Chapter 98: 109, 110 The Situation is Like Fire, Song Cheng Leads the Troops (Big Chapter, Please Subscribe)

For Song Cheng, today is a good day.

Double happiness has arrived.

Tie Zhenyi has returned in great triumph from Beixue Zhou.

Su Ningyu sent word back through Ling'er, confirming that Su Houzhang is dead.

He walked out of the secret realm with An Jie, whose belly was slightly rounded, and returned to the An Family residence where she was most accustomed to living; then, he himself stayed indoors, helping An Jie walk around everywhere to relax.

A pregnant woman needs a good state of mind, but with the recent war, the invisible Ghost servants, and family affairs, it was already quite something that An Chenyu hadn't had a mental breakdown.

For Song Cheng, becoming stronger was only to live a good life.

Therefore, after the crisis was resolved, his mood improved quite a bit.

In the An Family Dining Hall, "Open your mouth," Song Cheng's voice sounded.

Then came An Chenyu's sweet response: "Oh."

She opened her small mouth, letting her man feed her the shrimp he had just peeled.

And on one side of the table, a pile of shrimp shells had already accumulated.

An Chenyu touched her belly and said with her head lowered, "You haven't even been born yet, and your father is already spoiling you this much; won't you turn into a little devil once you're born?"

Song Cheng laughed, "Can't it be that I'm spoiling An Jie?"

An Chenyu smiled sweetly, but suddenly remembering something, she asked with a face full of gloom and worry: "Has the Ghost Tide come this year?"

Song Cheng said: "It hasn't come; it doesn't necessarily come every year."

"Is that so?"

An Chenyu was somewhat suspicious; the scale of the Ghost Tide at the beginning of this year had left a deep impression on her, and she kept thinking it would come again this year.

"Yes." The young man stood up, pressed his hands on Young Miss An's shoulders, and said, "Just get some good rest; there is no Ghost Tide this year, don't overthink it."

The two were lovey-dovey for a while longer, and when Young Miss An felt a bit sleepy, she was helped back to her room by Ling'er to rest.

Song Cheng smiled as he saw the two off, repeating "It's fine, it's fine, there's no Ghost Tide this year," but after they were completely out of sight, his expression turned stern, and he ate the remaining shrimp on the table clean—sticking to the principle of saving food and not wasting—then looked around at the maids and servants and said: "Don't bring the rumors from outside into the residence."

"Yes," the maids and servants replied one after another.

Song Cheng stood up and walked out of the Neizhai.

Outside the door, Zhao Hua was pacing back and forth; seeing him walk out, he hurried over and shouted: "Big Brother."

Song Cheng nodded.

Zhao Hua quickly leaned in close and lowered his voice: "I don't know if the Ghost Tide will break out this year, but there have been huge changes outside. Our scouts have discovered many strange deep pits."

Song Cheng said: "I suspect those high-level Ghost servants who lost their sanity crawled out of these deep pits; let's call them Ghost Pits."

"Ghost Pits, that's fitting," Zhao Hua agreed.

Song Cheng added: "The existence of the Ghost Pits might have delayed the arrival of the Ghost Tide, but when the next Ghost Tide comes, it might be extremely terrifying."

Zhao Hua nodded.

In Huazi's view, whatever Big Brother said was right.

The two were heading to the Mountain River Martial Arts Hall; after Tie Zhenyi returned in triumph, he had invited not only the two of them but also Ouyang Sha and the new master of Zhushan Temple, Tong Jia.

These five people were the "Five Giants" of the current Hanping Prefecture and its eighteen subordinate counties.

If you sort out the relationships, these five were practically one family.

Tong Jia had come directly from Zhushan Temple and hadn't even traveled the same path as Song Cheng and Zhao Hua.

Her work mainly involved producing "Manifestation Water," concocting various secret medicines, and distributing medicine-men to the subordinate counties to deal with the potentially upcoming Ghost Tide.

Compared to the Lady of Zhushan, Tong Niangzi's sense of responsibility was almost off the charts; every day she thought, "If I make a little more Manifestation Water, prepare a little more secret medicine, and arrange a few more medicine-men, then perhaps many more ordinary people will survive."

