Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Thirty miles outside Black Wind City, on a hillside.

The wind blew by, carrying a bleak, earthy smell.

Lin Mo found a clean rock to sit on, and Gu Ling'er circled around him like a kitten that couldn't wait for its meal.

Down the hillside, a group of "still vigorous in their old age" craftsmen were doing post-meal digestive exercises.

"Wang Laochui! You're cheating! You used your biceps just now, you agreed to only use your forearms!"

"Bullshit! I was born with superhuman strength; my muscles move on their own. What can I do about it?"

"You're not convinced? Go ahead and try kicking me with your 'Wind Chaser Kick'!"

"Let's give it a try! Watch my Foshan Shadowless Kick!"

"Bang!"

"Holy crap! Liu Xiucai, you're serious! I just mended my pants!"

The artisans, having excess energy, split into two groups.

A group led by Wang Laochui was having an arm-wrestling match to see who could be stronger.

Another group, led by Liu Moxiang, competed to see who could run the most laps around a tree.

The scene was chaotic at times, but filled with a joyful atmosphere.

This isn't a craftsman; this is clearly a superpowered old man who just got out of a mental hospital for some fresh air.

Gu Ling'er finally couldn't hold back any longer and tugged at Lin Mo's sleeve.

"Lin Mo, Lin Mo! What are you waiting for? My darlings can't wait to sing!"

Lin Mo pointed to the group of old men below who were playing catch with an anvil.

"Singing? Are you sure you're not going clubbing?"

"Oh! Tell me quickly!"

Gu Ling'er stomped her foot.

"If we don't bury it soon, it'll get dark! People want to see the fireworks!"

"Don't rush."

Lin Mo spoke slowly.

"We didn't bury radishes, we buried a surprise."

"A surprise must be delivered precisely to the guest's feet to elicit the most genuine screams."

"Precise?"

"Yes, accurate."

Gu Ling'er was completely confused and wanted to ask more, but she saw that Lin Mo had already closed his eyes, looking like an old monk in meditation.

Tch, always being mysterious.

Gu Ling'er snorted and simply sat down, resting her chin on her hand, watching the old men down the mountain continue their all-out brawl with nothing to do.

Lin Mo's mind was already absorbed in the [Map of Mountains and Rivers] in his mind.

A huge virtual map unfolded in his mind.

Within a 50-mile radius of Blackwind City, mountains and rivers are clearly visible.

Beyond that lies a bottomless black fog, representing the unknown.

Time passed amidst the old men's strange cries and Gu Ling'er's rambling.

Even Gu Ling'er started to wilt a little, squatting on the ground drawing circles with a small twig while muttering to herself:

"Fry you, fry you, fry you all into little cookies..."

Sudden.

[WARNING! WARNING! Extremely high density of hostile units detected approaching at high speed!]

[WARNING! Target quantity determined: Extremely large scale!]

A series of sharp alarms exploded wildly in Lin Mo's mind.

The entire interface of the [Map of Mountains and Rivers] was instantly dyed blood red.

On the edge of the black fog in the southeast direction of the map, a tiny red dot lit up without warning.

Then, the second, the third, the fourth...

The red dots are appearing faster and more frequently, spreading like a virus!

In just a few breaths, the black fog in that area was completely dispelled.

Instead, there are thousands upon thousands of densely packed red dots huddled together!

They converged into a massive, chilling red torrent, pressing relentlessly toward Blackwind City with an aura of crushing everything in its path.

An army of 50,000.

Wu Zhong, that madman, has really staked everything he owns.

"They're here."

Lin Mo opened his eyes, and his previous lazy demeanor had vanished without a trace.

He stood up, his previous lazy demeanor vanishing without a trace, replaced by an almost cold focus.

He stared intently at the movement trajectory of the red torrent on the map, accurately calculating the direction of the enemy's main force's advance, the width of its formation, and its estimated arrival time.

A moment later, he took out a sheepskin map that he had prepared beforehand from his pocket and spread it out on the ground with a "whoosh".

"Wang Laochui! Liu Xiucai! Everyone, come here!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out all the noise.

Down the hillside, the sounds of laughter and play abruptly ceased.

The next second, hundreds of burly old men rushed up from the hillside, their movements so fast that they left afterimages.

They stood ramrod straight in front of the map, their faces devoid of any smiles, their eyes filled with fanaticism.

"Team One, Wang Laochui, you lead the team."

Lin Mo drew the largest fan-shaped area on the map with his finger, which was the only way for the enemy's main force to pass.

"You are in charge of this area. Remember, bury a small one every three steps and a large one every ten steps."

"Don't bury them in a straight line, stagger them. Connect the mines with thin lines, so that when one is detonated, it will blow up a whole area."

Old Wang slammed his fist into his own iron-like pectoral muscles, producing a dull thud that sounded like a booming bell.

"Rest assured, young master! I guarantee they'll stumble with every step they take, and ascend to heaven on the spot after every two steps!"

"Second team, third team!"

Lin Mo's finger moved to the woodland on both sides of the official road.

"You're in charge of the flanks. Block the entrances to these two valleys with mines, so that not even a fly can get in."

"yes!"

"Fourth team, fifth team... your mission is guerrilla warfare."

"On these paths, lay mines randomly, without any pattern, the more chaotic the better, the purpose is to harass and delay."

"We want to scare them to death before they even see the city walls!"

Lin Mo finished assigning tasks one by one, his voice calm and clear.

Each order instilled modern mine-laying tactics into these ancient artisans in the most concise and clear way.

Although these old men didn't understand what "品" (pin) meant, they understood the simple phrase "one every three steps, one every ten steps, placed in an alternating pattern."

Their eyes gleamed with excitement and fervor.

"Just one last thing!"

Lin Mo stood up, looked around at everyone, and gave them his instructions, word by word.

"After burying all the landmines, cover them with loose soil or weeds, leaving no trace."

"We want to give each other an invisible gift upon meeting."

"Furthermore, after completing the mission, immediately retreat towards the city wall without lingering!"

"Did you all understand?"

"clear!"

The deafening roar almost overturned the hillside.

"Alright! Let's go!"

At a command.

Upon receiving the order, the craftsmen ceased their playful antics.

They shouldered the heavy mine crates and, like tigers descending a mountain, scattered in a cloud of smoke, rushing towards their respective areas of responsibility.

A deadly web, targeting an army of 50,000, began to be woven silently across this seemingly peaceful mountain wilderness.

Gu Ling'er looked in the direction where the old men had disappeared, her face flushed with excitement, and her whole body trembled slightly.

She grabbed Lin Mo's arm and jumped excitedly.

"Lin Mo! Lin Mo! Let's go back quickly! I need to get to the city wall!"

"I want to see it with my own eyes! With my newly made telescope, I want to see the grandest fireworks display ever!"

Lin Mo raised his hand and pinched her cheeks, which were flushed with excitement.

"Okay, let's head back to town. I'll save you a VIP viewing spot."