"If there is one less Xuan Guard, the attack interval of the Xuan Array will inevitably be greatly extended, and in this way, the security of the 'Netherworld' operation will be much higher."

This middle-aged man is the Netherworld!

Or rather, one of the Netherworlds!

The last time he killed the executive officer of the Destruction Mission, he obtained the extraordinary item "Soul Splitting Blood Que", and deduced the method of soul splitting, Cheng Han can truly incarnate tens of millions.

"Meow~"

The black cat crouched next to him and echoed.

Shi Shiran, a middle-aged man, stood up, smiled and muttered: "This drama is by no means an isolated performance.

"It will involve more grievances and hatreds, more revenge, and the word 'prologue' in the title of the play, 'Prologue', is aptly named."

Behind him.

The black cat looked at a bush and barked again.

"Meow~"

The two cats got out of it and strode towards the flock.

"Whew! Call! ”

The pigeons were frightened and flapped their wings and flew up.

The two cats picked up the dead pigeon and quickly left the place.

All that was left in the snow was a trace of red blood and a little uneaten millet.

The middle-aged man tightened the collar of his coat, put his hands in his pockets, and strolled towards the park gate.

The black cat followed slowly.

Not much.

A man and a cat left the park and merged into the flow of people on the street.

Hell.

From the crowd.

Also hidden in the crowd.

*

West of the Black Mountain camp, fifty km.

Next to a snowy forest, there is a long row of wooden houses.

This place is a peripheral station belonging to the Black Mountain Battalion, located on the road between the Black Mountain Camp and Qinglin City, and serves as a supply station.

The Black Armor Squads that come and go can temporarily rest here or replenish supplies.

At this time.

A young man dressed as a servant walked briskly out of the wooden house under the pretext of collecting firewood.

He crept into the snowy forest, took a letter bird from his bosom, and threw it out.

"Whew! Call! ”

The letter bird flapped its wings vigorously and quickly flew out of the snow forest and swept in the direction of Qinglin City.

The young servant looked up at the letter bird and disappeared, and smiled: "Hehe, twenty silver coins are in hand, this money is so easy to earn." ”

Unbeknownst to this man, just three meters away, a thin figure stood quietly beside a cedar tree, staring at him fixedly.

And the latter is also one of the netherworlds.

The young servant hastily packed up a bundle of firewood and quickly left the snowy forest.

The thin figure muttered, "Has the news been delivered?" The efficiency of this underground messaging network is a little slower than I expected. ”

He chuckled again: "If I am in charge, the target will be able to send the news out in half an hour after leaving the Black Mountain camp." ”

*

Snowy fields.

Cheng Han, no, to be precise, it should be the Black Armor Army team led by Guagua, and finally arrived at the target patrol area.

The first thing the team did was to set up a campsite.

The wilderness area of Tai'an Xiaoling Realm was divided into more than ninety patrol areas by the Xuan Pavilion, each with an area of nearly two hundred square kilometers.

Normally, even if a warrior is much more physically fit than an average person, it would take four to five days to search such a large area.

In the wilderness for a long time, the construction of a complete camping site is undoubtedly the top priority.

Cao Hongyi took the initiative to take over the task: "Leave the matter of building a camping site to me, I am more experienced in this area." ”

Cheng Han shook his head: "No, you go cut down the tree." ”

Cao Hongyi has experienced the Guagua, and he no longer has any doubts about all his orders: "Good! ”

As for how to build a complete camping site, the Black Armor Army has a set of special methods, and every soldier has learned it.

However, the camping site designed by Cheng Han is very different from the regular camp.

Soon.

The five warriors returned with two trees on their shoulders.

They were surprised to see that four snowmen were busy in the camp.

With a wave of their hand, the snow automatically gathers and quickly compacts into a solid wall of ice.

No doubt.

This genius boy plans to build a camp out of trees and ice.

And this is far beyond the imagination of these people.

Cheng Han's gaze swept over everyone, and he gestured: "Put down the tree and continue to cut down the tree." ”

Cao Hongyi responded, threw the two trees on the ground, jumped up in the ascending magpie style, and fell in the direction of the snow forest.

