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

Zhenbei City, East Market.

Inside the underground irrigation canal, Lin Mo covered his ears tightly. The whole world was buzzing violently, and his mind was completely muddled.

The ground beneath my feet shook violently, and bricks and dirt rained down from above, like a dirty downpour.

The wall was blown through.

There is more than one wall.

Lin Mo used his meager, rudimentary knowledge of explosives he had learned from TV dramas.

Along this main road, they insanely crammed in a "large firecracker" every so often.

Now, they all sounded together.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The once smooth and hard bluestone pavement was suddenly torn apart from the ground by an unparalleled force.

Black soil, broken stones, and stagnant water mixed together, shooting skyward and creating a "fountain" several meters high.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight terrifying, bottomless pits belching black smoke appeared on the once wide street outside the armory.

"Cough cough... Ptooey!"

Lin Mo crawled out of one of the holes, covered in dust and spitting out a mouthful of dark saliva.

In the instant of the explosion, he had no time to think.

Instinctively, he pulled Chu Mengyao next to him and held her tightly in his arms.

He used his own back to bear most of the falling bricks and stones.

At that moment, amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the figure in his arms stirred.

Chu Mengyao broke free, her pretty face smeared with soot, making her look like a little kitten, with an unnatural blush on her cheeks.

She turned her head away and said quickly in a barely audible voice, "...Thanks."

Just now, she was pressed against a burning hot chest by an immense force.

The air was filled with the man's domineering aura, and the dull thud of gravel hitting his back.

Lin Mo hadn't even had a chance to tease her yet,

One after another, figures covered in mud, like demons crawling out of hell, silently emerged from those dark holes.

Their bodies were still covered in the sticky, slippery mud from the underground irrigation ditch.

But that suppressed, overwhelming killing intent was even more chilling than the winter night's cold wind.

Three thousand veterans of the Mountain-Shaking Army have seen the light of day again.

After a brief silence, someone, with a hoarse voice, let out the first roar.

"Avenge the old general!"

That roar was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg.

"Avenge the young general!"

"Avenge my 30,000 brothers in the Mountain Shaking Army!!"

"kill--!"

In an instant, the three thousand old tigers, which had been suppressed for too long, were completely awakened.

They roared like wild beasts, brandishing their longswords, and launched a desperate charge toward the brightly lit armory.

The guards at the armory were dumbfounded.

What the hell is going on?

A bunch of mud figures sprouted from the ground?

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack! Quick! Form ranks!"

The leading captain was the first to react, drawing his sword and shouting at the top of his lungs.

But it was all too late.

These garrison troops usually act arrogantly and domineeringly in the city.

Aside from oppressing the people and collecting protection money, where else have you ever seen such a scene, like a painting of hell?

What they were facing now was the Mountain Shaking Army, who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, swept across the northern border, and survived hundreds of battles!

Even though they are old, their ingrained instinct for killing has long been integrated into their blood.

A veteran of the Mountain Shaking Army faced three young defenders who charged forward.

He neither dodged nor avoided the spear, letting it pierce his left shoulder with a "thud," drawing out a spray of hot blood.

The excruciating pain seemed to be nonexistent.

The old soldier didn't even frown; instead, he grinned a sinister smile.

Using the force of the opponent's spear thrust forward, his body moved forward like a ghost!

The short knife in his hand drew an extremely cold arc in the firelight.

puff!puff!puff!

Three muffled sounds, like a sharp blade slicing through a throat, echoed in the air.

Three heads, still bearing expressions of astonishment, flew high into the air, leaving three streaks of blood in the sky.

The veteran expressionlessly pulled out the rifle that was still stuck in his shoulder.

He tossed it aside like a useless fire poker and pounced on the next terrified enemy.

This is not a fight at all.

This was a one-sided massacre.

Three thousand wild beasts, fed with hatred and humiliation for years, finally charged into the unprepared sheepfold.

