In the long river of time, Lin Zhao's figure and soul have always seemed illusory, but at this moment he understood many things. It turns out that the white tree is the spiritual branch of the World Tree, and the white tree carries huge destiny and weight.

According to the rules, the Tianchi Army is guarding the snowy Tianchi, not only to protect the first northern portal of the human race, but also to protect this white tree!

The Soldier Sage and the Confucian Sage braved the disapproval of the world and joined forces to seize the spiritual branch from the sea of ​​the heavens, and finally left the spiritual branch in the world, leaving a glimmer of hope for the human race. How magnificent was this thing?!

At this moment, the young man even wanted to cry. Senior brother and Mr. Qin were really nice.

…

His eyes began to blur, Qin Suihan gently pushed the young man's shoulder, and Lin Zhao and Mr. Qin suddenly walked out of the long river of time together and appeared in the small courtyard of the bookstore. There was still snow in the air, the cold wind was biting, and in the courtyard

The white trees, with pale branches and leaves as before, have not lost too many leaves because of the arrival of winter.

Every leaf is a ray of destiny.

"Mr. Qin!"

Lin Zhao turned around, gave the scholar a Confucian salute, and said: "For the sake of the world, thank you, sir!"

"Um."

Qin Suihan stands tall and strong, and endures it peacefully.

He smiled slightly, looked at the young man in military armor in front of him, and said with a smile: "In the future, maybe everyone in the world will thank you Lin Zhao for what you do next, right?"

Lin Zhao couldn't help but feel a little moved, as if he couldn't hide anything from his husband.

"Lin Zhao..."

Qin Suihan pointed not far away and said: "Today I cooked a pot of venison. It was sent by Chu Shuai. Would you like to have a drink with me, sir?"

"good!"

Although Lin Zhao had already eaten, and there was a ban on alcohol in the army, he still had to drink with Mr. Qin, and no one would hold him accountable for drinking. Who would dare to hold him accountable for drinking with a Confucian saint?

…

It's snowing outside and it's warm inside.

There were still charcoal fire under the deer meat, making a sizzling sound. Lin Zhao was not polite. As a martial artist of the Eighth Realm, his appetite was not ordinary. Together with Mr. Qin, he ate large pieces of meat and drank from large bowls. On this day, the scholar also became

When he was full of energy, he ate meat and drank wine in the same way. He got along with the young man very easily.

“After four years of cold winter outside the window, it’s time for the earth to return to spring.”

Qin Suihan looked outside and asked with a smile: "Do you know why it's winter in the world?"

Lin Zhao frowned and pointed upward.

"Um."

Qin Suihan chuckled: "Those high and mighty people want to punish the world~~~"

Lin Zhao smiled: "A bunch of people who are like flies and dogs."

"well said!"

Qin Suihan smiled and said: "I'll have a drink just for these words!"

"Okay, Mr. Qin!"

Lin Zhao drank one cup after another and got a little drunk. What he didn't expect was that last year's New Year's Eve was spent with Xiao Shitou and Guo Dongyang, but this year... he was actually drinking here with Mr. Qin, and he was still just as happy.

!

…

The two of them drank until early in the morning, and had to leave at this time. The demon clan might blow the horn to go south at any time. It was already the New Year, and Lin Zhao did not dare to neglect the front line at all.

"Mr. Qin, it's time for me to return to camp!"

The young man tidied up his clothes and armor, put on a cloak, cupped his fists and said, "I'm very happy to have a drink with Mr. Qin during the Chinese New Year this year!"

"Um."

Qin Suihan wore a gray and white cloak to see Lin Zhao off. When he arrived at the door, he hesitated to speak. After a while, he said, "Lin Zhao, there is something I want to ask you."

"Um?"

The young man led the horse back and said, "If Mr. Qin has anything to say, just say it."

"Would you rather..."

Qin Suihan said: "Be my Qin Suihan's student?"

"ah?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, with a shy and embarrassed look on his face, and said: "Of course I am one of the thousands of disciples who hope to become the master. I want to study and learn with the master, but... I already have a disciple.

