The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 281 These are my troops, my city, and my iron pontoon!

Chapter 281 These are my troops, my city, and my iron pontoon!
"Immortality?"

The general, who was no longer young, looked towards the north with deep eyes. Jin Zhu said anxiously:

"Yes, Changsheng! Look--"

She lifted a long gold chain from her chest, opened the silver box tied to the chain, and took out a thumb-sized pearl.

The pearl kept turning around in the silver box, sparkling.

At first glance, it seems to be golden, at second glance, it seems to be silver, and when you look closely, it seems to be colorless and transparent, and it seems to condense all the colors in the world.

The general leaned slightly, moved a little closer on his horse's back, and reached out to touch it.

The fingertips were still a foot away from the pearl, and a sharp pain had already made his fingers tremble. Pulling back to look, the skin on the fingertips was torn and blood was flowing.

Even though it was only a foot away, the power emitted by the pearl cut a deep gash!

"Immortal Sword?" He stared at the pearl, breathing rapidly:

"No, Kenmaru?"

That's a sword pill!

It is a line of sword energy, as powerful as thunder, which can travel a thousand miles in an instant and take people's heads and return with a sword ball!

He always thought it was a fiction, but it turns out, does it really exist in this world?

Shen Le also opened his eyes wide. He stood on tiptoe and even stamped the ground to make himself float up, and reached out to touch the pearl.

He stretched out his finger, and even in his memory, he could see the outline of his fingertips was slightly transparent and slightly distorted, as if the sword ball was interfering with his power across time and space.

Shen Le was just trying to try to see if he could catch the pearl when he suddenly heard a low roar of an animal from the side.

He was startled and took two steps back. He saw the young alloy master digging his four claws tightly into the ground, looking up and roaring:

"Ouch——"

The roar was fierce and deep. Jinzhu was startled and quickly closed the silver box and turned to comfort him:
"Xiao Jin, what's wrong? Is this sword ball dangerous?"

"I want to eat it! I want to eat it! Give it to me and I will protect you for ten years - no, twenty years, no, thirty years!"

The Alloy Boss supported his body with his hind legs, stood up, and screamed. Jinzhu smiled slightly and turned his gaze to the man beside him, but the man turned his head away:
If this news reached the ears of the late emperor - no, the late emperor, he would definitely be overjoyed. Adjust the direction of the troops, march north, and directly cross the grassland. Anything is possible:
After all, the late emperor reigned for 46 years, and spent at least half of that time indulging in spiritual practice and alchemy.

If the Daoist Emperor who "trained his body to resemble a crane and kept two boxes of Buddhist scriptures under a thousand pine trees" heard about the news of immortality, even if it was just a little possibility, a little suspected evidence...

He will definitely try his best to seize that place, even if it means starting a war!

But...Jin Shang is only thirty years old. It is not yet time for him to use all his strength just to prolong his life a little bit.

In this situation, even if he submitted a secret petition requesting to explore this secret realm for the royal family, the reply he would get would probably be a severe reprimand, ordering him to lead his troops to fight immediately and not to dawdle here!
If you are a little less lucky, you might be accused of harboring evil intentions or being insane. It is not impossible to hold them accountable or remove them from office directly...

"You give it to him. I can't use it."

"Narisu!" Jinzhu urged the horse to turn around and called him softly:

"you do not need"

"Sorry... The military situation is urgent. I have to leave as soon as possible." He turned away, not daring to look at the woman's disappointed eyes:

"The Hetao Rebellion has occurred. Several cities have been captured in succession. Several surrounding provinces are shaken. The progress of the anti-rebellion army is slow. The higher-ups have urgently transferred me there... I will come to see you again after the rebellion is over. I will definitely come to see you!"

"and many more!"

Jinzhu called from behind. The man turned around, she held up the silver box and leaned towards the man's warhorse:
"Do you want to take Xiao Jin with you? There's going to be a war. Do you want him to protect you?"

"...No need. This battle is mainly about command, so I don't need to fight in person. But you should have strong enough military forces around you on the grassland...Xiao Jin, protect her well, okay?"

Xiao Jin nodded vigorously. The man looked around anxiously, then looked back at Jin Zhu:
"Can you? I'm not here. What if the court sends a hostile garrison commander here..."

"No problem." Jinzhu smiled confidently. She turned slightly and looked back to the north. There, she had her tribe, her power, and her city!
"look!"

She raised the whip above her head and waved it a few times. In the distance, there was a sound of arrows whistling, and the horses' hooves came like thunder.

Shen Le gasped. What was running towards him was not cavalry, but a steel wall. The helmets, heavy armor, and vests reflected the sunlight coldly, and the long swords in their hands were as bright as ice and snow.

Iron buoy?
The only kind of armored cavalry he knew about was the Iron Float!
"These are my soldiers!"

Jinzhu raised her head proudly. The man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked carefully at the cavalry in front of him, and nodded:

"Then I'm relieved. I'm going, you be careful - remember, be respectful to the court and don't provoke border conflicts!" He galloped away. Xiao Jin followed behind, his tall body plowing through the grass, whining and almost sticking his head on the horse's butt a few times.

