The vice president in white personally took Han Fan to the border to experience the feeling of flying at extreme speed again, and Han Fan would no longer feel dizzy.

There are two main cities in Beizhou, Chang'an City is one, and one is Danyang City, the war between the two main cities has been continuous for many years, and the people of the two cities have no enmity, and they have evolved into a sea of blood feud after a hundred years.

Under the general trend, people can only follow the trend, and fight to the death with countless soldiers and soldiers who have never known each other on the battlefield.

Some Confucian monks have criticized this absurdity, but nature has always been the survival of the fittest, born in sorrow and dying in peace, although the difference between life and death is absurd, on the whole, it follows a great law, and it is true.

There is a long river that runs through the whole Beizhou in Beizhou, called Nai River, but Beizhou is divided into east and west, the east is the boundary of Chang'an City, and the west is the boundary of Danyang City.

Han Fan went to the permanent army stationed on the edge of the Nai River this time.

In the main camp, the vice president in white handed over to the person in charge of the army, and the person in charge of the army was called Nie Baisheng General Nie, despite the repeated warnings of the old man in black, the vice president in white still couldn't help but let Nie Baisheng take more care of Han Fan.

As the head of the first courtyard, how could the old man in black not know the character of the old man in white, about Han Fan's matter, he had already sent a message to Nie Baisheng.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him. Nie Baisheng said polite words, but in his heart he thought that your dean had already explained, and he didn't give Han Fan any special treatment, and even asked me to increase the difficulty and take care of it as appropriate.

"Then I'll rest assured, and leave it at that. The white-clothed vice president said no more, and left in a few flashes.

"Boy, do you know what this place is?" Nie Baisheng asked with a sly smile.

"Nature knows. Han Fan replied calmly.

"It's good to know, I'm the general here, my surname is Nie, my name is Baisheng!" Nie Baisheng's voice was loud.

"General Nie, I'm Han Fan. ”

"Come, take him to arrange a place to stay. General Nie pulled his voice, and the enemy troops on the other side of the Nai River could probably hear it.

Han Fan followed the soldiers to a tent, ten square meters in size, with a blanket and a pillow inside, and nothing else.

In the early hours of the morning, the sky was just white, and the horn of the camp had sounded.

Han Fan had also learned about the life of the army in his previous life, and when he heard the sound of the horn, he knew that this was to gather, so he got dressed in a daze and walked out of the camp.

Following everyone to a clearing place, he saw the soldiers lined up in four rows in an orderly manner, and Han Fan was dressed in a Confucian shirt from the Zhulu Academy, standing at the back of the line, because he saw a little monk wearing a blue-gray robe standing there, who should also be a disciple who came to practice.

Nie Baisheng walked out of the main tent, glanced at the team, and found that there was a trace of surprise in the eyes of Han Fan behind him now, yesterday he deliberately did not inform him of the gathering today, this kid is very clever.

In fact, Han Fan can be regarded as a crooked fight, the soldiers on the border are fighting every day, but they don't gather for training every day, they don't have the time and the energy, to put it bluntly, today's gathering is just to welcome newcomers.

Yesterday, after Han Fan left the main tent, the genius monk Xin'an of the White Pagoda Temple also came here with the abbot.

"I called everyone here today because there are two newcomers in the camp, and they will fight side by side with us for a period of time in the future, Han Fan, peace of mind, come out!" Nie Baisheng shouted.

Han Fan and the monk next to him walked out.

"Everyone is welcome. As Nie Baisheng's loud voice fell, applause rang out sparsely.

The disciples of the great sect have a dazzling aura in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of the soldiers who hover on the verge of life and death all the year round, they are just some embroidered pillows, bells and whistles, which can be knocked down with one punch.

The army uniformly practices the art of war, which is the intermediate level of the yellow rank, and the most significant feature is that the speed of improvement is extremely fast, and the speed is as advanced as this level.

