Chapter 719

The giant flying ship slowly landed in the large city in the rear. The landing site was still over five hundred miles away from the three towns under Wei Yuan's jurisdiction. This place was close to the core area of the mountain gate, where even immortal magic would be greatly weakened, making it relatively safe.

Otherwise, if this priceless flying ship appeared in the front-line garrison town, I am afraid the Left Xianwang would destroy it at all costs. The construction cost of a giant flying ship is over a hundred million immortal silver; Wei Yuan could not afford to pay for it at all.

The flying ship landed, and hundreds of cargo trucks were already waiting. The giant flying ship transported three hundred cannons at once, tens of thousands of shells, and armor and weaponry capable of equipping one hundred thousand people.

At the same time, hundreds of template Dao Foundations also descended from the flying ship.

As soon as these template Dao Foundations arrived, they led the disciples of the Heavenly Craft Hall to search for resources everywhere within the northern mountain gate. They quickly locked onto the required resources and began to build kilns for firing cement one after another.

The northern mountain gate's mineral production is not primarily iron, but there are some small iron mines, which are enough to use.

After Wei Yuan took control of the three towns, the first thing he did was to replace the Dao soldiers' equipment, then build city defenses, digging trenches to a maddening degree.

At this very moment, in the Dingyue Hall of Northern Liao, the vast hall was empty, with only the silver-haired woman sitting in the main seat. The chairs on both sides were already empty.

The burly figure appeared again at the entrance of the hall; he still stood at the entrance, refusing to come in.

The silver-haired woman slowly raised her head and said, "It is truly surprising that you can live until now."

"Not everything calculated by immortals is accurate; otherwise, this world would only need immortals, and we wouldn't need to be alive."

"Where have you been during this time?"

"I went back to the depths of the great grasslands; my wife just gave birth to a daughter for me again."

"Then why did you come back?"

The Whip of the Northern Border said self-deprecatingly, "If I don't come back, you will become my tribulation."

The silver-haired woman said indifferently, "The Lei Lang tribe has already arrived; the future wars will be different."

The Whip of the Northern Border pointed to the empty chairs in the hall and said, "These are all empty; why not add a few?"

The silver-haired woman said indifferently, "None of your business. Unless you want to sit on them."

"Then I would rather die at the hands of the human race."

The silver-haired woman stood up, walked out of the hall, and said, "It's time for the meeting; go to the golden tent."

In the golden military tent, this time the silver-haired woman could only sit on one side, while on the other side was a burly man who was a full head taller than the average Liao person, with a wolf-head totem printed on the leather robe on his chest.

Sitting in the middle was a Liao man with a sinister face; his figure was not tall, but everyone seemed to be a head shorter in front of him. He raised his eyes and looked toward the Whip of the Northern Border, and the Whip of the Northern Border stood up immediately, completely unable to help himself.

"Since you neither accept my kindness nor participate in the war, but instead fled privately to the depths of the grasslands, very well, this is completely disregarding me," the sinister man said.

"According to tribal customs, parents must be by their side when a child is born, otherwise there will be disasters from heaven."

The sinister man sneered: "What customs does your little tribe have? Come here! Send someone back to the great grasslands, and in his tribe, execute one out of every ten men by beheading. Then, send one out of every three of the remaining to the front line, and send them first in the next battle!"

The Whip of the Northern Border's eyes seemed to be spitting fire, but facing the incarnation of an immortal, he had no ability to resist at all.

The incarnation of the Left Xianwang ignored the Whip of the Northern Border and said, "This time I have brought the most outstanding craftsmen from the Western Han Sea, the Lei Lang tribe. They will provide armor and weapons no weaker than those of the human race. Now, the money I spend on every warrior is more expensive than they themselves are! If the next battle still has the same result as before, then what use are you!"

In the garrison hall of the Grand Void Palace, Wei Yuan was looking at the spider-web-like defense lines on the sand table, meticulously carving them.

Relying on the calculations of "human smoke and fire," the loopholes in this complex position covering over a hundred miles were filled one by one. Coupled with the several times more cannons in the garrison town, Wei Yuan was confident in holding it.

It was just that he looked at the hundreds of miles of blank space between the two garrison towns, but he had no good way to deal with it. The large Liao cavalry could easily move south along these blank areas, stabbing directly into the rear's vital points, advancing and retreating freely.

Originally, the best way was to use the power of the mountain gate to launch large-scale Daoist magic to destroy them, or even for an immortal to take action directly.

But the Liao tribe came carrying military energy, and the power of the northern mountain gate was already running out. The immortal power of the Tinghai Xianjun Yan Shi was the resource of the entire Grand Void Palace and must be used cautiously, and a surplus must be maintained; one cannot act on impulse.

The Liao tribe is different from the Shaman tribe; they are tall and strong, with powerful bodies, coming and going like the wind. Cannonballs that can blow up a dozen Shaman tribes, if they fall into the Liao cavalry, I am afraid they can only kill two or three people, and those on the periphery are only slightly injured.

In front of the Liao tribe, the power of firearms is also greatly reduced; the lethality beyond fifty zhang is not enough, and they can only rely on flying sword guns to shoot at each other. Fortunately, compared to traditional human bows and crossbows, the advantages of flying sword guns are still quite obvious; at least they will not run out of Dao power after shooting fifty arrows. As long as there is enough ammunition, they can keep fighting.

