Your war hammer is too fake

After circling several times as a golden eagle, An Jiyue finally realized what was wrong: Was the proportion of orcs among these greenskins too high? After a quick glance, with the help of the golden eagle's excellent vision, An Jiyue discovered that orcs accounted for about 80% of the greenskins below.

In Warhammer, there are both pure goblin tribes and pure orc tribes, but most of the greenskin tribes have both orcs and goblins. In the same tribe, the ratio of the two is not fixed, but it is definitely not the case that orcs account for 80%, An Jiyue thought. She lowered the flight altitude and flew lower and lower. Finally, the golden eagle disappeared, and a squirrel with shining eyes landed lightly on the top of a tent.

The squirrel straightened up and looked around, and even touched his chin with his little paw. The greenskin camps were usually stinking, and there was endless noise and fighting at all times. The squirrel was still observing the surrounding environment when the tent under him collapsed with a loud bang, and two muscular green figures entangled together and rolled out, roaring and punching each other in the face.

Without the VIP seat, the squirrel could only dodge all kinds of flying debris in a somewhat awkward manner and quickly move away from the two fighting orcs. There was a lot of booing and cheering around, and even though the squirrel didn't speak the same language, he could still hear the strong taste of gloating.

Not long after running, the squirrel found that all four of its feet had left the ground. The next moment, a distorted green face filled the squirrel's entire field of vision. The squirrel looked at the face in confusion. The huge nose, the chin without an overbite, and the canine teeth protruding from the lips, there was no doubt that this was a goblin... or a snot demon?

The little green man held the squirrel in both hands and glanced around cunningly. After confirming that no one noticed his situation, the little green man trotted and walked stealthily towards a place with few people.

The squirrel tilted his head, then slowly gave a weird smile.

……

Note 1: According to the 8th edition, the standard equipment of a dwarf ranger includes, but is not limited to: a one-handed axe, a two-handed axe, several throwing axes, a dwarven steel crossbow and matching crossbow bolts, a shield, and a set of heavy armor. This is just the weapons and equipment, not counting various camping equipment, mountaineering equipment, and supplies.

Chapter 7 Intelligence (Part 2)

"You're late." This was Oakley's first words after seeing An Jiyue.

"It took some time to interrogate the prisoners," An Jiyue replied, "but I have a general idea of ​​the current situation."

After finding a clean stone to sit on, An Jiyue spread out a map with a bunch of markings: "There are more than 10,000 greenskins gathered here, and 80% of them are orcs. The forest goblins that attacked you are from this group of greenskins. The information I got is that they have been out of food for half a month. Due to lack of food, most of the goblins and snots in the tribe have gone into their stomachs. The reason they attacked you is to get food from you."

"That's the usual style of the greenskins," the dwarf chief snorted, "What else?"

"They were driven here," the girl crossed her arms, "They originally lived further south, most of them came from near Black Rock, and some came from Iron Rock. About five months ago, a large-scale ratman army attacked and captured Black Rock, and then marched north. The greenskin tribes south of Eternal Peak were either wiped out or fled north, and then the entire Silver Road began to become chaotic. And there is another point that is worth noting."

Unscrewing the kettle and taking a sip of water, the girl continued, "These rats have a large number of hobgoblins as allies, and it seems that they have also hired a group of ogres to work for them."

"Anyway, they are just scum that can be killed with one axe," Oakley paused and added, "Ogres need two axes, the first axe to chop the knees, and the second axe to chop the head. How is Eternal Peak? We haven't seen a messenger from there for a while."

"That's exactly what I'm going to say next," An Jiyue glanced at Oakley, "Let me make it clear first, you need to calm down."

"Calm down. And then?"

"Eternal Peak is under siege."

"Damn it!" The dwarf chief jumped up: "The fortress is in danger, we must rush there immediately!"

"Wake up, what can you do with just a hundred of you? And so what if we are besieged? Do you have no confidence in the defense system of Yongheng Peak? The reason why these greenskins dare to stay so close to Yongheng Peak is because your people are temporarily too busy to deal with these stray dogs." An Jiyue took out a piece of bread from her backpack, tore off a small piece and put it into her mouth: "I don't know more detailed information. The prisoner I captured is just a small leader of the wolf cavalry, and that's all I know. I plan to go to Yongheng Peak again tomorrow to take a look."

