Go to Beijing.

The warm winter sun is far away on the gray sky, and the cold wind blows across the bustling streets, stroking the tide land on the roadside with thin white frost.

Next to the dark brown bare tree trunk, countless pedestrians were wrapped in thick down jackets, lowered their heads to the frozen red palms, let out a breath of heat, complained about the weather, and then hurriedly left in their pockets.

Zuo Qing held a cup of hot tea and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The hot air rose from the cup, and a cloud of white mist condensed in front of the window.

His eyes stared at the distant sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

"The Heaven is born..."

He paused and sighed, "This peaceful day is over after all... I can't live a good life this year."

On the sofa behind him, an old man in white was holding a black chess in his hand, gently placed it on the chessboard of the coffee table, and smiled slightly.

"Don't let go?"

"Of course, after all, who doesn't like living a peaceful life?" Zuo Qing spoke slowly, "But since the war has come to us on its own initiative, we can't be beaten passively... When we win, the peaceful life will still come back."

He turned around, walked to the opposite side of the old man in white and sat down, took out a white piece from the chess and landed it on the chessboard.

"Taigong, how many times is our chances of winning?" Zuo Qing asked.

Jiang Ziya did not rush to answer, but picked up a black piece and landed it again. On the chessboard in front of him, there were four black pieces, surrounding the lonely white piece.

"If you just passive defense, you will only have 10% at most."

"What about taking the initiative?"

Jiang Ziya narrowed his eyes slightly, lifted the white piece, moved one square to the side, and shook the black piece that was closest to him out of the chessboard.

Bai Zi broke the deadlock and fought against three with one.

“…30%.”

"It doesn't sound good news." Zuo Qing sighed.

"War is not a simple game of power. In addition to the head-on decisive victory, there are many factors that can affect the situation of the battle." Jiang Ziya spoke happily.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the three black spots.

"Who can guarantee that these three black spots will not have other changes?"

Zuo Qing looked at the three black spies and the black spies who were shocked to the outside, and fell into deep thought.

"Taigong, how much time do we have left?"

"Ten days."

Ten days...

Zuo Qing nodded.

Just then, two knocks sounded, the office door was pushed open, and a night watchman walked in.

"What's up?"

"Commander Zuo, the [Night] team is back."

Hearing this sentence, Zuo Qing raised his eyebrows and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip of hot tea, and his hanging heart relaxed a little.

It's really time for these little guys to come back...

"They also turned back from Japan to a human ceiling with their own artifacts." The night watchman continued.

puff--!!

The hot tea that Zuo Qing held in his mouth suddenly spurted out and landed accurately on Jiang Ziya opposite.

Jiang Ziya:...?

"What did you say?!"

...

Night Watch Cemetery.

The cold wind rolls up snow-white petals, like the first snow in winter, flying among the cold tombstones.

A figure in a black suit, holding a handful of white flowers in his hand, was standing quietly in front of a brand new tombstone.

There are several big words deeply engraved on the tombstone:

——【Blue Rain】Squad member, deputy captain of Team 136 stationed in Cangnan City, and the tomb of Wu Xiangnan.

Lin Qiye stared at the tombstone for a long time, bent down, gently placed the white flower in his hand in front of the tombstone, and sighed.

The tombstone of the Night Watcher was carved by the teammates of the deceased. This was an unwritten rule within the Night Watcher. The tombstone of Zhao Kongcheng was carved by Hongying.

Now the [Blue Rain] team has been wiped out. Among the 136 teams stationed in Cangnan, only Lin Qiye knew that Wu Xiangnan had died in battle, so the tombstone of the deputy captain could only be engraved by Lin Qiye himself.

This is the first time Lin Qiye has carved a monument for others.

Because Wu Xiangnan's body transformed into a tract and no corpse was left, there was only an empty tomb under the tombstone in front of him.

In the lonely night watchman's cemetery, he was the only figure standing quietly in the cold wind.

A moment later, the second figure walked into the cemetery.

"Commander Zuo." Lin Qiye turned around and saw the visitor and spoke up.

"Yes." Zuo Qing's eyes fell on the tombstone, and a complex look appeared in his eyes. "I have heard about Wu Xiangnan on the way... To be honest, I still can't believe that you three have killed a god."

"God, it was killed by Vice Team Wu." Lin Qiye glanced at the tombstone, "Wang Meng and I are just trying our best to help him fulfill our long-cherished wish."

"It's amazing, each of you is." Zuo Qing said, "In addition to chasing Wu Xiangnan, just with your achievements and Wang Meng, everyone should get a personal Star Sea Medal. In this special period, I won't hold a ceremony for you. I'll find time to send it to you."

Zuo Qing bent down and placed the flowers he brought next to Lin Qiye's flowers. After paying tribute, he walked out of the cemetery with Lin Qiye.

"Commander Zuo, the Heavenly Court has come to heaven." Lin Qiye said.

"Yeah, I know."

"What will happen next?"

"...I don't know what's specific." Zuo Qing was silent for a moment and said, "In this vortex of war among gods, we can do too little. Our most important mission is to protect the ordinary people behind us and guard the Daxia well.

If the God of Great Xia is the first line of defense in Great Xia, then we Night Watchers are the second line of defense standing before all living beings and the last one.

No matter what happens, we can’t be confused.”

Lin Qiye nodded silently.

Zuo Qing was right. If a comprehensive god war really started, he would not be qualified to participate in it if he was not in the human ceiling. Although [Night] is a special team, it is still too far from the war between gods.

All they can do is to guard this last line of defense.

"What do we need to do?" Lin Qiye asked.

Zuo Qing seemed to have made arrangements for this and said calmly: "The war is coming, and there is no time left for the rookies in the training camp to grow slowly... I will give you ten days. After ten days, they must graduate from the training camp and be assigned to different night watchmen teams. Only in this way can we redirect enough veterans and go to the front line.

In the next few years, these recruits will be the backbone of maintaining internal stability in the Great Xia.

No matter what method you use in these ten days, you must make them qualified night watchmen.

Can it be done?"

Ten days?

Hearing these two words, Lin Qiye's heart sank slightly, but he didn't hesitate for too long and nodded.

"able."

Since Zuo Qing said the number ten days, it means that after that, some kind of change will definitely occur, and the sense of crisis lingering in Lin Qiye's heart became stronger and stronger.

They don't have much time left.
Chapter completed!