The humans and the barbarians continued to fight, but the battle soon stopped as one side did not leave the city and the other side did not attack the city.
Hundreds of millions of barbarian troops began to set up camp, and the demon kings were suspended in the sky, with more than two thousand of them. Although they did nothing, they were full of enormous oppressive power.
A thousand-foot-long tiger skin was placed in the center of the barbarian camp. There were no barbarians within a mile nearby, making it a piece of open space among the billions of monsters and barbarians.
The barbarians have set up camp and there will be no fighting today. The scholars on the city wall have left one after another, and only the soldiers on duty and some university scholars of Jing State have not left yet.
Zhang Poyue stood on the top of the city wall, frowned and said, "Is that tiger skin just a deterrent, or will Langlu really come to Ning'an City?"
"If they can break through Ning'an City, it will only be a deterrent. If they fail, then Wolf Slaughter will surely come."
"Chen family... any news?"
"All the semi-saint families in our country have been mobilized, but their focus is on the capital. Currently, Ning'an City only has one great scholar from each sect, and those who were promoted to great scholars many years ago will not come to Ning'an."
"In other words, the Saint Families have given up on Ning An?"
"That may not be the case. The two worlds emphasize equality of rank. Once Lang Lu arrives, Chen Sheng will surely arrive as well."
"Alas, I really don't want Chen Sheng to join the war."
"There is no other way. The ten nations fought fiercely in the past. If we want to invite a semi-saint from another nation, we must hand over our territory. It is not a bad thing for the human race, but it is difficult for a weak nation to decide."
"The barbarians have been fighting southward for so many years this time. It won't be a problem for Ning'an City to hold out for a few more years."
"No, it is precisely because this war has lasted too long that the barbarians no longer want to waste time, so the outcome of this barbarian invasion will definitely be decided within a year. Offering the Semi-Saint Seat is the signal for a decisive battle."
"If the Battle of Bi Can was the prelude to the Second Battle of Two Realms Mountain, then this battle is the clarion call of the Battle of Two Realms Mountain. Regardless of who wins or loses, it will inevitably trigger the Battle of Two Realms Mountain."
"Fortunately, there is Fang Xusheng, who not only contributed many powerful war poems, but also brought a large amount of supplies from the Blood Mang Realm, the Ten Cold Ancient Land, and the Jiao Sheng Palace to the Holy Academy. The supplies he provided alone can support the entire human race to fight a high-intensity war of attrition for four or five years. Fang Xusheng's contribution is truly equivalent to that of a half-saint."
"Yes, ever since Fang Xusheng came out of nowhere, the human race has progressed at an incredible speed. In the past, even if you practiced in seclusion for three or four years, you wouldn't notice any major changes in the human race. Now, even if you practice in seclusion for a month, you will find that you are falling behind. You must learn new things, especially the medical, industrial and agricultural schools, which are developing much faster than other schools."
"Saint Fangxu has opened a new door for us engineers. Even if Mozi were alive again, he would humbly admit that he is not as good as Saint Fangxu in the art of engineering. We engineers know best that Saint Fangxu broadened the path of engineering when he served as the county magistrate of Ning'an. His contribution to the human race is comparable to that of a semi-saint."
"Every time I see Fang Xusheng on the battlefield, no matter how hopeless I am, there is always a glimmer of hope that will never fade away."
"So, Fang Xusheng is the master of revival!"
The humans were discussing on the city wall, while the monsters outside continued to set up camp.
In the middle of the night, Fang Yun received a message and took his men to leave their residence and arrive outside the South City Gate.
Then I saw a long team arriving and being checked by the soldiers.
The horse-drawn carriages and ox-drawn carts that made up this team were endless. There were no clear flags, nor any shining weapons. Looking up, they were all women, a crowd of beautiful women.
Different from the women who generally wear skirts, these women all wear tight trousers suitable for walking outside, and rarely look weak.
The leader was dressed in red, holding a black-sheathed saber. She had a rosy face and beautiful eyes, but she also had a heroic spirit that ordinary women did not possess.
