The vice president in white personally took Han Fan to the border to experience the feeling of flying at high speed again. Han Fan no longer felt dizzy.

There are two main cities in Beizhou, one is Chang'an City, and the other is Danyang City. The war between the two main cities continues for years. The people of the two cities originally had no hatred, but over a hundred years it has turned into a blood feud.

Under the general trend, people can only go with the trend and fight to the death with countless soldiers and soldiers they have never met on the battlefield.

Some Confucian monks lashed out at this absurd behavior, but nature has always been about the survival of the fittest. People are born in sorrow and die in happiness. Although life and death are full of absurdity, on the whole, it follows a big law.

That's right.

There is a long river in Beizhou called Naihe that runs through the entire Beizhou. Naihe divides Beizhou into east and west. The east is the boundary of Chang'an City and the west is the boundary of Danyang City.

What Han Fen went to this time was the permanent army stationed on the edge of the Nai River.

In the main camp, the vice president in white handed over to the person in charge of the army. The person in charge of the army was General Nie Baisheng. Despite repeated warnings from the old man in black, the vice president in white could not help but ask Nie Baisheng to take more care of Han.

Difficulty.

As the head of the hospital, how could the old man in black not know the character of the old man in white? He had already sent a message to Nie Baisheng about Han Fan.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of him." Nie Baisheng raised his hands and said polite words, but in his heart, he thought that your dean has already told you not to give Han Fen any special treatment, or even ask me to make it more difficult as appropriate, take care of him?

I must take good care of you!

"Then I can rest assured and say goodbye." The vice president in white didn't say anything more and left in a flash.

"Boy, do you know where this place is?" Nie Baisheng asked with a sinister smile.

"Of course I know." Han Fan responded calmly.

"It's good to know. I am the general here. My surname is Nie and my first name is Baisheng!" Nie Baisheng's voice was loud.

"General Nie, I am Han Fan."

"Come here, take him to arrange a place to stay." General Nie shouted so loudly that the enemy troops on the other side of the Nai River could probably hear him.

Han Fen followed the soldiers to a tent. The tent was ten square meters in size. There was a layer of blankets and a pillow inside, but nothing else.

In the early morning, the sky had just turned white, and the horn of the camp had already sounded.

Han Fan had at least known the life of the army in his previous life. Hearing the sound of the horn, he knew it was time to gather, so he put on his clothes in a daze and walked out of the camp.

Following the crowd to an open space, he saw soldiers lined up in four rows in an orderly manner. Han Fan, wearing a Confucian shirt from Zhulu Academy, stood at the back of the line because he saw a young monk wearing a blue-gray robe standing there.

, should also be the disciples who came here to practice.

Nie Baisheng walked out of the main tent, glanced at the team, and found that Han Fan behind him had a trace of surprise in his eyes. Yesterday, he deliberately did not inform him of the gathering today. This kid is really smart.

In fact, Han Fen was half-baked. The soldiers on the border were fighting every day, but they didn't gather for training every day. They didn't have the time or the energy. To put it bluntly, today's gathering was just to welcome the newcomers.

Yesterday, after Han Fan left the main tent, the genius monk Xin'an from Baita Temple came here with the abbot.

"We are called here today because two newcomers have arrived in the camp. They will fight side by side with us for a period of time in the future. Han Fan, feel at ease and come out!" Nie Baisheng shouted.

Han Fan and the monk next to him came out.

"Everyone is welcome." As Nie Baisheng's loud voice fell, applause sounded sparsely.

Disciples of a large sect may have a dazzling aura in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of soldiers who have been wandering on the edge of life and death all year round, they are just some embroidered pillows, so fancy that they can be knocked down with one punch.

The army uniformly practices the art of war. This art is at the intermediate level of the yellow level. The most notable feature is that it improves very quickly, and the speed is comparable to that of the advanced level.