Therefore, when the four of them—Song Cheng, Zhao Hua, Tie Zhenyi, and Ouyang Sha—had been sitting in the secret meeting hall of the Mountain River Martial Arts Hall drinking tea for nearly half an hour, Tong Niangzi finally rushed in, shouting: "Sorry, I'm late."

The four stood up with smiles and cupped their hands: "Temple Master Tong."

Tong Niangzi glared at Song Cheng; seeing that he was also putting on a respectful look and calling her "Temple Master Tong," she couldn't help but roll her eyes, then ran over to sit beside him.

She was also quite familiar with Zhao Hua, after all, Zhao Hua had often shamelessly pestered her for secret medicines, medicine-men, and all sorts of resources... so, at this moment, she also put on the dignity of an elder sister-in-law and said: "Why is Huazi following your brother and being mischievous too?"

Zhao Hua scratched his hair and smiled foolishly, saying nothing.

Just looking at this appearance, anyone would think he was a clear-eyed, honest person, but Tong Niangzi knew that Huazi's heart was blacker than ink.

However, Huazi's brother was actually about the same.

"They say if you aren't of the same family, you don't enter the same door; how did I end up marrying your big brother?" Tong Niangzi hadn't seen Song Cheng for a long time and continued to nag.

Song Cheng said: "Back then, I didn't understand anything; it was only because I was with my wife for a long time... as the saying goes, one who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black."

Tong Niangzi's eyes flashed, and she spat out a sharp "Pah."

Not far away, Tie Zhenyi coughed lightly.

The two immediately stopped talking, showing respect.

The "dog-food time" was terminated.

Ouyang Sha said: "Old Tie, since you've returned in triumph, shouldn't you hold a banquet and talk about it at the table?"

Tie Zhenyi said: "Laoduwu, you've been in high spirits lately because of happy events... what? Is your daughter finally getting married off?"

Having said that, without waiting for an answer, he continued: "This time when I went out, I really felt a thousand emotions. When attacking Beixue Zhou, I didn't really exert much effort."

He looked at Ouyang Sha and said: "Laoduwu, do you remember when we previously joined forces with the Prefecture Army and the Six Towns to resist the Barbarian?"

Without waiting for an answer, he continued: "Damn it! We and the Prefecture Army were fighting for our lives, but the Barbarian weren't using their full strength, and the Six Towns..."

He was silent for a long time, as if searching for the right words.

Finally, he found them and cursed: "Those sons of bitches from the Six Towns were just faking the fight!!"

"Good, it's really good.

The Six Towns knew that if they pushed the Barbarian back, they would have to continue guarding the border.

So, they faked the fight."

They were estimating the strength of other armies. After all, before everyone fights, no one knows who is a mule and who is a horse.

Now, they knew, and they had a justification.

So when heading south to seize fertile land, the six major powers of the Six Towns were each like mad dogs.

At first, they were still somewhat reserved, but once the Five-and-a-Half Hall led their main army to surround them, the Six Towns fought like madmen.

"You didn't see it.

The Six Towns, with just three thousand vanguard troops, crushed the thirty thousand main force of the Five-and-a-Half Hall."

"I didn't understand it at all; it collapsed in an instant, truly a rout at the first touch. Whoever faced them died. Even the Second Hall Master of the Five-and-a-Half Hall, 'Chain Blade King' Han Chengli, was killed by a nameless nobody in those three thousand troops. There are capable people among the Six Towns; they have been low-key for too long, and now they have finally decided to head south from the North.

For the Great Shang, for us, it is truly hard to say if this is a blessing or a curse."

Tong Niangzi asked curiously: "It shouldn't be a curse for us, right? After all, we supported them with grain.

And didn't they call Song Cheng their benefactor?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the other four blinked.

If there were a ranking for heart, Tong Niangzi would already be out.

Song Cheng explained considerately to his wife: "If the Six Towns were truly destitute and weak, then the two thousand shi of grain my family sent would indeed be a kindness.

But since they were faking it, this kindness is merely superficial."

Having said that, he added: "Senior Brother, tell us more details about the Six Towns' actions. Where exactly is their strength?"

Tie Zhenyi pondered for a moment and said decisively: "The use of troops.

On the way back, I kept thinking.

What exactly was this battle about?

Now I have a guess.

Their most terrifying aspect is likely the ability to incorporate Form Realm and even Qi Realm Martial Artists into the military momentum, and to observe the rise and fall of both sides' momentum with an unfathomable keenness.

