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

Li Qingshan led the little black horse into the house.

Old Zhang, sitting in the basin, immediately opened his eyes wide: "You really intend to let this beast sleep in here too?"

"What can we do? Are we just going to let it freeze to death outside?" Li Qingshan said. "Actually, this is a very common thing. Livestock is very precious to farmers. Many people sleep with their livestock."

Old Zhang's face darkened: "Just keep an eye on it and don't let it poop in the house."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I've trained it very well, it won't dare to misbehave."

Li Qingshan lay on the kang (a heated brick bed). The kang was warm, and although it was freezing outside, the room was warm as spring.

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, slowly calming his mind. In his hands, he held the "Swordplay Under the Moon" painting, pondering the sword moves depicted on it.

Li Qingshan still hasn't figured out the sword moves mentioned above.

What exactly are these Three Swords of Asking the Moon? Could they be a hoax?

Now that it's the off-season for farming and there's nothing else to do, Li Qingshan casually finds some things to do to pass the time.

Inside the house, Old Zhang was planted in a pot, a pipe dangling from his mouth, looking awkward because of the new little black horse.

The little black horse entered the warm, spring-like house, its face even showing a hint of flattery, and was imitating a horse by tucking its tail between its legs.

At that moment, Li Qingshan's vision blurred, and a string of numbers suddenly appeared.

Countdown to the next one: 2 days, 23 hours and 59 minutes.

Again.

Since the last Iron-Eating Boar incident, no monsters have spawned on their own in the Fiend Field for a long time.

This is only the second time monsters have spawned since the Fierce Field was upgraded.

Li Qingshan felt a little excited, wondering what kind of monster would appear this time—after all, his monster spawner was already installed.

He leaned against the kang (a heated brick bed), and soon felt drowsy. He stubbed out his cigarette on the kang and drifted off to sleep.

"Quick, wake up! Something's coming!"

In his dazed state, he heard Old Zhang's voice, which was unusually urgent and tense like never before.

Li Qingshan opened his eyes, about to ask for clarification, when a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

He grabbed his black iron spear and dashed out. In the dim night, there were three horses, and three riders wearing felt hats and fur coats, holding torches in their hands.

Barbarians!

The leader of the barbarians stared at Li Qingshan: "This place is so big, where has everyone gone? Why are you the only one here?"

Li Qingshan threw the black iron spear in his hand. The spear, weighing over a hundred pounds, was like a javelin in his hand. It pierced through the night wind and stabbed the man in the chest, throwing him off his horse.

Blood was spilled on the white snow.

The other two barbarians were horrified. One of them frowned and said, "This looks like the Great Prince's gun."

His eyes widened suddenly. Bald Salt was dead on the grassland, and the murderer was nowhere to be found. Could it be that this man was the one who did it?

In the blink of an eye, Li Qingshan charged out like a wild leopard, crashing directly into a rider's mount.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his face, and actually pushed the horse, which weighed several hundred pounds, straight into the pig pit.

The trapped black pig's eyes widened with excitement at the sight of the food falling from the sky.

At this point, the other rider, already terrified, turned his horse around and ran down the slope.

It all happened over the course of a cigarette.

Li Qingshan was completely bewildered. Why would the barbarians suddenly appear at his locust tree slope?

Flames soared into the sky in the distance, and shouts of battle echoed from afar.

Li Qingshan climbed onto the roof and looked down the slope.

Below the slope lies the village where the pioneers lived, only two or three miles away from Huai Shupo.

The barbarians, carrying torches and riding fast horses, stormed into the village and wreaked havoc.

Most of these pioneers lived in shacks or newly dug pits, while some refugees had just moved here and had not yet settled down.

Faced with the barbarians' swift swords and horses, they were like fish on a chopping block.

The fire leaped wildly in all directions.

Blood flowed everywhere.

Screams, fighting, and weeping mingled together, sounding as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split open.

"The barbarians are attacking."

"The barbarians are attacking."

Li Qingshan felt a jolt of fear. He had been living too comfortably lately, which had made him somewhat complacent, and he thought he could peacefully hibernate during the winter.

However, when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. Moreover, the northern lands were the battleground between the barbarian tribes and the Great Yan army.

The barbarians came to attack whenever they wanted.

What is the Northern Camp doing? Could it be that the Dragon Valley has been breached by the barbarians?

Li Qingshan shook his head, realizing that he was just a farmer and had very limited information.

All he knew was that it wouldn't be long before a large force of barbarians would arrive here.

I recently fenced off the locust tree slope, which served a certain defensive purpose, but it will undoubtedly become the most conspicuous target.

The three barbarians who just broke in were just the beginning.

You need to make preparations as soon as possible.

……

In the village, barbarians are killing and setting fires.

Some fled in panic, but their feet could not outrun the fast horses. The barbarian soldiers behind them chopped off their heads with a single blow, and their blood splattered more than ten feet high before falling into the snow like plum blossoms.

In the ranks, a barbarian general was clad in armor and held a transparent pebble in his hand.

A wisp of blood seeped into the pebble, darkening its color.

Huyan Chigou nodded in satisfaction. Perhaps he would be the first person to fill up the Blood Spirit Stones.

"Go there, there are more Southerners there," he said, waving his riding crop.

"Chieftain, Chieftain..."

A chieftain from the Red Dog tribe ran over, his face pale, and exclaimed, "Found it! Found it..."

"What did you find, food or women?"

"The murderer of the Great Prince," the barbarian gasped, "the Great Prince's weapon is in his hands."

Huyan Chigou's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter: "This is truly a godsend! All you men, come with me to capture him alive. By the way, how many men does he have?"

"There was only one person, but he was extremely capable."

"How powerful can one person be?" said Ironback of the Red Dog tribe. "Chieftain, let me take a few brothers. We can capture him in less than a meal."

"Remember, capture them alive."

With a whoosh, Tiebei gathered seven or eight of his close friends and they swarmed towards the locust tree slope.

……

The northern camp's gates were tightly shut.

The shouts of battle from afar had already reached here.

"The barbarians are attacking."

"What are we doing here?"

"I've heard that the barbarians' horses are as swift as the wind and their swords as sharp as water; we are no match for them at all."

"By order of the general, given the unclear enemy situation, no one is permitted to act rashly; anyone who leaves the camp without authorization will be executed!"

Zhang Ada also mingled in the crowd, his expression changing drastically.

Since the last incident, he was promoted to work in the military camp. It was a meteoric rise. At this moment, while the barbarians were burning, killing, and looting in the village, he could hide in the barracks.

However, his wife and children are still outside.