late at night.

After Lin Zhao practiced a punch, he was sweating profusely. At this time, someone knocked on the door.

Outside the door was a Tianchi army soldier. Under his helmet, he looked at the boy coldly with his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Are you Lin Zhao?"

"yes."

The other party sneered faintly, as if he was looking at a dying person, and handed over a piece of paper: "This is the conscription order of the garrison army. You are already a reserve sergeant of the Tianchi army. You will take the order to go to the military camp to report tomorrow morning."

"Oh, yes, I got it!"

Lin Zhao held the note and felt a little nervous. The matter of joining the army came so soon?

...

That night, he began to be busy, "packing" all the remaining dozen big cakes into a package, and brought a few venison meat that had just been exposed, and then packed two of his clothes. In fact, he only had two clothes. Usually, a pair of pants was worn from spring to winter, and when changing them, he could only bare his butt. Children from poor families did not pay so much attention to it.

Early the next morning.

Lin Zhao had already gotten up just now, adding firewood to the stove, and cooking a pot of vermicelli soup, he set up a boxing post in the yard, opened the boxing stance, and carefully practiced the farmer's three punches more than ten times from beginning to end, until he was sweating all over. The breakfast was also good, he finished eating it, carried an ancient sword and luggage, and then locked the door of the yard.

This was the first time he was about to leave his ancestral home very far away, and he felt a little nervous.

The morning on the back street is quite deserted.

"Lin Zhao!"

Far away, Baiweixuan's boss Jia Chong waved and smiled: "Is he going to... join the army?"

"Um."

Lin Zhaoli Ding, nodded and said, "I just received the conscription order from the Tianchi Army, so I'm going to rush here early this morning."

"Go and come back soon!"

Jia Chong smiled meaningfully: "Boy Scouts, they will be back soon. How could Chu Shuai let our children from the Great Chen Dynasty die?"

Lin Zhao was about to speak when he saw Sister Qing walk out of the restaurant. He skillfully grabbed Jia Chong's ear and said angrily: "I don't go to fry fried dough sticks early in the morning, why are you chatting here? Oh, it's Lin Zhao, so early in the morning... I'm going to the army?"

"Yeah..."

Lin Zhao didn't say anything, nodded and left.

...

Front Street.

The owner of the bookstore, Qin Suihan, held a book in his hand and read it softly in the yard. Behind him was a huge white tree. This white tree is very famous in the town. Every year after the beginning of spring, adult children have some kind of ceremony here, which is very grand. Sometimes even Chu Shuai would come to watch the ceremony in person.

"Brother Lin."

Qin Suihan put down the book and smiled softly: "Go to the army?"

"Um!"

Lin Zhao stopped and smiled at Qin Suihan and said, "Boss Qin, did you open the door early in the morning?"

"Um."

Qin Suihan also smiled and said, "There is no business if you open the door early, and the same is no business if you open the door late, so it doesn't matter whether it is sooner or later."

A bit of a twist.

Lin Zhao scratched his head and said with a smile: "Then I'll go first."

“Take care all the way.”

Qin Suihan nodded: "The military rules over there are strict, don't compete with others!"

"Yes, thank you, I remember."

Lin Zhao immediately left, walked under the red walls of a row of wealthy families for a while, and came to the entrance to the north of the town. There were many sentry guards in front of the entrance. According to the rules, the people in Tianchi Town could only go south, not north, because the north was the territory of the demon clan and the demon clan. Ordinary people would die when they went there, so they had already begun to be on high alert from the north entrance of the town.

Two goalkeepers checked Lin Zhao's token and handwriting, and immediately released it.

...

After leaving the town, Lin Zhao headed north along a road covered with ginkgo trees on both sides to the north of the snowy Tianchi Lake. After walking about five miles, when he looked north, he saw wisps of blood-colored clouds rolling in the sky, full of demonic aura. Lin Zhao could not feel it before, but at this moment he had already cultivated a Haoran true energy from martial arts. When he looked north, he felt an extra disgust. Those auras were from the demonic aura of the demon clan.

Going further north, the view gradually widened. On the northern slope of the snowy Tianchi Lake, simple human camps appeared. What fluttered in the sky were the battle flags of the Great Chen Dynasty, which were already extremely rare. These battle flags of the Chen character had never appeared in the town. They originated from the agreement between Chu Huaixi and the Great Shang Dynasty.

Tianchi Town, which belongs to the territory of the Great Shang Dynasty, how can he accommodate the king's flag within the king's land?

As Lin Zhao continued to move forward, there was a strong and heavy sound of horse hooves coming from afar. On the Tianchi Lake, cavalry wearing black armor and holding long swords rushed past. The sound of rolling hooves was shocked on the soul, just like a god stomping the ground. This was the first time Lin Zhao saw this kind of formation, and he was stunned and longed for it. Will he become one of them in his lifetime?

"Lin Zhao is here..."

In front of a military tent, the old man guarding the gate recognized Lin Zhao and smiled and said, "Are you here to recruit new recruits?"

"Um."

"Follow me."

The veteran walked forward and said, "This hand-in-hand was sent out by the Snowy Camp, one of the Eight Battalions, so go to the Snowy Camp to see what you are going to send you to do."

"Yeah, OK."