"Since the day the Eternal Peak was built, it has never fallen," Oakley scratched his head in annoyance, as if trying to convince himself, "Even in the era when the Ancestral God still walked the earth, the endless demonic tides never shook it in the slightest!"

"So why are you in such a hurry? The biggest trouble right now is probably those greenskins who are out of food." The bread was dry and hard, and An Jiyue could only swallow it with difficulty. "There are at least eight thousand orcs, maybe even ten thousand. You can't defeat them no matter what, not even with my magic."

"Even if we can't win, my people and I will never bring shame to the honor of our ancestors!" Oakley shouted.

"Actually, I have an idea." The girl took a few more bites of bread. Unable to bear the rough texture of the bread, she stuffed the remaining half of the bread back into her backpack. "There should be some of your bases nearby. If we add them all together, how many warriors can we gather to fight?"

"I can gather seventy rangers," said the dwarf ranger who had been standing by and watching silently. An Jiyue still didn't know his name. "If you can give me a week, I can go to the north to contact the Frostbeard clan. They can mobilize four hundred rangers, all of whom are good at using axes and crossbows."

“There are no other farming clans around here,” Oakley muttered. “This used to be full of valleys grazing with goats and yaks, but now we are the only ones here, holding on to the land our ancestors left us.”

"Okay, I knew it," An Jiyue looked at the ranger first, "The Frostbeard clan is too far away from here, and it will be difficult for them to arrive in time, but it's better to have them than not. I suggest you gather the nearby rangers first, and then go find the Frostbeard clan. If they move fast enough, they should be able to catch up with the battle at Eternal Peak."

"I swear I will return with reinforcements," the dwarf ranger said. "Not even death can stop me from fulfilling my oath."

When the dwarf ranger said this, his tone was not very passionate, but serious and firm. When he left the small camp, a younger-looking ranger followed him, while the other rangers watched him leave silently.

"Then it's our turn," An Jiyue watched the two rangers go away, then turned his gaze back to Oakley, "My spell can bury any enemy in the mountains, but the prerequisite is that someone must protect me when I guide the wind of magic. I don't think you and your people can hold out against the onslaught of tens of thousands of greenskins until I finish the spell."

"Damn it, are you looking down on the dwarves?!"

"I'm just stating the facts. One hundred Ironbreakers plus a famous dwarf lord, combined with a favorable terrain suitable for defense, might be able to do it, but you only have 92 short-bearded guys and 11 long-bearded guys under your command," the girl said, glancing in a certain direction of the camp, "plus 15 rangers who can't even get a sip of hot soup."

"Mocking us won't make the current situation any better," said a long-bearded warrior who came over at some point. "Just tell us what your plan is, Little Moon. Aunt Dagna trusts you. You passed her test, so we are willing to trust you too."

"I heard that dwarf rangers sometimes rely on avalanches to deal with dwarf enemies," An Jiyue raised his head slightly and looked at the mountains in the distance. "Greenskins are cunning creatures. This group of greenskins did not disband even though they were out of food for half a month. This shows that the warlord who led them is a very powerful guy. In other words, the general tactics of luring the enemy may not be effective."

As night fell, hundreds of dwarves sat on the ground around a dozen bonfires, smoking cigarettes and listening to stories told by the oldest dwarf in the team. An Jiyue, who was among them, looked at these dwarves, these stubborn and obstinate souls: "Is there any place nearby that can trigger an avalanche and is sufficiently closed in terms of terrain?"

"Yes," Oakley replied immediately, "a lot."

"My plan is to let the rangers harass the greenskins first. They don't need to cause any substantial damage to the enemy, as long as they can make the greenskins chase us," An Jiyue began to explain her plan for a daytime battle, "and the main force needs to wait in advance on the pre-selected battlefield. If there are not many greenskins chasing us, we will destroy them. If there are enough, I will use magic to trigger an avalanche and bury these things that shouldn't come into the world. The point is, in order to make the greenskins take the bait, we must also be within the range of the avalanche. When the avalanche comes, I will use magic to take everyone away from the danger zone."

"Magic, or magic," Oakley scratched his head vigorously, "Can't we fight in a more dwarven way?"

"Very good," An Jiyue nodded, "It seems that you have no objection to triggering an avalanche and burying yourself."

"As long as the homeland where our clan has lived for generations is safe, I don't care about more dangerous work!" The dwarf chief put the helmet on his head. He planned to wear it to sleep today: "Let everyone go to bed quickly. There will be no time for them to rest tomorrow!"

