Chapter 281: The Crossroads of Reality and Dream

Zhao Pan nodded: "That is of great help to me!"

Speaking of this, the hornbill on his shoulder suddenly flew up and landed a hundred zhang away in the rear.

The military horses were grazing in the forest, and the riverbank in late spring began to sprout tender green buds, which were very much to their taste. After chewing lichen for a winter, it was time to change their taste.

However, He Lingchuan also seemed to see other big guys mixed into the forest, also lowering their heads to graze.

Their size was much larger and stronger than military horses.

A group of black wild oxen.

Their shoulder height was at least over six feet, each one was sleek and shiny, and their bodies were full of knotted muscles.

The hornbill landed on the head of the largest and strongest wild ox.

That pair of thick, curved forward horns were dark and shiny, and if straightened, they would be at least seven feet wide. No matter who was poked by it, they would probably lose half their life.

The hornbill stopped on its horns and called twice; the wild ox raised its head to look at the crowd, moved its ears, and didn't care.

They gathered together like an airtight wall, occupying the most lush water and grass, and even the military horses had to endure and let them aside.

Several of the big guys were particularly conspicuous.

He Chunhua took a cold breath looking at them: "These are the wild ox demon herds?"

"Yes, this is our assault army; after being equipped for battle, they are invincible on the plains." Zhao Pan laughed. "This kind of wild ox is a natural alien species, but only those few big guys are demons. They lead the entire herd."

"And that hornbill is?"

"Messenger." Zhao Pan explained. "Otherwise, no one can get close when this group of big guys runs."

"Wild ox formation." He Chunhua clapped his hands. "I seem to have heard of this fighting method somewhere?"

Zhao Pan smiled: "Half of General Nanke's military book."

"Right, right, it's General Nanke."

"General Nanke? General Nanke of Panlongcheng?" He Lingchuan didn't expect to hear this name at this time and place, and blurted out: "He also wrote a military book?"

Zhao Pan said casually: "Yes, his fighting methods are very practical, but unfortunately he died young and only wrote half a military book."

He Lingchuan's heart moved: "How did he die?"

Zhao Pan was stunned by his question, thought for a while and said: "It seems to be escorting a caravan, and as a result, he fell into the opponent's ambush. This happened in the Panlong Desert; General Manager He should know better than me."

He Chunhua nodded: "Yes, that place is called Ghost Needle Shi Lin. The Baling people used the spider demons in the stone forest to severely damage the Panlongcheng army, and General Nanke died in battle on the spot. However, they also contained the enemy's main force, and the Dafeng Army took the opportunity to take Weicheng in the north."

He Lingchuan muttered: "So that's it." But there was a stormy sea in his heart.

In the Panlong Dream he experienced, although there was also this battle in the Ghost Needle Shi Lin, because he successfully blew up Zhu Erniang's nest, causing this big demon to rush back to the underground cave in a hurry, the strength of the Panlong army was basically preserved and didn't take advantage of the enemy guarding outside the stone forest.

Of course, General Nanke also returned to Panlongcheng alive, and later wanted to recruit He Lingchuan.

In the same battle, because of his participation, the direction was completely different from historical reality.

He Lingchuan had also thought that his existence would definitely have an impact on the dream.

But it wasn't until this moment that he clearly realized that it was precisely because he changed the outcome of this local battle in the Panlong Dream that he also changed the fate of many people.

He could achieve something in this world.

Then, if he became more powerful and had a higher status, could he change the final outcome of Panlongcheng? This thought appeared, and He Lingchuan's heartbeat accelerated a few beats.

"Chuan'er, what's wrong?" He Chunhua saw his eyes staring straight.

"Nothing, nothing!" He Lingchuan said casually, "These oxen are raised really well."

I don't know how the meat quality is.

"The bravery of these guys is exchanged for their appetite; the forage you transported must be prioritized for them. Fortunately, the hardest winter has passed, and now there is green grass to eat on the riverbank, and they are also not picky about meat or vegetables; if there is no forage, eating meat is also fine. Otherwise, we really can't afford it."

Zhao Pan took them through the front line, and the He father and son also had a count in their hearts.

Returning to the camp, the moon began to set in the west, and the Rock Wolf said to He Lingchuan: "The monkey is looking for you."

He Lingchuan returned to his tent, and the Medicine Ape Ling Guang immediately gathered around: "That medicine is too interesting!"

"What thing?" He Lingchuan's mind was full of the battle of Ghost Needle Shi Lin.

"The medicine you gave me a few days ago." Ling Guang took out a glass bottle with half a bottle of red liquid inside. "You got it from Dong Rui."

How could he forget this? "Figured out anything?"

"There are at least ten kinds of medicine in here, but I've been doing experiments for several days, and the main medicine can't be parsed. It doesn't belong to any medicine I know." Ling Guang said, "Just one drop is enough to kill all the flowers and plants within one mu."

He Lingchuan focused: "No way, is this a deadly poison?"

He saw clearly that when Dong Rui took out this glass bottle, he intended to save the Ghost Ape.

