Summer has passed, and now it is deep autumn. Xia Xiao always finds it difficult to go through the four seasons, and there is always a quarter or a few months that pass in a daze.

If it were an ordinary family, this would be a happy time. The grain has been harvested in late autumn, and it is time to rest and sleep well with white flour and rice as a pillow. A year of hard work has finally come to an end. Although it is not the beginning of hard times, there is enough food in the winter, and it can be exchanged for a few taels of silver to add to the household expenses, which is already very good.

For some of the city's gang members, autumn is a happy time to make money. After all, people are tired in spring and tired in autumn. In this season, many people don't want to eat the bland soup at home. Even if they only have a few copper coins in their pockets, they will have a plate of peanuts and two bowls of cheap wine, and then slowly swallow them.

Money is not much, but what you can buy is happiness and what you can sell is hard work. But this is a military camp, the situation is even different, no one is ecstatic, no one is worried, just endless sorrow.

In late autumn, soldiers all put on thick clothes, some of which were sent by their families, and some were distributed by the army. But everyone wanted to go home, even those without a home, they were looking for a woman in their memory, thinking of going back to marry her, thinking of her day and night, just to have a hope, to find hope.

The Southern Merchants were the active attackers in this war, and they had clear ambitions. Their ambitions were simple and crude, which was to destroy Daxia, then go south to the Southern Kingdom, east to Shelie, and north to Goulong Bangshi.

The plan was clear, but not everyone wanted to fight. At least when they were resting, they were all afraid of the cold surroundings and missed the warm bed at home and their wife who was not pretty but could keep them warm. Even in this tired state, the soldiers all stayed in their tents and dozed without energy.

From the moment the sun rises in the morning, they wait for the dusk. After the dusk, when the twilight falls, they can rest on their own. Some run to the wasteland not far from the pit and sit there, rolling two sheets of tobacco aimlessly, and then run back carefully after smoking. Some chat in the tent, talking about how beautiful their wives are and how clever their daughters are.

There are always some different people who are afraid when talking about their tigress, and even shout that they ran away to join the army because they couldn't stand her temper. She has been in the army for many years, and she may have remarried long ago. In fact, there are such people, but most of them wait quietly at home, raising their children alone, and never forget to teach their little bastards that no matter how bad you are in the future, you can't be like your father and abandon your woman. Seeing her son nodding stupidly, the sturdy woman went to teach her daughter not to be too strong and not to anger her man away, otherwise you wouldn't know even if he died.

All kinds of sorrow and laughter, all the soldiers were thinking about women, and then gradually fell asleep. There was a movement outside the tent, but no one called them, they would not go out, maybe it was that creepy army training again.

The prince led an army of 500,000 soldiers, named Shenwei, fought during the day and trained hard at night. Perhaps this was the reason why they were so powerful and could fight three people alone. Many soldiers had seen them, but those monsters were not human enough because their eyes were dull and lifeless, as if they had lost their minds and became a clockwork machine. However, the prince was the clockwork, so they could only keep quiet and not say much, lest they not die at the hands of the Daxia people but be killed by their own family members.

"Go put out the fire!"

"Put on some clothes!"

…

Someone outside the tent shouted loudly. At first, the soldiers thought they had heard it wrong. Perhaps some idiot was talking in his sleep, still immersed in Xia Xiao's control. But the next moment, someone rushed in. A simple sentence. Although some people didn't hear it clearly, they still followed the other thirty people and stood up quickly in the strict military style of Nan Shang. They were out for less than half a minute. But when they saw the flames that reached the sky, they froze in place for a long time.

The weather was crisp and cool in the autumn, but dry. A fire lit up the two mountains, which stunned the soldiers in front of the tents. The two mountains became a sea of ​​fire in the rolling flames, leaving no trace. The color of the sea of ​​fire was particularly strong, and only the red flames painted the night sky, making it red. When did they ignite? No one knew, but a moment of laziness and relaxation would cause them to face huge losses.

The two mountains stood in place, like two braziers at the intersection, and the road leading to them was extremely dark. There was hunger, wild vegetables, and the rage of the soldiers. Behind the mountain was a plain with a newly built granary on it, which was far away from the camp to give the practitioners enough time to react. But why was it still like this?

The first thought that came to everyone's mind was, "Has that man come back?" Xia Xiao had fed the soldiers with dry biscuits for several days, and a bowl of wild vegetable soup and roasted hare were rare delicacies. But he had disappeared for more than three months, how could he suddenly come back?

Xia Xiao appeared and disappeared like a ghost, causing the soldiers to raise their heads and look around to see if there was a flying figure. Before them, there were cultivators who went to look for him, but they had already returned to Xiyang to sleep. However, looking at the fire here, the southern merchants could not sleep tonight, and they could not even save them. They could only stop the fire from spreading to the camp.

Soon, the flames came, rolling like waves, causing the soldiers who were stunned to move quickly, looking for water everywhere, or using clothes to put out the fire. The cultivators were the main force in this firefighting, but those below the Venerable Realm Fruit, even if they took action, would not be very effective. The vitality in this flame could not be extinguished by ordinary water, and the wind had no effect either. It could not be suppressed, and even had a tendency to fuel it.

