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"It started fighting, it really started fighting." The young soldier murmured to himself, not even noticed that he was talking.

A hard and powerful palm pressed on his shoulder, "This is when Longbin and the witches compete for the battlefield. There are still several days left before the battle."

"What a long." The soldier smiled embarrassedly, and then remembered that he was wearing a nearly closed helmet, and his expression could not be revealed. "Is that battle in Duanliu City the same as it is now?"

Chen Xiuming nodded. His boss had always wanted to transfer him to a safer position, but he refused. The only thing he accepted was the position of Chief, who led a small team of recruits to the front line. Their training lasted only more than ten days. He had just learned some of the most basic combat skills and was about to be ready to go to the battlefield.

After all, Chen Xiuming participated in a war and was indeed qualified to be the leader of the recruits.

The floating sea city faces the sea eastward, and hundreds of military camps are neatly arranged outside the west gate. There is no light in the camp. Dozens of miles westward, a large number of people are building high platforms, bunkers, stone catapults and other weapons overnight. This will be the main position of the Huang Fu Army.

Going westward, hundreds of teams of ten people guarded the frontier outposts to prevent sneak attacks by demon soldiers. The Sacred World not only had an astonishing number of regular troops, but also summoned many barbarian monsters. They were not used to head-on combat, but were good at sneak attacks at night.

The outpost is very simple. It is made of old wooden boards that were demolished in the city. It has two floors on the upper and lower levels and stores supplies. It is available for rest. The upper level is used to look out. The birds folded from paper talismans fly around between the outposts. The shapes and functions are different. Some are responsible for finding demonic energy. Some are responsible for shining light when necessary... The sentries use their naked eyes to supplement the possible omissions of the talismans, and immediately launch an attack with a bow and crossbow when the paper birds issue warnings.

The responsibilities are simple, but the danger is not small. The savage monsters infiltrated in three consecutive nights, and there were many confrontations, both sides were killed and injured. Compared with the upcoming war, this loss was insignificant. For soldiers who were on duty at the outpost, this was a threat nearby.

Chen Xiuming could understand the fear of the new recruits, and he himself was not as calm as he seemed. The scale of the Battle of Fuhai City was ten times or even a hundred times that of the Battle of Duanliu City back then. The fire in the imperial capital was still deeply imprinted in his mind. Although it finally showed that it was the demon formation rather than the power of the sacrificial king, the strength of the demon clan was still shocking. In comparison, the giant demon king Qi Wushang of that year was similar to the robber leader who occupied several hills.

"The time and place are all given to the talisman master and the monks. At that time, we just need to fight on the ground. There is no need to raise our heads. The talisman master will carry it when the sky collapses, and don't stay at will. No matter whether there is fire, fog, or poisonous in front of us, we must believe that the talisman master can solve it. We are soldiers, just call the sword and gun on the demon soldiers, and how powerful it is."

When Chen Xiuming talked about the battle, several recruits around him listened carefully. Before entering the real battlefield, this was their most important source of experience.

"What if the talisman master... can't stop it?" a recruit asked nervously.

Just as hundreds of light balls passed over the sky of the outpost, flying from the floating sea city behind to the distant horizon, like meteors but never extinguished, like fireflies but brighter and larger. The speed of the light balls was not very fast. The sentry looked up and could vaguely see the talismans inside. They were not common paper talismans, but copper talismans and jade talismans.

The power of talismans depends on all aspects. The talisman writers are the most important. Secondly, the talismans, copper talismans and jade talismans written by the same person are stronger than paper talismans. If the copper flakes and jade boards themselves are blessed with other methods, the effect will be even better.

The only problem is that the appropriate copper and jade are rare and cannot be supplemented for a long time after use.

Just to compete for a little time before the war, the talisman masters sacrificed their old capital that Long Binhui had accumulated for many years, which shows how intense the upcoming battle will be.

The light ball went away, and the sentrymen who were not sure about the differences made a surprise sound. Chen Xiuming urged his subordinates to concentrate on monitoring the surrounding situation, and then said: "If the talisman masters cannot stop the magic of the country of Sacrifice, no matter how you look around, it will be useless. The magic will land in pieces, covering several miles or even dozens of miles, and there is no place to run. Our mission is to continue to chop the demon soldiers. The only difference is to cut faster and harder."

The laughter of several recruits was a bit reluctant.

"And it." Chen Xiuming raised the wooden statue hanging on his chest. The statue was very small and could be held with one hand. Almost everyone had it. He hung it on his chest with a rope and a chain. He could see it with his head down and hold it with his hand up. In order to prevent it from shaking randomly, the soldiers used various methods to fix the statue on his breastplate.

The recruits also held the statue and rubbed it gently with their fingers.

"I believe in the ancient god, but there is really Mu Xingqiu, has the ancient god really passed on his power to him?" asked a new recruit.

Hanging the statue is not a unified command, but a popular trend that suddenly emerged. Many humans originally believed in ancient gods, but the three symbols of death, compassion, and indiscriminateness did not have much comfort to the military and civilians in desperate situations. A new saying emerged a few days ago: the ancient gods also have a side of salvation and fighting, and they gave these two abilities to a legendary hero.

