There is death, and there is sorrow. When sadness is used to it, the veterans will drink and revel in the noise of fighting for military merits. They temporarily forget the passing of their comrades in the great fantasy of the country. There are no veterans in the illusion of the country. This is the first day that more than 3,000 humans and demons become warriors. The sad atmosphere after the war has lasted for a long time, and is as rich as a piece of incense.

Hundreds of flesh and blood fell in the barren mountains, and countless injured people were numerous, but the enemies they defeated were just a pile of wood and stones. The residents piled the wood and knocked the stones into debris, but this still could not dispel the sadness in their hearts.

Lei Chi stood by the roadside, and in addition to sadness, there was also a hint of panic in his heart. He was the first to call on the residents of Shibubang to fight. He led everyone to the mountains in the north. Until now, he could not tell the origin of these enemies, nor did he know whether the war ended here. Therefore, he felt that he had an unshirkable responsibility to the casualties.

Especially although he and his two sons were both injured, they were not fatal. They charged forward and their brave performance was obvious to all, but they were lucky.

A group of residents walked down the mountain, including many elderly, weak, women and children. They wanted to send the dead and injured home. When passing by Lei Chi, some nodded to him, while others turned a blind eye to him.

A small group of humans in the team stopped and let Lei Chi walk over on the roadside for a few steps. He recognized the family and the injured on the stretcher. He was one of the elders of Lei Jing, one of the elders of Lei tribes.

The life span of the demon slave is nearly two hundred years old. Lei Jing has just passed the middle age. His face is full of wrinkles and his body is still strong. However, he was injured too much. A stone axe cut off from his left chest obliquely, leaving a hole more than two feet long. No bandage can stop the blood from gushing out. It is already a miracle that he can still keep a little sober.

The miracle would not last forever. Lei Jing asked his family to lift himself in front of Lei Chi, looked at him, slowly raised one hand, groped under him for a while, and took out half of the statue, which was originally hidden in his arms. Now only his upper body is left.

"Do you still remember our dream?" Lei Jing asked with difficulty.

Lei Chi nodded. Of course he remembered that at that time they were still a group of enthusiastic demon slaves, tired of endless tree planting, hating the Fire Tree King and the officials on the other side. They dreamed of becoming warriors, but the fall of the Fire Tree King was so abrupt that no battle occurred.

"It's realized." Lei Jing let out a sigh of relief. Among the demon slaves who joined the Lei tribe back then, he was the oldest and most passionate. Decades have passed, and this has not changed. "Mr. Tie said that stability is only temporary. We must fight for survival after all. Look, he has said it."

Lei Jing coughed, a little blood flowed out of his mouth, and all the family members around him stretched out their arms, but he shook his head and refused anyone's help. He just looked at Lei Chi, "Mr. Tie also said that war needs a leader. The leader is chosen and he also stands out by himself. Today, you stand out, please persevere and don't fall down."

Lei Jing handed over half of the statue. Lei Chi took it in his hand, held it tightly, nodded again, and couldn't say anything.

Lei Jing's family bowed to Lei Chi, then left on a stretcher. When they reached the foot of the mountain, they cried suddenly.

Lei Chi returned to the roadside. The panic in his heart disappeared. He knew what he wanted to do and what he should do. Even if someone didn't understand or even misunderstand, he had to persevere.

The last group of residents went down the mountain, all of whom were soldiers, and blood was covered in signs. More than a dozen people were carrying a particularly large stretcher and walking slowly to ensure that the stretcher was stable. More soldiers were guarding front and back, replacing those carrying the stretcher at any time.

The big man of the Shen family was lying on it, holding a black wooden spear in his hands. He was confused for the first half of his life, and only knew how to plant trees in the second half of his life. He never dreamed of becoming a warrior, but he rushed into the battlefield at the last moment, inspiring everyone's fighting spirit.

No one knows what the big man thinks, is he moved by the battle scene, or is he angry when he sees the tree he has worked hard to plant is destroyed? No one knows, he can't say it himself, he is dead.

The soldiers stopped in front of Lei Chi. Like Lei Jing, they were willing to regard the person in front of them as the leader.

Lei Chi walked to the stretcher, looked down for a while, took a few steps back, pointed his finger at the sky, and said to everyone: "Maybe there are really gods outside the sky, maybe in the eyes of gods, we are just a group of ants, but ants themselves know their importance, and the lives of ants are not inferior to those of gods. I picked up the weapons, and I will fight to the end. Some people die and some people survive, but I will never accept the arrangements of the gods."

These humans and demons became warriors for the first time, and they didn't know what to say on such occasions, so they didn't say anything, closed their mouths tightly, raised their weapons in their hands, and raised their fists if they were empty.

Lei Chi replaced a stretcher and went down the mountain with everyone, and they had to send the big one home.

