The head of the Folding Division, Yeluzin, is now having a headache, a very headache.

Yelujin, who was dressed in a fire cloud pattern placket, sat in the study of the battalion commander, looking at the letter in front of him that was handwritten by himself requesting the supply of soldiers, and there was a dazzling four-character bright red instruction of "not approved".

Jeruzin twisted the corner of the letter with two fingers, and an orange-yellow flame spread along his fingertips to carry the letter, and the light of the fire illuminated the study, and the only letter written by his own hand in several years quickly burned away, turning into a handful of ashes.

The burly Yelujin exhaled a breath of turbidity, slowly got up and walked outside the study, the heralds outside the study had also been sent to the ranks to replenish the troops, and the study of the head of the dignified department had fallen to the point that there was not even a person around him, which showed how bad the situation of the Folding Chong Department was now.

He looked at the somewhat deserted battalion headquarters, which had long since lost the lively scene of the previous drill, and he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He didn't regret the decision he had made, if he was allowed to return to that night, he would still choose to break away from the army formation and rescue the villagers of Ning Cuidian first.

The soldiers of the Folding Rush Department have no less than several combat experience in fighting against the ghost tide, and that night the Folding Chong Department bore the brunt of the ghost tide, and the surging ghost tide like a great river was visually inspected by Yelujin, and there were definitely no less than 30,000 people, if it were not for the rich combat experience and the timely assistance of the follow-up war department, perhaps the Folding Chong Department would have existed in name only.

In the battalion headquarters, a general in armor walked around, with a black and white pendant tattooed with a dragon tattooed on his waist, he respectfully clenched his fists towards Yelujin, and then said with hope: "Master Ministry, has the above promised to replenish our troops?"

Yeruzin shook his head with a gloomy face.

The general named Zhou Tong was already the only remaining lieutenant in the Zhichong Division, and he said with a bitter mouth: "What does the above mean, our Zhichong Department risked rescuing 283 villagers of Ning Cuidian, and suffered heavy casualties, even if the above refuses to give you a commendation for such merits, at least we have to replenish our troops! The surroundings of Sunset City are not peaceful, relying on our less than 200 soldiers and horses now, those grass robbers and villains who huddle together to keep warm on weekdays can show us their faces. ”

The current situation facing the Orichong Division, which has been crippled by the ghost tide, is actually more serious than what this Captain Boya said.

The original battalion headquarters of the Ochichong Department was not here, but because after fighting the ghost tide, they had to quickly find a neighboring town to recuperate, and the only thing that could replenish supplies was this Sunset City, which was close to the edge of the Mt. Tsukasa region.

As for wanting to return to the Upper Ring City, where the battalion headquarters was originally stationed, Zhou Tong no longer dared to hope for it. The War Department and the War Department are not all like brothers living in harmony, but more often there is intrigue and intrigue.

The Folding Department that has lost its sharp minions is not to mention returning to the Upper Ring City, and even whether it can lead the troops to reach the gate of the Upper Ring City safely is two words.

A remnant of less than 200 people, not to mention those powerful war departments, even the forces with a little teeth can eat in one bite, and the Western Ghost Emperor who is in charge of the huge Tsukasa Mountain region will not care about your 500-person captain-level war department, what the Ghost Emperor wants is just a war department that can obey his command of the battle.

Yelujin looked up at the sky, and the originally mighty and unyielding leader seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, and said: "I heard that the Lord Ghost Emperor was secretly raising troops and horses to camp at the border, and it seems that he was intent on guarding against several other ghost emperors. At this juncture, no matter how many letters I write and submit, I am afraid that they will not be able to add more soldiers and horses to us. ”

Yelujin took a deep look at the only remaining loyal lieutenant, and said in a deep voice: "In the future, we can only rely on ourselves to survive." ”

Both of them stopped talking, which made the atmosphere of the already deserted battalion even heavier.

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps from far and near broke the peace.

"Radical-sama, radical-sama!"

A soldier patrolling the Sunset City ran all the way, and when Yeluzin saw that the soldier had an undisguised expression of joy on his face, he turned his head to look at Captain Boya, who was about to reprimand him, signaled that he was okay, and scolded with a smile: "What kind of system is it to panic, let it go if you have a fart, and report it if you have something." ”

The red-faced soldier who ran away gasped a little and said loudly, "Master Ministry, Captain Lin, they are back!"

"You're talking about Lin Changfeng and them, right?"

Jeruzin shook his head, what was there to report about.

The soldier who reported hurriedly added: "Captain Lin, they also brought back a person, and Captain Lin said that person wants to join our folding department!"

Yelujin raised his two thick eyebrows, and asked in a deep voice, "What kind of cultivation does that person have?"

"The subordinate realm is slight, it's hard to say, but the feeling that person gave to his subordinates..."The soldier carefully recalled the feeling of seeing that person for the first time, and only spat out two words heavily.

"Very strong. ”

Sunset City is located in the southwest corner of the Lingzuka Mountain region in the border area, close to the wild wood forest where ghosts and monsters are rampant, every time the wind blows, the yellow sand is all over the sky, and the harvest of crops in a year depends on a small river that flows through the city.

The city defense patrol of Sunset City is in charge of the Zhichong Department stationed here, and the front gate of the city gate can be crowded, Chang Xi and the others can be said to pass all the way.

The ruined city wall was broken into several pieces, but fortunately, the soldiers of the Folding Chong Department barely put together grass and ash, mud and stones, otherwise the soldiers would not have been able to set foot on the city wall to patrol the city. Most of the shops in the city are closed, and when the yellow wind blows full of gravel, a number of pitcher clumps roll down the cold streets, and a thick smell of decay blows in the face.

Xi'er, who was held by Chang Xi, was covered with a veil made of handkerchiefs on her face, and her cheeks were smeared with alabaster made for her with mutton fat on Chang Xi's road, so that her delicate face that could pinch out the water would not suffer under the wind and sand, and she showed a pair of big black eyes, and she felt very new about everything here, even if it was just the grass balls rolling in the wind all over the street.

Lin Changfeng, who was leading the way in front, was really embarrassed at the moment, and wanted to find a piece of land to bury himself.

When they left, the winter snow in Sunset City had not yet melted, although Sunset City was indeed a shabby small city, but this heavy snow, as the saying goes, a white cover a hundred ugliness, if not so elaborate on a cursory look, there is still a bit of fresh rural atmosphere.

Well, now that the snow has melted, it's really as ugly as it gets.

Chang Xi could feel the subtle changes in Lin Changfeng's mood, and waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care about these things.

As early as when he came, he was mentally prepared. Before his death, he was a disciple of Qingyun Mountain who could shake the Kyushu Continent by stomping his feet in the yang world, and he knew that how much strength there was was the truth of how large the territory, a small city in the wilderness on the border should be like this, there is nothing strange.

After walking through a few streets and narrow alleys that have finally improved, under the gaze of the residents of Sunset City, a mansion door with two stone lions finally comes into view.

The red paint on the door of the house is peeling off, but the inscription on the plaque is a sharp stroke, three big inscriptions, only the first sight can make people give birth to the meaning of Jin Ge Iron Horse.

Chang Xi exclaimed: "Good words." ”

Lin Changfeng stopped in front of the mansion, took a deep breath, and said respectfully sideways.

"This is the folding department. ”