Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming: My Haunted Fields Are Spawning Monsters Infinitely

"kill!

Li Qingshan, alone on horseback and armed with a gun, covered in blood and filth, looked like a ghost rather than a human.

The barbarians could be said to have fled at the mere sight of them.

Behind Li Qingshan were hordes of refugees, carrying sickles, wooden sticks, hoes and other weapons, rushing forward like a swarm of bees.

As Li Qingshan walked, he suddenly paused, reined in his horse, and stopped in the wilderness.

The vast wilderness stretched out before them, the north wind howled, and not a single person could be seen in sight.

I think I'm lost.

The northern region is nestled among mountains, and Li Qingshan's activities have always been confined to the vicinity of Qingniu Pass. He doesn't frequent the area further north of the northern region.

Where have I ended up?

Li Qingshan was full of fighting spirit, as if he had an inextinguishable fire burning in his chest.

He turned his horse around and rode north in pursuit.

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Jue Long Valley is in the north; you can't go wrong heading north.

"Kill them!"

At this moment, the drums sounded, the gates of the northern camp swung open, and tens of thousands of soldiers rushed out.

The soldiers were in full armor and equipped, with one man in the lead riding a white horse, wearing a silver helmet and armor, his beard and hair flying under the helmet.

It was none other than Zhou Wohu, the King of the North.

kill!

kill!

kill!

The barbarians lost all will to fight and fled north at breakneck speed.

north.

Ulemon and Zheguer walked out of the cave.

The barbarian soldiers have gradually gathered.

The barbarians from the Canglin tribe took off the bamboo tubes from their bodies, opened the stoppers, and small snakes crawled out of them.

In the winter sun, the snake's body was as red as cinnabar.

The barbarians automatically spread out in a circle to avoid being accidentally injured by these chopstick-shaped snakes.

Zheguer bent down, picked up a bamboo basket, and whistled. The small snakes flowed into the basket like a stream.

Finally, he closed the lid, straightened up, and asked, "Has Lord Shui not returned yet?"

The round-faced barbarian looked terrified: "Lord Shui has been...killed."

"What!" Zhegu'er was shocked. He couldn't believe that anyone in the world could defeat Lord Shui.

"It's absolutely true, I saw it with my own eyes." The round-faced man spoke and gestured as he described what happened last night again.

The man with the braid nodded repeatedly, indicating that what he said was true and that he had seen it with his own eyes.

Zheguer looked on with suspicion. Could this really be true?

At this moment, Ulemon also received the Blood Spirit Stones returned by his subordinates.

At this moment, the four blood spirit stones were as red as blood, lying in the palm of the hand as if they were alive.

"Why are there only four?" He was somewhat surprised, but because Zheguer was still nearby, he didn't ask any further questions.

"Look, the Southerners are attacking!"

Dust billowed into the sky as the troops from the northern camp charged forward.

"Let's go!" Zheguer didn't take any risks. "Let's leave while we still have Juelong Valley in our hands."

The barbarians began to migrate towards the direction of Dragon Valley.

The barbarian horses were fast, and the troops of Da Yan pursued them closely, but still could not catch up with them.

At this moment, the round-faced girl looked up and her face showed a look of horror: "He, he's here."

On the grassy slope ahead, a figure rode out on horseback. He was covered in blood, and under the sunlight, he seemed to be glowing with blood. It was hard to tell whether he was a human or a demon.

"Who?" Zheguer asked.

"Kill! Kill the men who killed Lord Shui!" the round-faced man shouted. "He's here! He hasn't let us go!"

Behind him, Whiphead and the others paled, as if the sounds of last night's battle were ringing in their ears again. Thump, thump—someone actually fell off their horse.

Ulemon and Zheguer were both somewhat surprised. They couldn't understand what kind of skill the other party possessed that could frighten the elite barbarian riders off their horses in just one encounter.

Li Qingshan was also puzzled. What was going on? He had just gotten lost, so why were so many barbarians rushing towards him as soon as he showed up?

He was a little apprehensive, but at the same time, another force compelled him to clench his horse's belly and launch a counter-charge against the barbarian soldiers.

Counter-charge!

A counter-offensive launched by one person.

Ulemon and Zheguer's faces were filled with disbelief. This man was too arrogant. He was either really capable or a madman.

Li Qingshan's speed increased, the wind blew away his hesitation and fear, and at the same time, many images flashed through his mind.

On Tuesday, there was the dog's son, too frightened to speak; the woman whose belly had been cut open; and the infant still in swaddling clothes...

Anger reignited.

He opened his eyes wide, his eyeballs had turned red, and all the hair on his body seemed to stand on end. He clenched his teeth and let out a roar.

Chi!

"Southerners don't allow such arrogant people."

A barbarian officer rushed forward, wielding a large cleaver, and swung it toward Li Qingshan's head.

Li Qingshan picked up the black iron spear and, with a single move, lifted him off the horse like a string of candied hawthorns.

The barbarians gasped in surprise.

Ulemon was somewhat stunned; why did this black iron spear look so familiar?

Ironware was also very precious to the barbarians. There was no one else in the entire northern land who could use such a heavy black iron spear.

That's my son's gun!

Enraged, Ulemon spurred his horse and charged out, roaring, "Give me back my son's life!"

Li Qingshan raised his gun directly and shot him through the chest, leaving him hanging in the air like a skewer of candied hawthorns.

Suddenly, the barbarian army fell silent.

Ulemon is the chieftain of the Red Bone Tribe, and in a sense, he is also the king of the entire grassland.

But how could he just die like that?

At this moment, the King of the North also rushed over with his army and saw a figure in red carrying a black iron spear, from which a corpse flew.

The King of the North's eyes widened immediately. He was all too familiar with the corpse, and the red figure holding the iron spear also seemed vaguely familiar.

But how could this be...?

My heart was in turmoil, but it eventually turned into a smile.

Bang!

As the body fell to the ground, the barbarians erupted into chaos, all chasing after Li Qingshan.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Li Qingshan glanced at Zhou Wohu from afar, popped a blood-red jade into his mouth, and bravely charged out through the rain of arrows.

The little black horse reared up and dashed off like an arrow.

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Da Yan, the capital city.

The imperial palace is located in the very center of the capital city.

A eunuch, bowing low, jogged into the imperial study.

"Your Majesty, I am very happy, very happy..."

On the couch, a man dressed in plain clothes lay pale-faced, his skin so translucent that one could even see the bluish-black veins beneath.

"What joy is there for me?"

"Five thousand barbarian soldiers stormed into the northern lands, but the King of the North led tens of thousands of elite troops and slaughtered over a thousand barbarians..."

"Heh." The man on the couch sneered. He had heard far too many stories like this about falsely reporting military achievements.

"Furthermore, the barbarian chieftain Ulemon has been killed, and his body will soon be sent to the capital."

"Oh?" The southerner on the couch was somewhat incredulous; such a thing couldn't be faked. After a long while, he slowly sat up straight and said, "Summoning Prince Xuan's uncle to the capital, I will reward him handsomely."