Just as Xiao Hei said, he only let Watson hide in the tent to rest for an hour and then picked him up.

On the beach, the two of them got into a posture again.

It's just that this time Watson became a little smarter and widened the distance by two feet. The two people in front of him were nearly seven feet apart. At this distance, Xiao Hei should no longer be easy to attack.

With the long sword in hand, the beach turned into a confrontation between white and black, like two burning flames, sweeping towards each other with a cheer.

At this time, the sword energy in Watson's hand began to bloom. Since he couldn't defeat him with speed, he had to fight with numbers.

Sword energy, sword intention, crazy sword energy.

Almost all the swordsmanship he had learned came into full bloom at this moment. He didn't even look at Xiao Hei in the wind, but relied on his feeling to slash out the long sword in his hand countless times.

At the moment, Watson is no longer the leaves flying in the wind in Icewind Valley, but lightning and thunder, mad swords turning into rain, and sword energy turning into countless silver threads, entangled towards Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei in the storm was also stimulated by Watson and became violent. His wings turned into black lightnings, one after another, and they all tilted towards Watson.

One is attacking desperately, and the other is defending furiously.

The two of them did not let go of each other with every sword move. It was like dancing with the tips of the swords. As long as there was a slight deviation between the two sides, blood would immediately be splashed for seven steps.

During the battle, Watson found the joy of fighting, because Xiao Hei today was not as rude as yesterday, and he was blown into the sea with one wing.

The sword energy struck by the two people kept intersecting in the air, erasing the sparks in the sky. If it weren't for the fact that they were still three miles away from the ship, the soldiers guarding the ship would have run over to watch the excitement.

Before the sparks struck by the two men were extinguished, new sparks rose, and the beach suddenly turned into a field of sparks.

The two of them tried their best, but the sound of their sword energy fighting could not spread far before it was covered by waves of waves.

The sky is high and the sky is high, no one in the world has witnessed how many times the sword energy between the two people have clashed, and no one can understand how terrifying the sword energy in it is.

Only Watson and Xiao Hei knew that neither side had any intention of letting the other go.

Watson wants to win against Xiao Hei, who is highly skilled in martial arts, with random swords, because he does not have absolute strength and cannot win quickly.

Xiao Hei, on the other hand, was playing with a childlike innocence. He couldn't remember how many times he wasn't as happy as he was today. Only in the Dragon Valley did he and Xiao Bai play like this.

Now that things are getting better, there is one more Watson who is not afraid of death, so the two of them can use it to practice.

He wanted to polish the slightly young Watson, and he also needed Watson to play with him. The current situation couldn't be better.

So the two people got angry and became more and more interested in fighting on the beach. The more they fought, the more they couldn't stop.

Until Xiao Hei put his wings on Watson's neck, Watson's angry eyes met Xiao Hei's disgusted expression.

In silence, the eyes of the two people collided.

Bang! Bang!

Watson, who was on fire, simply fired out a palm, and the palm that condensed the formless body exploded in front of Xiao Hei!

There was a banging sound!

Watson felt that the palm he struck was like a hammer, and the sand under his feet exploded one after another, and then like a stone, he was blasted to the sea dozens of feet away by Xiao Hei.

"Crash!" With a sound, Watson, who fell into the sea, showed his head and shouted from a distance: "Uncle, you are unreasonable."

…

In the three towns of southern Xinjiang, the war is about to ignite, and the army has already assembled in front of the inn.

The land outside the three towns has begun to be cultivated, and all that is left is to continue attacking the pass in front.

There seemed to be a strange calmness in the wasteland today. A secret whistle came from the front that there was no news from the other party at all, which made Shang Donglin, who was commanding the army, worried.

In the past few days, although there have been several continuous spring rains, making the roads in the wilderness muddy and difficult to navigate, the opponent should not abandon such a powerful pass.

What alarmed him the most was that according to the secret sentry report, there was not even a single human figure on the seventh pass. It was like a ghost town, and the southern Xinjiang army suddenly disappeared without a trace.

No one knows where the army here has gone.

You must know that last autumn, the Nanhai army had to pay a heavy price for every trench they captured. However, even so, Yun Zhongchen still did not give up the pace of attacking southern Xinjiang.

Now, the other party has withdrawn?

The last time the armies of both sides withdrew from the battlefield was because of a heavy snowfall in winter, but now it was clearly spring and the ice and snow had melted. Didn't the other side want to fight?

It was just a few spring rains. Although the roads in the wasteland showed signs of softness and collapse, it would not really affect the army's travel. In Shang Donglin's opinion, the enemy would never abandon their impregnable trenches because of this.

Shang Donglin walked around outside for a while, then walked back to the living room of the inn. He looked at the military information sent by Xichun City and was silent for a long time.

As time passed, the roar of war horses sounded outside the inn, and Yun Zhongchen hurried in.

Shang Zhonglin's eyes suddenly brightened, he looked at Yun Zhongchen and said, "What do you say, young island master? The other party did not send troops to guard the pass ahead."

Yun Zhongchen shook his head and said: "We can't let the other side influence us when we start the war. We can't give up just because the other side doesn't come, right?"

"Order the battle to quickly occupy the trenches in front. We can't wait for the enemy to come, so we attack with all our strength!"

Long Yunzhongchen sat down, took a sip of tea, and continued: "All the forces of the army are now placed in Nanyun City. The timing of our attack must not be affected by the opponent's military situation."

Shang Donglin asked: "What should we do?"

"Order the army to attack, and when the seventh trench is laid, we will start cooking on it."

Yun Zhongchen said resolutely: "I'm afraid that if it's a little later, their army will arrive, and we'll have to kill a lot of people."

