Restart the Disaster of Another World

Today is the annual New Year's Eve, and it is rare that there is no snow in the sky all day. Every family gets up early and starts to get busy, hanging lanterns, pasting window decorations, decorating the house in a prosperous and lively manner, and the village is filled with a festive and peaceful atmosphere.

Jing Yao and Wen Qun did the same. They got up before dawn to clean up the house. They hung big red lanterns high on the green brick walls and carefully pasted exquisite window grilles on the dark doors and windows. The bright red contrasted sharply with the surrounding environment, making it even more eye-catching and festive.

At this moment, the two of them are working together in the kitchen to prepare a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner. Wen Qun is in charge of cooking, while Jing Yao helps cut and wash vegetables, and they work in perfect harmony. This is their first New Year after marriage, and it is also the first New Year spent with each other's families, so they naturally need some special rituals to add to the joyful atmosphere.

Tonight's New Year's Eve dinner is a luxurious feast: there are fresh and delicious steamed sea bass, spicy and fragrant pepper chicken, salty and fresh winter bamboo shoots fried with bacon, sweet and sour sweet and sour spareribs, refreshing and crispy stir-fried lettuce, sweet and sticky cola chicken wings and rice cakes, delicious scallop vermicelli pot, fragrant fish-flavored shredded pork, plus a bowl of nutritious carrot and sparerib soup, and a colorful fruit platter. A total of ten dishes filled the table, symbolizing good luck and perfection in the new year.

Jing Yao picked up the wine pot and filled a glass of crystal clear wine for his husband first, and then slowly poured a glass for himself. He held the wine glass tightly with both hands, staring at Wen Qun in front of him, his eyes revealing incomparable solemnity.

Jing Yao said softly: "Qun Qun, Happy New Year! May our future days be smooth and happy." After that, he raised the wine glass in his hand high, as if he wanted to convey the endless emotions from the bottom of his heart through this glass of wine.

Wen Qun also raised his glass with a smile. His eyes were gentle but firm. He responded, "Ayao, Happy New Year! We will surely go through every good moment hand in hand." Before he finished speaking, the two of them gently clinked their glasses, and there was a crisp "ding" sound, as if it was the beautiful note produced by the collision of two hearts.

At this moment, they poured all their deep affection and best wishes for each other into this small wine glass. After drinking this wine, the sincere affection will be integrated into the blood like sweet wine, and they will never be separated in this life.

It is the time of the Spring Festival, and everything is brand new. In this time and space full of unknowns, Jing Yao knows that only by relying on the people around him, welcoming every sunrise together, and appreciating every light and shadow of the sky, can he appreciate the true meaning of life.

At the border thousands of miles away from the south, the ancient city walls are covered with traces of reconstruction with mud and rubble. Six of the seven originally majestic city gates are now closed, leaving only the South Gate for people to enter and exit. The two characters "Qingyang" hang high above the city gate. After years of vicissitudes, although they are stained by yellow sand, they still reveal an unspeakable sense of historical heaviness. Those two characters are like a monument, silently witnessing the tenacity and perseverance of Dayu's soldiers.

Thick black smoke suddenly rose from the distant sky, surging like a rolling dark cloud. This was the alarm of an incoming enemy attack! The soldiers who had been training hard under the city suddenly became nervous and rushed to the city wall, ready for battle.

The soldiers entering the city were calm and composed, without any signs of panic. They methodically counted the number of horses, carefully checked their weapons and equipment, and then quickly followed the officers' orders to assemble. Some troops climbed the city walls to strengthen defense, while others set up defenses in various places in the city. Everything seemed so orderly, and they had long been accustomed to the invasion of foreign enemies.

However, when they thought that today should be a beautiful day for family reunion and family happiness, they could not help but feel angry. The hateful enemy actually started a war at such a time and completely broke the peace. The soldiers gnashed their teeth and wanted to rush out to fight the enemy to the death. Even if they died on the battlefield, they would make the enemy pay the price.

But no one expected that this battle was not an ordinary attack, but a carefully planned and long-premeditated siege.

New Year's Eve should be a time for families to reunite and celebrate the New Year, but there were sounds of war drums and shouts of killing outside the border! It turned out that the Huzi came to break through the border again with great momentum. They were as ferocious and greedy as hungry wolves, leading a 100,000-strong army divided into three groups, breaking into Daqing County, Guang'an County and Qingyang Pass, which were closest to the border.