Then, using their own strongest to strike the enemy's weakest.

The outcome was decided in an instant.

As for whether there are other reasons, I don't know yet, because that is all I saw."

Ouyang Sha frowned and said: "Impossible! Once Martial Artists reach the Jin Realm, they are all individual entities; how could they be incorporated into military momentum?

Previously, the Barbarian Army was strong because the Barbarian soldiers had magical beasts, and the magical beasts increased the overall military momentum the Barbarian Army could achieve, making it easier to win on the battlefield.

If one could incorporate Martial Artists into military momentum, then why fight at all? Let alone Qi Realm Martial Artists, even if someone stronger came, they would be slaughtered by the army, right?"

Tie Zhenyi said: "That is exactly it. I saw Han Chengli shot to death by an arrow... That arrow wasn't even shot by an expert; it was purely a stray arrow.

Having said that, he sighed again, what a pity for General Yuan. This year, when the Barbarian Army besieged the city, General Yuan was actually able to withstand the Barbarian soldiers' surprise attack on the front line. He was truly a fine general of the world, but unfortunately, he died outside the city.

Military momentum is like water, rising and falling steeply, changing in an instant. Only a fine general can grasp the opportunity within it to strike the weak with the strong."

Hearing this, Song Cheng lowered his eyes slightly and remained silent.

Immediately after, he added: "Then, did you bring back any spoils of war this time, Senior Brother?"

Tie Zhenyi smiled bitterly: "I did."

"What are they?"

"The Six Towns are very generous. After breaking through Beixue Zhou, they collected many cultivation techniques of the Jin Realm and even the Form Realm and gifted us copies.

They said they heard their benefactor was obsessed with martial arts, so they were returning the favor. By doing this, it has turned into them doing us a favor.

Next time, they could find any excuse and might even be able to attack us."

Tong Jia asked in surprise: "That's impossible, right?"

Zhao Hua said: "Sister-in-law, it is entirely possible. Finding an excuse is too easy."

Ouyang Sha said: "Let them come. Without fighting, who knows who is who?"

Tie Zhenyi smiled bitterly repeatedly; clearly, he felt they could not win.

Not to mention anything else, the Five-and-a-Half Hall in Beixue Zhou City could actually crush Hanping Prefecture without much effort; it would just take some time. Yet, such a Five-and-a-Half Hall was crushed by the Six Towns in an instant... Then, how can Hanping Prefecture fight the Six Towns?

"We may have released a group of existences as terrifying as the Ghost Tide."

Tie Zhenyi sighed.

Song Cheng suddenly said: "Senior Brother, how many troops do we have in the prefecture?"

Tie Zhenyi said: "There are less than ten thousand left, and if we talk about elites, there are only six thousand. However, if we want to recruit soldiers, people should still come. Nowadays, joining the army at least allows one to get a full meal..."

Song Cheng said: "Assign three thousand men to me."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.

Tie Zhenyi asked curiously: "Junior Brother, you... know how to use troops?"

Martial Artists and generals are entirely two different systems.

Tie Zhenyi himself does not know how to use troops, because military momentum is truly too mysterious; it cannot be seen or touched, cannot be measured, and depends entirely on experience.

Song Cheng thought for a moment and said: "I know a little bit."

Tong Niangzi nudged his arm and said: "What kind of troops do you know how to use? Where did you learn this?"

Song Cheng smiled, then said seriously: "I really know a little bit."

Seeing that he did not seem to be joking, Tie Zhenyi said: "Alright then, later I will have the Red Tiger and White Leopard battalions come to you, Junior Brother. These two battalions are the best among my Prefecture Soldiers; they are all veteran soldiers, and the strength of the soldiers is the strongest among those below the Jin Realm."

Song Cheng said: "Thank you for your trust, Senior Brother."

He actually did not want to lead troops, but the current situation looked very bad.

Since leading troops could increase his strength, he would just grab an elite force for himself.

That night, the Red Tiger Battalion and the White Leopard Battalion received the news.

The generals of the two battalions had long heard of the reputation of the "North Land Blade King".

However, that was just a Martial Artist.

No matter how powerful a Martial Artist is, they may die when facing a rapidly changing battlefield; the larger the battlefield, the less effective a Martial Artist is.

"Greetings, Blade King," the general of the Red Tiger Battalion said respectfully.

