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

"You want to conscript me for hunting?"

Li Qingshan felt somewhat bewildered and couldn't process this information for a moment. "Can I not go?"

The leading soldier frowned slightly: "What do you think?"

"I'm going inside to pack my things."

"Go quickly and come back quickly, I don't have time to wait for you."

When Li Qingshan returned to the house, the first thing he did was close the door, and then he found a black cloth and covered Old Zhang's head with it.

Finally, he came to the water vat and stared at the immortal flesh that was quietly wriggling at the bottom of the vat.

His hunting skills depended entirely on this piece of immortal meat. However, the immortal meat had a very distinct odor, and if he carried it with him, the soldiers outside the door would immediately notice something amiss.

Given the current situation and the fact that I am all alone, it is best to be cautious and keep a low profile.

"Are you ready? How much longer are we going to have to wait?" came the impatient voice of a soldier from outside.

"Alright, alright."

Li Qingshan had already made up his mind. He casually grabbed an iron shovel and put it on his person. He pushed open the door and went out, making sure to close it behind him.

"You use this to hunt?" The leading soldier stared at the tool in Li Qingshan's hand; it was just an iron poker for starting a fire, hardly a weapon at all.

"Hmm, that's enough."

The guards clicked their tongues in amazement.

Before we arrived, the general had already given instructions that this man was extremely skilled, capable of hunting tigers and bears. With him joining us, victory in the battle against the barbarians was assured.

Could it be that this expert tiger hunter and bear hunter only used an iron shovel as his weapon?

"I'm ready, let's go," Li Qingshan urged.

It was already dark. If they delayed any longer, the mourning ghosts would have to go to work, and none of these soldiers would be able to leave.

The soldiers, along with Li Qingshan, returned to the Great Yan's northern camp outside the pass.

It was completely dark when Li Qingshan was thrown into a tent, which was already crowded with people, all of whom looked like pioneers.

Li Qingshan didn't talk to anyone and found a corner to hide in.

He didn't know what was going on, but he had already made up his mind:

All you need to do is stay out of the way, keep a low profile, and then go back to cultivating your own treacherous fields.

At this very moment, inside the commander's tent.

King Zhou Wohu of the North held his forehead, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

The source of his pain was the girl in military uniform opposite him.

In the candlelight, the young girl wore a tight-fitting, sleek soft armor, her high ponytail swung behind her, and her face, though unadorned, exuded a spirited air. At this moment, her beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness, showing a deep sense of grievance.

"Uncle Zhou, why wasn't I invited to the barbarian autumn hunting festival this year? Let me try too."

"Ying'er, this autumn hunt involves a competition with the barbarians, which is very dangerous. You should stay in the army. I'll find some skilled fighters and teach you some techniques."

"I'm not afraid of danger!" Shen Ying clenched her fists and said defiantly, "Uncle Zhou, you're looking down on women with those words."

"Cough, cough, cough." The King of the North coughed for a while and said, "Come, come, let me tell you."

He pointed, and Shen Ying stepped forward in her boots, looking down at the topographical map on the table.

"Qingniu Pass is the last major stronghold of the Great Yan in the north. Beyond the pass lies a vast plain with no natural defenses. The only crucial point is Juelong Valley in the northwest. Although Juelong Valley is currently in my hands, Wulemeng of the Red Bone Tribe has long coveted it. If they take Juelong Valley, they can extend their reach and knock on the gates at any time. And once Qingniu Pass is breached, they can march straight towards the capital."

As Zhou Wohu's thin palm moved, Shen Ying'er seemed to see a powerful barbarian army breaking through Qingniu Pass and burning, killing, and looting within the pass's glamorous world.

"Father is guarding Qingniu Pass, nothing will happen," Shen Ying said.

Zhou Wohu rubbed his hands together: "I know your father's abilities, but there are some things we have to be wary of. So, I made a bet with Wulemeng that we will also participate in the barbarian autumn hunting festival. If we win, we will make them go back to the grasslands and stop trying to take over Juelong Valley."

Will they listen?

"Hehe, as long as we show our strength, they'll have no choice but to listen. If we don't have anything in our hands, any agreement is meaningless," Zhou Wohu said calmly.

"But..." Shen Ying pursed her lower lip, "The barbarians are good at hunting, but we are good at farming. How can we win?"

"Hehe, Ulemon thinks so too, but I've already prepared a trump card, so this autumn hunt, we'll only win, not lose. We'll teach Ulemon a lesson for being hesitant and clueless."

Shen Ying's eyes darted around, and she suddenly smiled and said, "Uncle Zhou, since you've already said so, let me give it a try. I won't lose this time anyway."

"Hmm..." Zhou Wohu was stunned for a moment, feeling as if he had been tricked.

……

The next morning, bugles sounded in the military camp, and Li Qingshan and others came out of their tents and were herded by the soldiers to the drill ground.

Besides themselves, there was a squad of fully armed soldiers on the drill ground. They counted quietly; there were probably seventy of them.

There should be thirty of us, making a total of one hundred.

A junior officer with a small mustache stepped onto the reviewing stand and said coldly, "I've called you here today because the barbarian autumn hunting festival is about to begin. We also want to send people to participate and teach the barbarians a lesson."

Li Qingshan had heard of this autumn hunting festival before; it was a grand gathering held between various tribes after autumn. The winner was determined by the number of hunts, and the victor had a title called Da Aru, meaning that he had been recognized by the grasslands and was the bravest and fiercest warrior on the grasslands.

But what does this have to do with me? I'm just a farmer.

Li Qingshan felt that the person who made this decision was somewhat clueless, but as a farmer, he didn't even have the right to refuse.

I can only keep a low profile and get through these few days.

"Now I will take you out of the Dragon Valley to the grasslands to compete with the various tribes and let them know that the men of our Great Yan are truly brave." The man with the eight-character mustache said, his voice filled with passion.

"I won't give any instructions to the soldiers in the camp. You people will be divided into three teams and must obey the captain's orders. If you hunt prey, tie a red rope to your leg as a mark."

Li Qingshan's eyes started to dart around. Although he had already decided to slack off, he still needed to find a strong captain. After all, it's good to be under a big tree.

Holding a list in his hand, the man with the mustache said, "Team A, Captain, Li Qingshan, step forward."

Li Qingshan took a stiff step forward, his face full of unhappiness.

All eyes were on him, especially on the iron shovel in his hand, which was very conspicuous at that moment.

"The members of Team A are Shen Ying, Zhang Ada..."

"I refuse to accept this." After the man with the eight-character mustache finished speaking, Zhang Ada, who was wearing a bow and arrow and had strong arms, was the first to stand up. "Why him? What right does he have to command us?"

"He once fought a fierce tiger, and the tiger's head is still hanging in the general's tent. Would you like to see it?"

Swish!

All eyes turned to Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan helplessly recalled a saying: Some men are like fireflies, they shine wherever they go.