The sun rises as usual.

It is approaching again, but there is no joy in Dingyang City with the slightest joy of the New Year, only a deep silence.

And the crying sounds coming from time to time.

Walking on the once noisy street, Fang Han's expression was wooden. In the distance, crowds gathered, and survivors in Dingyang City came from all directions.

That was the place where the captured merciful believers were executed.

"It's gone, it's gone..."

The cold wind blew bloody smell and all kinds of noise, either gritting teeth or crying loudly, but Fang Han felt his heart was empty.

In the cold wind, soldiers from Northwest Road were busy cleaning up the mess after the war.

In the distance, there is the aroma of porridge and rice.

“Recruiting…”

At some point, his eyes moved and he walked towards the recruitment platform temporarily built near the porridge factory.

A team of elite soldiers stood on both sides, and several scholars sat upright, recording the names of all those who were about to join the army.

At the same time, some people are reciting recruitment documents loudly.

"The army has no wealth, the soldiers will not come; the army has no rewards, and the land will not go! Here, we don't say anything about the vain. Anyone who joins our Northwest Army will pay twenty-eight taels of silver a year, and the grain and rice are not counted, and the harvest is not counted..."

"Anyone who joins our Northwest Army will be trained for three years, stationed in the city for one year, and within four years, they will not go to the battlefield, and there will be martial arts masters who will teach their martial arts!"

"If you can change blood four times, you can teach middle-hand martial arts, and blood exchanges more than seven times, and there are even better martial arts to choose from!"

...

Fang Han has seen a lot of recruitment these days. In the past few years, there were also many recruitment documents in Dingyang City, but he really didn't see such a generous one.

Especially, it is unheard of not going to the battlefield for four years.

"Let's go, join the army! I understand. The world is already in chaos. Without martial arts and swords, I can't survive at all!"

"Done!"

"I went to the army and Liansheng taught me to kill me on a blind date and slaughter my city. If I don't take this revenge, I, Han Fei, swear not to be a human being!"

There are one and two, and not long, the followers are like clouds.

There are only more than 10,000 survivors in Dingyang City, but most of them are strong. After a while, someone has passed, attracting more people to come forward.

Fang Han gritted his teeth and walked towards the recruiting platform.

...

"All those who fail to die in the disaster are those with great luck. For example, Han Fei and Fang Han's aura are all purple. If they join the army, they will definitely be a powerful general."

Wang Muzhi withdrew his gaze.

The recruitment of soldiers in Dingyang City is naturally what he means.

I didn't have too much nostalgia, and waved my hand and just said it was a farewell. The next moment, I fell on the flying eagle and disappeared into the cold wind.

He looked at the recruiting platform with a little curiousness, and Qin Si naturally couldn't see anything:

"The direction Mr. Wang is going, it seems to be..."

"Shuiyun Pass."

Yang Yu withdrew his gaze:

"Old Xu went to Shuiyun Pass and Dingyang City, and there must be an explanation for the matter..."

"Old Xu is just afraid he is very angry, right?"

Thinking of Xu Wenji's old-fashioned face, Qin Si looked at Yang Yu with a little nervousness.

"There is already a waste of time. Even if he is angry, he has no choice."

Prison Yang is very calm.

He was unable to take Dingyang City, but once he took it down, there was naturally no reason to return it.

He didn't care about the gains and losses of a city and a place, but the soldiers including Qin Lihu, Wu Changbai, Jiang Wu, Fang Ada were also attacking this mansion.

As Wang Muzhi said, fighting for the world is not about treating guests to dinner, maybe there is no way to be gentle, respectful, frugal, and thrifty...

"It's not easy for the elders. He will be an important minister of the court in his life..."

Qin Si sighed slightly.

"He is..."

Yang Yu was slightly silent. After a moment, the goshawk fell, causing a large scattered storm of wind and snow to come.

"Woom!"

From afar, the barking of dogs came.

After not seeing each other for nearly a year, the white dog seemed very excited, waving its tail and whimpering. Its body size has gained a lot, but its spirit is not very good.

A white dog with a staircase was taught to be unharmed. Not only did it provide delicious food and drink, but it also served a large number of beautiful female dogs.

After being a breeding dog for nearly a year, its energy and spirit are naturally consumed a lot.

"Woooooo!"

Qin Si touched its hair lovingly. The guy rubbed it for a long time and suddenly let out a low whimper.

Then, a timid little bitch walked out from the shadow next to him.

"noob?"

Of course, Yang Yu was not surprised, but Qin Si exclaimed. The little bitch had a big belly and was obviously pregnant with a puppy.

"In ten months, this is the nest?"

After glanced at the white dog with a low eyebrows, Yang Yu kicked it:

"Take care for your own wife and children."

"Woooooo!"

After being kicked, the guy was very excited. When he turned around, his body became several times bigger. He held his wife in his mouth and got on the goshawk.

"Spit~"

The goshawk screamed in dissatisfaction, but also agreed.

Holding her mother-in-law, the old man got upset and looked at the aggrieved Baihe again. Yu Yang shook his head slightly:

"rise!"

Trepidation!

The goshawk flapped his wings and left Dingyang City under the gaze of many people.

In the sea of ​​clouds, Yang Yu looked down at the city.

He was seriously injured and his five senses were weakened a lot, but he could also faintly sense that the magical fantasy under the city was about to open.

But this is about to be, without a blood sacrifice, or ten years, or twenty years.

Of course he wouldn't wait here.

Above the goshawk, the old man opened his arms and covered his family like a bell. He digested the true energy of Sansha Sanren, and he had approached the realm of the furnace.

"Sacrifice Seal."

Qin Si was worried when she sat down against Yang Yu.

In the past two days, she tried dozens of times, but she could not shake the seal of self-sacrifice, and the weight had exceeded the limit she could handle.

At this moment, she was very worried, afraid that after the ceremony was completed, she would also...

"Brother Yang..."

He gently held the beauty's palm, but Yang Yu seemed very calm. After twenty years of wind and frost, he was no longer the beggar boy who was panicked when he encountered trouble.

"It's just a little bit of wind and frost."

The calm voice soothed Qin Si's concern, and leaning against his arm, she felt very relieved.

"Dingyang City, I love the teachings..."

After taking a look at Dingyang City, which was almost empty, Yang Yu lowered his eyes.

At this moment, his five senses could not even sense three feet away, but his mind became more and more transparent and clear.

Through the mysteries of the eight or nine mysterious skills, he even saw some things more clearly and clearly than before.

"The artifact falls into Beidou, Tianlang kills Liansheng..."

Ripples appeared in my heart.

Wang Muzhi talked a lot about the day and night, about the government, about the world, about martial arts, about the Shidu,

More is the future.
To be continued...