With a flash of light, severed limbs flew everywhere.

A roar erupted, followed by a bloody mess.

The once arrogant and domineering defenders were now crying out for their parents, abandoning their armor and weapons, and unable to put up any decent resistance.

Lin Mo felt a chill run down his spine as he watched this scene.

Goodness, these old men are even more formidable than he imagined.

"Boy, protect Yao'er!"

A loud shout rang in my ears.

Lin Mo hadn't reacted yet.

Then I felt a soft, fragrant body being suddenly pushed from behind and crashing solidly into my arms.

He turned around and saw Meng Hu's big face right in front of him.

Without saying a word, the old general shoved Chu Mengyao into his arms.

"I'll go open the city gate!"

After saying this, Meng Hu, his eyes bloodshot, pointed to a group of men beside him and charged towards the east gate without looking back.

Lin Mo was left alone, holding the completely frozen Chu Mengyao in his arms, bewildered in the blood-scented wind.

"you……"

Chu Mengyao raised her head, her cheeks flushed red, and met Lin Mo's playful eyes. Her mind went completely blank.

She shoved Lin Mo away abruptly, awkwardly straightening her clothes: "It's none of your business..."

But before he could finish speaking, a soldier who had managed to break through the veterans' lines saw a beautiful woman standing alone.

His eyes lit up, and he raised his knife and slashed at her.

"ah!"

Chu Mengyao couldn't dodge in time and instinctively let out a scream.

The expected pain did not come.

She felt a sudden tightening around her waist, and was pulled back by a brute force, crashing into that firm embrace for the third time.

boom!

Lin Mo didn't even glance at the soldier. He grabbed Chu Mengyao, spun around, and delivered a powerful whip kick to the guard's chest.

The man looked like a smashed watermelon, his chest caved in at an odd angle.

He was sent flying seven or eight meters away, knocking down several of his companions along the way, before landing without a sound.

"The battlefield is in complete chaos, Grand Strategist Chu."

Lin Mo wrapped his arms around her slender waist, but showed no intention of letting go. Instead, he deliberately lowered his head and blew a breath near her reddened ear.

"You have such delicate skin, it would be such a shame if someone with no eyes could cut your face with a knife."

He finished speaking without waiting for Chu Mengyao's reaction.

Lin Mo held her in his arms, then suddenly pushed off with his feet, soaring into the sky like a roc spreading its wings.

Under the horrified gazes of the surrounding soldiers, it nimbly landed on top of a clock tower several tens of meters high.

The view from here is expansive, offering a complete overview of the situation on the entire eastern battlefield.

"You...put me down!"

Chu Mengyao was about to struggle, but her gaze inadvertently swept downwards.

At a height of tens of meters, below were densely packed crowds, fighting like ants, and a blurry bloodstain.

Her face turned pale instantly.

A wave of dizziness, like the world spinning around, rushed straight to my head.

"what……"

She screamed, instinctively closed her eyes, and clung tightly to Lin Mo's neck with both hands.

She clung to him like a frightened koala, her body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind, too afraid to move.

Lin Mo clearly felt the body in his arms trembling violently.

And those two incredibly soft mounds, pressed tightly against their owner's chest because of his fear, were extremely prominent.

"What's wrong, Military Advisor Chu?"

Lin Mo couldn't resist starting to play tricks.

"Weren't you so proud just now? Why aren't you pushing me away now?"

As he spoke, he made a move to loosen his grip on her waist.

"Ah! No, no, no! Don't let it go!"

Chu Mengyao was immediately terrified and clung to him even tighter.

She buried her head firmly in Lin Mo's chest, daring not to look down any further.

"I was wrong! Please don't let go! Please!"

Is this still the same strategist of the Mountain Shaking Army, who was so resourceful, aloof, and arrogant?

Lin Mo almost burst out laughing.

After all that, it turns out this ice queen is actually a chronic case of acrophobia.