These enemies were not only numerous, but also cunning and changeable in tactics. In addition, there were several small groups of thousands of troops that bypassed the front battlefield and quietly sneaked into other counties. These small groups were like demons, setting fire to houses everywhere, killing and looting wantonly, leaving no grass growing wherever they passed, and committing all kinds of evil!

Faced with such a brutal enemy, although the border guards had been on high alert, they were helpless because of the huge disparity in strength between the enemy and us. The 60,000 brave and fearless soldiers relied on their tenacious fighting spirit and firm belief to resist the surging Hu army. However, this fierce battle caused heavy casualties among the soldiers defending the city and left them exhausted.

Fortunately, the 40,000 soldiers in reserve at the rear took quick action after receiving the news, and rushed to various counties under attack to reinforce them. They were extremely anxious and wanted to fly to the front line immediately to fight side by side with their comrades to defend their homes and people.

Although the enemy was eventually repelled, this sudden attack still brought great pain and loss to innocent people. Many families were torn apart, and cries echoed in the land filled with smoke and flames of war...

On the New Year's Eve in Shangjing, the capital of Dayu, there should have been a royal family banquet, but the prince attempted to assassinate the emperor. Emperor Qingde was furious and, despite everyone's advice, ordered the prince to be imprisoned in the East Palace. He then left in a huff. The lively scene suddenly became silent and you could hear a pin drop.

It's getting dark and the snow is falling.

The biting cold wind brought heavy snow, slashing at the face like a knife, making it almost impossible to open the eyes. At this moment, a gorgeously decorated carriage slowly drove up, and the royal guards stood respectfully by the side, waiting for the people beside the carriage to get on. However, Xuanyuan Ting seemed to have heard nothing, and walked straight forward, step by step, firm and resolute, as if he was going to walk into the endless ice and snow.

Seeing Xuanyuan Ting walking further and further away, his figure was gradually covered by the flying snow. The people who chased him to the palace gate had no choice but to stop. They could only silently watch the back of the figure gradually disappearing, watching it blend into the dark twilight and the falling snow. At first, they could still vaguely distinguish the lonely figure, but as time went by, the back became more and more blurred, and finally disappeared completely from sight.

The solemn and luxurious auspicious dress on his body was like a heavy burden, pressing Xuanyuan Ting to the point of being unable to breathe. His body was trembling slightly, and suddenly he staggered and fell to the ground uncontrollably. "Father!" He cried out heartbreakingly, his voice filled with endless grief and sorrow.

Seeing this, the surrounding Royal Guards quickly put down their halberds and knelt down to salute. For a moment, the sound of metal hitting the ground echoed throughout the palace. However, Xuanyuan Ting was already immersed in his own world and turned a deaf ear to all this. He moved forward with difficulty, stretched out his hands, and tightly grasped a handful of cold snow.

He held the snow so tightly that the warmth of his palms quickly melted the snowflakes. The icy water flowed down his fingers, forming shallow watermarks on the ground. The watermarks were like tear marks, witnessing the pain and despair deep in his heart.

The water stains continued to increase, as if they would never stop flowing, and soon formed a small puddle under his feet. His body trembled slightly, and he finally leaned down slowly, pressing his forehead tightly against the cold snow. The pure white snow was left with a deep mark by him, as if it was the unspeakable pain and sorrow in his heart.

He had never thought that his father would actually look at him this way. This was something he had never imagined, and it was also the most difficult fact for him to accept in his heart. At this moment, his heart was in pain, and his shoulders were shaking slightly uncontrollably, as if he wanted to shake off all the sadness and despair.

The guards beside them could not help but feel sad when they saw this scene. They looked at the prince worriedly, fearing that he would get frostbite in this icy and snowy place. However, despite being very anxious, they did not dare to disturb him easily, and could only wait silently by the side, waiting for the prince to calm down.

Time passed by minute by minute, and finally, Xuanyuan Ting slowly raised his head. Although the tears in his eyes were still flickering, his expression had gradually returned to calm. He took a deep breath, stood up, and gently took off his gorgeous wedding clothes. Then he turned around and handed them to the imperial guards behind him, saying lightly: "Let's go back to the East Palace."

