It is not enough to just have the skills; it also takes time to improve your realm.

And.

The current team is too weak. As its quality cannot compare with that of the border troops, it needs to gain an advantage in numbers.

Xu Xi turned around and saw a heroic girl by his side.

Lead the team back into the snow.

"call--"

"call--"

The wind blew in waves, freezing my ears.

All the exhaled air turns into white mist.

On the vast border, there are still many "sinners" who are struggling for survival and eager to live. The world is big and eating is the biggest thing. Hungry people will eventually come together and form a rebellious blade.

"Brother Xu, I'm hungry again."

"...Niu, has your appetite increased recently?"

"Hehehe, I'm stupid. I only know how to eat."

The sound of conversation was gradually covered by the wind and snow.

The farther away, the more subtle.

Until it completely disappeared in the white world.

…

…

Two months later, winter became even colder and more bitter. Strong winds swept up the snowflakes, which blew painfully on our faces.

Border soldiers who were ordered to guard the border to resist demons and guard the criminals.

They brought back some worn-out clothes.

Wrap it around your face.

Leave space only for the eyes and nose.

Sanmao was an old soldier who had been stationed at the checkpoint for some years. He picked up the strip of cloth with his skilled hands and wrapped it around Cangsang's face in circles.

"Old Sanmao, why are you so serious?"

Some young recruits made fun of Sanmao.

I think the veteran is making a big deal out of nothing.

"Hmph," Old Sanmao snorted disdainfully, "You kids, how can you know how powerful Bai Feng'er is? Just wait until the flesh on your face rots off!"

His tone was so firm that even the recruits who had laughed at him hid their faces in doubt.

Seeing this, Lao Sanmao nodded with satisfaction.

Like a victorious cricket general.

He held his head high, with his ugly face covered, put on his armor, and walked towards the tower with a spear in his hand.

"Good morning, Old Sanmao!"

"Sanmao."

"Old Sanmao."

Along the way, people kept greeting Lao Sanmao.

In fact, Sanmao is not the old soldier’s real name.

His original name was a country common name similar to Goudan and Huzi.

It was just that the old soldier had been stingy three times in his life, so people around him called him Sanmao, and he thought it was reasonable.

The first time I didn’t spend a penny.

When I was a teenager, I had no money to bury my deceased parents, let alone hold a grand funeral.

The second time he didn’t give a penny.

When he was young, he fell in love with Cuihua, the daughter of his next-door neighbor, but he had no money to propose marriage, so he finally got married amidst the scolding of his father-in-law.

The third time he didn’t give a penny.

When he was middle-aged, his wife and children went out on the street together and were trampled to death by a horse of a passing official's son. There was still no money to hold a grand funeral, so they could only be buried hastily.

Three times of being stingy, three turning points in life.

This made the old soldier smile foolishly.

On the way, he was captured as a strong man, and put on armor that he had never dared to imagine before, as well as a majestic spear, and arrived at the border checkpoint in a daze.

Lao Sanmao's talent for cultivation is not good. His beard is gray, and he has been in the army for many years, but his strength is only at the first level of physical training, which is only slightly stronger than ordinary people.

The other border soldiers often laughed at him.

But he didn't care.

Old Sanmao is very open-minded: "I was born with a bad life. It's a blessing for me to be able to practice martial arts!"

Feeling the extremely weak qi and blood in his body, Lao Sanmao felt even more proud.

Even if it is wrapped with strips of cloth.

You can also feel the smugness.

soon.

Lao Sanmao skillfully climbed up the tower and performed the duty of guarding. There were other border troops on the tower, and they gathered together to discuss something that Lao Sanmao could not understand at all.

"Hey, did you guys hear that?"

"Do you mean the rebels, or..."

"Nonsense! They must be rebels. They caused such a big commotion."

There are many border troops in Daqian, but no major incidents have ever occurred at the border, and the soldiers have long developed the habit of being lazy.

In the winter sunshine, he was talking excitedly about something.

Lao Sanmao couldn't help but join in.

He asked, "Where did the rebels come from? Which state is in turmoil?"

Lao Sanmao thought it was a rebellion in the thirteen states within Daqian.

But others shook their heads, saying that the rebellion did not originate from the Thirteen States, but from the "criminal people" on the border who boldly wanted to rebel.

"The rebels are so fierce that they have gathered tens of thousands of people in just one month."

"Hey, hey, hey, I heard that the leader of the rebels is a sorcerer who can use the magic of throwing beans to turn them into soldiers. That's why there are so many rebels."

"Hey, why did I hear that the leader of the rebels is a witch?"

"No, no, there are two leaders, one is Mr. Xu Da and the other is Mr. Wu Xiao."

"Never mind. It doesn't matter. The rebels can't get in anyway."

The Daqian border troops including Lao Sanmao.

They nodded in agreement.

What are the rebels? They are just a bunch of peasants. The people present were also peasants and knew that it was impossible to rebel against the "adults".

The troops stationed at Daqian Pass are far more powerful than ordinary people.

The military commanders in charge of the garrison are at least at the innate realm.

At some important checkpoints of large enough scale, there are even powerful god-seeing masters of the third realm of innateness. How could a rebel army composed of mere "criminals" have any chance of winning?

“What a wishful thinking…”

Lao Sanmao shook his head.

I don't understand the behavior of those criminals.

Other soldiers around were still telling stories about the rebels.

Very exaggerated.

Very outrageous.

Some people say that those refugees who lost their homes are more ferocious than the demons in the Ten Thousand Mountains. They have attacked other checkpoints many times, but they have failed in the end.

Some people say that those refugees are evil spirits who have returned from hell. Even if iron hooves trample on them, they will still fearlessly pick up dung forks to stop them.

Just like the heavenly soldiers in mythology.

He has no cowardice of a commoner.

No matter how much he was scolded, there was only pure murderous intent in his eyes. He was so bold!

Why on earth did he do this? He even risked his own life. Lao Sanmao couldn't help but ask again.

“Hum—”

“Hum—”

Boom!

It's like answering Lao Sanmao's question.

Suddenly, in the far distance that could be seen from the tower, a large crowd of people appeared from nowhere, holding various weapons, and rushed towards the pass.

"It's the black rebels!", someone saw the muddy and smelly filth.

"It's the red rebels!" Someone saw clothes stained with blood.

"They are the yellow rebels!" Someone saw the rotten shoes and cloth that had turned into yellow earth color due to not being washed for a long time.

The hungry people shouted for their lives, their eyes empty but burning with fire, and in a completely undisciplined and chaotic formation, they rushed to the checkpoint in an instant.

He wanted to break into the city.

"presumptuous!!"

The two Daqian generals guarding the pass roared.

They were martial arts masters at the Xiantian realm, but in the refugee group, there were also two bursts of Xiantian energy, confronting them from a distance.

"Sir, watch out."

"My first shot after breaking through the Xiantian realm!"