It was getting colder and colder at night. Daliang Chen Xiuming sat near the campfire and still shivered. He felt that his practice in the past few years seemed to be disappearing. Not only was he impatient with the cold, but he was a little reluctant to hold a gun. His hands are now more accustomed to using small flower hoes.

The fires swayed and the figures in the military camp increased a little warmth and encouraged the tension in my heart.

"The battle will finally start tomorrow." Chen Xiuming deliberately imitated those veterans who had experienced many battles, raised his voice and spoke in a teasing tone, "Kill a few more demon soldiers and use their bodies to raise fire!"

"I heard that the demon soldiers are more than expected before." Mu Feihuang's voice was empty, and he couldn't even pretend to be brave.

The dozens of people around the bonfire were disciples of Pang Shan Zhiyong Institute, wearing heavy armor, knives hanging around their waists, and long spears leaning on their shoulders.

"More than two thousand demon soldiers are almost four times that of us." Zhao Dayi, a young man from Yelin Town, is tall and burly, and is Mu Feihuang's best friend. The two had long wanted to join the Xuanfu Army, but they realized their wish at the worst opportunity.

"Not so many, only one thousand two hundred demon soldiers." Chen Xiuming corrected, his eyes swept across everyone's faces, and he saw panic. They had fought with several scattered demon soldiers on the way to escape. At that time, there were many people and powerful people, and they easily won. Tomorrow's battle will be their first time facing the real demon army.

Another young man from Yelin Town, Chen Tongyou, hugged his legs without saying a word. He never thought that he would join the war, welcome and send him off, and being a low-level deacon in Pangshan was his greatest wish.

"We all joined voluntarily." Chen Xiuming felt that he had an obligation to encourage everyone, "We are all disciples of Pangshan, where can we run?"

"I want to go home." A disciple across the bonfire whispered. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old and not long after he left Yangshen Peak.

"Where did the family come from?" A cold voice said, "It was Zhang Lingsheng, who was the oldest. He was with a baby and didn't have to take risks, but he volunteered to join the war, or to die voluntarily. "We will all die. When the demon soldiers attacked the ancestor peak, we should die. It was just because of luck and coincidence that we lived to this day. Tomorrow, everything will be over. It's 130,000 years, and it's the turn of the demon clan to rise. We don't have to live in the place where demons are everywhere and enslave all living beings. It's also a reward."

The disciples of Zhiyong Institute, who were already nervous, looked paler even more.

Chen Xiuming said angrily: "Zhang Lingsheng, can't you say anything else? Who said we will die tomorrow? I still want to make achievements. The number of demon soldiers is a little more, but there are also many here, including Taoist priest Pangshan and Brother Xiaoqiu." A strong sense of confidence suddenly arose in his heart, "I tell you, Mu Xingqiu of Yelin Town has never lost as long as he is fighting. Didn't he fight a war with the demon soldiers a few days ago and win a great victory?"

Mu Xingqiu's name seemed to be a glass of courageous spirits. Many dejected disciples raised their heads at this time.

"That's right, Mu Xingqiu won a demon soldier once."

"He still has a Qilin."

"He used to be a disciple of the Institute."

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Confidence was like a flame rising slowly, still very weak, and there was danger of being blown out by the cold wind at any time. But it was burning. Only Zhang Lingsheng was indifferent and stared at the bonfire blankly, without saying anything that would die, but he did not show his fighting spirit.

Pan Jufu came over with several guards. He was patrolling the barracks and making the final arrangements for tomorrow's battle. "Why haven't you been sleeping yet? According to my experience, the earlier you sleep, the greater the chance of winning."

The disciples of Zhiyong Institute fled with him and were familiar with each other. Mu Feihuang stood up and said, "We are not trapped. The old general, can we really win tomorrow?"

"Don't call me an old general, as if I can't live long. Tell you, I finally became a general, and my mind was full of glory and wealth. I was a rich man, and I had never enjoyed the life of a truly rich man. I just waited for this great contribution to make a great contribution, and let the prince reward me with one hundred and eight hundred thousand taels of gold and silver, build a big house, and buy a few wives, and maybe I had time to make a few children."

The disciples laughed, and the guards following the general couldn't help laughing. Although they had not been together for a long time, they had already fallen in love with this vulgar but kind veteran.

"So you guys will win tomorrow? I'm prepared for a complete victory. If you guys show their timidity tomorrow, I'll delay Lao Pan's future. Look, I won't beat you with a big stick."

The laughter became louder and the flames of confidence burned more vigorously.

"The demon soldiers are just that. They are just a little scary. Some demon soldiers are bigger. Even if they don't use talismans, swords and guns, they can still vent their blood." Pan Jufu struck while the iron was hot, encouraging everyone's fighting spirit. "The most difficult thing to deal with is the magician, but you don't have to worry about it. We have talismans and Taoists here, let them do the most dangerous tasks. If we can't fly to the sky, don't worry about the things in the sky. Keep your feet on the ground, look forward, and walk forward. When you see those ugly guys who are twitching, you can shoot him and then cut him. I'm counting on you guys to fight ten."

"By one against ten!" The disciples all stood up and raised their spears and shouted, even Zhang Lingsheng was no exception.

When the screams stopped, Pan Jufu said: "Tomorrow you will be General Mu's personal soldiers. Do you know what the personal soldiers do?"

The disciples shook their heads and Shen Xiuming said: "We are the closest confidant soldiers. We are all Mu Xingqiu... General Mu's closest people."

Pan Jufu laughed a few times, "It's up to you, but the task of the personal soldiers is not to please the general, but to protect his safety. Ten steps ahead was a wounded demon soldier, dying. What do you do?"

