"Captain, what are the arrangements for Master Immortal?"
Han Qiuping and Liu Hong came over to welcome Wan Gong and asked.
Wan Gong looked at them with a bad look on his face, not because of the insect swarm, but simply because of these two people.
These two people are also middle-aged. Although Han Qiuping's charm is still there, they also have a family in Wanzhu Peak, and their children can dig out bird's nests.
However, they have been blatantly getting together in the past two years, and they look like they are planning to last forever, which is heart-wrenching to watch.
Although it seems that returning to Wanzhu Peak is far away, you can't do this. Even if it is necessary, Han Qiuping, are you blind? Captain Wan, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of you, did not choose, but chose this casual look that has been growing since the mother's womb. , Liu Hong is simply ugly to the core of his soul.
It's really annoying to watch, especially Liu Hong's wife in Wanzhu Peak is younger and more beautiful than his wife in Wan Gong.
"Okay, no need to say more, Master Immortal has already arranged everything." In his excitement, Wan Gong even put aside his worries about the insect swarm and waved his hand to let them get out of the way and not block the way.
"Captain, what's wrong? His temper seems to have gotten worse recently. It wasn't like this before." Han Qiuping watched Wan Gong leave before asking Liu Hong.
Liu Hong's eyes flashed and he showed a half-smiling expression.
"It's okay. I guess the captain is also worried about the next danger. You see, many of the people coming and going in the camp are just ordinary people, not even warriors. Even they have to cooperate with the defense. You can imagine how dangerous the insect tide is."
Liu Hong was talking about the people coming and going in the camp. Some of them were carrying large nets, some were tying some unknown types of grass blades into bunches according to a certain proportion, and some were wrapping some black stones with cloth. …
The entire camp is constantly processing materials transported from the direction of Rainstorm City, and then transporting the processed materials from the camp to the direction of the rainforest.
"Well, we also need to find something to do. How about going on patrol?"
Han Qiuping nodded. She originally wanted to help out, but considering that the work in the camp was boring and would stain her clothes and hair, she decided to go on patrol and wander around, relaxed and free.
"Yuan Shan and Hao Lei are on patrol, but it's up to you. I'll accompany you."
…
For two months and more than 20 days in a row, the weather became more and more muggy. People in the camp talked less, but many people's tempers grew. If Wan Gong hadn't put down his words, if something happened, Zhang Changkong would be called upon. "Zerg Immortal Master" came out to threaten him, and there might have been several fights in the camp.
The heat heralds the coming rainy season, the dry air is irritating, and so are the bugs.
"Woo~"
"Woo~"
…
The sound of trumpets kept coming and going.
Everyone in the camp, whether they were quarreling, about to make out, waiting to watch a show, doing something, or just doing nothing, all looked a little pale and at the same time felt relieved.
"Insect Tide!"
"here we go."
In the training room, Zhang Changkong opened his eyes.
"Has it finally begun?"
…
"Master Immortal, the news from the horn sound is that bugs have broken through eight lines of defense. Most of them are flying bugs, or the type that can fly relatively high. People behind the defense line feel that defense methods are of little use against these bugs. There was no need to activate any more defensive measures and let the vanguard come over. The number of insects was unknown, roughly estimated to be no less than 20,000 to 30,000, mainly windmill dragonflies..."
An old man reported to Zhang Changkong with a thick book.
Zhang Changkong lamented that human wisdom really does not change with the world. Who would have thought that a world of cultivating immortals with backward technology would not need flying swords to pass messages, but would actually come up with communication methods such as "Morse Code Radio". It really destroys the three views. It would be more acceptable if you let a bird communicate.
The windmill dragonfly is a dragonfly-like insect with a length of two to three meters, a hard body, and sharp wings. An ordinary windmill dragonfly can defeat a junior warrior, and a powerful one can even defeat a senior warrior. It is rarely encountered in the rain forest. Look. "Everything is difficult at the beginning", this sentence is really brilliant, because most of the powerful bugs ran to the front, and many of those who were stopped behind were "bastards" among the bugs. They could only rely on numbers to crush the enemy and leave. The peloton is nothing.
"The Iron-Blooded Team will start taking action immediately. I won't say more about mobilization. If we don't kill these bugs, the front line of defense will not get support from the camp. Once the line of defense is broken, everyone knows the consequences. Well, you don't need to be responsible for others. You just need to be responsible for yourselves. Killing the bugs and surviving is your responsibility."
"Also, if he doesn't obey the order and retreats without authorization, I will let my bugs greet him, so everyone should move forward together, the way out is ahead."
"Okay, I'll go get ready first. You guys are probably ready too. You go ahead and I'll catch up soon."
There are more than 200 people in the Iron-Blooded Team, and each one of them is a high-level warrior.
These two hundred plus almost 800 high-level warriors in other defense lines, a total of more than a thousand people, these people basically account for less than half of the number of high-level warriors in the entire Sanhe Prefecture.
It is precisely with the support of the entire Sanhe Prefecture that there is a steady stream of warriors in Rainstorm City who rush to defend the Sanhe Rainforest, blocking the insects in the rainforest all year round.
In the Iron-Blooded Team, familiar people chatted and relaxed together, and each prepared for battle.
Two big men with ugly faces walked together.
"Oh, Liu Dabangzi, I didn't expect that we would encounter a wave of insects in our lifetime. If it comes sooner or later, it will come later. It is really unlucky to choose the year when my eldest grandson was born. I still want to tease my grandson more."
"Huh, Scar Zheng, you have really fallen over the years. You no longer have the heroic spirit that we, the five low-water tigers, fought in the Sanhe Rainforest when we were young. Who has seen the scar between your eyebrows before? Scar is a little scared, so he respectfully calls you Brother Dao Scar. It seems that you are no longer Zheng Dao Scar. I should call you Zheng Qiao from now on."
"Oh, Liu Da Bangzi, after so many years, you are still such a stick person. You said it was when you were young, and we are not young anymore."
"Huh, that's you..."
"You are three months older than me!"
"Fart, I'm not married yet, how can I be older than you..."
…
"Drunken Ax, I didn't expect that after so many years we would be able to fight together again."
"Crazy Knife, fighting with you is not worthy of my surprise. What surprised me the most was the scene when I came to the camp and saw bugs inside. I didn't expect that after more than ten years of fighting with bugs, there were also people fighting side by side with bugs. when."
The big man carrying the two axes shook his head.
"Haha, who says it isn't? Many people were shocked."
The middle-aged man carrying the sword laughed loudly.
"You said, Master Immortal can tame bugs, can we?"
The big man with the ax suddenly asked.
"Don't think about it, that's the method of the immortal master. We mortals have tried it countless times over the years. Every time it seems to be successful, the result is often disappointing."
The middle-aged man shook his head.
"Oh, Immortal Master."
"Yes, Immortal Master."
The two of them stopped talking and moved forward in silence.