Shang Donglin's face suddenly became extremely nervous, and he said quietly: "In this case, I will issue the order to attack now."

Yun Zhongchen said calmly: "When the southern Xinjiang army was strong, they did not dare to make any changes, so we cannot show our cowardly side in front of them."

Shang Donglin smiled and said: "Young island master, rest here for a while, I will arrange the attack."

After a while, a trumpet sounded outside the inn.

The army assembled according to their respective formations, and the 50,000-strong army was divided into ten teams and marched toward Nanyun City in a mighty manner.

Vanguard general Yun Lin, left general Murong Wudi and right general Wang Yijian were at the front, middle and rear of the army, and they all moved forward.

The chariots are racing, the horses are rustling, and the soldiers are carrying bows and arrows at their waists.

The army has only one goal today, and that is to capture the trenches in front, and will never give up until it achieves its goal.

Yun Zhongchen walked out of the inn, looked at Shang Donglin who was standing on the roadside and asked: "Has the road from here to the front been cleared? There won't be any hidden dangers, right?"

"Don't worry. A few days ago, we asked the soldiers to blow up a few of those big pits. The rest were all blown open and couldn't hurt us. This was a miscalculation on their part."

Shang Donglin laughed and said: "In addition, I have warned the vanguard generals and the left and right generals not to rush to continue the attack even if the seventh pass is captured. Wait until the road is cleared."

Yun Zhongchen sighed and said: "Whether you sharpen your sword or chop wood, you must arrange these things in order to reduce the casualties of our personnel."

As a military advisor, Shang Donglin naturally understood the seriousness of this matter. Before the army set off, he repeatedly informed several generals and only after careful confirmation, he allowed the army to set off with confidence.

Shang Donglin, who has seen the hope of ascension, wants no more war than anyone else, but he knows better than anyone else that he can only resolve the war in front of him first before he can retreat to the mountains and forests and wait for the moment of ascension.

After experiencing the death battle last year, he vaguely knew that the big battle before him would not be easy.

It's just that the arrow is on the string and has to be shot.

Regardless of Yun Zhongchen's decision, even if the young island owner doesn't come, I'm afraid he will have to let the army continue to advance in the end.

In his opinion, no matter what, the troops must arrive at Nanyun City before the summer rainstorm arrives.

At noon, vanguard general Yun Lin, armed with armor and spiritual sword in hand, finally set foot on the seventh trench under the protection of the Nanhai soldiers.

Without spending a single iron arrow, the army rushed to the seventh pass.

The dark clouds that had shrouded the wasteland for many days finally dissipated. However, when the soldiers of the Nanhai Army looked at the scene in front of them, they could not feel any joy of victory.

Because there is not a heavy weapon here, not even a pile of food and grass, it has long been cleaned up by the southern Xinjiang army.

Different from the strong spring feeling in the wilderness, here there are only black stones and the chaos after the army retreated.

From the vanguard general Yun Lin's point of view, the opponent had no intention of fighting them at the seventh pass.

Countless Nanzhang troops marched neatly onto the enemy's land, looking at the desolate scene in front of them, waiting for the vanguard general to issue an order to set up camp.

The left general Murong Wudi and the right general Wang Yijian also saw the vanguard general on the trench from a distance.

Left General Murong Wudi squinted his eyes, looked at the flag erected on the trench, and smiled proudly.

Wang Yijian, the right general who came from the rear, said: "The enemy actually abandoned this trench. Now the military advisor will probably envy us to death."

The right general Wang Yijian's face looked a little ugly, and he suppressed a smile and said: "Have your men and horses stop and wait for half an hour before moving on!"

Murong Wudi's deputy general responded: "Report to the general, do you want the army to stop?"

Murong Wudi looked at Wang Yijian and asked, "Do you feel something is wrong, or are you afraid?"

"Yes." Wang Yijian replied coldly: "We won't miss the military situation for half an hour at night. Anyway, there are no enemies in the trenches."

"Will it affect the speed of the army's advance?" Murong Wudi was worried.

"The impact is nothing. Next, we need to send soldiers to clean up the big hole the other side has buried. We have to wait for a few more days." It has been half a year of fighting, and Wang Yijian is already too familiar with this routine.

"Send the order, and the army will rest on the spot for half an hour."

Murong Wudi said seriously to the deputy general: "Go and deliver the order immediately. Rest on the spot and do not set foot in the trenches."

The deputy general patted his chest, shouted yes, and ran forward quickly.

Even so, the deputy general conveyed the orders of the generals on his left and right as quickly as possible, and some soldiers had already set foot on the seventh trench, standing on it and cheering from a distance.

Victory without fighting is a matter worthy of celebration for both generals and soldiers.

Wang Yijian looked at the scene on the trench and said worriedly: "My intuition tells me that the enemy will not just send them out of this pass... they are going to take action."

At this time, the last soldiers to set foot in the trenches had already begun to set up camp, light a fire, and prepare their own lunch.

Pioneer General Yun Lin looked at the left and right generals who had stopped in the distance. After a moment of silence, he loudly said: "Tell me, you two, aren't you frightened by the army of Nanyun City?"

Murong Wudi replied from a distance: "General Yun, the enemy is powerful, you might as well come down and have a drink with us first."

The soldiers up and down the trench all looked at General Yunlin, who stood under the flag of the trench like a god of war.

I saw the red tassel on the armor fluttering gently in the spring breeze.

"I have already stepped into the enemy's trenches. There is no reason to retreat any further. Come on up and have a drink!" Yun Lin waved his hand and shouted quietly.
Chapter completed!