Chapter 283 - Becoming a Gundam
In Cangwu State, there is a place called Baoyifu.
For more than two months, there have been demon soldiers stationed outside Baoyifu. Since the beginning of last year, the war between the demon realm and the cultivation world has reached the borders of Cangwu State. Both sides have fought fiercely, causing chaos and even changing the weather. Baoyifu has not seen a drop of rain for nearly a year due to the effects of this war.
Now, the city is under siege. The cultivators inside the city can at least survive without eating or drinking for a while, but the ordinary folks are not so lucky.
Mu Xiaoxiao, completely naked, huddled together inside a dilapidated temple, trembling uncontrollably.
She was originally wearing clothes, but just a moment ago, someone spotted the beautiful and exquisite garments she was wearing and forcibly tore them off.
Her dantian, the energy center of her body, was destroyed, rendering her powerless and defenseless. She could only allow them to strip her naked, her pure body trembling quietly like a helpless lamb beneath the altar.
The person looked at her pure and flawless body, with a hint of desire in their eyes.
This expression has nothing to do with desire.
In the Baoyi Mansion, even the most beautiful girl is nothing more than a piece of meat in the eyes of hungry people. However, those beautiful girls are often humiliated before being killed and cut up.
The person wanted to approach, but was stopped by their companion.
"Don't." The young man looked at her with a hint of fear and struggle in his eyes, trying to swallow his saliva so as not to draw out a knife.
"Don't." The young man put his hand on his companion's shoulder, sighed, "Brother, don't let us become those creatures that extinguish humanity."
After hesitating for a moment, these men clenched their teeth and actually turned around and left.
Mu Xiaoxiao trembled and hugged her head tightly, which was covered in blood from her struggle just now.
Not long ago, she was pushed off the flying boat by the evil cultivator and her leg got broken, but she didn't die.
After finally climbing into this temple, her clothes were taken off by someone.
She has been staying in this temple for almost two days now. Without spiritual energy, she felt hungry all the time. Mu Xiaoxiao felt dizzy and her stomach felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.
She might really die.
Mu Xiaoxiao thought despairingly, and when she looked up, she saw the scorching sun in the distance, the rolling yellow sand, and the cracked land that seemed to be smoking from thirst. The hot wind was swirling in front of the dried-up mulberry tree.
She... she didn't want to die.
Thinking about this, Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but cry in frustration.
In just these two short days, as a delicate little rose who was either snatched here or there by someone in this sect, her mental defenses finally collapsed.
She was wrong, she was terribly wrong.
In the face of life and death, no one can maintain their so-called elegance and dignity. If Mu Xiaoxiao had a chance, even if she had to kneel in front of Qiao Wan , she would be willing.
Yes, it was Mu Xiaoxiao .
Being naked and curled up in front of a dilapidated temple actually made her sober. It suddenly cleared her mind, which had been muddled by love.
This was who she truly was. Before going to Kunshan, she was a lowly and unlikeable girl. How did the rich and luxurious life in Kunshan give her the illusion that she was inherently superior to others?
On the first day, she desperately begged for Pei Chunzheng to notice her disappearance and come to save her. Later, she started hoping for Zhou Yan .
She had cried for help so many times, and they had all come. She just needed them to come one more time, just once more.
Mu Xiaoxiao dragged her broken leg and knelt in front of the temple, desperately begging.
However, the miracle did not happen.
In the end, while she was weak and on the verge of passing out from hunger, the image that appeared in her mind was once again Qiao Wan .
She was filled with resentment and despair, wishing she could throw herself at Qiao Wan's feet and beg her for help once again.
The next morning, everything was still the same, nothing had changed, and Mu Xiaoxiao finally lost all hope.
Humans are strange creatures, no matter how many times Ma Huaizhen admonished her with gritted teeth, she never woke up, but now, faced with the harsh reality that almost slapped her in the face, Mu Xiaoxiao's mind had a brief moment of clarity.
Of course, it was unrealistic to expect her to suddenly wake up, reflect on her mistakes, completely change herself, and start anew while shedding tears.
In the face of survival's pressures, the once delicate and boneless young girl, with a brain the size of a walnut, finally understood that she couldn't be a flower vase anymore.
Finally, at this moment, she realized a simple truth that everyone understands in this chaotic world.
Right now, if she didn't want to die, she had to rely on herself.
Rely on herself, indeed.
Mu Xiaoxiao, with a confused look, struggled to get up. It had been a long time since she relied on herself. She had to find something to eat. Trembling, Mu Xiaoxiao slowly crawled out of the earth temple and found herself in a vast, flat yellow earth.
As soon as she looked around, she saw a lifeless body under the scorching heat waves. Several men surrounded the body, cutting pieces of flesh from it. The decaying flesh on the bones emitted a strong and unpleasant smell under the intense sunlight.
From the exposed cloth shoes, one could vaguely distinguish that the dead person was another man.
In an instant, Mu Xiaoxiao was shocked and terrified. She quickly crawled back, using both her hands and feet. The severed leg dragged on the ground, rubbing against sharp rocks, causing intense pain.