"Greetings, Martial Uncle," the White Leopard Battalion general was a disciple of the Mountain River Martial Hall, hence he addressed him as Martial Uncle.

Song Cheng had brought Zhao Hua along.

He was in front, and Zhao Hua was behind.

At this moment, he swept a glance over the soldiers of the two battalions.

The data flowed like water, trickling and moving.

The number of soldiers in the two battalions was almost equal, both around 1,500.

With weapons equipped, the data for the Red Tiger Battalion soldiers was generally 10~15.

The White Leopard Battalion was 9~16.

About the same.

The military momentum occasionally appeared as a few hundred, but the frequency was very low, appearing and vanishing in an instant.

The data from the two camps did not circulate, clearly indicating that the military momentum had not yet merged.

The two generals did not know what Song Cheng was looking at, but they dared not ask.

After a long while, Song Cheng said, "Drill at the parade ground tomorrow."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

After inspecting the troops, Song Cheng did not return to the An Mansion immediately; instead, he and Zhao Hua found a restaurant, ordered wine, and began to chat.

"Huazi, how have things been since you obtained the recipe for the Medicine Man?"

"There are some problems," Zhao Hua sighed, then said candidly, "As I researched the principles of the Medicine Man recipe, I discovered that the core ingredient is actually hair from the Fox Immortal."

"I also tested the loyalty of the Medicine Man and found that they are absolutely loyal, except in two situations."

"Big Brother, don't be angry when I say this; I was just testing it out."

"Go ahead," Song Cheng casually raised his cup and clinked it with Huazi's.

Huazi's favorability toward him was 100, so he naturally trusted him.

Zhao Hua said, "The first situation: when I give orders such as telling them to kill Lady Zhushan or Ling'er, they will refuse."

"The second situation: when I order them to attack Su Huxian, they will refuse with extreme intensity."

"This shows that the loyalty of the Medicine Man has a priority order."

"The true source of their loyalty is the person to whom the core ingredient in the Medicine Man recipe belongs."

"The reason I can control them is only because that person granted me the authority. By the way, last time you told me that someone used Spirit Element to create Medicine Men above the Qi Realm, which leads me to speculate that those Medicine Men are actually controlled by Ghosts and the contemplators of those Ghosts."

He was talking about Su Houzhang.

Su Houzhang had brought four Medicine Men above the Qi Realm, and after those Medicine Men died, traces of grave soil and white wax were revealed in their bodies, which was why Song Cheng had made that deduction.

Now that Zhao Hua had performed this experiment, it allowed him to understand the connection even further.

Those Medicine Men above the Qi Realm could not be used by just anyone, because Su Houzhang was that "contemplator of the Ghost" and carried the power of the Ghost, which was why he could control them.

He pondered.

The problem was... he also seemed to be a "contemplator of the Ghost."

In order to keep the place where he lived safe, Song Cheng was truly busy.

After reporting to the barracks and chatting with Huazi about the Medicine Men, it was already the fourth watch when he returned home.

An Jie, Ling'er, and Ying'er were already asleep.

Tong Niangzi was also at Zhushan Temple.

He scanned the doors and went to Ying'er's room.

Ying'er woke up in a daze, and seeing it was the son-in-law, she clung to him, wishing to engage in a battle with him.

For a time, the golden cudgel struck the Bottomless Pit, golden light flashed, and both sides engaged in a duel of techniques.

Heroine Ying'er, unsurprisingly, was defeated and returned; in her daze, she whispered, "Son-in-law, Young Miss doesn't go out, and has Ling'er to keep her company. I want to follow you... Son-in-law is very strong, and I want to learn from you at every moment."

Without comparison, there is no hurt; Ying'er felt quite inferior.

Nowadays, among the people around Song Cheng, there was no need to mention An Daxiaojie and Tong Niangzi, even Ling'er had become the host for Su Huxian, her appearance becoming peerlessly beautiful, and she could even use the Fox Dance like Lady Zhushan.

It could be said that Tong Niangzi plus Ling'er was the complete master of Zhushan Temple.

But what about her?

Her strength was currently stuck at the Completion of the Jin Realm, just a bit short of breaking through to the Form Realm, and her utility was barely comparable to a Form Realm Medicine Man.

Song Cheng looked at the beauty in his arms.