Lin Zhao nodded, and as the veterans passed through the camps and camps of the Tianchi Army, they also belonged to different camps and regiments. The so-called Tianchi Eight Camps, namely the Dead Camp, Pioneer Camp, Chengfeng Camp, Break Camp, Tiebu Camp, Fenwei Camp, Blitz Camp, Flash Camp, and Snow Camp, the names of these eight camps have long been engraved in the hearts of children in the town, and they are heroic names.

Among them, the Death Camp was personally ruled by Chu Huaixi, and was the strongest combat power among the eight camps. After that, it was the Pioneer Camp, the Chengfeng Camp, and the Breakout Camp. As for the Death Camp, it was obviously the weakest of the Eight Camps, but it was said that "Chu Shuai has no weak brigades under his command." Even if it was the Death Camp, if it met the regular army of the Great Shang Dynasty, it would definitely not be inferior to the same number of people.

...

Failure camp.

Lin Zhao was received by a general with two silver stars on the neckline, a centurion with a rough appearance and a murderous look on his face. He took the handwriting and glanced at it and said with a smile: "Are you Lin Zhao?"

"Yes, sir." Lin Zhao nodded.

"good."

He took out two letters and a simple map from his arms and said, "You want to go to the beacon tower on Chixia Peak. The soldiers guarding the beacon towers there have been more than three months since they returned to the town. Here are two letters from their homes. You can bring them to relieve their homesickness. After the letter is delivered, you can come back and pay the order."

"Yeah, I got it."

"By the way, I'll give you the map. Remember to walk from Shilipo. When you pass by it from there, you can avoid the demon clan the most." As he said that, he raised his lips and smiled: "But there is no absolutely safe thing in the world. If you really encounter a demon clan, you have to ask for more blessings."

His eyes fell on the ancient sword behind Lin Zhao and said, "Can this sword work?"

"cannot."

Lin Zhao shook his head: "It's just... it's rusted and can't be pulled out."

"Can't pull it out?"

The centurion couldn't help laughing and said, "Okay, take the order to go to the military command to collect a sword. Although it is a reserve sergeant, there must be weapons."

"Yes, thank you, sir!"

...

Not long after, Lin Zhao received an iron sword, which was quite heavy, but as a first-level martial artist, it was nothing. He drew out the iron sword and waved it a few times, which looked a little bit. Unfortunately, he had never practiced the sword technique, nor had he received training in the military camp, so he could only act and carried the iron sword behind him and set off.

Under the scorching sun, a young man with two swords left Tianchiling and followed the route on the map to leave Beishan. By about afternoon, he was already in the woodland north of the snowy Tianchi.

It was snowing heavily in the sky, and the snow in the woodland was very deep.

Fortunately, Lin Zhao prepared a thicker piece of clothing, and with a breath of true energy from a martial artist in the first realm, he would basically not be frostbite or freeze to death.

As for why it is hot summer on Tianchi Ridge, the northern region is covered with ice and snow. It is hard to explain. But I have heard from adults that this is a disaster. It is said that, including the territory of the Shang Dynasty in the south, the whole world has been in a cold winter for two consecutive years, except Tianchi Ridge, which seems to be favored by gods.

Lin Zhao usually puts things to the point of being confused, and then thinks about things when he has time, so he concentrates on his journey.

...

It was about dusk and entered Shili Slope. At this time, Shili Slope was completely covered with snow and had turned into a snow forest. After Lin Zhao stepped on Shili Slope, he felt the particularly cold here. In addition to the cold, he also felt a faint, disgusting breath that had been lingering around.

"Woooooooooooooo~~~"

Suddenly, bursts of crying came from the sea of ​​snow.

"Um?"

Lin Zhao frowned. It was the woman's crying. He couldn't help but feel furious. The ten-mile slope is far from Tianchi Ridge. Apart from the fierce soldiers of the Tianchi Army, who can have the courage to get here? What's more, it's even more impossible for a woman. Could it be that there is something dirty?!

If it’s not good, it’s best to leave!

The young man's body sank, like a snow leopard, rushed away in the snow forest and left the forest as quickly as possible. Although his consistent principle is "not to cause trouble or be afraid of trouble", after all, in this world, his mere first-level martial artist is simply the level of a sewer. If he really encounters something unclean, he may not be able to stop it. He must have this kind of self-knowledge!

However, the more Lin Zhao ran and wanted to stay away, he felt that the closer the woman's crying sound was, the more it seemed to be in his ears. This made Lin Zhao a little collapse. I don't want to be eaten by some ghost!

At this moment, a slim back appeared in the snow curtain in front of him. It was a woman with long hair like a waterfall, wearing a white skirt, extremely slender waist, and a slim figure with a bulging front and a tilted back. She was sobbing with her back to Lin Zhao, making people feel pity for me.

"Cang——"

Lin Zhao directly drew out the iron sword and pointed forward, and his voice began to tremble: "The world is invincible, the universe is borrowed from the magic! Where is the ghost? Show it quickly!"

...

The figure slowly turned around, looking like a beautiful girl, with a very good figure, a slender waist, and the collar on her chest was about to be stretched open. The pear blossoms were raining, and looked at Lin Zhao with a clear look, saying, "Young Master, can you save my family?"
Chapter completed!