"Go up and make up for it." Shen Xiuming answered immediately.

"That's what ordinary soldiers should do. You are personal soldiers. Don't even look at the injured enemy. Just stare at General Mu, protecting his safety and allowing him to fight against his opponents without hesitation. After a war, he is alive and unharmed, you will make great contributions. If he dies or is seriously injured, you will not deserve to be a personal soldiers, or even live."

These words are quite serious. No one dared to touch the disciples of the Institute of Use. Pan Jufu's eyes swept over everyone, "Go to rest early."

The military camp gradually became quiet, and only the fire was still swaying. The first frost in late autumn this year finally came late at night and quietly spread on the ground, climbing up the treetops and roofs.

Mu Xingqiu didn't sleep, and the Taoist priests in the military camp didn't sleep. They were still discussing tomorrow's tactics over and over in the main hall. This was also the last place Pan Jufu inspected.

"Our troops are still too few." Yang Qingyin said as soon as she saw the old general, "There are so many refugees in the city, can't we recruit more soldiers?"

Pan Jufu shook his head, "They are all ordinary people. They can't help but use swords and guns. Forcing them to the battlefield will only delay things. Moreover, Duanliu City does not have enough military armor. More than 650 people are already the limit. The hope of victory lies with you people."

Eleven Taoist priests were silent. Mu Xingqiu asked: "Can the demon army be dispersed by killing the leader?"

"In my experience, it must be like this. Not only the demon army, but also the Xuanfu army. The dragons without a leader naturally disintegrate. This is the battlefield truth that has never been made in tens of thousands of years. So——" Pan Jufu's expression was even more serious. "If I die, Your Highness the Prince will have to take over the banner immediately. Your Highness unfortunately died, and Mu Xingqiu will have to take over. All three of us are dead. You have to retreat immediately. How far you can run, don't care about the Xuanfu army. Don't care about the higher Taoist priests, let him find a way to go by himself."

"We won't run away." Yang Qingyin said, clenching her fists.

"Then you can see with your own eyes that the Taoist throne of Pangshan has completely disappeared." Pan Jufu said mercilessly, "You are all Taoist priests, and their eyes are farther than me. So I won't be with you. Tomorrow's battle is only half the chance of winning. I don't have a brilliant plan, so I can only do everything I can to make these more than 600 people exert their due strength. The same is true for you. Do everything to kill the leader of the demon army. If you do it, your chances of winning will increase greatly. If you can't do it, you will die in vain."

The old general turned around and left without asking about the Taoist priests' tactics.

"Tomorrow, you can only win but not lose. Don't let an old guy who doesn't even have the root of the Tao look down on us." Yang Qingyin said, noticing that his fighting spirit has been aroused even more.

"The demon army has two big leaders, one in the sky and one on the ground." Shen Hao used a teacup as a prop, one on the table and the other in his hand. "The number of flying demons is small, and they are all very stupid. There should be no substitute after the leader is killed. Otherwise, the big leader will die, and there may be other small leaders to take over. Therefore, the people in the sky should fight quickly and return to the ground as soon as possible to help Mu Xingqiu."

Eleven Taoist priests, Xin Youtao, escorted the formation as a prince, and nine people were responsible for killing monsters in the air. The task of killing the ground leader fell on Mu Xingqiu alone.

"I will kill the big boss before you descend to the ground." Mu Xingqiu said affirmatively, "I have thirty-six disciples of the Institute of Use and three Qilins. Maybe I will go to heaven to help you in the end."

Everyone laughed. Even Taoist priests sometimes need some big talk to enhance their confidence.

"Did you say Zuo Liuying have already repaired the Patriarch Tower, but don't tell everyone, just wait for the most dangerous time to make a sudden move?" Xin Youtao was full of expectations. Although he didn't have to rush to the front in tomorrow's battle, once he was defeated, Yang Qingyin and others could escape, but he had to stay.

"Even if he repairs the Patriarch Tower, it will not be used tomorrow." Mu Xingqiu wiped out the prince's hope. "The most dangerous opponent in Zuo Liuying's mind will never be more than a thousand demon soldiers. It depends entirely on ourselves, without hiding his strength, nor can he make any mistakes. This is a battle that truly belongs to Pangshan's breath-taking Taoist priest."

"The Dao Fire is not extinguished." Yang Qingyin reached out and patted it on the table.

"The Taoist fire is not extinguished." Other Taoists spoke at the same time and slapped on the table.

The frost attacked secretly. In the early morning, when the main force of the Xuanfu Army left the city, the earth was vast and the road was hard and slippery. When the horses passed, there was a muddy area.

The Xuanfu Army dismounted the formation fifty miles west of the city, and then went thirty miles west, twice the number of demon troops was ready.

The sky was slightly bright, and it was the coldest time when the air was at its coldest. A low horn sound came from the direction of the demon army, like the roar of a hungry giant beast.

The chariot that Xijie prince Xin Youtao was riding in was parked at the end of the array, holding a wooden hammer in his hand, and received the hinting of the flag in front of him. He began to hit the talisman and skin drum in front of him, his voice loud and calm, responding to the challenge opposite him.

Nine Taoist priests rose up and flew towards the enemy at a walking speed, about three miles apart. Mu Xingqiu rode a small Qilin and advanced at the same slow speed. On both sides were adult Qilins that were unhooked, and behind them were thirty-six disciples of Zhiyongsou walking. When they walked out of a mile, the main force of the Xuanfu Army drove away. Except for Pan Jufu riding Mao Qilin, all the soldiers walked.

There was no show-off, no threat, no persuasion, or even no speech that inspired fighting spirit. Both armies slowly approached, and wanted to end the battle before noon.

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