Mu Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth and forced herself to climb back to the front of the shrine. Looking at the land in the temple, she felt nauseous and couldn't help but retch. She sobbed and threw herself in front of the land, finally bursting into tears.
However, this girl with a small brain forgot something. In this situation, she must not cry.
"Where is that crying sound coming from?" The men who were still cutting meat paused at the words.
"A woman?"
"It seems to have come from that temple."
A woman.
There was actually a woman!
The other men's eyes flashed with intense excitement. They gulped and tightened their grip on their knives.
If they weren't starving to death, who would want to eat this rotting corpse lying on the ground, exposed to the sun?
Dear lonely woman, with your fair and tender flesh. Just the thought of these desperate refugees couldn't help but make them salivate. Step by step, they silently crept closer to the shrine.
Deng Saner's face became serious: "The Northlands... can't hold on any longer."
Qiao Wan's face slightly changed.
Deng Saner forced a smile: "I heard that General Su Rui has already set off some time ago."
"What about the battle route?"
Qiu Ergou, feeling ignored, huffed disapprovingly, trying to assert his presence.
"Can just anyone know the battle route?"
Qiao Wan quickly thought for a moment: "Do we have a map?"
As the only educated person among this group of bandits, Deng Saner pulled out a crumpled map from his pocket: "Here it is."
In the second that Qiao Wan took it, Deng Saner pitifully reminded her: "Um, goddess... I mean, Miss, please be careful?"
Qiao Wan looked up: "Pen."
So, Deng Saner silently handed over the only charcoal pencil.
Qiao Wan held the map, without even lifting her head, and asked: "Do you know the marching route of the demonic soldiers?"
The group of people hesitated for a moment.
Look at this situation. It seems like they've studied the art of arranging troops, right?
Deng Saner was stunned.
This... is this a joke? This person may be a bit fierce, but it doesn't seem like they have much knowledge about battle strategies.
Several people exchanged doubtful looks, feeling pressured by the imposing presence of this lady. Finally, they obediently spoke up.
"We don't know much about the others, our information is limited."
"We've only heard that the demon soldiers recently occupied Yonghe Pass, and there have been sightings of them in Fenglai Mountain."
Qiu Ergou , feeling unwilling, silently rolled his eyes. "What about Qingzhou?"
Finally realizing that they forgot about their own territory, the group of bandits quickly added, "Yes, and Qingzhou too."
"Oh right, there's also Langyun Village."
"That's probably all the places then."
Several people guessed correctly that Qiao Wan, just like most ordinary college students, had no combat experience. Her only experience on the battlefield was from studying World War II in high school, and perhaps some exposure to patriotic education.
Deng Saner and a few others marked the places mentioned by Deng Saner on the map. Even Qiao Wan herself felt surprised, as if she had a vague feeling about what General Su wanted to do.
Qiao Wan could only attribute this to the former owner's extensive knowledge. She had never studied military strategy, but who knows if the former owner had.
These places were distributed in three different directions.
"Yonghe Pass and Langyun Village belong to the central army."
"Fenglai Mountain belongs to the western army."
"Qingzhou belongs to the eastern army."
"It is said that General Su has led tens of thousands of elite soldiers to advance to the north bank of the Budu River."
"I have an idea," Qiao Wan said as she spread out the map. The others immediately gathered around, pointing at the map as Qiao Wan spoke in a serious tone, "General Su might be thinking..."
"We could forcefully cross the Budu River and take the direct route to the Dragon Stone Path, which is heavily guarded by the cultivators of the immortal realm. Then, we can regroup with the other demon soldiers... But I'm not entirely sure about the specifics."
Unlike the scorching heat in Cangwu State, the northern border, once night falls, is covered in freezing snow that even cultivators can't bear.
Qiu Ergou felt like he was freezing to death, but nonetheless, he had to stay here to help the female demon goddess and the female bodhisattva transform this statue.
That's right, even though he looks a bit unattractive, he has a very prestigious occupation. He is a puppet master.
Just like Feng Zhao from the demon realm, although his skills are not as good as Feng Zhao's, he is still considered quite professional.
At first, he thought a woman had fallen from the sky to be with him and bring him joy, but in the end, he became a laborer instead.
Although Qiu Ergou's heart was filled with anger, he couldn't help but be amazed after dismantling the enormous object.
This... This is so incredible!
Look at these joints, look at these parts.
Unable to resist, Qiu Ergou turned his head and asked Qiao Wan, "What... What do you want to do?"
Why does it need to be modified?!
But there were so many areas that could be modified. Qiao Wan's face turned serious as she said earnestly, "Here, let's add tracks and a steering system. And here and here, let's install a mechanical gyroscope to enhance stability and prevent sliding and flipping in the snow. I also want to add a heating processor here, to help melt ice and snow and prevent freezing. And on the arm, let's attach a wrist blade. Have you ever seen a cannon? I want to create a spiritual shoulder cannon based on the same principles."
Qiu Ergou: ... I completely don't understand.
Why doesn't God send down a thunderbolt to strike this guy dead?!
Go away!! This is all nonsense, I'm not doing it anymore!! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