The flames on the battlefield were still burning, and thick smoke covered half of the sky. Old Man Shen sat in his yard, holding a crutch in one hand and holding a grain in the other, and several chicks came over to peck from time to time.

His faint eyes could no longer see anything, but his ears could hear the crying coming and going away. Sometimes he could even tell who the crying came from, so he guessed whose husband or son died in battle.

He listened quietly, but his thoughts did not stop at the various sounds passing by the door. Yelin Town was like a horse-locking stake. No matter how his thoughts ran and jumped, he would always return here in the end.

He missed his own mansion, the endless stream of guests and slaves, the neighbors who ran up to say hello, the dilapidated bluestone pavement under his feet, and the small river outside the town. Even the rich man drank water here every day like a farmer.

He still remembers that one year he went to Xiaoerbao to run for office. After drinking the well water there, he vomited and vomited. He did not regain his life until he went home and drank the water from Yelin Town again.

A smile appeared on his old face, and it solidified. The grains in his palms were gone, and the chicks were still pecking around, and Dad Shen did not move.

The funerals of the Shen family father and son were held at the same time.

According to the tradition of demon slaves, the bodies were burned in public, and most of the residents who could still move came. They temporarily put down their wounded and the dead, and saw them off as the first hero of Shibubang. There were countless casualties in this battle, but everyone recognized that Shen Daer was the only hero. He did not participate in the battle when the momentum was evenly matched, but rushed into the battlefield when his morale collapsed, so he was more brave than other soldiers.

The smoke rose and the sending passers-by were silent, but more and more humans and demons looked up at the sky, and they all discovered a strange thing. The sun that stopped in the original place had been a long time.

Lei Chi also looked into the sky, until the flames of the burning corpse gradually disappeared, he shouted: "Pick up the weapon, Zhibubang's battle is not over yet."

"It's useless." A desolate and disdainful voice sounded in the crowd. Lei Chi looked at it and recognized that it was one of the talisman teachers.

There were four talisman teachers in Zhibubang who were aging faster than ordinary humans and demons. Three of them had passed away, only one was left, and they were already in disgrace, but their voices were still loud.

"I know what's going on." The talisman teacher raised his voice. He hated this old body, and even more hated Zhibubang and the residents here. "I have said long ago that the entire Zhibubang is an illusion. Now that the illusion is about to be destroyed, everyone will die. So, go home, say goodbye to your family, kneel down and cry, and wait for death. If you want to blame, you are all born weak people and have no ability to protect yourself. If you blame, you will blame a Taoist priest named Mu Xingqiu. He left you in the illusion. The destruction of the illusion must be related to him."

The words of the talisman teacher achieved the results as they should be. The residents were panicked and cried out each other. He was satisfied and squeezed out of the crowd with crutches. He wanted to find a hidden place to die instead of staying with a group of ignorant people.

Not all residents gave up their hope. Some soldiers still held weapons in their hands, and their wives and children, looked at Lei Chi at this time, hoping to hear the rebuttal from him.

The name Mu Xingqiu made Lei Chi tremble in his heart. It was like this every time. He couldn't remember that he had an older brother, but these three words always made him feel lost.

The talisman teacher had already gone far away, and more and more eyes were looking at him. Lei Chi spoke without being excited and generous, nor did he roar in anger, "As long as I can stand, I will not kneel down and cry. As long as I can fight, I will not blame anyone. Zhibubang may be just an illusion, but it is all the truth to me."

This would be difficult to boost morale, but it would dispel the despair in the hearts of residents.

The earth was shaking at this moment, and there were harsh sounds from the sky, and huge cracks could be seen by the naked eye. The air became hotter and hotter, and from time to time, strange light or smoke passed by the heads of residents.

This is an extremely powerful destructive force. The residents of Shibubang cannot even see where the enemy is. Whether it is humans or demon clans, whether it is demon slaves or ordinary people, a tremor arises from the deepest part of their hearts. Only when facing floods or landslides and cracks to the extreme will people's hearts tremble so much.

Lei Chi was no exception. He even felt his legs weak, but he abides by his oath, did not kneel down or cries, held the black wooden spear tightly with both hands, bent his knees slightly, and acted as if he wanted to fight against God.

Countless black wood weapons point to the sky, the elderly raise crutches, the women take off their hairpins, and the children grab stones... They are frightened but not panic, they are afraid but not cowardly, they are looking forward to fighting with the "gods".

With a loud bang, a hole appeared in the sky, a large number of lightning, flames, smoke, and strong light swarmed in. After a while, the hole closed. In a strange scene, the two people were entangled and fighting each other, their fists were like thunder, their feet were like earthquakes, and the blood splashed across the sky like a rainbow...

So the residents of Shibubang understood that they were not fighting alone.

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