Chapter 8 The Stone and the Beast (Part 1)

The sun is rising and the sky is cloudless.

The time was the fourth day after An Jiyue's crossing, and the location was a dwarf town that had been abandoned for many years. The night before, after finalizing the battle plan, Oakley and several long-bearded warriors discussed it and finally chose this place as the battlefield to fight the greenskins.

This is a town that has been abandoned for two hundred years. The original owner was a now extinct agricultural clan. Two hundred years ago, the former Eternal Chosen, Esava Kul, led his troops to invade the Old World, and the flames of war spread to every corner of the known world. Although the Eternal Peak area was not the main battlefield, the town was still attacked by Chaos Demons. Although the dwarves eventually repelled the demons, the agricultural clan that originally lived here was almost wiped out.

"Grandma was the only survivor," Oakley said of the ruins. "She had just returned to attend her brother's funeral, and then the demons appeared. They fought behind every wall, chopping down demons one after another. But the enemies kept appearing from the void, and no matter how many were killed, more would appear. The battle lasted until night, and even the women took up weapons and joined the battle under the leadership of Grandma. During the battle, Grandma encountered a bloodthirsty demon. It chopped off Grandma's legs, but this could not stop a dwarf determined to avenge her relatives. In the end, Grandma released some kind of power and exiled all the demons."

"Some kind of power?" An Jiyue, who was carving talismans on the stone slab with cinnabar, raised her head when she heard the words: "What power?"

"I don't know. Grandma refused to reveal the details. She said she swore a secret in the name of her ancestors." The dwarf chief shook his head. "That power not only banished the demons, but also purified the land."

An Jiyue closed her eyes and felt it for a while. "Hmm... I roughly guessed what it is." The girl opened her eyes and said in a subtle tone. "No, don't look at me," An Jiyue said quickly when she saw the dwarf chief looking at her, "Your grandmother chose to keep it secret for a reason, and my guess may not be accurate. Are the rangers back?"

The dwarf chief stared at An Jiyue's face for a long time before answering, "Not yet."

An Jiyue flew almost all day yesterday. She first flew to the vicinity of the Eternal Peak and saw, as expected, an army of astonishing size, storming the towering gate of the Eternal Peak. It turned out that the information obtained from the captives was incomplete, because in addition to the ratmen and hobgoblins, which were large enough to fill the valley, and a team of ogre mercenaries hired by the two, An Jiyue also saw the figures of Chaos Dwarves.

There were not many fallen people who believed in Hasut, the father of darkness, and were obsessed with magic. There were only about a thousand of them. They were behind the front line and did not participate in the battle. An Jiyue guessed that this messy coalition might be testing the defense layout of Yongheng Peak. After finding out the main firepower points of the defenders, they would use the notorious artillery of the Chaos Dwarves to make the final decision. Anyway, they had plenty of cannon fodder, so they would not feel bad if they died.

After confirming that the defense of Yongheng Peak was still solid and could not be broken through by the enemy in a short time, An Jiyue went back to the town and asked the dwarves who stayed behind for some cinnabar. As one of the dwarf strongholds along the Silver Road, the town was small in size, but it could find all kinds of strange and exotic goods. An Jiyue even saw a jar of Nibon sake in the warehouse... It was a pity that there was really no yellow paper, and no one in the old world would buy this thing.

While An Jiyue was busy flying around, Oakley and his tribesmen were not idle either. After the dwarves arrived at the selected battlefield, they immediately began to set up their positions without even taking a breath. They selectively demolished some buildings and piled the demolished building materials at various intersections to form barricades; lead bullets, bundles of crossbow arrows, and barrels of gunpowder unloaded from flatbed carts were placed in various barricades in different categories, so that the dwarves could use them at any time during the battle.

The dwarves worked tirelessly from morning till night to strengthen defenses and set up obstacles. They lit a bonfire and worked hard under limited lighting until the second half of the night.

An Jiyue also didn't rest much. It was hard for her to tell whether she was excited or nervous. Holding a star iron carving knife from the dwarves, the girl carved a talisman on a specially selected stone slab, then poured the prepared cinnabar into the carving groove, and finally cast a spell to inject magic power. She even slept later than the dwarves. It was not until dawn that An Jiyue, who couldn't stand it any longer, was driven into the tent and lay down for two hours under Oakley's impatient urging.