Princess Zhao Hongzhuang of the Jing Kingdom led women from all over the Jinguo Academy to Ning'an City.
"Hong Zhuang greets Fang Xu Sheng!"
Zhao Hongzhuang did not perform the etiquette of a woman, but instead imitated a man and bowed to Fang Yun.
The scholars nearby frowned. If the other party was not the Princess of Jing State, some of the elders would definitely scold her rudely.
Fang Yun nodded and said, "Some of you have already participated in saving the dying and the wounded, and are very popular with the military and civilians. This time, adding more people will be a blessing for Ning'an. Zhao Hongzhuang!"
"Here!" Zhao Hongzhuang immediately straightened her body, like a brave eagle or wolf.
"From today on, a new 'Wartime Rescue Center' will be established in Ning'an City, which is affiliated with the 'Military Medical Department' of the Imperial Hospital. The Wartime Rescue Center will have a 'Wound Doctor' who will be in charge of all matters of the rescue center. All women from the Jinguo Academy will join the rescue center, with the same duties and positions as auxiliary soldiers, the same rewards and punishments as combat soldiers, and everything will be carried out according to military orders! If you don't want to join the army, you can stay in Ning'an City temporarily and leave tomorrow."
Zhao Hongzhuang said sternly: "We have come all the way to Ning'an, and we are ready to die, let alone a military order!"
Fang Yun looked at the other women in the convoy, and no one objected.
Fang Yun nodded and said, "Okay. The Military Medical Department is a fifth-rank government office, and the wartime rescue center is temporarily designated as a seventh-rank government office. The wound doctors are seventh-rank, and we need a number of eighth-rank medical officers. Today, Zhao Hongzhuang is appointed as the eighth-rank medical officer of the rescue center and is given an official seal."
During wartime, everything was kept simple. Fang Yun's followers held the official seal and official book and handed them to Zhao Hongzhuang.
Zhao Hongzhuang stood there in a daze, and so did all the women behind her. Such a swift and decisive military order was nothing, but to confer an official title and seal on a woman in public was something very rare in the world.
The human race has always favored boys over girls, and there have always been female officials in the palace. Concubines, princesses, and county ladies all have ranks, but the seals of both female officials and princesses are different from normal official seals.
Among the human race, the official seal in the hands of scholars is the real official seal. Even the empress dowager's seal has no authority to issue political or military orders, and can only issue orders in the palace.
Whether it is Empress Lü who held great power during the Han Dynasty or the current Queen Mother Jing, all political and military orders were stamped with the emperor's jade seal, not the queen mother's seal.
This is the only case where men and women have the same seal.
The scholars present looked at Fang Yun in disbelief. Some of them even threatened Fang Yun with their own lives to make him take back his promise. However, Fang Yun's current status was already the number one person under the Semi-Saint.
The title of literary master is equivalent to that of virtual saint, but literary master is only a unique literary status used to measure the ability of a scholar.
Today, after becoming one of the three masters of Xue Mang, Shi Han and Changjiang, Fang Yun's real status has surpassed Yi Zhishi.
Except for the great scholars and Fang Yun’s good friends, no one dared to oppose Fang Yun to his face. Not even the Grand Secretary was qualified!
Even the special envoy of the Dongsheng Pavilion can be killed at will, so who dares to disobey the Xusheng!
Zhao Hongzhuang looked at Fang Yun and suddenly remembered what Fang Yun had said in front of the Jinguo Academy.
“Innovation is not a dinner party!”
"The people who live in Daofeng Mountain can destroy the demons and savages with one word, and kill the demon saints with one word. You must at least have strength that is not inferior to theirs to be qualified to sit on their equal footing!"
"The soldiers who sacrificed their lives before the reform was successful will never enjoy the fruits of victory. So, are you prepared to die before dawn? If not, don't be so arrogant. Go home and read your "Female Commandments" and learn your three obediences and four virtues! In this era, only blood can build the ladder to rise!"
Zhao Hongzhuang looked at Fang Yun, recalling what Fang Yun had said, and suddenly tears welled up like a spring, drowning the world before her eyes.
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