Book of Gods and Demons

"Book of Gods and Demons (

December 6th, early in the morning.

After squatting in the tunnel for two days, Joe only felt a little sore in his bones.

Accustomed to the sunshine and warmth of Tulum Harbor, in the tunnels of the northern Xinjiang battlefield, the cold and bitterly cold, covered with snow, moisture and cold like thin needles constantly digging into the bones, Qiao really can’t stand it. This spooky weather.

Curled up by the fire in the bunker headquarters, Joe simmered coffee on the fire in a big jar.

The coffee beans are superb, the superb goods that Joe delivered to Golkin last time. But there are no professional baristas, no professional equipment, and no good spring water and small stoves that carefully control the temperature.

A large coal-burning stove, ordinary well water raised from a well, and this big iron crock... With such a rough and unrestrained cooking method, the coffee in the crock actually exudes a good aroma.

In the light of the fire, Joe's eyes widened, and he read the "Deren Keqing Poems" word by word.

"Wind-sao-in-bones..." Joe looked at the line of passionate and unrestrained verses, only feeling that his whole body was erect and his face flushed with excitement.

"Really... a talent! How could I be harmed by the Binghai Kingdom? It can be seen that the royal family of the Binghai Kingdom is really a group of bad birds... They also want to seek the treasure of the Knights of Suffering... They have to find a way to cheat them. Yes. Mr. Sherlock, anyway, didn't take the task of Prince George to heart."

"Well, you must go to the dead, you must go to the dead... such a romantic, charming verse, such a good poet, how can you be harmed by you? Isn't it just a... princess!"

Joe murmured in a low voice.

In the corner of the bunker headquarters, on a neat row of single iron beds, Golkin and several subordinate officers were wrapped in thick coats and slept comfortably on the bed.

Joe has a bit of insomnia these days, it is difficult for him to fall asleep at night.

It is not only the climate issue here, but also because this is a battlefield, a great war will not know when it will break out.

Seriously, Joe was a little nervous.

But Golkin and them are different.

They are all battle-tested veterans, not to mention being in the pits of ‘quiet’ and ‘harmony’, even on the battlefield with dead bodies, they can still fall asleep when it’s time to go to bed.

Snoring with'snoring' and'snoring', they were placed on the long table in the middle of the command center. The head-sized mechanical clock had just turned to the seven o'clock position. Golkin and several officers' snoring, almost at the same time. Opened his eyes.

They stood up silently, removed their coats, jumped out of the bed gently, and moved their arms and legs vigorously.

"It smells good... Joe, you haven't slept for another night?" Golkin rubbed the corners of his eyes and smiled at Joe: "Look, see, you are just a rookie, haha, I feel a little nervous Can't help it?"

Joe stared hard and looked at Gorkin very seriously: "Nonsense, I'm also a person who has experienced several big scenes... Tsk, I said that the last time I led the anti-smuggling team, the Bloodsail Pirates, but I gave it to..."

‘Boom’!

There was a gunshot from outside.

Qiao dropped the collection of poems in his hand and jumped to his feet.

Maybe it's because Golkin laughed at himself as a "rookie" just now? Well, maybe, it has nothing to do with this... Anyway, Joe accidentally copied this handwritten edition, probably the only "Deren Keqing Poetry Collection" in Langyapu District, and threw it into the furnace.

A dozen pieces of coal the size of a human head were piled up in the stove burning fiercely.

A small collection of love poems was thrown into it, and the volume of flames made the collection of poems ablaze.

Gorkin didn’t notice Joe’s small movements. He and several officers around him had already brought a violent wind, rushed out of the command bunker in three or two steps, spreading to the left and right along the trenches at the door, and gathered up to the stubborn in the tunnel. In front of the binoculars, he peeked toward the west.

Half an hour ago.

A white belly just appeared in the east, and the world was still dim and ignorant.

About fifteen or six miles away from the defensive position where Gorkin and Joe were located, a dense rustle sounded in the low woods.

A head is comparable to a strong bull. The whole body is black and long hair. The skinny wolf roars in a low voice, with a lot of saliva flowing from the corner of its mouth, swaying along the dense forest from west to east.

Dozens...hundreds...thousands...tens of thousands...

The number of evil wolves is so huge that they silently shuttle through the dense forest, as if a blue-black ocean tide rages over. Wherever he went, rabbits, deer, roe deer and other small animals in the dense forest, and even large hibernating animals such as bears, were searched out by wolves from their nests, and torn to pieces in three or two.

In this pack of wolves, there are also a large number of thin men.

Their skin is dark, and their cheeks have a special high-primitive-red color brought by the strong sunlight on the plateau; they are wearing coarse leather armor made of wolf skin and other animal skins, and they have a strong smell of sheep mutton.

These plateau people basically have a big hooked nose, deep-set eye sockets, raised cheekbones, thin lips, long thin faces...plus their naturally curly hair, they are born with a strong feeling. The feeling of coldness, cruelty, and unreliability.