Mu Xingqiu's name quickly spread throughout every corner of Fuhai City. As Mu Xingqiu's fellow townsman and good friend, Chen Xiuming has told curious people about the adventures many times. Some of them have participated in them personally, and some of them have also heard of them, but the details are more accurate.

"Of course there is Mu Xingqiu, who grew up with him and has seen all kinds of miracles he created. You have never heard of his name, and you should have heard the song "General Xing"?" Chen Xiuming was familiar with it and knew how to tell a wonderful story.

The recruits held the statue tighter.

Chen Xiuming continued to speak steadily, but he was thinking in his heart that the soldiers' worship of the ancient god and Mu Xingqiu had exceeded their trust in the talisman master. Is this a good thing?

Hundreds of talisman light balls flew to the battlefield in the distance, and everyone's eyes turned, and Chen Xiuming also shut up in time.

In the red clouds, the ball of light exploded. It emitted dazzling white light, like a string of neatly arranged pearls. The light gradually grew and finally connected into a circle, like a giant dragon running across the sky. The long-awaited thunder sound finally came. From far to near, from weak to strong, and like a tide, the simple outpost trembled slightly. The faces of the sentry above gradually changed color.

This is a magnificent force that makes people feel helpless.

Amid the roar, the warning issued by the paper bird became weak and inaudible. Chen Xiuming was the first to hear it, and immediately grabbed the powerful crossbow that had been prepared beside him and roared. However, the sound did not come out at all. The recruits only reacted after seeing his actions.

A few dozen steps away, a paper bird was screaming, flying up and down, and the other paper bird rushed over quickly, emitting a ball of light of hundreds of steps in diameter, which was not very strong. It was enough to illuminate the abnormality on the ground.

There was originally a forest nearby. In order to prevent the country from sacrificing its own country to plant demon trees, all of them were cut down. A pile of soil was quickly turning towards the floating sea city.

Chen Xiuming shot the first arrow, and several other recruits also fired crossbows. Several posts that were supporting each other finally heard the warning and attacked the soil.

The crossbows are blessed by talismans, and the power is extremely powerful. The arrows shot deep into the ground. Although only a few arrows hit the target after one round, the damage caused is considerable.

The raised soil soared into the sky like a spring, at least twenty demons jumped out of it, and rushed east quickly. Their purpose was not to destroy the outposts, but to the ordnance under construction.

The first time the recruits fought against the demon clan was also the first time that they tested the training results for more than ten days. Their hands and feet were a little unsatisfied, and even simple actions such as delivering bows and crossbows would make mistakes.

A powerful crossbow almost fell down. Chen Xiuming caught it with one hand. While firing at the demon clan that was moving away, he scolded the missing recruits fiercely, "idiot".

Ten demons were shot and fell to the ground, and more than ten others crawled into the ground again and fled in a fan shape.

Chen Xiuming jumped over the baffle of the outpost, landed on the ground and rolled over, stood up, drew his sword to chase the demon clan. He saw that this was a large-scale infiltration, and demon clans emerged from the ground and crawled in from all over the place. The warning from the talisman had sounded, overwhelming the roar from afar.

There are also guards in the rear, but mainly the people working. The more demons there are leaking in the outposts in front, the greater the pressure in the rear, the more dead people and damaged weapons.

Chen Xiuming tried his best to chase after him, completely ignoring whether his 170 or 80 kilograms of body could bear it. He caught up with a moving small mound, which looked only the size of a fist, but was hiding from a complete demon clan below, not much smaller than him.

The long sword stabbed in, a stream of blood gushed out, and there was a bone sword that hit Chen Xiuming's chest. He let go of the hilt, stepped back several steps and sat on the ground. Then he saw a large number of sentries running past, holding swords and guns in his hands to chase the demon tribe underground.

He was anxious for a moment and forgot that the army had already made arrangements for this situation. The soldiers at the lower level of the post were responsible for chasing the fish that had missed the net, and the upper level sentry should continue to be alert and not have to jump off.

Chen Xiuming got up and found that he was not seriously injured. The talisman breastplate seemed to be very useful, blocking the demon soldiers' bone sword.

He walked back to the upper floor of the outpost awkwardly, and found that several recruits took off their helmets and were looking at him with admiration.

"What are you doing?" Chen Xiuming said angrily, feeling ashamed of the low-level mistakes he made. He even claimed that he was a veteran who taught others his experience.

"Sir, you killed a demon clan with your own hands." A new recruit said excitedly. Although the crossbows destroyed more demon clans, the feeling was completely different.

Chen Xiuming suddenly remembered that killing at least one demon soldier with his own hands was his wish before the war. He also took off his helmet and grinned, and then found that he had not brought back his sword, but it didn't matter, there were weapons at the lower level.

A recruit pointed at Chen Xiuming's chest and looked surprised, "Your statue..."

Chen Xiuming looked down and found that only half of his little statue was left. It turned out that it was not only the talisman armor that blocked the demon clan's bone sword, but also the statue.

The roar suddenly stopped, the battle in the sky continued, the red scene was gone forever, and the white light had already gained a foothold.

"The ancient god saved me." Chen Xiuming was a little excited, "Mu Xingqiu... is helping me!"

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