After carving the last talisman, An Jiyue directed the two short-bearded boys sent by Oakley to help, and buried all the stone slabs in the pre-calculated positions in a specific order. The girl breathed a sigh of relief only when the last stone slab was buried in the soil.

"So what is the use of this thing? Or, does it really work?" asked the dwarf chief suspiciously.

"To put it in terms you can understand, these Zhendan runes can guide and store the wind of magic," An Jiyue wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, "When I need to cast spells that consume a lot of energy, I don't need to spend a long time slowly guiding the wind of magic, but can make the spell take shape immediately."

"It better work. At least better than the engineers' inventions," muttered the dwarf chieftain.

"I thought you belonged to a more open-minded clan," An Jiyue unscrewed the kettle and found that it was empty. "Look, your town even has electric lights."

The dwarf chief was about to speak when a low horn sounded from the other side of the ruins and interrupted him. A moment later, a dwarf with a musket on his back ran over, grunting: "Chief, the rangers are back!"

"Great," Oakley grinned, "It's finally time to start!"

Compared to when they set out, the returning dwarf rangers were four fewer. Almost all of the injured rangers brought the latest news about the greenskins: just as the plan expected, the greenskins came out in full force and headed straight for this place.

By the way, the rangers also gave the exact number of greenskins: 1.1 greenskins, including orcs, more than trolls, and even a giant. In addition, the bad news is that these greenskins have a lot of spear throwers and catapults. Even though they were chased by the rats and fled all the way here, these greenskins were reluctant to throw away these bulky belongings.

"The force ratio is one hundred to one, and the other side has heavy firepower," An Jiyue shrugged, "That's great."

The dwarves did not panic or waver, whether it was the long-bearded warriors or the short-bearded guys who were fighting for the first time in their lives. The actual situation was that when they learned that all the greenskins were coming for them, the dwarves were generally relieved. If the greenskins chose to split their forces in two, with half coming to deal with this small dwarf force and the other half attacking the town, the dwarves alone would have no way to prevent their homes from being destroyed by the greenskins.

If the greenskins divided their forces at this time, An Jiyue would have to take Oakley and a few of the most skilled longbeards with him to launch a decapitation operation from the air, trying to find and kill the general of the greenskin army before the true energy ran out... Fortunately, the worst situation did not happen.

As for escaping?

For some reason, An Jiyue found that she had never considered options like escape from the beginning to the end.

"Everyone, listen to me," An Jiyue clapped her hands, attracting the attention of everyone present. "We all know how the greenskins reproduce. If they can stay where they are for another half a month, they will be able to solve the problem of food shortage and get a steady supply of troops... At that time, we will really be powerless to save the situation."

The dwarves stopped whispering and looked at An Jiyue at the same time.

"Our only chance to win is to bury these green beasts here. This chance is so slim, as if it is just a candle in a hurricane, the flickering flame will be extinguished at any time in the ruthless shouting..." An Jiyue took a deep breath, "But it doesn't matter! If it is to protect the homeland where generations have lived, then there is nothing to be afraid of! Fight, son of the stone, in the name of our ancestors and homeland! Let the roar resound through the mountains, and let the oath glorify the ancestors! KhazukanKazakit-ha!!"

"KhazukanKazakit-ha!!!" The dwarves raised their axes and hammers high above their heads and roared in unison.

Chapter 9: The Stone and the Beast (Part 2)

Before hearing the greenskins' shouting, An Jiyue first smelled the unique stench of the greenskins.

The rangers who had taken the shortcut back had just sat down to rest for a while when a group of goblin wolf riders appeared on the hills in the distance. These cunning little greenskins shouted for a while in the distance, using all kinds of unbearable slang to curse wantonly. They took out a few dwarf heads that were shaved and still bleeding, stuck them on spears and shook them left and right, making harsh laughs at the dwarves here.

Some young bearded men immediately got angry and rushed out with axes to chop the goblins; but under the stern gaze of the long-bearded warriors, the commotion was immediately quelled. No dwarf left his post without permission, no matter how fierce their anger was. After a while, seeing that the dwarves were not fooled, the wolf riders could only ride on their giant wolf mounts in dismay and disappear from the dwarves' sight while cursing.