Could it be that seeing its injuries were too severe, he prepared to give it euthanasia?

No, impossible.

"Later, I divided one drop into ten parts and tried one part each for pigs and horses. Still, without exception, they twitched twice after eating and fell to the ground and died, very simply."

He Lingchuan yawned, unable to hide his disappointment: "That's a proper deadly poison. Blood-contact type or edible type? Can it be applied to weapons?"

"Hey, listen to me finish." As a future super-first-class pill master, Ling Guang absolutely wouldn't give up as easily as him. "I tried to dilute it little by little, and finally found that when diluted a hundred times—"

It signaled He Lingchuan to pick up a large bucket of water in the corner, follow it out of the tent, out of the camp, and stop at the edge of the bushes.

The monkey squatted down and poked a hole in the soil, put a round seed in, and covered it with soil.

The seed was brown and a bit bigger than a soybean.

"What kind of plant is this?"

"Wutong seed, which is the seed of Wutong." Ling Guang pointed to the small soil mound. "Water it."

This short, fat monkey was also ordering him to do work? Who was the Proprietor?

He Lingchuan rolled his eyes and poured the water in the bucket evenly on the newly planted Wutong seed.

Just a few breaths later, the soil moved.

Ling Guang hurriedly grabbed him and retreated, retreating three zhang away in one go.

Something green broke through the ground and grew rapidly.

He Lingchuan had just seen clearly that this was a tender sprout, and it had already shot up two feet, five feet, one zhang...

Branches and leaves also rushed to emerge.

He Lingchuan looked at its perspective, from overlooking to looking straight, and then to looking up—

In just half an incense stick of time, it had grown into a big tree over five zhang (16 meters) tall! He Lingchuan watched intently, while asking the monkey: "You call this Wutong?"

He recognized Wutong; the shape of the trunk and branches of the tree in front of him indeed looked no different from Wutong, but there was one point that was not like it: there were too many.

There was also a big Wutong planted in his hometown in Black Water City; the trunk was straight, the bark was green, and the top was the canopy.

But the tree in front of the two of them had branches growing on the trunk, and the ends of the branches became fat and looked like trunks, and then branches grew again...

It just so happened that its leaves also grew in the same order.

Going on like this, the whole tree was forcibly turned into an irregular bush, and the volume was constantly expanding horizontally, and what was more terrible was that the color of its branches changed from green at the beginning to light blue, and the outermost layer even turned brown-red.

The leaves were half green, half golden, and half pure black.

Pure black leaves, He Lingchuan had seen for the first time in his life, except for those struck by lightning and burned by fire.

Such a tree had no aesthetic value at all.

He Lingchuan looked up at it, feeling that it was like seventeen or eighteen Wutong trees grafted together and rubbed into a ball, weird and twisted.

No wonder Ling Guang had to cultivate it outside the camp, otherwise He Lingchuan's tent would be destroyed in two breaths.

Of course, the movement here also attracted the soldiers in the camp, and everyone gathered to look and point.

He Lingchuan had to order them to retreat, because this weird tree ball, although it slowed down, was actually still growing, from five zhang to seven zhang, and then to ten zhang...

While growing taller, it also grew fatter, crossing the edge of the jungle and crushing five or six tents.

The entire canopy was wriggling, as if some monster was hidden inside.

In fact, this was just because the branches and leaves grew too fast.

The soldiers in the tents all crawled out to watch the spectacle.

He Chunhua and the generals at all levels, including Wu Shaoyi and others, were also alarmed and rushed over one after another.

Even the Xunzhou military camp on the opposite bank of the Hanhe River noticed the anomaly here, and the torches in the camp suddenly increased; the people probably thought that the Yuan army was going to do something weird.

He Chunhua separated the crowd and walked in, seeing his eldest son at a glance, and secretly said 'sure enough'.

Except for his son, who else could make such a big battle on the first night of arriving at the front line? "Chuan'er, what's going on here?"

"Ling Guang and I were testing new medicine." He Lingchuan scratched his head. "It's the medicine water I got from Dong Rui."

Dong Rui's medicine water? He Chunhua understood; what good thing could that demon puppeteer make? "How will this end?"

He Lingchuan looked at Ling Guang, who spread its two claws: "Squeak?"

Playing dumb at this time? He Lingchuan said angrily: "Can only wait, I see the medicine effect is about to end."

At this time, Zhao Pan also heard the news and rushed over, looking up at the giant Wutong tree. "What thing! Could it be something made by the Xun people?"

As a commander, he first linked the strange things in the camp with the enemies on the opposite bank and quickly ordered vigilance.

He Chunhua had just explained two sentences to him when Zhao Pan saw a black figure move to the tree and was stretching its head to chew the leaves.

This was a wild ox.

It was also attracted by the giant Wutong and couldn't control its mouth when it saw green leaves.

"Bad, don't eat!" Zhao Pan ignored his status and rushed forward to push its head away.

But it was too late; the wild ox had already chewed several leaves, chewing non-stop in its mouth.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 282 =====