As for Third Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister... I'm also worried that Master will be angry, so... I'm sorry, Mr. Qin..."

"Oh, it's okay."

Qin Suihan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Go ahead, be careful on the road."

"Um!"

The young man rode away.

Qin Suihan sighed, feeling a little disappointed.

"Tsk tsk..."

An old doctor sat on the wall. He took a sip of medicinal wine and said with a smile: "The Confucian sage wanted to recruit disciples, but he was rejected. Hahahahahaha~~~Old Qin, Old Qin, how did you get there?

Where is this field?"

Qin Suihan smiled gently: "Old guy, come over for a drink? Stay up with me?"

"Coming, coming~~~"

…

After a few days, the snow finally stopped.

A horse team from the human court hurriedly came from the south, went all the way up the mountain, and arrived at the commander's tent on the human snowy Tianchi. Chen Wanli had ordered the soldiers to build a ten-meter-high platform a few days ago.

At noon, Chen Wanli sent an order to Lin Zhao to go to the snowy Tianchi.

The young man returned in a hurry, confused.

"Just follow me." Chen Wanli said.

"Yes, handsome!"

Lin Zhao followed the old commander step by step onto the high platform. On the way, he saw Chu Huaixi, Huang Tingyu, Chen Yu and others. Everyone had a smile on their face. It seemed that only Lin Zhao didn't know what was happening.

What, it wasn't until Chen Wanli led him to the stage, and an official wearing a purple court uniform of the Great Shang appeared, holding a holy edict, and the guard behind him holding a gilded sword, that Lin Zhao finally realized what was about to happen.

, is this too childish? I am only sixteen years old, still a child!

"Don't give in!"

Chen Wanli said in a stern voice: "If you are asked to be the commander, you will be the commander and lead the human race to win this war. I can say anything."

"..."

Lin Zhao was a little restless. After the first-rank official finished reading the imperial edict, he had no choice but to step forward, kneel on one knee, and wait to take over the gilded sword.

"Yuan Rong Sword!"

Chen Wanli said solemnly: "Only the marshal of the human race can wear it. Now that you have received the imperial seal, take the sword!"

Lin Zhao took a deep breath and took the sword. He felt that although the sword was not heavy, his heart was heavy.

From all directions, countless soldiers of the Great Shang Dynasty knelt on one knee. Even the old marshal Chen Wanli took a step back and knelt on one knee in front of Lin Zhao. Everyone shouted: "See the marshal!"

…

In the afternoon, when he returned to the commander's tent of the Death Camp, Lin Zhao still seemed to be in a dream. On the contrary, Gao Zhi, Luo Yang, Muzhen and others were overjoyed. His master had become the marshal of the human race, commanding more than two million soldiers. This matter

Can you be unhappy? After that, the entire human army's headquarters began to move forward and was located in the camp of the Death Battalion. Flying cavalry came and went very frequently every day.

After Lin Zhao began to perform his duties, he no longer had any time for himself.

From the north of the snow-covered Tianchi to the south of the Tianchi Ridge, he personally re-marked and prepared the specific arrangements for each major position. When dealing with these things, he seemed to be playing a game of chess, and even he felt a little confused for a while.

I can’t believe why I know all these things so well. Isn’t it true that I am a natural born general?

At this time, on the cliff in the north of the snowy Tianchi.

Shen Xingchen and Xu Yan sat on the edge of the cliff again, kicking their four jade legs, overlooking the scenery of the entire map.

"Lin Zhao has been granted the title of Marshal."

Shen Xingchen looked into the distance and said: "The system has been ringing all morning..."

Leng Yan pursed her red lips and said: "It would be better to be a marshal. At least... the commander-in-chief of the three armed forces will be closely protected and has a higher survival rate, isn't that right?"

"Who knows."

Shen Xingchen stood up, first glanced at the human defense situation in the north, and then at the defense situation in the south. She narrowed her beautiful eyes and said, "Ayan, I have some news for you that may be good news."

"What?!"
To be continued...