Walking in the rain, every step ordinary people take is extremely difficult.

As the army marched, the soldiers shoulder to shoulder, foot to foot, and when they looked up, they could see the back of the head.

The speed of the armies was unusually slow.

Qingfeng was in a hurry, and the county lords and cultivators of each county relied on their vitality to block the rain that fell on their bodies, leading the soldiers of each county, trying their best to speed up.

The rain that fell on the wasteland had been falling for a month.

Many of the roads leading from the counties to Baisha County have been washed away by floods.

The wasteland was full of water, which undoubtedly made it more difficult for the soldiers to travel.

It took nearly a month for the soldiers and horses of the counties to arrive at Baisha County.

"Rainy season. ”

"It's coming to an end. ”

"The rain was pouring down, but it showed no signs of stopping. ”

Chen Zhe stood on the bank of the moat, looking at the surface of the river that was fragmented and covered with ripples and circles in the rain.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was a little solemn.

"That's twenty-five. ”

Bai Ming was wearing a cloak and standing beside Chen Zhe with a horse rope.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth slightly, and his face was a little indifferent.

"He led people, washed so many towns and towns with blood, and coerced so many townspeople. ”

"To collect food?"

Hearing this, Chen Zhe shook his head.

He shook his head and snorted coldly.

"If it was just for food, there wouldn't be so many persecutors. ”

"The more people you are coerced, the greater the pressure on food. ”

"These displaced people are simply unbearable to fight. ”

"He wouldn't be unaware. ”

Chen Zhe frowned slightly, and a trace of hesitation flashed between his eyes.

"With his strategy, it won't be that simple. ”

"Yet. ”

"His next step. What exactly?"

What is he going to do?

Hearing this, Bai Ming pursed his lips and gritted his teeth secretly.

". ”

"Now, I'm so upset and unmoved by him. ”

"In the future, how to fight on the battlefield. ”

"Not true. ”

A hoarse voice came from behind Bai Ming and Chen Zhe.

One was dressed in silver armor and a hat and a shawl, with sparse hair and white hair, and his face was full of wrinkles. The old man, who was emitting a gray-brown glow all over his body, walked towards Bai Ming and Chen Zhe with his hands behind his back.

The two of them turned sideways together and glanced at the old man who was walking towards them.

"Knowing fear and insecurity is precisely your greatest strength. ”

"Bai Ming. ”

Hearing this, Bai Ming turned his body straight, clasped his fists in front of the old man, bent down respectfully, and lowered his head.

"Yes. ”

"The county lord. ”

Hear the words. The old man in silver armor nodded.

He took his eyes off Bai Ming's body and looked at Chen Zhe.

Chen Zhe's face was expressionless, and he calmly looked at the old man.

A moment later. The old man frowned slightly, and his face looked a little hesitant.

He straightened his rickety body and pursed his mouth.

"Lord Chen. ”

Hearing this, Chen Zhe nodded slightly.

He raised his hands. He clasped his fists at the old man and saluted.

"I've seen my seniors. ”

"Huh. ”

The old man's eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He smiled, and there was a kind look in his eyes.

"Lord Chen. Young and promising, but also modest and polite. ”

"In the future, it will become a great weapon. ”

"Seniors. ”

Chen Zhe's face remained unchanged, and he said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Junior, cultivation is low and weak, less is not more." ”

"My father, unfortunately died at the hands of a villain. ”

"The younger generation is too weak in cultivation, unable to avenge the family revenge, and has no experience to command the soldiers, which led to the destruction of the Baisha County soldiers. ”

Every time I think about it, I am filled with grief. ”

"Before my father's death, every time he thought of his predecessors, he said that Bai Meng, the county lord of Shuijun, was a superb person in terms of cultivation and virtue. ”

"Juniors, I haven't seen my predecessors before, and in my heart, I can't help but think of them as regrets in my life. ”

"Now, I am really lucky to be able to see the true face of my predecessors. ”

Admiration?

Sycophants, everyone loves to hear it.

But deliberately patting the horse's hooves on the horse's fart is not so flattering.

Bai Meng raised his eyes slightly and looked at Chen Zhe with an expressionless face.

He pursed his lips slightly and sighed, "Lord Chen." ”

"It's a joke. ”

Bai Meng turned around, his face a little gloomy.

"Let's go, let's discuss the next battle situation together. ”

Through the clouds that covered the firmament, it was already much thinner.

The warm sunlight sprinkled on the long-obscure wasteland.

A root hovered in mid-air, and rain fell on the golden wall of light.

He raised his head to look at the much thinner clouds in the sky.

The tiger mask clinging to his face, bathed in the warm sunlight, emitted a silvery reflection.

Yu Ruo, Naphtha, Peeling Feather, Li Xi, Bayu, Eagle's Beak, Fu Lei, and Monkey Stone rode eight horses and stood at the feet of Yougen.

The chief did not ride a horse, but stood behind the eight on foot.

Quiet soldiers, and restless outcasts, gathered behind the nine.

More than 100,000 people all looked up at Yougen.

Facing more than 100,000 eyes, there was a faceless expressionless and indifferent eyes.

He drove Gangyuan and gathered in his throat.

"Set up camp!"

Hearing this, Yu Ruo and the other nine people clasped their hands into fists.

"Yes!"

In the past two months, the plundered grain is enough for more than 100,000 people, how long will they eat?

Yu Ruo looked up at Yougen who was hanging in the air, and the puzzle on his face became even stronger.

He shook his head and tugged at the reins in his hand.

He knew that the decisive battle was coming.

Decisive battle.

"In Baisha County, there are almost 200,000 soldiers assembled. ”

Aomine stood on the flying sword, looking down at the earth.

Behind him, ninety-seven cultivators stood on their respective magic weapons.

The ground in front of him was crowded with neatly arranged soldiers.

"I'm here. ”

"There are more than 900,000 of them. ”

"Wind Building. ”

Hearing this, Qingfeng was beside the sect, stepped on a pine sword and immediately turned around.

He bent over and was courteous.

"In. ”

"You stay here for the first time to ensure the transportation of grain and grass. ”

Aomine's eyes widened, and his tone was no different from usual.

"Yes. ”

Feng Lilou nodded and bowed.

Aomine's head curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction and smiled.

"Zhang Yong. ”

"In. ”

Behind Qingfeng's teaching, Zhang Yong, who was standing on the handleless long sword, immediately arched his hands.

"You're staying here too, helping Kazazato. ”

"Yes. ”

Aomine straightened his waist and exhaled a long breath.

He looked up to the sunlight and looked at the thin dark clouds that covered the sky.

"The rest. ”

"Come with me, follow the soldiers gathered below, and go to Baisha County. ”

"In this battle, we must slaughter all the demons who dare to disrespect the ancestors. ”

Hearing this, except for Zhang Yong and Fenglilou, the rest of the ninety-five cultivators all arched their hands towards the back of Qingfeng's master.

"Yes!" ......

Whitewater Temple.

Zen Master Xuyue sat upright on the animal skin cushion.

With a short mallet in his hand, he regularly struck the wooden fish in front of the cushion.

However, no matter how the Zen master beats, there is not the slightest sound in the temple, and there is silence.

"Hypothetical. ”

The Zen master broke the silence and said softly, "You, go to Qingfeng." ”

"Yes. (To be continued......)

PS: Hmm.

Rush.