In the northern border of the Yan Kingdom, the wind is cold, and winter is approaching. In the recruit camp, 50,000 newly recruited soldiers are still training against the cold wind, day and night.
As one of many ordinary recruits, Ning Fan trained with 50,000 recruits, and was exhausted every day.
Ning Fan, who could only read since childhood, was not even as healthy as an ordinary person. At the beginning, after daily training, he was so tired that he couldn't even lift his fingers.
However, after half a month of training, Ning Fan's body gradually became stronger, and he also tanned a lot.
At night, the cold wind blew, and in the tent, Ning Fan took out the ancient book from under the pillow and read it intently.
There are only ten pages of the ancient book, but the words on it are densely engraved. Ning Fan carefully studied the words on the ancient book, and his eyes were full of thoughts.
"Ning Fan, you read this book every day, what do you see?" A young man about the same age as Ning Fan asked.
"I don't understand."
Ning Fan shook his head and said, "This book has been by my side since I can remember, but I can't understand what's written on it."
"Can I take a look?" Zhu Ye asked.
Ning Fan thought for a while, then nodded, "Okay."
Zhu Ye took the ancient book, flipped through it, and saw the dense and strange ancient characters engraved on it, frowning slightly.
"Do you understand?" Ning Fan asked.
"can't read."
Zhu Ye shook his head and returned the ancient book.
"Go to bed earlier, we have to train tomorrow." Ning Fan laughed.
Zhu Ye nodded, lay down beside him, and went to sleep first.
Ning Fan read the book for a while by the dim light, then blew out the oil lamp and lay down to rest.
A quiet and ordinary day, just like every day for half a month, there is no difference.
Ordinary people are content with being ordinary, there are not too many winds and waves, only the tranquility day after day.
On the second day of training, thousands of soldiers practiced with swords in hand on the martial arts field. Among them, Ning Fan held a spear in his hand. Every time he stabbed a spear, he would shout loudly.
The days of training were boring, but also very fulfilling. The soldiers defended their families and defended the country.
In the era of war, one is useless as a scholar. Only by picking up the sword and soldier in his hand can he protect the country and family behind him.
At the same time, in the north of the Yan Kingdom, in the middle of the Wu Dynasty, Princess Yueling mobilized the troops and resources of the entire Wu Dynasty to prepare to go south in an all-round way after the spring.
The national strength of the Wu Dynasty is not as strong as that of the State of Yan, but the soldiers of the Wu Dynasty are brave and good at fighting, and are much stronger than the State of Yan, which is Shangwen.
The war between the two countries has always been inextricable, with each other winning and losing.
However, everything changed after Princess Wu Chaoyue took power.
Even the old marshals of the Wu Dynasty admired Princess Yueling's military skills. After several wars, the Wu Dynasty all won victories and changed the situation of the war between the two dynasties.
The winter was long, and the northern border of the Yan Kingdom was covered by heavy snow, and the barracks were covered with snow. The soldiers got up early and began to clear the snow.
On a sunny morning, the soldiers were working in full swing. They did not know that the seemingly difficult winter was the last peace of the Yan Kingdom.
After cleaning up the snow, the soldiers started training again. Ning Fan and Zhu Ye came to the barracks together. They knew each other the first and had the best relationship.
Ning Fan was not in good health, but Zhu Ye's body was very strong. At the beginning, Ning Fan was too tired to get up after every training session. It was Zhu Ye who carried Ning Fan back to the camp.
Over time, the two became close friends.
Surprisingly, after getting acquainted with each other, the two found out that they were born on the same day in the same year, and their life experiences were extremely similar.
Destiny is sometimes unexpected. Ning Fan and Zhu Ye take care of each other and are content with the present. No one expects the future, but they are full of expectations for the future.
"Ning Fan, you said that when we defeated the Wu Dynasty, made military exploits, and returned home, it would be so beautiful." During the break, the two sat on the ground, Zhu Ye said while nibbling on the dry food.
"I hope there is no war."
Ning Fan whispered, "In war, people will die. Over the years, too many people have died."
When he was in Huai City, he had seen many sons sent to the military camp, but never came back.
Generals die in a hundred battles, and strong men return for ten years. War, after all, will kill people.
"If we don't fight, we won't be able to make military achievements, and we will suffer so much in vain." Zhu Ye said while eating dry food.
Ning Fan smiled and said, "If there is a war, it would be good to save our lives. We are suffering so much now, just to save our lives in case of wars in the future."
"I really have no ambition." Zhu Ye teased.
"My biggest wish in my life is to read all the famous scrolls in the world, but now, it seems impossible." Ning Fan smiled.
In the open space of the barracks, the two chatted without a word. After lunch time passed, the afternoon practice began, and the two returned to the team.
The soldiers of the State of Yan were trained very hard, but their physique was not as good as that of the Wu Dynasty, so their combat power was slightly lower, but this did not mean that the State of Yan was really afraid of the Wu Dynasty.
The soldiers of the State of Yan are brave and good at fighting, and they are never afraid of fighting. This is also the biggest backing for the people of the State of Yan to live and work in peace and contentment for a hundred years.
The trivial things in the world are so insignificant that they are hardly worth mentioning, and above the sky, the wars that determine the rise and fall of the world are constantly happening.
After the celestial beings in the world returned to the human world, they reshaped the fairyland. The greatest wealth that Ning Chen left for the world was the fairyland where the laws of heaven and earth were becoming more and more complete.
In the fairyland world, the four elephants ups and downs, the auspicious clouds linger, and the momentum is extraordinary.
The power of the newly born great world is still weak, but the laws of the immortal world have become more and more complete. The power of light is boundless, without the slightest filth of the human world.
"It turns out that the fate of reopening the Immortal Domain is for this day."
On the Immortal Realm, Mu Qianshang looked at the law of the Immortal Realm, which was becoming brighter and brighter, and said.
"To fight against darkness, there is only light." The Lady of Changling stepped forward and said, "The world of doomsday is already filthy, the light is suppressed, the darkness is getting stronger and stronger, and the strong people in the world will be so unbearable. One blow, however, now that the world of Immortal Realm is gradually complete,
With the help of the light power of Xianyu, we have the capital to fight against darkness. "
"The wisdom of knowing one's fate is truly within the reach of ordinary people." Mu Qianshang said with emotion.
The Lady of Changling sighed softly, looking into the distance with helplessness in her eyes.
Wisdom is like knowing fate, and he can only sacrifice himself in order to leave a glimmer of hope in the world. His eyes will always look farther than them.
However, in order to fight against the darkness and reverse the catastrophe, their strength alone is still not enough.
Hopefully, Lime and Yin'er will find him sooner rather than later. Ziweixing, under the heavy snow of goose feathers, two beautiful women came from afar, and finally arrived in the country of Yan.