It can be seen that the snowman is extremely efficient, and he feels that he must speed up the cutting of trees, otherwise the construction progress will be slowed down.

A crowd of people jumped up.

Cao Hongyi glanced back in the air, and his expression changed slightly.

He saw that a snowman shook his hands, and turned into a sharp ice blade, and quickly swung it to clean the branches.

This is enough to show that the Yeti is combative and definitely not weak.

"Awesome!"

Cao Hongyi muttered softly, and his figure began to fall downward.

Half an hour later.

The camp was completed at an unbelievably fast pace.

It's a small battle fort.

It is hexagonal in shape and is divided into two floors, the upper floor is the lookout warning area, and the lower floor is the residential area.

Even if there is a sudden blow, the upper layer can act as protection, and the people below will not die immediately.

It is worth mentioning that there are actually two indoor toilets in the battle fort.

This is not a unique fetish of some designer, but a very serious design.

Because for many fighters, going to the toilet in the wild is indeed a big problem, and many people have been attacked at their convenience, and there have even been tragedies of "someone being bitten off a piece of butt meat".

After Cao Hongyi visited the battle fort, he was not only satisfied, but also sighed: "It's too exaggerated! ”

The patrol mission is quite a difficult task, and it is the norm to not eat well and live well, and he never dreamed that one day he would be able to live in a war fort in the wild.

The rest of the warriors all nodded.

Everyone thinks it's so comfortable to follow such a team.

Cao Hongyi said: "Although the battle fort is good, it is too hard for you, in fact, our requirements for the living environment are not high. ”

Cheng Han shook his head slightly: "I have condensed the 'Ice Qiong Rune', and I have a hunch that the power of ice and snow is climbing rapidly. ”

Cao Hongyi was stunned for a moment: "Could it be that a snowstorm is coming?" ”

Cheng Han bowed: "It may be tonight!" ”

As a wise man who has no last resort, how can he do meaningless things?

The deduction of the omniscient eye has confirmed this, a considerable snowstorm is brewing, and it will sweep through the entire Tai'an Small Spirit Realm tonight.

Cao Hongyi's thoughts immediately changed: "In this way, it seems that the battle fortress is indeed necessary!" ”

A regular campsite, although it can also withstand a blizzard, but in that case, don't expect comfort, it's definitely as cold as an ice cave.

Cheng Han looked up at the sky and muttered in his heart: "'Weather Walker'?" ”

In the process of systematically studying medieval history, he knew that the first alien god also had an obscure priesthood - weather manipulator.

In the distant ages, the god has repeatedly sent down meteorological disasters on a large scale, disciplining believers who have lost their fear, and at the same time using the power of fear to force others to become more religious.

After the arrival of Wan Hao Divine Banyan, the powerful power of the Divine Tree could resist the natural disaster, and the power of the first alien god's meteorological natural disaster was greatly weakened.

Among the followers of the first alien gods, there is a group of guys called "weather walkers", who are the best at manipulating the weather.

After Cheng Han deduced, he believed that a weather walker at the level of a Xuanshi might not be able to change the weather, but there was absolutely no problem in adding fuel to the fire.

For example, to make a blizzard stronger.

This upcoming blizzard is likely to indicate that the next attack will be extremely violent.

Cheng Han's eyes flickered, and he muttered secretly, "Revenge in the blizzard?" The blizzard makes the atmosphere even more tense, which is a nice dramatic element. ”

Then.

Cao Hongyi interrupted his thoughts: "I'll take people to hunt first, and stock up on more food, so that if the snowstorm comes, it will be difficult to hunt." ”

Cheng Han nodded: "Okay!" ”

*

Qinglin City, South District.

Château de Mautai.

The black cat crouched in a hidden corner, watching the crowd coming in and out.

Few people know that although this place is called a winery, it is actually an underground intelligence point, and it was here that the female head of the regiment bought the news before learning that Qiu Jian was executed.

The sheriff was ordered to keep watch for several days, and it was confirmed that the owner of the winery was one of the members of the Destruction Mission.

