Start as a Temple Spirit

Shang Liangshan's flying thoughts turned, asking Thunder Snake and Phantom Cloud Dragon to go and help slaughter the corpses, while he flew towards Shuangshi Ridge.

He had to soothe the vibrating meridians, otherwise it would be tragic if they were broken.

Sandaop, with a terrain very much like a terraced field, is a small mountain with three gentle slopes.

On top of the mountain, a simple circular defense line made of tree branches was also constructed.

The militiamen, armed with wooden spears, stood ready, staring closely at the corpses that broke through the defense line and rushed up in small numbers.

At the bottom of the three slopes, a battle had already broken out.

The scroll of legacy spiritual power burned, transforming into thirty golden flame armored soldiers who stood in the center of the battle line, lined up in a line, and slashed the tide of zombies that were rushing over with their swords.

Above the head of the Golden Flame Armored Warrior was a black spot flying in the air.

With a wingspan of six meters, it flapped its wings, creating gusts of black wind blades that blew towards the corpses of the incoming tide of people, causing a bloody storm, just like a slaughtering beast.

To the right of the Golden Flame Warrior is Yi Tu, who is leading a yellow bear spirit and going on a killing spree.

The bear spirit was three meters tall, covered in yellow earth spirit armor. Every punch it threw would create an air-explosion sound, which would dismember the incoming corpses. It was extremely brutal.

To the left of the Golden Flame Armored Warrior were the Relic Bear and his three-headed dog, one engaging in close combat while the other in long-range attack, fighting the ferocious and terrifying zombies that were charging towards them.

"Boom" There were bursts of loud noises in the middle of the zombie crowd. A three-meter-tall four-tailed silver fox, accompanied by four iron wolves, started a fierce battle with the third and fourth level zombies.

"Ready!" Yifeng raised his hand loudly. When the corpse approached the defense line, he pressed his hand hard and shouted, "Stab."

"Swish, swish, swish" the spear stabbed out, turning the corpses that were rushing towards him into a hornet's nest.

"Poke the head!" Yi Liu shouted in frustration.

Above his head, an illusory wolf shadow was floating, looking around, ready to provide support at any time.

"Stab the head!" The militia echoed in unison, put away their guns and stabbed the corpse in the head.

Yiliu was responsible for protecting the position, protecting Yifeng, and keeping an eye on the Silver Wolf Guards and hounds in the formation.

The reason why the Silver Wolf Guards and Hounds did not join the battle was just because of one word: bite.

Biting a corpse that is full of corpse poison is no different from committing suicide.

This is also the reason why hunting dogs were not allowed to participate in the battles, whether in the battlefield in the valley, the battlefield in Shuangshiling, or the battlefield in Sandaopao.

Yifeng looked towards the main battlefield and saw Xiaoli and Tielang slaughtering ordinary zombies. He turned to look at Yang Chao who was controlling Tielang in battle and asked, "Xiaochao, have you killed all the level 3 and 4 zombies?"

"Kill them all." Yang Chao nodded in confirmation.

The third and fourth level zombies were really not enough to be killed by Xiaoli's sharp claws one by one.

"Then I'll just be lazy for a while." Yifeng said happily.

He sighed a little, the days when he needed to work hard are gone forever, it feels so good.

"You should just take a rest." Yang Chao nodded easily, and then changed the subject: "I wonder how they are doing over at Liangshan."

"It will definitely be a one-sided massacre. I guess the battle will be over soon." Yifeng said, looking at the setting sun.

At the Shuangshiling battlefield, the battle was indeed coming to an end. The two Zi'an guards were cleaning up the battlefield and finishing off the enemies, while the militiamen were sent to collect firewood.

The old patriarch and Yihuo ran to find water to take a bath. They were splashed with smelly black blood and their lungs were almost stinking.

As for the battlefield at the valley entrance, there are now corpses burning everywhere.

There were really flames rising, black smoke billowing, and an unbearable stench.

The militiamen used leaves and vines to make simple masks and wore them.

Although the effect is not perfect, it is better than nothing and is better than smelling the stench of a corpse.

In the Forgotten Village, Yi Jin and Yi Bao stood on the rock wall and looked out. As they looked, night fell.

"I don't know how the battle is going." Yibao muttered.

"Heizi didn't come back to warn us, which proves the problem is not serious." Yijin replied.

"With the Seventh Elder here, it should be so." Yibao nodded in agreement.

The battle of Sandaopao ended before nightfall.

Yifeng said to Heizi: "Heizi, first return home to report your safety, and then go to the two battlefields to take a look."

"Ga ga" Heizi standing on the branch nodded, soared into the sky, and soon disappeared into the night.

With multi-purpose black players around, things become much easier to do.

"Little Bear, let the boys light a few fires and get torches before collecting firewood." Yifeng shouted to Yixiong behind him.

"Yes." Yixiong took the order and got busy with his men.

The same order was also given at Shuangshiling, at the valley entrance: they could not rest until all the bodies were burned.

As for eating, who can eat it?

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is half a month. The rice flowers are fragrant, and three hunting teams have returned one after another, making the Forgotten Township lively.

The reconstruction of the thatched houses in the Forgotten Village was also completed perfectly and looks brand new.

The villagers happily moved into their new houses and started to take care of their new yards.

Shang Liangshan and the old patriarch were walking in the crescent-shaped forgotten village, looking at the new and old thatched courtyards, and talking about something.

"The resettlement of refugees has also come to an end. The next focus will be building village walls and reclaiming wasteland." The old patriarch said as he stepped on the gravel road beneath his feet.

Needless to say, this gravel road was proposed by Shang Liang, so it can be considered as a waste utilization.

Shang Liangshan thought of a question and asked, "Old Patriarch, the weather is getting colder. Will it snow?"

He lived in the south in his previous life and rarely saw snow.

"It's hard to say. I've lived here for decades, and I've only seen a few snowfalls." The old patriarch said this, and added: "Our Forgotten Township is actually in the south, so it's rare to get cold enough to snow, which is why we grow late rice."

Shang Liangshan nodded when he heard this and suggested going to the village wall to take a look.

The wall of the Forgotten Village is made of logs, rubble and loess. Its height and scale are naturally inferior to those of the Forgotten Township.

The wall of the Forgotten Village is planned to be about five meters high, three meters wide, and five miles long.

Except for the walls near the village gate, the rest of the village walls have only laid a foundation and are only one or two meters high.

The old patriarch looked at the low village wall and said with some concern: "If it snows this year, it will trigger a beast tide. With the height of the village wall, I'm afraid we will have to fight a tough battle."

"Beast tide?" Shang Liangshan asked.

The old patriarch explained: "There is a lack of food, and the wild beasts are running around. This is called a small beast tide."

"The expansion of the territory of the demon beast race is the middle beast tide."

"The monsters are rioting, it's called the Great Beast Tide."

"I hope there won't be a beast tide, and if there is, it would be a small one."

Shang Liangshan heard this and said thoughtfully: "If it is a small beast tide, we should be able to deal with it with the strength of Forgotten Township."

"The wall of the Forgotten Village, if it's the same as in the countryside, when a tide of small beasts attacks, we can hunt from a high position, but we have to defend here." The old patriarch said, pointing to the low wall of the village.

"Let's mobilize the manpower and focus on repairing the village wall, and put the reclamation of wasteland aside for now." Shang Liangshan suggested.

"This is the only way. If only we hadn't built the Forgotten Village so big." The old patriarch complained and started to inspect the construction site with Shang Liangshan.