The horse under the man's seat was frightened by the aura of the strange beast and its legs became weak. The man had no choice but to jump off the horse and hold Xiao Jin's head, stroking and examining it again and again:
"Do you want to come with me? -- No? You took this sword pill, and it just happened that you could grow a little taller? Got it, then you just wait here, and I'll come to see you after I finish this battle!"

He whipped his horse and left. Behind him, Xiao Jin let out a long whistle, and the wind and clouds moved for a long time.

However, Xiao Jin waited and waited on the grassland.

After he ate the sword pill, he also ate up the golden plates, bowls, and cups that Jinzhu gave him. He even sneaked into a nearby temple and gnawed the Buddha's golden body until it was hollow.

When a tribe on the grassland started a rebellion, Jinzhu led troops to suppress the rebellion, and Xiaojin followed her to protect her and even served as her mount, which attracted cheers of "Holy Mother Bodhisattva" and "Manjusri Lion";

When the wild grass on the grassland turned from yellow to green, from green to green, from green to yellow, and then from yellow to withered and fallen, covered with a thick layer of white snow, his first friend, the friend who fed him with his own sword, still did not come back...

"It's boring..."

"It's boring..."

"It's really boring..."

Xiao Jin lay outside the huge tent, scratching the ground with his front paws and mumbling. After a long time, Jin Zhu quietly stepped out of the snow, sat on his back, and touched his ears:

"What's the matter? Are you waiting for Najisu? - Or why don't you go over and see him?"

"I won't go. I promised to stay here with you and protect you for thirty years." Xiao Jin hunched over with his head drooped.

After taking the sword pill, he didn't grow any bigger, but his hair became sharper. He lay down on the ground, and the three feet of ground around him became clean without a speck of snow.
"That guy said he would come back after the war... but he didn't come back after the war, and ran off to the east to fight Japan...

I carried him on my back and ran to the place where the sword balls were. It only took one day, but he couldn't even spare a day..."

As he was complaining, he suddenly froze and stood up. Jinzhu was caught off guard and was almost knocked over by him.

She took a few steps back and leaned against the tent, then saw Xiao Jin sniffing rapidly, with his metallic hair standing up one by one.

A sharp breath flowed from each hair, cutting the ice around it into pieces, which then flew up into the air.

"He's in danger." Xiao Jin slowly bent down, curled up his four legs, and stretched them tightly, like a beast lying on the ground ready to pounce before hunting:

"He... is in danger..."

"Narisu? Where is he?"

Jinzhu shuddered slightly, lifted her skirt, and ran towards the direction of the strange beast. Before she could reach it, Xiaojin jumped into the wind and snow, disappearing from her sight.

Shen Le also leaped forward, barely catching up, and grabbing the young alloy boss's hair - or maybe he didn't catch him, but was just carried forward by the power of the ancient painting.

Forward, forward, the scenery around me blurred and left a dotted line. The visual effect was so fast that it felt like sitting on a high-speed train was not even as fast.

However, Xiao Jin seemed unsatisfied, or rather, he felt that his friend's crisis was imminent, and the distance between the two sides was still very, very far...

"Then you can't fly either..."

Shen Le was worried about him instinctively. If he flew, it would be too late, right? If he attacked Japan, the plane would have to fly for several hours over a distance of one or two thousand kilometers!

Xiao Jin seemed to be not very sensitive to the distance, or perhaps he could only sense the direction of his friend by instinct but could not locate it accurately.

Shen Le lay on top of him, and suddenly felt him stop, raised his head, let out a long roar, and scratched the ground with his claws a few times -

Then, Shen Le felt himself sinking suddenly, with light and shadows flying around him, as if he was stuffed into a long tube and then suddenly sprayed out by the high-pressure airflow.

When I opened my eyes again, I heard shouts and screams all around me, and swords and guns were wielded. I was already in the center of the battlefield. From time to time, I could hear dense explosions. It turned out that both the enemy and us had firearms.

The friend that Xiao Jin had been thinking about had fallen off his horse and was leaning against a dead horse, waving a long sword and shouting in a fierce battle. It was obvious that the situation had reached an extremely dangerous point!

"Ow—"

Xiao Jin let out an earth-shattering roar. He rushed straight towards his friend, leaned over, bent his knees, lowered his head, and pushed the man onto his back.

When he stood up again, he had turned into a ferocious beast more than half a meter tall and more than three meters long. The enemies around him chopped at him with swords and knives, and he was immediately cut into pieces!
"Xiao Jin!" The middle-aged general lowered his head in surprise. Before he could say another word, he had already raised his long sword high and shouted:
"God bless the Ming Dynasty——"

A cheer suddenly rang out on the battlefield. The middle-aged general pointed his sword forward, and Xiao Jin rushed forward with all his might. In a flash, he joined forces with a group of elite Ming soldiers and led them to break through the enemy's formation!
 Under his command were tens of thousands of elite soldiers, "wearing iron pagoda horse harnesses, but with long swords and large hilts, looking like ice and snow." - Chief editor: Bai Shouyi; Chief editor: Wang Yuquan, General History of China 16, Vol. 9, Medieval and Ming Dynasties, Part II: Shanghai People's Publishing House, June 2015
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