She truly had snow-white skin, a pretty nose, and tightly pursed lips, which, set against her frost-like face, made her look very heroic.

In the pugilistic world, she was still a heroine who upheld justice, previously holding the title of "Willow Leaf Blade."

The characteristic of a heroine was a solid foundation in martial arts; her legs were exceptionally taut and powerful, and her whole body was full of vitality.

However, the so-called martial arts foundation did not amount to much in the eyes of the current Song Cheng.

But Ying'er had a heart that "sought to learn martial arts."

Tong Niangzi also practiced martial arts, but her heart was not in "pursuing the Martial Dao"; she was too passionate about the joys and sorrows of the common people, for which she could even move to Zhushan Temple, dispensing medicine and seeing patients every day, turning the profession of "Master of Zhushan Temple" into that of a "conscientious old ox."

Her improvement initially had factors of her own effort, but now it was entirely due to the accumulation of resources and the foundation Song Cheng had laid for her.

As for An Jie and Ling'er... that was even less about the Martial Dao.

An Jie was passionate about the elevation of the An Family's status, as well as him and the child in her womb.

As for Ling'er... she was passionate about eating, drinking, and having fun, lying flat and doing nothing, using the fox's borrowed power to act like a tiger, and bullying others by relying on someone else's power.

Looking at the longing expression of the clingy little maid in his arms.

Song Cheng nodded and said, "Fine, from now on, wherever I go, you go. The barracks, the Library Pavilion, both are fine."

Upon hearing this, Ying'er became joyful, her heart pressed close to her young master, her heart fluttering like a startled deer. The next day, early morning.

Song Cheng put on the best armor from his own warehouse—the Black Iron Chain-Link Soft Armor; this mechanical armor was forged by the hands of Shuimo Dashi himself.

The black iron was dull and mute, with unknown demonic beast swallowing-mouths on both shoulders and the abdomen, to signify ferocity.

Set against the youth's delicate face, it revealed a strange charm.

After dressing, while he was eating breakfast, three more people arrived.

First was Zhao Hua.

Following that were two little disciples.

Song Cheng took them along together.

Anyway, teaching one is teaching, and teaching a group is also teaching.

Of course, Ying'er still had special treatment, which was Song Cheng's manual massage to promote the fusion and circulation of Jin energy.

After finishing his meal, he went to the drill ground to observe the soldiers' training, and then went to the Library Pavilion of the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall.

Because Tie Zhenyi had returned in great triumph from Beixue Zhou, there were many more cultivation techniques in the Library Pavilion, and many of these techniques were incomplete, isolated volumes. That is, there were Jin Realm techniques but no subsequent Form Realm ones; there were Form Realm techniques but no preceding Jin Realm ones, and as for the Qi Realm, that was even less worth mentioning.

Song Cheng patiently flipped through those Form Realm techniques.

His "Xuanwu True Form" had never been able to reach the ultimate, and what was missing were these techniques.

The youth in military attire, flipping through books, even while standing still, the Gang Qi within his body was darting about everywhere, and the flesh and blood beneath the black iron armor were like a dark golden statue of clouds and mist.

Just like when he practiced Jin Realm techniques before, Song Cheng had no need to Add Points when practicing these Form Realm techniques.

What he had to do was to connect them, to fully cover those parts within his body that had not yet been cultivated.

Looking at these techniques, it was less like cultivation and more like checking for gaps and making up for deficiencies, carrying out perfection.

Therefore, sometimes, after Song Cheng finished flipping through a Form Realm technique, that technique would directly reach Completion.

When he felt slightly tired from cultivation, he would take some military books to read.

The military books discussed many theoretical things, as well as things like battle formations.

The function of a battle formation is to create a "military momentum that is definitely rising."

For example, the Arrowhead Formation, where the army is like an arrow; the very front consists of death-defying soldiers and martial arts experts, and using this "arrowhead" to attack the enemy's war, it can certainly relatively ensure the strength of the military momentum.

For example, the Fish-Scale Formation, Changshe Zhen, Half-Moon Formation, and the like. Most of them are arranged according to the names of the formations mentioned.

And the book also mentioned some more mysterious formations, such as "Nine-Child Ghost Mother" and "Eight-Star Locking Yang."

This kind of formation has a great many operational elements, so "there are many places to ensure a strong military momentum," and therefore, generals who master this kind of formation are more likely to achieve victory.

