High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

Across the wasteland, a colossal steel dragon meanders forward.

Dozens of heavy military transport planes roared at low altitudes of 100 meters above the ground, with mountain-sized monster carcasses being dragged beneath their bellies by ultra-high-strength alloy cables.

The stench of blood and the intense demonic aura soared into the sky, mingling with the scorching air from the engine, forming a visible plume of malevolent smoke that stretched for miles.

At the very front of the procession, the enormous corpse belonging to the sixth-tier White Tiger Mountain Lord was particularly eye-catching.

Even though it was long dead and its soul had been extinguished, the residual pressure on its body still distorted the air. Every hair on its body exuded a murderous aura. Wherever it passed, low-level demonic beasts within a hundred miles had already fled in panic, and even birds had disappeared without a trace.

This is a triumphant return, a silent display of triumph.

Inside the armored personnel carrier, the atmosphere was completely different from the grim atmosphere outside.

The people of Xinlan Town huddled together, their weathered faces filled with awkwardness and curiosity.

They carefully stroked the cold, hard metal of the car's interior, feeling the smoothness of the vehicle as it moved.

This iron lump can run very fast without being pulled by oxen or horses, which is a miracle in itself to them.

A demon slayer distributed a box of compressed dry rations.

A little girl, about five or six years old, timidly peeked out from behind her mother and took a palm-sized cookie.

She imitated the adults and carefully took a small bite.

A peculiar wheat aroma filled her mouth. The taste wasn't particularly pleasant, and it was even a bit dry and hard, but after she swallowed it, a comforting warmth slowly rose from her stomach.

The little girl's eyes widened instantly; it was the first time in her memory that she had tasted the feeling of being "full."

She couldn't hold back, and tears fell with a "plop," scalding the biscuit.

She dared not cry out loud, but just wiped her face haphazardly with her dirty little hands, and then carefully stuffed the biscuit into her bosom, wanting to leave it for her grandfather who had not yet boarded the bus.

In another corner of the carriage, several daring children were surrounding a soldier from the Demon Slayer Division who was resting with his eyes closed.

They stared at the soldier's black armor, covered in scratches, their eyes filled with awe and longing.

One of the bravest boys reached out his thin fingers and gently touched the soldier's cold arm guard.

It feels hard and cold to the touch.

The boy pulled his hand back as if he had been burned, but a bright smile spread across his face as he turned to show off to his companions.

The soldier slowly opened his eyes. He didn't scold them, but calmly looked at the group of children.

Those eyes, which had seen countless deaths, now held a rare gentleness.

At the front of the convoy, on Feng Qingyang's black dragon chariot.

Liu Yun was holding a document and reporting the resettlement plan sent by the civil affairs department to Feng Qingyang.

From the allocation of temporary residences to the entry of identity information, and then to basic education and employment skills training, nothing is too small.

Feng Qingyang carried his precious wine gourd, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, as if he were lost in thought.

After Liu Yun finished his report, he waited for a long time, but the General did not give any instructions. He had no choice but to clear his throat and call out again, "General?"

Feng Qingyang then came to his senses, casually waving his hand as if shooing away a fly: "From now on, report these matters directly to General Feng."

He paused, then added a sentence, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching Liu Yun's ears.

"He's in charge of this team now."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yun froze on the spot.

He turned his head sharply and looked at Feng Mo, who was standing alone on the edge of the chariot not far away, facing the wind.

General Feng has... completely relinquished power?

Liu Yun was shocked, but as a seasoned veteran, he digested the astonishing information in just a few seconds.

He took a deep breath, turned to face Feng Mo, stood ramrod straight, and snapped his feet together in a standard military salute.

"General Feng! Regarding the resettlement of the 30,000 people in Xinlan Town, I have a few preliminary plans. Please give your instructions!"

His voice was loud and powerful, a pure and direct expression of obedience from a subordinate to a superior.

This scene, without bias, was witnessed by the three supervisors, Yang Jinyun, Zhao Yuping, and Chen Dong, atop the golden-feathered giant eagle behind them.

The three exchanged a complex look.

Shock, understanding, and finally, a deep sense of awe.

They finally understood that Feng Qingyang's decision to appoint an eighteen-year-old as general was not a whim or a trick to train a newcomer.

This young man truly won the General's full approval with his earth-shattering blow and his terrifying strength that could severely injure even a sixth-tier demon!

He is the true master of this team.

……

As night fell, thousands of bonfires were lit across the wasteland.

Soldiers from the Demon Slayer Division were cutting up the meat of demon beasts and roasting it over a fire; the rich aroma of the meat dispelled the chill of the night.

The people of Xinlan Town gathered around the bonfire, eating the most delicious roasted meat they had ever tasted in their lives. The numbness and sorrow on their faces were gradually replaced by a ray of light called "hope".

Feng Mo's tent was the largest, located in the center of the camp.

Suddenly, three burly figures strode over.

It was Yang Jinyun, Zhao Yuping, and Chen Dong.

Yang Jinyun, the bald, burly man with the most fiery temper, was carrying three bulging black leather wine bags.

The three of them arrived at Feng Mo's tent without saying a word.

Under the astonished gazes of countless people around them, they moved in perfect unison and knelt down on one knee with a "thump"!

The earth seemed to tremble.

That was not forced submission, but a soldier's unyielding salute to express the highest respect and loyalty.

Yang Jinyun raised a wine flask high, pulled out the cork, tilted his head back, and drank the pungent liquor in one gulp.

The liquor dripped down his rough lips, soaking his shirt, but he didn't seem to care.

After finishing his drink, he smashed the empty leather bag on the ground!

"Snapped!"

The wine sac bounced on the ground.

Yang Jinyun raised his head, his eyes, like copper bells, burning with a fierce flame. Looking at the calm figure inside the tent, he mustered all his strength and roared in a deep voice:

"General Feng! I, Old Yang, was blind to your greatness before!"

"From this day forward, my life belongs to you! I'll face any danger, even mountains of knives and seas of fire, at your command!"

Behind him, Zhao Yuping and Chen Dong did not speak, but instead raised their wine flasks in the same manner, drank them down in one gulp, and then slammed the empty wine flasks heavily to the ground.

"Slap!" "Slap!"

Two crisp sounds were their silent vow.

Three unruly fifth-rank generals, three veterans who had spent decades fighting through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, at this moment, offered their loyalty in the most direct and purest military way.

The surrounding noise seemed to be paused, and everyone's attention was focused on this.

Inside the tent, Feng Mo calmly watched them.

He neither got up nor spoke.

He simply nodded slightly under the intense gazes of the three men.

A very slight movement.

But this one action is acceptance.

Upon seeing this scene, an unprecedented light burst forth in the eyes of Yang Jinyun and the other two, a kind of fervor and reassurance that came from finally finding their leader.

They straightened their backs, as if they had unloaded a heavy burden, or as if they had taken on a new mission.

They knew that from this moment on, they truly had a commander to whom they could entrust their lives.