At present, Wei Yuan's method of dealing with the Liao tribe is very simple: if the quality is not enough, use quantity to make up for it. In the short battlefield gaps, he has been desperately transporting cannons and shells to the northern mountain gate. Now, around the garrison town, there are more than a thousand cannons of all sizes, like a hedgehog.

Qingming's current manufacturing capacity can also be called terrifying, with a daily output of various types of molten iron and molten steel exceeding ten million catties, barely keeping up with the consumption of the northern mountain gate.

Now, in order to evaluate the work efficiency of template cultivators, "human smoke and fire" has designed an indicator called "per capita daily output of molten steel." Each template Dao Foundation cultivator must refine ten thousand catties of molten steel per day to be qualified. Otherwise, the Dao Foundation will easily be incomplete and will need overtime polishing.

At the same time, in order to facilitate horizontal comparison, "human smoke and fire" has set a standard pseudo-sun Dao Foundation cultivator as one, and then other template Dao Foundations are assigned different weights according to their supernatural power intensity and Dao power.

For example, the weight of the Great Brightness Demon-Suppressing Sword is only eighty percent; most autonomous human-rank Dao Foundations are one, and powerful human-rank Dao Foundations are one point three. In contrast, the Beast-Taming Heavenly Heart is only forty percent of the pseudo-sun.

In Qingming, a weak Dao Foundation is not necessarily a bad thing; the weaker the template Dao Foundation, the lower the threshold, and the number of people who can cultivate it will rise in a straight line. This rise is not linear, but exponential. The old Daoist Chuhe can make the Beast-Taming Heavenly Heart so weak, which is something not everyone can do.

With different weights for each Dao Foundation, horizontal comparison is possible. The finished product produced by a standard unit Dao Foundation exhausting its Dao power is the evaluation standard. Those higher than the standard are rewarded, and those lower than the standard are considered lazy and slippery, requiring a fine plus overtime to consolidate the Dao Foundation.

As for punitive measures, Wolong and Fengchu also proposed the method of posting notices and publicly naming and criticizing. But Wei Yuan felt that lazy people didn't care much about face, so it was not as effective as a fine.

After this set of evaluation standards was implemented, the output of various products in Qingming increased greatly, and coupled with the flying ships supported by the Cui family, massive amounts of resources were continuously sent to the northern mountain gate.

Wei Yuan also began to produce cement locally at the northern mountain gate, so the garrison town also changed slightly every few days and changed greatly every month, gradually turning into a huge man-made hedgehog, with every thorn being a cannon barrel.

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the Liao tribe launched a comprehensive attack again. Three million Liao cavalry killed their way into the northern mountain gate from all directions, and the flames of war were fully ignited.

At this very moment, the Prince of Zhao issued a manifesto to the world, listing the seven major sins of the Prince of Jin.

The Prince of Zhao wanted Western Jin to cede two northern prefectures, to be garrisoned by his own Zhao army to resist Northern Liao. The Prince of Jin refused on the spot, and the war broke out suddenly.

The Tang Chamber sent personnel to mediate, but they didn't even enter the royal palaces of the two countries.

At this time, Wei Yuan was in the garrison town, looking up at the sky. The sky above his head had completely turned into a dim yellow; the power of the mountain gate had been exhausted, and there was no longer any blessing for the human race in this piece of heaven and earth.

Several Liao cavalry units had already penetrated deep into the northern mountain gate, circling far toward the rear of the garrison town, preparing to encircle it. Wei Yuan remained unmoved, only focusing on guarding his garrison town. Northern Liao seems powerful, but the key to the war is actually not here, but outside the sky.

As long as the Tinghai Xianjun Yan Shi can block the Left Xianwang and the Little State Preceptor, once the True Lords of Yu Jing decide the winner, this battle will also come to an end. Before the great powers outside the sky decide the winner, this is the time window for Wei Yuan to perform.

However, this time the Liao tribe's equipment seems to be much more sophisticated, and the number of magic arrows has also increased significantly. I don't know which tribe's elite has arrived again.

At this time, a message suddenly came from "human smoke and fire": Zhao Guo's two hundred thousand-strong army left the pass, stabbing directly at Hanyang Pass. Wei Yuan immediately understood that this was the Prince of Zhao intending to test his mettle.

Wei Yuan did not return to Qingming, but entered the Gloomy Cold Realm, walked into a newly built quiet courtyard, and knocked gently on the door.

The door opened, and Zhang Sheng walked out, asking, "What matter disturbs my quiet cultivation?"

Wei Yuan said, "Zhao Guo is attacking; I ask the teacher to come out of seclusion and preside over the overall situation."

Zhang Sheng nodded and said, "That is natural."

Wei Yuan bowed and was about to leave when Zhang Sheng suddenly said, "The north is dangerous, and the alien immortal lords are not good birds; you must be careful. Use the luck if you can; definitely do not save it! The great fortune of humanity—with our current development, we will have as much as we want in the future."

Wei Yuan said, "Rest assured, I will not die. I will accompany you for the ten thousand years of the immortal path to come."

"Slick-tongued, go!"

Wei Yuan nodded and withdrew from "human smoke and fire." He stood on the main building of the garrison town, lost in thought, and then waved his hand. Countless cyan starlight instantly appeared above the garrison town, scattering like stars on the Dao soldiers. In the blink of an eye, all fifteen thousand defensive Dao soldiers had the blessing of luck.

Above the sky, someone gave a heavy huff. A large hand that was about to condense in the clouds retracted at this moment.

(End of chapter)