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

The piercing alarm sound made Lin Mo's expression change instantly.

He pulled open the map of mountains and rivers, his gaze fixed on the north side of the Iron Wall Pass.

At the edge shrouded in black mist, a red dot of light, representing hostility, was slowly moving towards Iron Wall Pass.

They move slowly, but their objective is clear.

"I knew it. After occupying such a large Iron Wall Pass, they're never going to settle down."

Lin Mo zoomed in on the map, and then zoomed in again.

The picture is clear now.

However, after seeing the enemy clearly, Lin Mo was filled with doubt.

It was an army, that's true, but...

Leading the group was an old man with gray hair, riding an equally aged warhorse.

He was followed by a group of soldiers, whose average age was probably over fifty.

The number of people is not large, probably just over three thousand.

What kind of operation is this?

The Sunset Red Suicide Squad?

The North received the news and sent a group of elderly tourists to offer their condolences.

Or do they think I, Lin Mo, am an easy target, and that they can just send a bunch of elderly suicide squads to wipe me out?

Is this group here to fight a war or to dance in the square in front of the Iron Wall Pass?

A series of question marks flooded Lin Mo's mind.

The situation was unclear, but one thing was certain: he had to go back immediately.

"Let's go plant fruit."

With a gentle tug on her robe, Jiang Zhiwei stood barefoot on the ground, loosely draped in Lin Mo's outer robe, her face filled with seriousness and anticipation.

Lin Mo looked down at her eyes, which were filled with the thought that "for the baby, there is no time to lose," and felt a little helpless.

He placed the amber-colored seed of immortality into Jiang Zhiwei's hand, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her forehead hard.

"My wife, listen to me, something has happened at Iron Wall Pass, I have to go back immediately."

"I'm entrusting this precious seed to you."

Lin Mo spoke very quickly.

"Find a propitious spot, dig a hole, bury some soil, count to five, then pour a little water on it using the magic gourd. Remember, just a little!"

After giving his instructions, Lin Mo turned and rushed to the bedroom, hurriedly starting to get dressed.

Seeing his anxious expression, Jiang Zhiwei knew the situation was urgent and didn't press the matter further.

She followed him inside, trying to help Lin Mo tidy his clothes, just like the other older women did.

As a result, in the rush of his hands and feet, he almost tied Lin Mo's belt into a knot that was impossible to untie.

"I can do it myself! I can do it myself!"

Lin Mo snatched the belt, both amused and exasperated.

When he was finally dressed and ready to go out, a pair of soft arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

"Me and the baby are waiting for you."

Jiang Zhiwei's cheek was pressed against Lin Mo's back, her voice muffled, but every word was crystal clear.

Lin Mo stopped moving.

He turned around and looked at the girl who had just become a mother, whose eyes still held a hint of naivety and infinite dependence. The softest part of his heart was deeply touched.

He didn't say anything, but lowered his head and kissed the lips that he had bitten the night before, which were slightly red and swollen.

After a long while, their lips parted.

"Be good at home."

Lin Mo ruffled her hair, then left the Hundred Herbs Garden without looking back.

……

the other side.

In the northern border, on the ancient road leading to Iron Wall Pass.

An army is slowly advancing.

A procession of three thousand people is not considered large, but the marching formation is as neat as if it had been cut with a knife or axe.

Their armor was old-fashioned and marked by the passage of time.

The weapon in his hand was not the current standard model, but it was polished to a shine.

There were hardly any young faces in the group.

Most of them had graying temples and their faces were covered with wrinkles etched by the elements.

But their ramrod-straight backs and their eyes, weathered by battle and steeped in blood and fire, gave this "elderly army" a chilling sense of majesty.

At the very front of the procession, an elderly general with white hair and beard reined in his horse and stopped.

His warhorse seemed tired too, snorting and exhaling two puffs of white vapor.

"General, the brothers are all getting on in years. They've walked for most of the day; they should take a rest."

A one-eyed lieutenant leaned over and said.

The old man referred to as the general was none other than Meng Hu, a renowned veteran general in the Hanshan Army.

Meng Hu looked up at the sky, then looked back at the faces behind him, faces etched with weariness yet still resolute, and nodded.

"Pass down the order: rest on the spot, set up camp, and cook!"

"yes!"

However, the order had just been issued.

"Giddy up! Giddy up!"

In the distance, a scout on horseback galloped towards the main camp like a madman, the figure on horseback swaying precariously as if he might fall off at any moment.

"It's the fourth brother!"

The one-eyed lieutenant recognized the newcomer.

The scout rushed forward, then flipped over and fell off his horse.

Ignoring the dust covering his body, he knelt down before Meng Huma.

"General...General! Something terrible has happened!"

Seeing the scout's terrified expression, Meng Hu was not angry at all; instead, he laughed.

He patted the saddle.

"Fourth brother, did you learn your riding skills from that donkey at the village entrance?"

"Why are you bringing a wrestling performance? How old are you? Can't you be a little more composed?"

The surrounding veterans let out a good-natured chuckle.

"Fourth brother, your old bones are too fragile for a fall! Did you sneak a drink last night without telling us?"

"Haha, I think the fourth brother is really old. He shouldn't be a scout anymore; he should clean our chamber pots instead!"

"Hahaha! Sixth Brother, I think you're right!"

These old guys who followed Meng Hu out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood were used to teasing each other like this.

Brothers who have been through thick and thin together, the harsher they curse each other, the deeper their bond.

However, the scout known as the fourth brother had no intention of joking at this moment.

His face was deathly pale, his lips trembled, and his voice changed as he pointed to the entrance of the canyon ahead.

"No! There's a wall... there's a wall in front of us!"

"wall?"

The smile on Meng Hu's face faded.

"What nonsense are you talking about! There's a narrow canyon ahead, where's the wall?"

"It really is! It's a giant black wall!"

The fourth brother was so anxious he was about to cry.

"That wall completely blocks the entrance to the canyon! It's completely impenetrable! It's several times higher than the walls of our Northern Kingdom!"

Zhang Si's voice grew louder and louder, until it almost turned into a scream.

The surrounding laughter abruptly stopped.

Everyone looked at the fourth brother as if he were an idiot.

They've walked through the One Line Sky Canyon eighty or a hundred times, if not a hundred. How could a wall just appear out of nowhere?

Meng Hu's face also darkened.

"Old Zhang, there's no joking in the army. Do you know what you're saying?"

"General! I have told the truth! If I have uttered even half a lie, you may cut off my head!"

The fourth brother raised three fingers and swore an oath.

Meng Hu stared at Zhang Laosi for a good ten seconds, making sure he wasn't drunk and acting crazy, and the ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger.

"What the hell is that?!"

"Come on! Let's go take a look!"

Meng Hu grabbed the reins, spurred the horse's flanks, and was about to order the entire army to advance.

However, a woman's voice came from the carriage next to them.

"Uncle Meng, wait a moment."