A middle-aged man, or rather a ghost, walked briskly past the winery's door and into a woodworking factory next door.

It's time for the afternoon's work.

The manager pointed to a pile of logs in the yard and instructed, "Old Zhou, your task in the afternoon is to cut this pile of wood." ”

The middle-aged man nodded silently.

He pulled a cart, put the logs in it, pulled it to a machine, and with great effort, started the machine.

"Hum~"

With a cacophony of sounds, the sharp cutting blades turned.

This is a half-crystalline machine.

To put it simply, it is crystal energy combined with heat engine, and a small part of the energy source is gray crystal, and most of it is brown oil, which not only has the advantages of stable operation of crystal energy, but also takes into account the benefits of cheap heat engine energy.

The heat emitted by the brown oil boiler quickly dispersed the cold.

The middle-aged man carried a log and stuffed it into the entrance of the cutter.

"Zi~"

A screeching sound sounded.

At the exit of the cutting machine, the firewood is rolled out one by one.

A half-grown boy, dressed in shabby clothes, bent down to pick up the firewood and stack it neatly on top of each other.

One big and one small, worked silently for a long time.

When the pile of wood was cut in half, the middle-aged man turned off the machine: "Let's rest for a while." ”

The boy said "um", he wiped the sweat from his forehead, took the kettle from the boiler, poured two glasses of water, and handed one to the middle-aged man.

The two drank water together in silence.

After a while.

The middle-aged man whispered: "Boy, the opportunity has come, do you dare to kill?" ”

The boy looked excited: "Dare! ”

His gaze was filled with bitter hatred: "I wanted to kill that dog thing in my dreams." ”

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and warned, "This is very dangerous, you may die." ”

The boy's tone was firm: "I had a high fever that day, and my father went out to buy me medicine, and never came back, and since then, I feel that life is better than death every day." ”

He clenched his fists and said fiercely: "As long as I can get revenge, I am willing to pay any price." ”

The middle-aged man nodded silently.

The owner of Maotai Winery, a guy named "Wei Qian", is the boy's father-killing enemy.

The experience is very simple, three years ago in the winter, Wei Qian drove a Jingneng car, met the boy's father on the road, honked the horn to tell the latter to get out of the way quickly.

However, the boy's father was injured in his legs and feet at that time, and he was unable to move, and Wei Qian drank a little more wine, and he lost his temper and drove directly into it.

In the end, the boy's father was crushed to death, and Wei Gan was arrested and sent to the inspection office for a mistake, and he was released after spending money to dredge it.

The middle-aged man sighed and muttered in his heart: "This 'Prologue of Revenge' is not only the revenge of the darkness, but also the revenge of the little people.

"Although the joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, the drama that can be woven can truly have a soul and have the power to move people's hearts."

After drinking the water, the middle-aged man asked in a low voice, "Have you prepared a knife?" ”

The boy nodded heavily: "It was ready three years ago." ”

The kid paused, and added: "I polish every day, very fast!" ”

The middle-aged man stood up and waved his hand: "Let's work." ”

The boy returned to the machine in silence.

"Hum~"

"Zi~"

The sound of the cutter is like a prelude to a drama.

*

Snowfield.

Towards the end of the evening, the sky was darker than in previous days.

"Woo~Woo~"

The cold wind was much stronger than in the afternoon, carrying countless snowflakes across the vast land.

Anyone with a little experience can tell that a blizzard is coming.

And inside the Ice Battle Castle.

The atmosphere was extremely warm.

In the humble wooden house on the lower floor, which serves as a living room and dining room, a campfire is lit, and the inside of the house is much warmer than the outside.

Several fighters were happily roasting meat, smiling and chatting.

"After so many patrol missions, this one is the most comfortable."

"Yes! With this battle fort that Cheng is building, I can stay until the end of winter. ”

Cheng Han was not in the living room.

He was staying in the next cabin, his eyes closed, silently sensing the power of ice and snow.

Long.

Cheng Han opened his eyes and looked strange: "The wind and snow are mixed with strange fluctuations, and there are really weather walkers intervening!" ”

He deduced it and laughed again: "I learned a lot today!" ”