After all, it was obviously impossible to remove every stone step of the back mountain passage. The camouflage team could only destroy the entrance to the passage on the mountaintop and then transplant some thorns and trees to cover it up. These were things that could be prepared in advance and carried out when necessary.
After all, once the back mountain passage is destroyed, the production team will be unable to go down to fish. Mr. Zuo thought that after the demons launched their attack, the disguise team would have enough time to complete the destruction and disguise of the back mountain passage before Darkmoon Village fell.
“If things continue like this, Dark Moon Village will be short-handed. Wang Xian, could you do us a favor?” After arranging all the logistical matters, Mr. Zuo turned to look at Wang Yao.
"It's alright, Mr. Zuo, just give me any instructions if you need my help." Although Wang Yao was an immortal, he had watched from the sidelines all night and couldn't help but be moved. These were a group of divine beings who were already in dire straits, but they still chose to fight to the death even though they knew the outcome was already decided.
These divine beings were earnestly preparing for their deaths, and he didn't need to expend any spiritual power; he was just helping out from the sidelines. Naturally, Wang Yao wouldn't refuse.
"That's right, I've assigned the most manpower to the production team. There's nothing I can do about it. Before, the whole village was busy with production. Now, no matter how many manpower we assign, it's still not enough compared to before," Mr. Zuo sighed.
"The same goes for the ordnance group. How well the battle goes depends largely on them. They have a lot of work to do, and it can't be reduced any further. I'm not worried about the cooking group. It's just cooking, and a few quick-witted women can handle it."
"What worries me most is the disguise team. Especially if the demons start their attack, and the disguise team can't complete the disguises in time, and the demons discover the location of the Burial Abyss, then all our efforts will have been in vain, and so many people will have died for nothing!" Mr. Zuo looked at Wang Yao seriously.
"Does Mr. Zuo mean for me to join the disguise group?" Wang Yao asked tactfully.
“That’s right. Logically speaking, as an immortal, you don’t need to eat or drink. I…” Mr. Zuo nodded, a hint of guilt on his face.
“Mr. Zuo, you’re too kind. Now that I’ve come to your Dark Moon Village, I’m a member of your Dark Moon Village. Although I don’t have immortal arts and can’t help you kill enemies, I can still do some manual labor.” Wang Yao smiled and shook his head.
The disguise team, including Wang Yao, consisted of only 20 people, but they were all strong, middle-aged men. This showed that Mr. Zuo valued the disguise team. The weapons team, on the other hand, had more than 50 people, but most of them were elderly, weak, women, and children.
However, in the weapons group, the adult men did the hard labor, while the elderly, weak, women and children did the delicate work such as making arrows, which was quite a good match.
The disguise team's work went smoothly at first, and they spent most of the day dismantling all the thatched huts in the village that could see the Burial Abyss. However, they ran into problems when they used the dismantled materials to build a large thatched hut at the location of the last defensive position.
The reason was that none of the members of the camouflage team had any experience in building large thatched huts. Twenty strong men worked hard for a long time, and when the villagers, who had been busy all day and wanted to rest, gathered around late at night, the thatched hut was still just a pile of parts on the ground, and not even a frame had been built.
Mr. Zuo's thatched hut was also demolished. He was exhausted after a long day. Seeing this, he didn't scold the disguise team for their poor work. Instead, he went to fetch the two elderly men from the weapons team, panting heavily.
Both old men had experience building thatched huts. After they arrived, they gave the group a few pointers, and the group finally got the hang of it. They busily built the large thatched hut, but it was already dawn.
Some of the villagers whose houses were demolished spent the night with those whose houses hadn't been demolished, while others slept on the ground nearby. As soon as it got light, they got up early and started their respective work.
Although the group of camouflage members felt ashamed, they had been busy for a whole day and night and were all exhausted. Some of them even dozed off while standing there. The group leader had no choice but to let everyone rest for half a day and then go transplant the thorns in the afternoon.
Wang Yao, however, felt no fatigue whatsoever. He was also extremely ashamed. Mr. Zuo thought highly of him and asked him to join the disguise team, but he made a fool of himself on the very first day. It was a disgrace to the immortals of the celestial realm. He didn't even dare to mention that he was still an immortal within the system and a cadre of the Heavenly Court.
To the east of Darkmoon Village lies the Burial Abyss, to the south is the entrance to the secret passage, and to the west is the last line of defense arranged by Mr. Zuo. To the north of Darkmoon Village, beyond that small patch of land, is a large, lush thicket of thorns.
It is estimated that this thicket of thorns is too difficult to uproot, so the fields north of Darkmoon Village have been cultivated the least compared to other places on the mountaintop. The task of the Disguise Group is to move this thicket of thorns to the east and plant it on the land where the thatched huts have been demolished.
Wang Yao first dug a pit on the ruins of the thatched hut to the east, and then went to the thorn forest to gather thorns.
His idea was good: plant thorns one by one, like planting peach trees, and fill the barren land on the east side with them. But after he got to the edge of the thorn forest and worked for a while, he was dumbfounded.
The thicket of thorns was intertwined and difficult to separate, and its branches were covered with thorns. If you weren't careful, you would prick Wang Yao's hands and his white suit made of spiritual energy, leaving holes in them.
This gave Wang Yao a bit of a headache. Although it was unexpected that the thorns could harm the immortal body, as long as he was careful, they wouldn't pierce too deeply. His nerves, which had endured the torment of forging, didn't care about the slight pain, so the thorns hurting his hand didn't bother him much.
What worried him most was the white suit he was wearing. This white suit was made by Wang Yao using spiritual power to create clothing. Originally, after entering the God Realm, because there was no external spiritual power to replenish it, he could only rely on the spiritual power that Wang Yao poured into the God and Demon Forging Ground to maintain his health.
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