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

The moon slowly sets, and a ray of dawn pierces the eastern horizon.

The light in Chu Mengyao's bedroom was still dim.

The heavy curtains blocked out most of the light, and a faint, ambiguous, and damp scent lingered in the air.

Lin Mo shifted his body, and a sharp, tingling pain shot through his lower back, making him grit his teeth.

He looked down and saw the person in his arms curled up, fast asleep.

That usually icy and aloof pretty face now had a flush that hadn't yet faded.

Her long eyelashes were still damp, I wonder what she was dreaming about.

"No, no more... um..."

A soft, cat-like murmur escaped from Chu Mengyao's lips.

Lin Mo chuckled.

This woman is a deadly vixen; she almost drained him dry last night.

However, now is not the time to reminisce.

Lin Mo glanced at the faint light streaming in through the window, and with a thought, the "Map of Mountains and Rivers" slowly unfolded in his mind.

On the map, the huge red ball of light representing Yuwen Biao's army has completely changed shape.

It is no longer a dense whole, but has turned into a cluster of sparse little red dots.

Like a group of terrified groundhogs, they were moving towards Zhenbei City at an extremely slow pace.

"Oh, you've gotten smarter?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

He zoomed in, and the image instantly became clear.

At the very front of that scattered red dot, there was another row of even sparser, lighter-colored red dots.

They moved haphazardly, stopping and starting intermittently.

Every now and then, a red dot would flicker and go out with a "poof".

Lin Mo understood and let out a soft click of his tongue.

"How about playing real-life Minesweeper?"

Yuwen Biao is ruthless.

This is directly using the surrendered garrison of Zhenbei City as expendable resources, paving the way forward inch by inch with human lives.

He has some brains, but not many.

Lin Mo's gaze swept across the map, landing behind the area of ​​red dots.

On the distant horizon, a group of blue dots representing friendly forces were slowly streaking across the sky.

Those were Qin Ruxue's five thousand Xuanjia heavy cavalry.

They were following the safe route he had planned.

Like a pack of patient hunting dogs, they silently followed behind Yuwen Biao's army.

all the best.

Lin Mo estimated the distance and time.

Yuwen Biao's battalion, its morale shattered by the bombing, exhausted and starving, advanced at this snail's pace.

I estimate that in another hour or two, we'll be able to dawdle to the foot of Zhenbei City.

The first phase of the game is coming to an end. It's time to get up and prepare for the final boss battle.

Lin Mo thought about it and prepared to get up.

But as soon as he moved, Chu Mengyao in his arms seemed to sense something.

She groaned softly, tightening her grip on his arm in her sleep, mumbling incoherently.

"Lin Mo...you bad guy...don't go..."

Lin Mo stopped moving.

He looked at the woman in his arms, sleeping like a docile cat, all traces of his icy strategist persona gone.

He tried to pull his arm away, but the person in his arms clung to him even tighter.

Helpless, Lin Mo could only lean down and gently peck her soft lips.

"Sweetheart, sleep well."

"Wait until I get back, then we can continue our 'in-depth discussion'."

After saying that, Lin Mo quietly climbed out of bed, picked up his clothes scattered on the floor, and put them on.

I took one last look at the sleeping figure on the bed, then turned and quietly left the room.

……

The morning wind was biting on the city wall of Zhenbei City.

The horizon was tinged with a pale white, dispelling the last trace of darkness of the long night.

Lin Mo yawned, leaned against the cold battlements, and looked down at the vast Gobi Desert below.

"They're here."

Meng Hu stood beside him, his hands pressed against the edge of the city wall, veins bulging on the back of his hands, clearly extremely nervous.

On the distant horizon, a writhing black line is rapidly expanding and thickening.

That's not a natural phenomenon.

Those are people, an endless number of people.

A black tide is surging towards Zhenbei City, covering everything.

Soon, the vanguard of the Black Tide had arrived at the city walls.

Even after losing 20,000 men in the minefield, the remaining 60,000 remnants still formed a terrifying force that could suffocate any defender of the city.

They stopped beyond the range of the arrows, a dark mass, silent, like a dark cloud pressing down on the city.

"Wow, this is quite a scene. Anyone who didn't know better would think we were here for a concert."

Lin Mo clicked his tongue in amazement.

Meng Hu couldn't understand Lin Mo's words.

Looking down at the numb, exhausted faces below, each with a fierce, beast-like glint in them, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"These guys are all desperados."

"Yeah, their house was stolen, they're definitely outlaws."

Lin Mo expressed his agreement.

Just then, a passage opened up in the enemy's ranks.

Several guards carried a simple door panel and brought a bloated, obese body to the front of the battle.

It was Yuwen Biao.

His chest was wrapped in thick bandages, which were stained with dark red blood.

He lay on the door like a fat pig whose teeth had been pulled, yet he still exuded a fierce aura.

"Lin Mo!!"

Yuwen Biao struggled to sit up, but the movement aggravated his wounds, causing his facial muscles to twitch in pain.

"You despicable and shameless scoundrel! If you have the guts, come down here and fight this general fair and square!"

"All they do is resort to despicable sorcery! What kind of heroes are they!"

On the city wall, Lin Mo stretched.

The fat guy below has a really good voice. He has such lung capacity even with a broken sternum. He's got a special talent.

A fair and square fight?

If I really go down there, I reckon your soldiers will swarm in immediately!

"Master Meng." Lin Mo turned his head.

"exist!"

Meng Hu immediately responded, thinking that he was about to issue some kind of combat order.

"Don't you think this welcoming ceremony was a bit dry?"

Meng Hu was stunned.

"what?"

"Look, they're waving flags and shouting rap over there, the atmosphere's really got there."

As the host country, we can't just leave without making any gesture, can we?

Lin Mo analyzed it in a very serious manner.

Meng Hu was completely unable to keep up with his train of thought.

"So...so what do you mean?"

"Someone come here!"

Lin Mo ignored him completely and shouted at the person behind him.

A group of veterans of the Mountain Shaking Army immediately rushed up.

"Pass on my orders!"

"Bring up all our prepared 'secret weapons'!"

Meng Hu's heart tightened.

The secret weapon?

Could it be that besides landmines and iron cavalry, Lin Mo has also developed other deadly weapons?

Soon, dozens of soldiers carried heavy objects covered with black cloth up the city wall.

Meng Hu leaned closer and curiously lifted a corner of it.

Then, he froze completely.

Beneath the black cloth were neither gleaming ballistae nor strangely shaped catapults.

Instead, they were... simple and archaic... rectangular iron frames?

Below was a pile of black charcoal.

This thing looks exactly like a roasting rack for roasting a whole lamb...

"Young Master Lin... what is this... what's going on?" Meng Hu's voice trembled.

"To begin the court session... no, to begin the fire."

Lin Mo snapped his fingers.

"The main focus is on providing companionship. They're practically at our gates; we should at least offer them a warm welcome, shouldn't we?"

He waved his hand, and his voice echoed throughout the entire city.

"Let the feast begin!"