The end of the year is approaching, and it is another year.

...

In the north of Tianchi in the snowy land, a human fortress on Jiuzhangyuan rose from the ground. Under Chen Wanli's instruction, this fortress camp that faced the demon clan's military tent used more than 200,000 civilians. It was built in just one month and could have more than 10,000 troops. At this time, the camp had been stationed by more than 8,000 troops from the Tianchi Army. On both sides were two camps from Wuzhenlou and Panshi Army, forming a triangular cone posture to confront more than ten military tents of the demon clan.

Above the Tianchi military camp, a ten-foot-high observation deck stood, with snowflakes flying, Lin Zhao was wearing armor and sat on the edge of the observation deck, looking at the military tents of the northern demon clan, thinking about something.

He frowned and his heart flew back to the past. He still remembered that he was with Xiao Shitou and Guo Dongyang for the New Year together. Now Xiao Shitou and Xiaojiu are already far away, while Guo Dongyang was recruited to work in the logistics department. It is rare to meet him.

"grown ups."

Behind him, Feng Zhi was wearing a female armor, with a sword hanging around her waist, walked to Lin Zhao and stood there, smiling: "Are you still watching the demon clan?"

"Yeah."

Lin Zhao smiled: "What's wrong with Shuai Chu?"

"fine."

Feng Zhi opened her red lips lightly: "I'm just here to see you."

"oh……"

Lin Zhao nodded.

"Sir." Shao Zhi wanted to speak but stopped. After looking away for a while, he said, "This year... are you going back to the mountaintop villa for the New Year? Luo Yang, Mu Zao, and Huaping all have this idea. He thinks that this year, Xiaojiuer and Xiaoshitou are no longer by your side, and the families of us have been sent to the south. Why not just let us stay at the mountaintop villa for the New Year together, right?"

“No need.”

Lin Zhao shook his head, looked to the north with a serious expression, and said, "The demon clan has set up a total of eighteen military tents, and he may be able to move south at any time. We don't know if we can live this year..."

Wu Zhi pursed her red lips: "Then...but?"

"But it."

Lin Zhao nodded and suddenly smiled: "Baizhi, after the Chinese New Year, you will be twenty years old. According to the customs in our town, a twenty-year-old woman is about to get married."

"ah?"

Feng Zhi blushed and said, "I have never thought about this. What qualifications do people like us have to think about getting married and go with the flow. God knows when will it be overwhelmed by the general trend."

"Too."

Lin Zhao looked into the distance and said, "You go and rest, don't worry about me. I am also here to nourish the intention of fist and sword, without delay."

"Um!"

...

Not long after Wu Zhi left, a figure flew up from the snow and landed straight beside Lin Zhao. It was Chen Wanli in a blue marshal's cloak.

"Old handsome!"

Lin Zhao immediately stood up and bowed with his fists.

“No need to be polite.”

The old coach reached out and pressed him back to the ground, laughing and said, "Lin Zhao, I came here to ask you, do we need to adjust our defense at present?"

“I want it.”

Lin Zhao stretched out his hand to the north and said, "We should adapt to the situation and change the dispatch and defense according to the camp arrangements of the demon clan and the demon clan."

"Tell me specifically?"

The old coach also sat down aside, and the two looked like a couple of years old.

Lin Zhao examined the situation in the north, and with the insight of the eight-level martial artist, he could see a very far place. He looked into the distance and said, "The demon clan army tent confronts us on the front. When dealing with the demon clan, iron cavalry is the first, bows and arrows are the second, infantry is the second. We have three camps on the front, and iron cavalry is ready to charge at any time, so we are not afraid of the demon clan's strong attack. Instead, the northeast is the demon clan's camp, and more than one million demon clan war cavalry are ready to move and go south at any time."

He frowned and said, "Once the demon cavalry launches an attack, our right wing will suffer a very fierce impact. Therefore, we should arrange corresponding spears, iron armored soldiers, strong archers, dig more trenches, and more antlers and trenches on the right wing. We should wait for the demon cavalry to charge and lay out springboards on the trenches. The human infantry comes and goes freely, and the demon cavalry will not be so relaxed. In my opinion, there are still fewer trenches, and more than a dozen more are needed."

"knew."

Chen Wanli nodded, took out paper and pen, and wrote down one by one, then said: "What do you mean by the left-wing defense?"

"The left wing is the puppet legion of the ghost clan. Let Yuzhuyuan guard. There are many monks in Yuzhuyuan. Let them draw more demon-suppressing talismans. Once the final battle is fought, these demon-suppressing talismans will have a strong killing effect on the ghost clan."

"knew."

Chen Wanli smiled and said, "Lin Zhao, would you like to command this battle yourself?"

"ah?"

The young man was surprised: "Where is the old coach and Chu Shuai, where is my turn to Lin Zhao? Besides, I am only fifteen years old this year, and I am still inexperienced and cannot convince the public in the army. Don't joke with me."

"The New Year is coming soon."

Chen Wanli smiled meaningfully: "I will be sixteen soon. The sixteen-year-old marshal of the Empire has still had it in the history of our human race."

Lin Zhao didn't comment, just thought that Lao Shuai was joking.