But these mysterious formations were only mentioned, and the person who wrote the military book was not even sure if they existed.

This made Song Cheng think of that group of people from the Six Towns.

That group of people should have someone who has mastered a "mysterious formation."

He looked at the book, and while cultivating, he also scanned the people around him.

Interestingly, Ying'er and the Barbarian King's youngest daughter, Yuan Biye, were both practicing martial arts.

And Zhao Hua and Yuan Shouyu were reading military books.

The four of them would ask him for advice from time to time.

Regarding the Martial Dao, Song Cheng naturally gave pointers at will, and every sentence hit the nail on the head.

And regarding the Military Dao, he also discussed it in connection with the data fluctuations he saw.

After gaining some insights, he would go to the two battalions to conduct drills to digest what he had learned.

Time flew by, and more than half a month passed.

The bitter cold in the weather gradually dissipated, and the temperature finally began to warm up.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief, because this meant that the Ghost Tide might not come this year.

Song Cheng looked at An Jie's belly, which was growing larger day by day, and he was also happy in his heart; he had motivation for his busy days.

In these past half a month, he directly merged the Red Tiger Battalion and the White Leopard Battalion into one battalion, named the Tiger-Leopard Battalion.

Before the merger, many people did not hold a favorable attitude at all.

But after several drills by Song Cheng, the two battalions miraculously merged together.

The generals of the two battalions, who originally felt that although Song Cheng was a "powerful Martial Artist," he was not proficient in military command, were therefore secretly convinced, sighing that this North Land Blade King was a monster, because if it were them, it would be impossible to merge the two battalions so quickly.

If they didn't grind for half a year, how could they merge? But Song Cheng only spent a few days to achieve it.

This youth seemed to have a kind of magical power; he just pointed out some people during the drills, adjusted some positions, and then made some adjustments, and those who were not in sync became in sync.

And everyone also adapted to the youth sitting on the high platform of the drill ground, reading a book while watching the training.

On this day, while they were training, a messenger soldier hurriedly returned from outside.

The steed kicked up dust; the messenger soldier originally would have reported to the Mountain and River Martial Arts Hall first, but ever since the North Land Blade King took charge here, he came directly here.

"What is the matter?" Song Cheng asked, looking up.

The messenger soldier said, "General, the Imperial Capital has issued a manifesto to encircle and suppress Beixue Zhou from all sides."

Song Cheng asked curiously, "Why is this?"

The messenger soldier said, "It is rumored that the Six Towns are insatiably greedy and have the ambitions of a wolf; after occupying Beixue Zhou, their military momentum grew, and they want to continue moving south to invade more land and control more commoners."

Song Cheng understood; these past two years had not had a good harvest, and it was finally normal this year; the Six Towns were starved, so they wanted to occupy more land before autumn arrived, and once autumn arrived, they would just happen to harvest the grain.

However, what the situation outside was like had nothing to do with him for the time being.

Therefore, he replied indifferently, "Investigate further."

In the blink of an eye, another two months passed.

The temperature suddenly rose, the hot sun shone on the earth, cicadas chirped and frogs croaked, and there was finally the vitality of the human world.

Two months of time.

Song Cheng had already become a "god" in the eyes of the Tiger and Leopard Battalion soldiers.

Why?

Because Song Cheng had equipped the camp with "Jin Realm Martial Artists" and "Form Realm Medicine Men."

During training, he integrated these two types of experts, who were absolutely impossible to merge into military momentum, into it.

The soldiers could not see the "military momentum," but they could feel an inexplicable rise in morale, their hearts filled with the thought that they were invincible.

On the other side, Song Cheng's "Xuanwu True Form" had finally been cultivated to the ultimate, his entire body's gang-Qi was completely connected, and the "Form Realm" was also trained to the point where it could not be trained further.

The ultimate "True Jin" and "True Form" caused the youth's power, known as the "Xuanwu Body," to leap upward, becoming the "Xuanwu True Body."

His strength data also reached "419~838" from "374~748."

This data was still a bit behind the aristocratic families, but it was nearly at the same level.

And Song Cheng's next goal was to integrate himself into the Tiger and Leopard Battalion's military momentum as well.

The summer heat was scorching.

On this day, Song Cheng was pondering under a willow tree when a messenger arrived from afar.