Under the premise that the strong men of Qu Lun are resting, the people in the Nan Shang military camp can warm up tonight. Some even went to the Yama Palace in the fire in advance to catch up with the brothers who died in the battle a few days ago.

"Damn it! When did the fire start?"

General Tiemian was the most angry, so he held a big sword and cut two cracks between the camp and the two mountains to stop them from coming. But when a cultivator flew back from the two mountains with a heavy face, Tiemian stamped his feet in anger.

There were a total of 100 practitioners guarding the grain, many of whom were at the Zhimao realm. Nan Shang had asked them to guard the granary, which was a waste of effort. He did not expect to lose both the lady and the soldiers. Not only did the grain burn, but he also lost such a strong team of practitioners. It was difficult for Tiemian to explain such a loss to his superiors, and he even thought of committing suicide in desperation.

The pitch-black night covered the stars, and the hundreds of thousands of people below were extremely small, just like a grain of rice. They stood at the foot of the huge flaming giant, sighing at the mountain torch that reached the sky, but they could only watch and could do nothing.

"Xia Xiao, I'm gonna fuck your mother—"

Someone shouted at the flames, took a few deep breaths, and when he wanted to shout again, he fell straight down in the flames. The soldiers around him panicked. Did Xia Xiao, who was like a plague god, cast a curse? Many people did not dare to speak, but those who could not stop and shouted loudly fell to the ground because of the subsequent gasps.

"Hey, what's going on?"

The people who fell to the ground couldn't shout, but soon, the soldiers who were looking around made a noise louder than the sound of the flames.

"There's something in the fire!"

One person called out, a hundred people spread the word, a thousand people watched, ten thousand people took precautionary measures, and a million people were all moved. They looked around, and more and more people noticed the flames. They didn't understand why there was such a thing in the flames, nor did they know what it was. But the monster hidden in the flames was coming from the extremely long waves of flames.

The lurking monsters seemed to have no shape. When the soldiers retreated, they hid in the night as soon as they emitted flames, making them unpredictable.

“Stop!”

A dragon roar sounded everywhere, inspiring morale and causing everyone to instinctively stop and stand straight. When they stopped panicking and no longer pushed people down and trampled them to death, a figure with many practitioners passed over their heads.

Standing in front of the army, Tiemian swung the large iron sheet in the center, and with the cooperation of other practitioners, the wind suddenly rose for dozens of miles. Under the strong wind, the poison was scattered, but some of the fog drifted from one side or under the strong wind into the army, causing tens of thousands of people to be infected instantly.

Tonight, the fire was continuous and the wind was blowing continuously, but when everything died down, 30,000 people were still killed. The soldiers carried the fallen people to the doctor's white tent, but there was no room for so many people, so there was a commotion. Human lives were at stake, so we couldn't just ignore them, not to mention that they had no injuries on their bodies, but I don't know why they couldn't be woken up.

Tiemian stood in the dark corner of the crowd. For the first time, he felt that it was so difficult to lead troops to fight. Burning food and poisoning. These tricks were not unheard of. But before the team that burned food and grass could rush to the granary, they were destroyed. Even the practitioners who could fly could not escape, after all, their aura was obvious and they could sense the wind. Even if they succeeded, it would be difficult to escape. Moreover, there were too few such examples. It was not worthwhile to sacrifice practitioners and hundreds of teams just to burn those dozens of bags of rice.

But Xia Xiao always made big moves, and he went in and out three times, leaving no hair behind. It was really hard to understand, and it was a huge blow to Nan Shang. And there was the poison. Although many people were poisoned this time, there could have been more in the past. But the most experienced doctor in the Nan Shang army was helpless against the poison and didn't know how to treat it, which made Tiemian feel disappointed.

Could it be that God is determined not to let us attack Daxia?

The expression under the iron mask was extremely ugly, and the eyes were full of murderous intent. In the end, he had the idea of ​​killing Xia Xiao. He had to die, and he had to die now. If he was not there, they would be very successful. The advantage of the past few months has put them back on the right track. Although the plan to defeat Daxia in one year is difficult to achieve, it will definitely work in two years.

After explaining some things to the adjutant, Tiemian went to the quietest place in the military camp. Compared with the powerful Qulun warriors of Daxia, there were still two people on their side who were only slightly injured and could move, but Tiemian disturbed their rest and was blasted out of the tent by their vitality, rubbing over a hundred meters on the ground like a furrow.

The blood from the corner of his mouth flowed out from under the mask and flowed onto his chest, but he was still very determined and knelt in front of the tent while gritting his teeth.

"Senior, as long as Xia Xiao is not eliminated, we will not be able to move forward."

"He is from the academy."

This identity meant that he could not be eliminated, otherwise they would be enemies with the academy. As one of the five major forces today, the academy was full of hidden talents, and its people could not be touched. Moreover, what Xia Xiao was doing now only represented himself, and he could not hold the academy accountable. Tiemian also understood, but doing nothing was just a cowardly act, so he said again:

"Then we should injure it, or use a blood seal to temporarily seal its vitality. Otherwise, it will do us all harm and no benefit if we continue like this."