...

In the town.

As the war approached, the town became much more crowded, with more than half of the residents empty, and those empty houses were inhabited by people from other places. Cultivators from all over the world gathered in the town, so in some dilapidated houses, a great sword immortal, a martial artist and a martial artist in the upper five realms, and Lin Zhao's ancestral home was also vacated, and more than ten people from the Great Wall of Fusu.

Baiweixuan's business has become much colder, and even in the cold winter, the number of people eating hot pot has suddenly decreased.

By the window on the first floor, Han Buyu, the old sword fairy who is known as a gourmet, is still squeezing hotpot while eating. Han Buyu is in a very good mood these days. Under the baptism of the killing aura before the war, his realm and diligence were extremely fast. He broke through from the Jindan realm to the Nascent Soul realm within half a year. Just a few days ago, he magically stepped into the Galaxy Realm. Even the old sword fairy felt that it was possible to give him some more time and get involved in the fifth realm. Once he returned to the realm, he would be the veritable old sword fairy, not the current half-baked sword fairy. Everyone in the town called him Old sword fairy Han, but those who lived in the town these days had a large number of money that could kill him, the old sword fairy with one punch.

"devil!"

Sister Qing'er grabbed Jia Chong's ear and pressed him on the table, saying, "Why are you looking at? Are those fairies on the mountain beautiful? I think you still look at it!"

Jia Chong begged for mercy repeatedly: "Miss, Madam... I didn't see the conscience of heaven and earth!"

Sister Qing'er let go of her hand and glared at him fiercely.

"Madam..."

Jia Chong looked at the fat woman in front of him and said, "Or...you should go down the mountain too? Most of the people in the town have left, and the rest are those who can use swords to kill monsters. What do you think you are staying here for? Do you want to die with everyone?"

Sister Qing'er immediately slapped him and said in a pity: "You don't even look at your unreliable thing. If we leave, who will make hot pot for Old Jianxian Han? So many foreigners come to our snowy Tianchi to die. Why are we afraid of death? Aren't they afraid of death? This winter, what's wrong with making a hot mouthful of people?"

"well……"

Jia Chong sat on the threshold and smoked a dull cigarette.

"How about you go."

Sister Qing'er's voice became much softer and said, "I accidentally ate myself so fat and couldn't walk fast. If you want to leave, leave, don't be dragged down by me..."

Jia Chong's smile was even worse than crying: "What are you saying? In my heart, you will always look beautiful and slim when you were twenty years old. Whoever dares to say that my wife is fat will fight with anyone."

Sister Qing'er chuckled: "I'm not repaired, and my mouth is so sweet!"

...

Front Street, Zhang Family Courtyard.

Zhang Liucheng was wearing a young Confucian shirt and was holding a bamboo box full of books in his hand. He sat at the door aggrievedly and refused to leave. His parents were already wearing a suit of armor. The head of the Zhang family was one of the centurions of the Fenwei Camp, and Zhang Liucheng's mother was one of the few earth divisions of the Tianchi Army, all of whom were extremely important talents.

"Liu Cheng!"

Mrs. Zhang lowered her body, touched the face of her baby son reluctantly, and said with a smile: "As you please, go with Uncle Li first. After your parents fight the demon clan, they will go to Yunzhou to meet you."

"I don't want to leave."

Zhang Liucheng threw the bamboo box aside and shouted: "Dad, give me an iron sword, I can also go to the battlefield to kill monsters! Why can you all go, but I am a turtle that shrank. Even Lin Zhao went to the battlefield to kill monsters. I don't want to escape alone!"

"Nothing!"

The head of the family stepped forward and slapped his son in the face. Suddenly, five red fingerprints appeared on the boy's cheek.

"You have never let me learn swords, you just let me study!"

Zhang Liucheng's eyes were dim and said, "You never care what I want to do. You just arranged for me everything you want me to do. I want to learn swords and I want to be a sword immortal, why can't you?"

"Shut up!"

The head of the family roared: "What do you know?"

Zhang Liucheng burst into tears.

"Li Qing, take him away."

Mrs. Zhang frowned: "Don't worry about his crying, take him to his aunt's house in Yunzhou and continue to urge him to study. I will go through together after the war with the master."

"Yes, master, madam!"

The housekeeper grabbed the boy under his armpit, put him on the carriage, and headed straight to the south of the town.

"well……"

Looking at the carriage away, Mrs. Zhang felt distressed: "Why do you have to? At the beginning, you should have told him the truth."

"So what if I tell it?"

The eyes of the head of the Zhang family turned red: "The natural spiritual veins died and I will never awaken even a sword lake in my life. Such a person still wants to be a sword immortal? Let him study, but I just don't want him to die too early."

Mrs. Zhang burst into tears, but she cried silently.

She would miss her son very much, even if she went to the other side, she would still miss him.

...

In the bookstore.

The scholar put the book volumes into the box, and two Confucian disciples were waiting quietly outside the door. The junior uncle's collection of books was all the best in the world and he wanted to take them back to the school.

"Uncle Master, are you really not going to follow us?" asked a disciple.

"It's because of me, how can I leave?"
Chapter completed!