"Report~~~"

"General, the Six Towns rebel army continues to move south, having occupied three of the eight prefectures of Donghai Zhou.

The manifesto from Huangcheng has been updated, stating that anyone in the world who defeats the enemy can be granted the title of prince or marquis based on military merit, have their recovered lands recognized, marry into the Imperial Court, and receive one Divine Weapon."

It is said that the Imperial Court is composed of two major forces, the "Divine Weapon Hall" and the "Star Gazing Tower," and the Divine Weapon is naturally a masterpiece of the Divine Weapon Hall; the previous "Chaos-Breaking Qi Crossbow" must have been one such Divine Weapon.

Such a Divine Weapon, even the worn-out crossbow bolts it fired, could become the weapon Song Cheng used before, so one can imagine its power.

However, what Song Cheng was curious about was, "Can't the Imperial Court act itself? Why issue such a manifesto? Or is there some inside story to this?" "Scout again."

He waved his hand.

Then he stood up and walked toward the Tiger and Leopard Battalion at the drill ground, followed by four people also wearing armor—Zhao Hua, Ying'er, and the two children of the Barbarian King.

The youth in Xuan Armor pulled his blade with a sudden motion and shouted: "Lads, start the training!"

He wanted to integrate himself into the military momentum as soon as possible.

This kind of effort lasted for a full two months.

It spanned an entire summer.

Autumn had arrived.

The hot air suddenly dissipated, and a chill floated in the air.

Even though it was only early autumn, the leaves were turning yellow rapidly.

On this day, Song Cheng finally succeeded in integrating himself into the military momentum.

Besides this, he also integrated twenty Form Realm Medicine Men, one hundred Jin Realm Martial Artists, as well as Ying'er and Zhao Hua, who had broken into the Form Realm, and his two young disciples.

At this moment, he stood at the very front of the battle formation, leaning on his blade, tilting his head slightly to glance at the data connected into a single piece.

The data rose and fell like waves, all kinds of things intertwining.

There were tens, there were dozens, there were just over a hundred, and there was Song Cheng's own "419~838." These data points constantly intersected, and in the intersection, they would present other, higher data.

Song Cheng looked steadily into the distance and suddenly roared: "Form up!!"

The killing intent dissipated in an instant, and the data fluctuated violently.

The frequency of high-value data generation accelerated, and the maximum value rose higher and higher. And at a certain moment, a certain instant, a certain point, it reached the peak: 1294~1713!! At the moment of reaching this peak, all the soldiers felt their minds shake violently, as if a magical resonance had been produced, as if they were possessed by heavenly gods, possessing inexhaustible power.

Ying'er, Zhao Hua, and the two disciples looked at Song Cheng with worship and fanaticism.

Because the final convergence point of these powers was Song Cheng.

This was the moment when minds were concentrated and unified, which required the leader of the army to have extremely high personal prestige.

But even so, this data was fleeting, then fell away, and then began to converge into other data elsewhere.

Soldiers have no constant momentum, water has no constant shape; those who can use the strong side of an army's military momentum to fight the enemy are already considered good generals of the current age.

As for someone like Song Cheng who could glimpse the "peak" and seize this instant... it was unknown what to call him.

That day, Song Cheng went to equip a large bow and then put the practice of archery on his schedule.

After doing these things,

He returned home again.

An Jie's belly was already very large; counting the time, she would be giving birth in a few days.

At this time, although it was only early autumn, the weather was abnormally cold early.

An Chenyu was sitting in a hanging basket woven from bamboo and wood, holding her belly in front of a stove with the scent of pine wood, rocking slowly with a gentle expression, the hanging basket making a slight creaking sound, accompanied by the popping sound of burning charcoal.

The surroundings were quiet, the light Domain was warm, and the atmosphere was cozy.

Song Cheng took off his cold armor, changed into casual clothes, and washed away the sweat and dust from his body before entering the room, then hugged An Jie's belly and leaned over gently, pressing his face against it.

The belly bulged suddenly and slid gently against Song Cheng's face.

Song Cheng couldn't help but laugh.

This feeling was very magical.

He stretched out his fist and aimed it gently at An Jie's belly.

When it bulged next, he touched it carefully and gently with his fist, as if bumping fists with the unborn baby through the belly.

(End of this chapter)