Chapter 66

Although morale is intangible, it is crucial to the outcome of a war. If the soldiers themselves do not believe they can win, how could they possibly fight to the death on the battlefield?

Chuxin was about to say that Wang Chao was not arrested by her; in reality, it was Jun Nuo who flew into a rage and had him locked up. Although it was because of her, she still felt it had little to do with her.

However, the very next moment, he became aware of his own oddity, and hurriedly turned his stiff neck, upon which a look of astonishment finally surfaced.

"Then what the hell is the use of you saying all this!" Li Shimin roared at the top of his lungs, his eyes bursting with red veins.

If Wang Yin were alive, he would recognize this person as the one who had intercepted and ambushed him halfway under the guise of the Eastern Depot, and who was now a confidant of a certain high-ranking official in the Directorate of Ceremonial.

In the second-floor bedroom, Huizhen dialed an unfamiliar number, and after a long while, someone finally answered on the other end.

Xu Chuan suddenly felt a chill, as if something within his body had been activated, making him suddenly feel incomparably light and unburdened.

Fortunately, he forcibly suppressed the fluctuation of spiritual power within his body, and then circulated his newly practiced Demonic Blood Fiend Technique. Two illusory figures of demon gods, exuding terrifying auras, suddenly appeared behind him, firmly protecting him within and preventing the external blood fiend aura from suppressing him.

"Of course, as long as it is within my power." Chuxin felt a pang of sorrow; she feared she might disappoint Jun Xi's expectations.

Then the old man went on to explain that this heirloom was actually a weapon. Old man Jiang's ancestors were members of Jiang Taigong's family, and this heirloom was passed down from Taigong himself, instructed to be handed down from generation to generation, but strictly forbidden from being leaked outside or moved privately, otherwise it would surely incur divine retribution.

Hearing this familiar voice, Zheng Qing froze. She looked up to find that it was Han Ke, and a wave of even greater grievance washed over her. She immediately threw herself into Han Ke's arms, hugging him tightly and weeping even harder.

"I really don't like the way you talk." Nan Feng frowned slightly. Zhuge Chanjuan was older than him and had entered the pugilistic world earlier than him. While she possessed a bold and heroic spirit, her reserve and gentleness were entirely gone.

The surrounding students were infected by the romantic atmosphere; some began to applaud, while others started teasing and screaming. Lin Yong, however, could hardly believe his ears.

A moment later, the giant eagle let out a sharp cry and beat its wings to leave the nest. Shisian leaped up from the ground, repeatedly leveraging his footing against the tree trunk to reach the eagle's back. He shouted a word in the barbarian tongue, and the giant eagle flapped its wings and flew west.

Fresh blood slowly dripped from Qi Lin's fingertips, but before it could hit the ground, it was greedily sucked up by the red fog. Drinking deeply of the wounded vital energy, the blood mist became even richer, more vibrant, and more ghastly.

"Reporting to Madam, my name is Alice, and I am now responsible for all the daily affairs of the Young Master," Alice said respectfully.

At this time, apart from waiting, there was nothing else to be done. After a brief and anxious wait, the sound of a bronze thunder explosion echoed from outside once again. But this time, the explosion occurred very far away, a hundred zhang to the southeast.

The marks on the long staff were naturally left by an avatar projection of Ye Yuntian. Fang Yu was able to recognize them entirely because the Fire Refining lineage to which Fang Yu belonged had an extraordinary relationship with Ye Yuntian. Moreover, Fang Yu himself was a sixth-tier smelting master and the branch manager of Shangyang City, meaning the information he could access far exceeded what ordinary people could know.

In fact, this was also a major flaw of the barbarian race. Even with human bloodlines, the existence of barbarian blood within them undeniably created a gap between the barbarians and humans in terms of intelligence, thinking patterns, and other aspects.

After meeting and getting to know this Zheng Guangjie, Han Ke and Zheng Qing both formed a good impression of him. With Zheng Guangjie's arrival, the core early-stage personnel were basically all in place. That day, several of them gathered on the sofa on the first floor, discussing whether they should hold an opening ceremony like other companies.

Cen Kexin covered her chest, gasping for breath as an agonizing pain pierced her heart, making it impossible to breathe. She was intensely agitated, and the pain on her face mirrored the bottomless depths of Han Siyou's pools of sorrow.

Perhaps choosing to launch an ambush at this moment was truly a mistake. As this thought began to sprout, the bloodthirsty instinct vigorously shook its stiff head, rejecting its own "perhaps."

The power it emitted was quite formidable. Guided by Ye Shaochen's Daoist energy, even Tian Yan felt a sense of suffocation, finding it somewhat difficult to breathe.

The White Whirlwind's backup plan consisted of those two and a half middle schools he had lost; perhaps this was the White Whirlwind's ultimate trump card.

Resting for a moment, Lin Song took food out of his storage space, gave some to the white-robed puppet, and ate a large mouthful. Once full, he burped a few times, drank some fresh water, and put the water bottle back into its storage space.

Amidst a furious curse, Meng Xinghai flicked his finger slightly, causing the deflected flying knife to turn back and lock onto Er Leng. With undiminished speed and power, he swore once again to kill Er Leng.

Indeed, Ye Zhen clearly knew that this was Jun Ninglan's scheme. Now that the fish had taken the bait, they were just waiting to be reeled in.

The suddenly flashing purple beam of light also startled the man in black. The hood covering his head turned toward the purple radiance that lingered before Qian Hao for a long time.

That time, the young soldiers wanted to change the rules, but what about this time? Zhao Liancheng suddenly felt deeply conflicted. After all, things were different from the recruit company; people's thoughts change with changes in environment and identity. Moreover, the differences were immense—the greater the change, the heavier the burden. At this moment, Zhao Liancheng felt as though a massive boulder was pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Alright then, I will tell you everything I know. I know that the crimes I committed are capital offenses, but if you cannot bring that animal to justice as well, I will not let you go even as a ghost." Jiang Guixin made a difficult decision; he decided to gamble once, even though the stakes this time would be his own life.

On the afternoon of October 12, 1993, three ships—the *Qinghai Lake*, the *Xuelong*, and the *Zhaoyang*—sailed into the port of Fremantle. Overseas Chinese businessmen living in Perth hurried to the port upon hearing the news to welcome the fleet from their motherland.

For instance, if a medicinal pill had never appeared in the world before, asking the supreme treasure Ruyi to forge this pill would require an unimaginably immense cost.

After hearing Liu Wantian's explanation, Mo Aoran quickly understood the reason behind it.

That person said: According to your newspaper reports, under your leadership, you have created a new theory known by people as the Desert Afforestation Law. You have also developed a moisture-locking powder that can be used in deserts, and we want to see the actual results on-site.