Du Huaishan nodded and bowed to Fatty Zhang.

"Okay, the task assigned to me by Lao Chang has been completed. This boy belongs to you now!"

"Don't worry, Zhang Pai!"

The soldier on duty straightened his back and stood at attention. After Fatty Zhang left, he led Du Huaishan into the camp.

"Xintun was completely attacked by demons and ghosts. There were so many people who escaped that Fenghou City couldn't accommodate them, so we had to temporarily arrange them near the cavalry camp."

The soldier on duty pointed to several places: "This is the resting tent, and there is the latrine. Water is collected here. There will be a dedicated person to distribute three meals a day. Remember to get them on time. After that, they will be gone."

"Tonight's is gone. Hey, but I still have one left over. You can come with me to get it!"

"Oh yes……"

At the end of his muttering, the soldier on duty suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Du Huaishan's cloth armor:

"You need to take off your military equipment and return it to the public. I hope you can cooperate."

Du Huaishan nodded.

Although he didn't want to give up the equipment he had finally acquired.

When he encountered the giant-clawed monster just now, he could clearly see that the horse's legs were torn off, but the man only fainted because of his armor.

I can only think of a solution later.

Hand over your saber and spear, and take off your armor.

The swirling night wind blew, giving him goosebumps all over.

After a while, the soldier on duty brought a wooden basin with a sweet potato and a multi-grain steamed bun in it.

Du Huaishan thanked him and immediately carried the wooden basin to the campfire.

Judging from the yellow-green weeds in the forest, it must be late autumn now, and it has just snowed, and the night is very cold.

Many people gathered around here, warming their hands by the fire for a while, rubbing the backs of their hands, and covering their earlobes to keep them warm.

The firelight reflected their faces, and each of them looked filled with grief and devastation. There were even a few women hugging each other, hiding in a dark corner and sobbing secretly.

Du Huaishan climbed out from the pile of corpses and could understand their current mood.

Picked up the steamed bun and took a bite.

The cold multi-grain noodles are hard when chewed.

But he is not a pretentious person, not to mention that he is indeed a little hungry after a bumpy journey until now.

After taking a few bites, Du Huaishan saw a man across from the bonfire, holding a book and reading at night. He was wearing a green cloth gown and black-rimmed round glasses. He looked elegant and like a scholar.

There were several books and periodicals beside him, and the top one read in traditional Chinese: "General History of Vernacular Chinese".

nice one!

If you want to understand a new world, starting from history is the fastest way!

Du Huaishan stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth and swallowed it dry. He stood up and walked quickly to the man with glasses: "Hello, sir, can I use sweet potatoes in exchange for lending you a book to read?"

"You're welcome, little brother, take whatever you want, just sweet potatoes..."

When the bespectacled man saw the sweet potato, he pushed him, smiled, picked up the books and periodicals, and was about to hand them over. When he saw Du Huaishan's appearance, his face suddenly changed, and he let out a "hum". Without even finishing his words, he picked up the books and turned away.

Already.

What the hell?

Du Huaishan raised his eyebrows and carefully thought about whether there was anything wrong with the question he just asked.

As a result, a girl in a long blue dress and braided braids next to him saw him and got up and left with anger in her eyes.

Somehow.

He's like an old man suffering from the plague now.

When people around him saw him, they all gave way to him, and some even glared at him and whispered nonsense behind him.

"Don't take it to heart. Some of them have seen demons devouring their parents alive, and some have lost their husbands. You have completed Qiling, and that thing is parasitic in your body. They hate this, but I understand that you are a human being, not a demon.

,Hey!"

A young man also wearing a rough mandarin came over.

He is tall and thin, with short hair and small eyes. He is very handsome. He speaks with a smile and a smooth tongue.

What the fuck is this?

Du Huaishan was almost angry when he heard the first half of the sentence.

When he looked up, the young man was holding something in his hand. It was the "General History of Vernacular" from before.

"My name is Tan Hai. I used to work as a teapot in Qingyuan Building. I have liked to make friends since I was a child. That Qiao Siyan is a frequent visitor here. I am very familiar with him. If you want to read any books in the future, just tell me

I said!"

While talking, Du Huaishan noticed that Tan Hai's rat eyes were always staring at his sweet potatoes.

"My name is Du Huaishan."

Du Huaishan handed him the sweet potato.

He didn't know where Qingyuan Building was, but the big teapot was used to describe the servants who worked in Fengyue Place to deliver water and wait on people. It was no wonder that this guy had a fat head and a noodle-faced look, and a smart look.

"Thank you, Brother Huaishan! Then I won't be polite!"

Tan Hai took the sweet potato and took a bite without even peeling it. He closed his eyes and looked satisfied.

Finally, he turned around and said curiously:

"By the way, Brother Huaishan, what do you want this book for? Aren't it full of old stories?"

"This is history."

Tan Hai didn't seem to be interested in history, so he simply sat next to him and ate sweet potatoes intently.

Opening the cover, in addition to the title of the book, there is also the name of the author and the publisher. The name is Zhili Bookstore, which I have never heard of either.

Du Huaishan no longer paid attention to Tan Hai, but concentrated on reading.

Thanks to his professional courses, he often needs to read some ancient traditional martial arts books. Although he is not proficient in traditional Chinese characters, he is familiar with them. The vernacular Chinese characters are more in line with spoken expressions, so it is not difficult to read them.

After a long while, I closed the book.

Du Huaishan rubbed his eyelids.

It is certain that he traveled to a different world that is similar to Earth's civilization but has a completely different history and geography.

The present dynasty is called the Chiyu Dynasty. It is a dynasty that has been established for hundreds of years and is located in the east.

Unfortunately, disasters continue, including floods, droughts, and tornadoes.

In the past two hundred years, evil spirits have spread all over the world, monsters have appeared, and all kinds of unimaginable things have happened.

The monster eats people and grows in size. It possesses the power of immortality and cannot be harmed by ordinary weapons. For a time, corpses are everywhere in the fields and the ground is thousands of miles away. The people can only huddle in the high-walled city to save their lives.

Until someone discovered red marrow.

This is a solid-liquid mixture similar to petroleum. It is red and gelatinous. It is suspected to be associated with demons and ghosts. By chance, people discovered that metal with added red marrow components is not only extremely tough, but can also effectively curb the immortal power of demons and ghosts.

The 467th year of the Red Yu Calendar.

The first human being to kill demons and ghosts was born in the territory of Chi Yu Celestial Dynasty.

And it was discovered that the heart in the corpse erupted into demonic spirits, which could fuse with people and increase their divine power!

In an instant, the news spread to all parts of the world.

Governments of various countries have fallen into the madness of mining red marrow, which has triggered constant wars.

The Chiyu dynasty was restrained by disasters, local warlords were divided, and the Anguo government had long since fallen apart.

The emergence of red marrow has intensified the frequency of wars.

Fenghou City, where Duhuai Mountain is now located, is the capital of Pingyou Province, which, together with Jiwu and Ruoshui, is known as the three provinces of Yingzhou.

Through chatting with Tan Hai, I learned that the three provinces of Yingzhou are currently under the jurisdiction of the Yingzhou Patrol Envoy appointed by the Anguo government, but the actual controller is the commander-in-chief of the Yingzhou Army: Zhang Shichang.
Chapter completed!