His voice was as calm as water, without any ripples, but the endless sadness contained in it moved people. The royal guards respectfully took the auspicious clothes and followed Xuanyuan Ting back to the East Palace. No one spoke along the way, only the heavy footsteps echoed in the silent palace...

In Wenjiabao, late at night, when everything was quiet, a rapid and piercing gong sound resounded throughout the village, and at the same time, along with the gong sound came the villagers' terrified screams. This sudden sound broke the tranquility of the night and made people shudder.

Jing Yao had noticed something was wrong when the wolves came down the mountain. He quickly put on his clothes, locked the door tightly, and hurried out to check the situation. However, he did not expect that the wolves would invade the village so quickly.

At this moment, the courtyard was already crowded with people, holding torches and looking nervous. Jing Yao led the way, rushing towards the direction where the shouting came from. At the same time, other villagers who were awakened also joined in, rushing towards the unknown dangerous place.

When they arrived at their destination, they found that the wolves appeared in Shangdaokou Village. The fort and the fort were all flat land, so in order to prevent the wolves from appearing, they dug traps. Since Shangdaokou was closer to the West Mountain, Jing Yao directly built a wall. This large village was almost completely surrounded by the wall, but the wolves still came around.

But the scene in front of me was very lively. The village was brightly lit, and people were standing at every intersection, blocking the road. If we hadn't known in advance that there was a wolf pack attacking, we would probably have mistakenly thought that these villagers were working together to catch the wolf!

I don’t know why the wolves ran here. You have to know that these people are all refugees. Not to mention the livestock, they themselves are all starving and skinny. They are only slowly getting enough to eat after coming to the village these days.

"Ouch——"

"Awwww——"

The deafening howls of wolves became clearer and closer! The man holding the torch tightly in his hand began to tremble involuntarily, his legs weakened and he could hardly stand. He swallowed hard, tried to calm down his nervousness, and rubbed the sweat on his palms on his pants a few times before he tightened his weapon again.

The villagers arrived in time, and the wolves retreated before they could hurt anyone. Jing Yao concentrated and felt it, and found that there were more than 20 wolves, but they were all scattered and had not left yet.

The head of the village who heard the noise nearby quickly climbed up the wall with the help of a ladder. Wen Ling, who was standing nearby, saw this and hurried forward to support him: "Uncle, why are you climbing up here? It's too dangerous!"

"Let's see what's going on." The village chief narrowed his eyes and looked towards the low hill in the east. Above the low hill in the darkness, there were dots of green light flashing. Those were the eyes of the wolves. Everyone couldn't help but gasp. The village chief held the escalator tightly with both hands and shouted in a low voice: "Quick! Light the fire! Light the fire!"

In fact, the fire had already been lit, but at this moment, they had no choice but to continue to increase the fire. People kept adding firewood to the fire, and a long steel bar was inserted into the blazing flames to stir them. The fire instantly became more fierce, and the high flames illuminated the cold night sky.

Jing Yao's eyes were fixed on the green eyes on the hill, and they seemed to be looking at him. Suddenly, a high-pitched and piercing wolf howl sounded, breaking through the night sky like thunder. Then, the wolves all raised their heads and howled in unison, the sound resounding through the sky, making people shudder.

The men looked closely and were shocked - there were so many wolves! And each wolf's eyes flashed with a frightening green light, as if it would pounce at any time. In an instant, the men who were originally aggressive were frightened to the point of their legs going weak, and even the weapons in their hands were shaking slightly.

The village head couldn't help but feel a little scared when he saw this. After all, he had never seen such a large wolf pack in his life. He looked at Xiao Ling worriedly and asked with a trembling voice, "Xiao Biaotou, there are so many wolves, what should we do?"

Xiao Ling took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then answered firmly: "Don't panic, village head! You can ask everyone to form a group of three. If there are those who are a little weaker, then four or five people can form a team to fight a wolf together. If you really encounter a difficult opponent, call for help. There are so many of us, why should we be afraid of a few beasts!"

Jing Yao told Xiao Ling about the scattered locations of the wolves. Xiao Ling nodded and then raised his voice and shouted, "Brothers, bring your weapons and torches, follow me, and kill those beasts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several strong men quickly picked up the tools and torches they had prepared and followed Xiao Ling closely. They first had to meet up with the others and then go together to look for the wolf pack.