It's just that the disadvantage of the rapid speed of cultivation is that the realm is unstable, and the pain caused by breaking the mirror is several times that of ordinary people, and this recipe excessively gives birth to the potential of the human body, and the person who practices this recipe will fall into a disease even if he does not die in the future, and his lifespan is only sixty years, which is called the suicide recipe by the cultivation world.

The cultivation of the second order of Han Fan's second realm is only a normal level here, and under the same rank, the border soldiers with rich battlefield combat experience have abused Xiaobai, and in the eyes of the soldiers, Han Fan and Xin'an are inexperienced Xiaobai.

General Nie seemed pleased with the reaction of the soldiers, and after welcoming him, he dismissed.

"Amitabha, it's a pleasure to meet you. Han Fan said with his hands folded.

"Amitabha, hello donor, peace of mind. "The little monk was polite.

Han Fan sensed it and found that the little monk was in the same realm as himself, and he was immediately even happier.

Han Fan looked familiar, and hugged the little monk: "Let's rely on each other next." ”

"Yes, the donor is from the Chang'an Sword Sect?" The little monk was immature, with a bright bald head and a white and lovely face, which was very flattering.

"No, I'm from Zhulu Academy!" Han Fan said.

The little monk once again glanced at the saber on Han Fan's waist, his eyes full of doubt.

"I'm a sword reader. Han Fan patted the little monk on the shoulder.

The camp is facing a bridge erected over the Nai River, which is coincidental, but the bridge is just like its name, crossing the bridge is reincarnation, and it is called a good one.

Han Fan was about to say a few more words to the little monk, when a hurried horn sounded that was different from the previous one.

The soldiers quickly drew the weapons equipped on their waists and walked outside the camp, and Han Fan and the others looked puzzled and followed the soldiers behind.

The camp is only a hundred meters away from the Nai River, after going out, there are enemy troops wearing red armor on the bridge has been on the bridge, the bridge is made of extremely hard outer star stones, the outer star stones are black, it is almost impossible to cause damage to them under the six realms, and the bridge is thirty meters wide.

"The long-standing war between the two countries has developed some tacit rules on both sides, that is, when one soldier goes up the bridge, it means that war is declared, and the other side must fight the same number and realm as the declared war. ”

A veteran explained to Han Fan and the others. After a pause, he cleared his throat and continued:

"After going to the bridge, you can only get off the bridge after more than half of the dead are killed, that is to say, every soldier who fights on the bridge is ready to die in battle.

Although it is said that more than half of the dead can go down the bridge, which side says the word truce, it is an indirect surrender, and the soldiers on both sides represent the glory of their respective cities, so in fact, the real end of the battle is the end of all the soldiers on one side, we call it a death battle. ”

Han Fan observed the soldiers in cyan armor who walked out of the camp to represent his side, and found that there was no fear in their eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe, the border soldiers were true heroes.

Whenever the battle begins, all the soldiers and generals in the battalions on both sides must be dispatched, and the soldiers who have not left the station must pay attention to the salute and watch the whole battle, which is a kind of respect for the soldiers who leave the station.

The soldiers on both sides went to the bridge, without any words, and began to charge with a shout of rage.

The battle started and ended faster, so fast that Han Fan didn't have time to react, the winning side was the red side, and there were three people left on the opposite side, two were seriously injured, one was stabbed through the lower abdomen, one had a broken leg, and one was slightly injured.

"Roar" The soldiers on the other side let out a deafening roar, which means that this time they fought to the death, and they won.

The soldier on the other side slammed his right hand into his chest as a sign of mourning for the fallen soldiers, and several handymen from each side appeared to remove the bodies from the bridge.

Scarlet blood dried up on the bridge, and Han Fan hadn't yet reacted from his shocked state.

"Back to camp. Nie Baisheng roared, and the soldiers returned to the camp one after another.

"Amitabha. The little monk shouted the Buddha's horn.

Han Fan stood in place, watching the soldiers on the other side walk back to their camp, and the little monk stood next to Han Fan, his eyes confused.