In the first half of the month, Dajin was immersed in the joy of singing and dancing.
But it's Mid-Autumn Festival.
It was supposed to be a great day for everyone to celebrate, but because of the death of a third-grade scholar, the entire Jin Dynasty was shrouded in the cloud of war.
Then the Fengchuan Incident happened.
The Three Thousand Miles Battlefield has become a place that attracts worldwide attention.
The Battle of Fengchuan is related to the northern border and even the entire Jin Dynasty.
Even if it is called a battle for national destiny, it is okay.
From the day the convening order is issued, no one can escape their involvement.
Kuijie's students who were still on the northern battlefield set off for the Fengchuan Three Thousand Miles Battlefield one after another.
Scholars and warriors below the sixth grade who were far away from the northern border also rushed to Fengchuan one after another.
The Jin Dynasty cannot afford to lose this war.
However, from the opening of the Three Thousand Miles Battlefield until now, the demon clan has always taken the initiative.
Every day, battle reports are handed down from the Wenchang Monument and Wude Monument.
Describe it in four words.
That means winning less and losing more.
More and more people are getting ready to leave.
At the same time, troops stationed in various places also began to move north.
After preventing the final defeat on the battlefield of Fengchuan Three Thousand Miles, the demon army marched southward.
Annan also left. Before leaving, he "ferociously" pulled Li Changan in front of him, raised his head slightly, and looked at Li Changan who was very close at hand.
"If I die, remember to burn paper for me."
"Also, if you like any of the legitimate daughters of the An family, welcome her in as soon as possible. From now on, if you have a child with the surname An, let's call her Annan."
After saying that, he regarded Li Changan as rubbish on the roadside, threw it aside, and walked away.
Li Changan really couldn't understand the behavior of this kind of rich boy.
Each and every one of them looked like they had their heads poked out by a donkey.
If you want to be your own son, wouldn't it be enough to just call him dad?
Back to the academy,
I am going to continue today’s arithmetic lesson.
But Zhang Shaobai directly raised his hand, "Li Jiaoyu, the situation on the battlefield of Fengchuan Three Thousand Miles is critical now, are we just going to waste it?"
"Yes, there is always something we can do, right?"
Zhang Shaobai's words aroused the recognition of many people.
Li Changan pressed his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, "I understand what everyone means."
"Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of a country, and everyone has something to do within their own capabilities."
"But these things are not for everyone to just go to the battlefield and die."
"Everyone present here is of the eighth or ninth grade. With such strength, there is no other purpose except to die."
"It's better to be like Chen Lun and work hard to help more people earn money. This is also a contribution to the Jin Dynasty."
"Even if you donate more money, it will be used as military expenses."
Gu Qiuyan wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Li Changan's next words.
"The two tribes of humans and monsters now regard the Fengchuan Three Thousand Miles battlefield as a key battlefield that determines the direction of the war."
"The demon clan is constantly increasing its troops, and the Jin Dynasty is also dispatching troops and generals."
"There is now a deep pit that will never be filled, and human life is as worthless as a piece of grass there."
"If you all go there, it will be of no use at all. Instead, it will cause chaos for the people fighting there."
Li Changan glanced at everyone's face, "If any of you reach the seventh level and want to join the war, I will never stop you."
"But if we are only at the eighth level and stay here honestly, no one will want to go."
Inside the school, it was eerily quiet.
As soon as Li Changan finished training the students, Qin Xiuman called him to the ninth floor.
"Both friends have gone to Fengchuan, what do you think?"
Qin Xiuman and Xu Nian were both there, and they both looked at Li Changan.
Li Changan saluted respectfully, and then replied: "It's useless for students to have ideas."
"That means you have an idea."
"I have an idea, but I can't do it." Li Changan said truthfully, "No matter whether you are an eighth-grade scholar or an eighth-grade martial artist, you are not even qualified to participate in the war."
"This is not a victory that can be achieved by relying on human lives."
Xu Nian's old-fashioned face showed no expression at all, "It's good if you can understand this."
"In this battle, the chance of surviving a seventh-grade battle will not exceed 30%, or even lower."
"Even Kuijie students can't guarantee that they will survive. He Ruzhong is proof of that."
"Those who are below the seventh rank are completely the food of the demon clan."
Li Changan nodded.
During the Longmen competition, He Ruzhong defeated Li Lingfeng from Bailu Academy and won the first place.
The scenery is unparalleled.
However, on the battlefield of Fengchuan, his arms were chopped off, and his martial arts cultivation was completely ruined.
How can such an ending not alarm people?
After being warned again, Li Changan felt helpless.
I am not a fool, so what is going to the North now if I am not seeking death?
Free gift?
It is an honor to die in Fengchuan. What will your family do?
Do you expect the Jin State to provide compensation?
It’s better not to make this joke. After so many veterans come back, they can’t even support themselves.
What’s more, the families of soldiers who died in battle?
Twenty percent of the students on the ninth floor have already left for Fengchuan Three Thousand Miles Battlefield.
Zhou Ziyu and Annan are just two of them.
Li Changan sat back in his seat, looked at the empty seat next to him, and sighed softly.
This person just left, why do you think it's not interesting anymore?
In other words, the entire academy is boring.
The poems and essays on the literary saint list are still brilliant, and the annual calligraphy and painting list is once again published.
However, almost everyone's attention was directed to the Fengchuan battlefield in the north.
This is true for the academy, and so is the people in the city.
Going up to the big restaurants, down to the wine shops and small restaurants, all are the latest battle reports about the Fengchuan Three Thousand Miles Battlefield.
Even the operas and storytelling in Goulan have become war content.
Even back home,
Liu Linglong will also take Li Changan to discuss.
Only Liu Zhiyin was very worried, "Chang'an, I heard that many students from the academy have gone north."
"Yes." Li Changan nodded, "More than 20% of Tiandiyuan has gone."
"The war in Fengchuan is tense, and the monsters are pressing forward step by step. There is no way to sit back and wait for death."
"Brother Zhou and Brother An are both gone."
Liu Zhiyin nervously grabbed Li Changan's hand, "Chang'an, then you..."
Li Changan comforted him softly, "Don't worry, I'm not strong enough to go."
"real?"
"real."
Jiang Lingyan, who had always been independent from the world, suddenly leaned into Li Changan's ear and said, "You are lying to her."
Li Changan, Liu Zhiyin, and Liu Linglong walked into the north room together, "What did I lie to her about? I really don't have enough strength to go."
"Do you want me to accompany you?" Jiang Lingyan asked, blinking her dark jade-like eyes.
Li Changan was stunned for a moment, "If you don't have any cultivation, what can you do there? It's too dangerous there, so it's safest to stay here."
"I seem to have some impression of the name Fengchuan." Jiang Lingyan seemed to have remembered something, "It's not because I've seen too much during this period."
"But this place should have something to do with me."
Li Changan looked over and said, "No matter what the problem, you can't go."
"Then when can we go?"
"We will wait until the border battlefield is pushed 30,000 miles northward and Fengchuan has completely become the hinterland of the Jin Dynasty."
"Li Chang'an, don't always treat me like an ignorant child and push me 30,000 miles north? It's impossible even if the Jin Dynasty falls."
Jiang Ling bit Li Changan's arm with a puff of smoke.
…
That night,
Li Changan fell into a dream again.
However, when he saw the two eye-catching characters "Juyong" on the broken city wall, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
The next moment, two familiar faces that seemed to penetrate deep into the soul flashed away.