The dwarves didn't have to wait too long. A moment later, more wolf riders jumped onto the hill, looking at the once prosperous valley with ill intentions. An Jiyue could feel the stone slabs under her feet trembling slightly, and the dwarves all tightened their weapons. The sound of greenskin horns came from far outside the valley. The wolf riders reluctantly trotted into the valley, then separated to both sides, leaving the middle road.

Thousands of orcs followed the path opened by the wolf riders and poured into this beautiful valley. The warlords who ruled them obviously had enough prestige or brutality, because no greenskins charged without authorization, even though their restlessness was visible to the naked eye. When the greenskin vanguard was about to enter the range of the dwarf crossbows, most of them stopped at the command of the horn; the few who couldn't stop suddenly had half a trembling crossbow arrow shaft on their heads, and then fell to the ground with a muffled groan.

The orcs waited for a while. A chariot, pulled by two fat wild boars, creaked and drove to the front of the battle. An orc boy who was unable to dodge was knocked down by the wild boar, and the chariot just ran over it without paying any attention.

A big, green orc boss stood proudly on the chariot, with an axe as big as half a millstone on his shoulder. "My boys!" The orc boss's loud voice spread across the battlefield: "Follow me!"

[There are still 667 hours until the War Codex goes online. 】

An Jiyue glanced at the projection screen that only she could see, and then turned her attention back to the battlefield. Led by the wild boar chariot, the orcs began to charge, and the whole valley was filled with the greenskins' roaring battle cry.

"WAAAGH!!"

The dwarves began to shoot. Amid the sound of bowstrings and the crisp explosion of black gunpowder, crossbow arrows and lead bullets crashed into the surging green tide, but could not stop it at all. "Do you think that is their commander?" Taking advantage of the last bit of time before the greenskins rushed up, An Jiyue was doing two things at once, guiding the wind of magic to weave into a sophisticated spell, while asking Oakley beside him.

"Whether it is or not," the dwarf chieftain stared at the battlefield in front of him, "the greenskins must die!"

Thunder roared, and a winding silver snake shot out from the sky, falling straight down and hitting the ground heavily. The still accelerating wild boar chariot was instantly enveloped by dazzling white light, and the crudely made heavy body was torn apart by the dancing thunder. When the white light remaining in the retina dissipated, whether it was the orc boy responsible for driving, the orc boss wielding a huge axe and shouting in battle, or the two wild boars responsible for pulling the chariot, they all disappeared without a trace, leaving only the lingering smell of burning in the air to prove that they had existed.

As expected, the greenskins did not collapse. The orc leader who jumped out on his own initiative was not the warlord of this greenskin army. He might be the leader of a greenskin tribe, leading the attack as a vanguard under the order of the warlord.

The orcs rushed across the open plain at full speed. Their numbers made the long-range firepower of the dwarves seem almost useless. The fastest orc suddenly stepped on empty air and fell into the pit in a daze. The greenskins' attack was briefly delayed for a moment, but the pit was immediately filled with orc corpses - the orcs at the back didn't know what was happening, they just rushed forward, and the orcs in front could only curse as they were pushed into the pit.

Then he was stabbed to the core by the sharp spikes at the bottom of the pit.

After wasting no time in firing the last volley, the dwarves put away their ranged weapons and replaced them with axes or war hammers for close combat. At the command of the veteran, the dwarves raised their huge round shields above their heads. The next moment, countless sticks, axes, and machetes smashed down on their heads, playing a noisy and chaotic drumbeat on the all-steel shields.

The dwarves held on to their shields, no matter how powerful the force coming from them was. They held their shields in their left hands and swung their weapons with their right hands. The sharp axe blades and heavy hammers smashed their knees and ripped open their bellies. The greenskins' crude armor was ineffective against the sophisticated dwarven craftsmanship.

And when the orc falls to the ground due to the injury, the dwarf's second blow will hit the orc's head just right.

No matter how the orcs hacked and smashed, the dwarf shield wall remained standing. The defenders used the ruins of buildings and barricades to build a solid circular defense line. The orcs came from all directions, constantly squeezing the dwarf shield wall; and the dwarves were nailed to the position like nails, even if they were pushed back half a step by the green tide outside the shield wall, they would roar and push back with their shields the next moment.

There was a strange whistling sound in the air. The next second, several orcs were strung together like candied haws.

"Goblin spear throwers," Oakley swung his axe to knock down a big guy and glanced over there from the corner of his eye, "Ha, their accuracy is as green as ever!"