They were mixed among the wolves, some of them rode on their backs, while others followed the wolves on foot.

Among them, most of them are carrying traditional cold weapons such as long swords, epees, and large axes. A small number of them are wearing precious metal armor in addition to leather armor. Only a few, about 30% of people, carry all kinds of firearms with them.

Among the firearms distributed by the people on the plateau, six or seventy-seven are old-fashioned matchlocks. Only about 30% of elite shooters hold the new flintlock rifles purchased at high prices.

Around every plateau soldier holding a flintlock rifle, there are always seven, eight or even a dozen ordinary soldiers holding cold weapons around the stars.

The wolves swept across the dense forest silently. In the wolves, you can occasionally see a simple four-wheeled carriage.

On these four-wheeled carriages, bronze field guns were carried.

Looking at the caliber, most of these field guns are sixty or eighty centimeters in caliber, and there are not many in number, probably only five or six hundred in total.

There are also some 100-caliber field guns, and the number of such large-caliber field guns is probably only 20 or 30.

The wolves trot all the way, hunting all the way while rushing, constantly approaching the direction of Langyabao.

Among the wolves, dozens of giant wolves with dark golden bodies are surrounded by a large group of giant wolves with black fur. On the backs of these golden giant wolves, there are dozens of men and women who are tall, short, fat and thin, and are obviously more graceful than other plateau people.

These men and women are old and young, the young are only about 13 or 4 years old, and the old can be 70 years old.

Compared with ordinary people mixed with wolves, they are all dressed in gorgeous antique armor or costumes made of precious silks of various colors. They are all made of gold on their heads, necks, wrists, and fingers. The ornaments are inlaid with precious gems of various colors.

These golden giant wolves have a unique position in the plateau empire and are regarded as the direct bloodline of the plateau wolf king Wall.

Only the chiefs and high priests of the various parts of the Highland Empire are qualified to ride on the back of the wolf king's bloodline. These dozens of men and women are the chiefs and high priests of the eighteen tribes of the Highland Empire adjacent to the Lanyin Corridor.

Among the crowd, there was an old man with a thin, thin body weighing only eight or ninety pounds, but a gold ornament weighing two to three hundred pounds, and holding a heavy golden scepter.

The old man looked up at the slightly white sky in the east, and muttered softly: "This time, the Durham Empire is coming so aggressively, it is about to reopen the Lanyin Corridor... This battle is not easy to fight! "

A young and enchanting, pretty woman wearing a big red dress and a big red fox fur wrapped around a beautiful woman'chuckled' and said, "What is the high priest worried about? Are you worried that we will lose?" Lost to those imperial pigs?"

In the crowd, the young men and women who accounted for more than 70% sneered, squinting at the aging companions in the team.

Due to the authority and prestige of these old people in the tribe, these young people did not dare to laugh out loud, but by looking at their expressions, they knew that their opinions about these old people... did not take them to heart.

The old man’s face turned gloomy: "You young people, you don’t know the horror of the Dalun Empire... Back then, we were able to seize the Lanyin Corridor... That was also the full-scale war launched by the Lucia Empire against the Duren Empire, and even more so. Taking advantage of the declining trend within the Durham Empire~www.wuxiaspot.com~ we were lucky enough!"

"No, it's not a fluke!" The enchanting girl raised her head proudly: "Under the leadership of Her Majesty the Queen, our plateau people have become a whole... Since our ancestors have defeated the imperial pig, then... we can also do the same. Do it, and will do better than our ancestors!"

"After so many years, the imperial pigs must have forgotten the fear brought about by the raids of the highland wolves." The enchanting girl raised the golden scimitar with exquisite craftsmanship in her hand.

She uttered a long scream to the companions around her: "The wolf king shelters, this year is a year of fertility for the wolves...The number of wolves we gathered this winter is more than ten times that of previous years..."

"Let us the wolves of the plateau!" The enchanting girl whispered a long scimitar, "Swallow them!"

"Swallow the imperial pig...shred the imperial pig!" A group of young tribal leaders, including young chiefs and high priests, shouted and shouted: "Kill them all, **** them all... kill their men. Robbing their women, plundering their property, robbing their food..."

The wolves in front were separated left and right, and an elite wolf cavalry rushed over with a short young man.

"The information in Langyabao, you nobles, this kid has brought the information for Langyabao!"

The young man knelt down in front of the golden pack of wolves with a bang.

He tremblingly took out a small copper tube and held it above his head with both hands: "My dignitaries, this is the latest information from Spangled Castle... The Imperial Pig brought in countless pieces of baggage, and there were thousands of field artillery pieces. Thousands of field guns! There are countless other ordnance!"

"They have also hoarded countless food and military expenses. This is to start the spring. They continue to launch attacks to raise money!"