Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He's team was hit hard by this, and even Jindan monks also lost two people in the battle. When the Black Water Army set out, there were 1,000 people, but now there are only more than 400 people left.

The rest of the people were almost all wounded, and in their current state, it was obvious that they could no longer harass the demon army.

Moreover, they have been fighting outside for more than half a year, and the various resources carried with the army have been exhausted.

The military rations brought out have been eaten up long ago, and now even ordinary food is difficult to guarantee. The army of thousands of people has to eat at least several thousand catties of food every day.

In the past, you could go to various cities and snatch food from the demon garrison.

In addition, during the battle, he could also kill some monsters and eat some monster meat as an assistant.

This time, not only did they not get any benefits from the monsters, but they also lost a lot of their previously accumulated wealth.

Now the morale of the remnant soldiers of more than 3,000 people is low and they lack various supplies.

After continuous battles, the magic weapons in everyone's hands were damaged, and some people had no magic weapons in their hands, so they could only cast spells on the spot during the battle.

Most of the spells are still not as practical as magic tools, otherwise what is the use of magic tools for immortal cultivators?

It's just that the magic weapon is also a tool, and when the tool is used or worn out, especially when the two sides face each other fiercely during the battle, the magic weapon will be worn out faster.

This situation can only be repaired by the refiner, or replaced with a new one.

There are no such conditions for guerrilla warfare abroad at present.

At this time, Zhang He came alone to a hill near the station, where Ying Yi had already been waiting.

Yingyi, ask someone to send this jade slip back to Heishui County and give it to Wei Peng.

Zhang He took out a restricted jade slip and handed it to Yingyi.

The Shadow Pavilion played an important role in these battles, and they were responsible for collecting and passing information back and forth.

If it weren't for the help of the Shadow Pavilion, how could they have successfully attacked the demon army again and again before, and then retreated in time before the reinforcements arrived.

It all depends on the information provided by the Shadow Pavilion. As for the latest fiasco, it was just an accident. If you travel too much at night, you will inevitably encounter ghosts.

Ying Yi took the jade slip, saluted and left.

The main content of his jade slips this time is that Wei Peng needs to raise a batch of supplies and send them over.

Now that everything is missing, he asked Wei Peng to get a thousand pieces of magical artifacts, a batch of elixirs, and a batch of No. 3 and No. 4 military rations.

The so-called No. 4 military rations are made from Ling sweet potatoes transformed by Meng Tiantian, which can be used as food for immortal cultivators, which is of great help to their cultivation.

Now, in order to make up for the shortage of healing elixir, a large area of ​​healing elixir has been planted in the Zhanghe space.

In between battles, he would refine it into healing elixir and distribute it to monks injured in the battle.

Apart from thinking that Zhang Heshen's family is rich, everyone is not surprised.

After all, Zhang He is a person who has a storage bag, so it is normal to bring more elixir with him.

On the other side, the monsters are still attacking Lule City day and night, and it has been more than half a year.

The situation in Lu Le City was not much better. Due to the long-term siege by monsters, most of the residents in the city had run out of food.

And now, even families with surplus food can't find firewood for cooking.

The city is densely populated, and the firewood that needs to be consumed every day is not a small amount. Now that the outside supply has been cut off, almost all the wooden houses in the city have been stripped to make fire for cooking.

Ordinary residents are like this, and the immortals in the city are also having a hard time. Lule City is now a lonely city with no relatives.

Under the constant attack of the monster army day and night, the monks in the city defended day and night, and felt extremely tired.

Especially all kinds of resources in the city are rapidly consumed in the battle, and they are almost unable to support them.

On this day, Young Master Fei inspected the city wall, and just when he reached the gate of the government office, a foundation-building cultivator with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks stepped forward to salute.

What do you want from me?

Young Master Fei is exhausted now, and really doesn't want to pay attention to some trivial matters.

Hearing this, the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked monk took out a black waist card from his sleeve, only glanced at it, and immediately put it back in the sleeve.

Young Master Fei narrowed his eyes, and with his cultivation, this blink was enough for him to see clearly the contents of the waist card.

Seeing this waist card, he had a cloudy expression on his face, and finally made a decision, nodding slightly.

Come in with me!

The monkey-cheeked monk was led into a secret room.

Senior, I'm here on behalf of the Holy Race Alliance, and I'm here to discuss with you and find a way out for the monks in Lu Le City.

Although the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked monk only had a foundation-building practice, when facing Zhang He, he was still neither humble nor overbearing, and seemed very confident.

Oh! I don't know what the monster needs to discuss with me.

Even though Young Master Fei said so, in fact he had already guessed a general idea.

The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked monk was not in a hurry at the moment, and instead of answering directly, he asked instead: Young Master, do you think Lu Le City can still be held?

Of course there is no problem. As long as the soldiers and civilians in the city are united and resist, the monsters will not even think about taking half a step forward.

Young Master Fei swept away his previous fatigue, speaking firmly and confidently.

Why do you deceive yourself, son?

The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked monk was not afraid at all, and directly retorted.

There are more than 200,000 monsters outside the city, and only 20,000 monks in the city. There is a tenfold difference between the two.

Although there is a large protective formation in the city, the holy army only needs to attack day and night in batches, and the monks in the city will be exhausted if they are tired.

And the resources accumulated in the city, how long can it last? How to defend without resources?

Besides, Lu Le City is just an isolated city, and there is no way to wait for reinforcements.

Therefore, Lu Le City will definitely be breached! It's just a matter of time.

The sharp-billed monkey-cheeked monk pointed directly at the vitals of Young Master Fei.

I believe that with the wisdom of Young Master Fei, it is impossible not to see these things.

In fact, everyone understands these problems in their hearts, but there is no other way, but a sense of despair has gradually risen in the hearts of the monks defending the city.

Say it straight! What's the condition?

Young Master Fei didn't make any more detours either. Since the other party came to negotiate with him on his own initiative, it must be to ask him to surrender.

Hahaha... Young Master Fei is really quick to talk.

I won't be around the corner anymore. Young Master Fei must open the city guard formation to welcome the Holy Race army into the city, and lead all the monks in the city to join the Holy Race Alliance and become part of the Holy Race Alliance.

How do I know, will you cross the river and break the bridge? If you are going to die anyway, I might as well fight to the death, fight you to the death, and get a good reputation behind you.

Young Master Fei didn't have any sense of trust in such empty promises, and he didn't dare to hand over his life to the other party based on the other party's few words.

Once he loses the protection of the large moat formation, with the advantage of the demon army, it is too easy to crush him to death.

Please rest assured, Young Master Fei, that the Generalissimo can make the heaviest oath of heaven. As long as you surrender, he will never hold you accountable again.