"I'll go deal with the greenskin artillerymen..." An Jiyue, who was protected by two long-bearded warriors behind him, just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by Oakley.

"That's not necessary," the dwarf chief jumped up and split the other big guy's head with an axe, "Focus on your mission and don't worry about anything else!"

An orc shaman, covered with all kinds of small things, approached the front line of the battle. It waved its bone staff, dancing and chanting like a shaman. WAAAGH!! Energy gathered towards it, but the orc shaman's spell was barely formed when An Jiyue, who had noticed it a long time ago, took action.

In a realm that mortal eyes cannot see, a small gust of magic suddenly started, gathering together and piercing the newly formed greenskin magic. Before the orc shaman could react to what happened, its head exploded from the inside out. The energy that had gathered was WAAAGH!! It suddenly lost control and then vented out in the most violent way.

With the headless orc shaman as the center of the explosion, a small green mushroom cloud rose slowly. The rolling air waves blew away the surrounding greenskins, and the shock wave tore hundreds of orcs into pieces in an instant.

No greenskin shaman could successfully cast his spell under An Jiyue's eyes. The greenskins' magic was self-contained and very...strange. But in the final analysis, the greenskins were never a race that excelled in magic. Under An Jiyue's tight defense, any greenskin shaman who tried to get close to the front line of the battle would be noticed by the girl the first time he tried to cast a spell, and then he would be accurately and fatally countered with a spell.

When the head of the seventh orc shaman also exploded with a "bang", it was not known whether all the greenskin spellcasters on the opposite side were dead, or the greenskin warlord who had not yet appeared finally realized that this behavior was futile. An Jiyue never saw a new greenskin shaman come out to seek death again. Looking around, the dwarf defense line was full of orc corpses. These layers of remains piled up higher and higher, and the orcs rushing up from behind could even step on the pile of corpses and jump directly onto the dwarf shields.

In fact, they did so. Some dwarf warriors were knocked over by the green weights that fell from the sky. Before they could get up, they were trampled by the orcs' stinking big feet and hit and chopped by sticks and machetes. From time to time, short spears fell from the sky. Most of them stabbed the orcs, but occasionally a few short spears were lucky enough to go straight into the dwarf ranks. The poor accuracy of the goblin spear throwers was compensated by their numerical advantage, although every time they fired, a few spear throwers would have various strange malfunctions or simply fall apart on the spot.

The dwarves' famous shield wall finally began to loosen under the wild attack of the greenskins. There were fewer and fewer dwarves who could still stand, and their number was no longer enough to maintain the integrity of the shield wall. Under Oakley's order, the dwarves began to shrink their defense line while resisting the continuous onslaught of the orcs. More greenskins poured into this not-so-big valley, and those who couldn't squeeze in could only shout, push, and quarrel on the periphery, and finally simply fought with other orcs nearby.

When a giant nearly three stories tall stepped into the valley surrounded by a group of big guys, An Jiyue, who had been monitoring the entire battlefield with the [Xuan Guang Mirror], knew that it was time.

"Now!" She released waves of lightning to separate the greenskins and dwarves, then turned and shouted at Oakley.

The dwarf chief closed the detonator without any hesitation.

Chapter 10 Ending

When she was young, An Jiyue lived with her grandparents in her hometown in the countryside.

It was a southern rural village surrounded by rolling hills, with bamboo and camphor trees growing everywhere. A shallow stream ran through the village, with a whole expanse of basalt at the bottom of the water, covered with pebbles that had been washed white by the water. Normally, these rocks were always covered with a thin layer of silt.

Every summer, typhoons hit this coastal province. Compared with cities and counties closer to the sea, An Jiyue's hometown is basically not at risk of disasters. Continuous heavy rainfall will bring roaring mountain torrents after several days of brewing. The stream water, which is usually only half a calf deep, will turn into a muddy torrent that is enough to submerge a single-story bungalow and rush through the valley.

The dam, built half a century ago, is tested every year. This old comrade has protected the young and old in the village safely every time. It stands tall and unmoved in the deafening roar of the mountain torrents until the water gradually returns to a gentle flow, and the stream becomes clear again, and once again becomes only enough to wet half of the calf... The only change is that the silt at the bottom of the stream will be washed away, and all kinds of debris washed down from upstream will appear on the stream beach.

And now, An Jiyue heard the similar yet different roar again, the sound that was almost forgotten deep in her memory.