However, the disadvantages brought by the fast speed of practice are that the state is unstable. The pain caused by a broken mirror is several times that of ordinary people. Moreover, this technique over-stimulates the human body's potential. Even if a person who practices this technique does not die, he will suffer from all kinds of diseases in the future and his lifespan is only For sixty years, it has been called the Suicide Technique by the spiritual community.

Han Fan's cultivation level at the second level of the Second Realm is only at the normal level here. At the same level, border soldiers with rich battlefield fighting experience completely tortured Xiaobai. In the eyes of the soldiers, Han Fan and Xin'an were just inexperienced Xiaobai.

General Nie seemed to be satisfied with the soldiers' reaction. After welcoming them, he dispersed.

"Amitabha, nice to meet you." Han Fan said with his hands clasped together.

"Amitabha, hello donor, I feel at ease." The young monk was polite.

Han Fen sensed it and found that the little monk Xin'an was in the same realm as himself, and he became even happier.

Han Fen looked familiar and hugged the young monk: "We will have to depend on each other from now on."

"Yes, the donor is from the Chang'an Sword Sect?" The young monk is childish, with a bright bald head and a fair and lovely face, which is very lovable.

"No, I'm from Zhulu Academy!" Han Fan said.

The little monk glanced at the sword on Han Fan's waist again, his eyes full of doubts.

"I am a scholar who practices swordsmanship." Han Fan patted the young monk on the shoulder.

The camp is facing a bridge erected on the Naihe River. It's a coincidence that the Naihe Bridge is just like its name. Crossing the bridge is reincarnation, and the name is quite right.

Han Fen was about to say a few more words to the young monk when a horn sounded that was different from before.

The soldiers quickly drew out the weapons on their waists and walked out of the camp. Han and Fen followed the soldiers with puzzled faces.

The camp is only a hundred meters away from the Naihe River. After leaving, there are enemy soldiers wearing red armor on the Naihe Bridge. The bridge is made of extremely hard Outland Star Stone. The Outland Star Stone is black and is almost impossible under the Six Realms. Inflicting damage to it, the bridge is thirty meters wide.

"The long-standing war between the two countries has formed some tacit rules for both sides, that is, when soldiers from one side come onto the bridge, it means a declaration of war, and the number and level of the other side's participants must be the same as the number of people declaring war."

A veteran explained to Han and Fan. He paused, cleared his throat, and then said:

"After getting on the bridge, you can't get off the bridge until more than half of the dead have died. In other words, every soldier who goes up to fight on the bridge has already made up his mind to die.

Although it is said that more than half of the dead can get off the bridge, no matter which side says the word "truce", it is an indirect surrender. The soldiers of both sides represent the glory of their respective city-states, so in fact the real end of the battle is when all the soldiers of one side are killed. , we call it a fight to the death.”

Han Fen observed the soldiers wearing blue armor who came out of the camp to represent his side and found that there was no fear in their eyes at all. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The border soldiers were true heroes.

Whenever a battle begins, all the soldiers and generals in the camps of both sides must be dispatched. The soldiers who have not left the station must pay attention and watch the whole battle. This is a kind of respect for the soldiers who have left the station.

Soldiers from both sides stepped onto the bridge, without any words, and started charging with an angry shout.

The battle started and ended so quickly that Han Fan didn't even have time to react. The victor was the red side. There were three people left on the opposite side, two were seriously injured, one was stabbed through the lower abdomen, one had a broken leg, and another

Minor injuries.

"Roar" The soldiers on the other side let out a deafening roar, which meant that they had won this life-and-death battle.

The soldier on the other side clenched his fist with his right hand and hit his chest. This was meant to express condolences to the fallen soldiers. Several servants from each side appeared to remove the corpses on the bridge.

Scarlet blood dried on the bridge, and Han Fan had not yet recovered from his shock.

"Go back to camp." Nie Baisheng roared, and the soldiers returned to camp one after another.

"Amitabha." The young monk called out the Buddha's name.
Chapter completed!