It was another day of intensive preparations, and all the war preparations of the Baishui River Knights were finally over.
...
Looking from a distance, the villages and towns in the mountains that were once considered lively and prosperous now look like a fortress.
The towering ramparts tightly defend this village and town. The sharpened long logs are scattered low and scattered, and the battlement walls are equipped with shooting holes.
Under the base of the wall, there is a thorn barrier made of root wood. This village is like a hedgehog, and it seems impossible to attack.
In front of the fortress, there is a deep pit with thin brittle wooden boards attached to it, camouflaged by a shallow layer of soil.
Once you step on it, you will definitely fall down, and the end result will be that you will be pierced through the body by the hidden wooden spikes.
In the fields outside the village, all the grain in the fields had been harvested, and the white river flowing quietly was blocked from the village.
Outside the village, there is no food or water, and the nearby trees that are easy to cut down have been cut down. It can be said that the countryside is solid and clear.
This is all anyone can do.
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Castina and her daughter walked together on the village wall and patrolled around.
Although the city wall is not big, it has shooting ports, cauldrons for burning gold juice and dung water, stones, quivers, and all kinds of things. The various battle centers have been specially widened to accommodate more soldiers to garrison here. .
Castina nodded slightly while watching.
Under the city, the guard captain Brian and the mercenary leader Reang formed their own teams and were mobilizing before the war.
Guard captain Brian gave a lecture. The Bianting army and Castina's system soldiers each stood upright, and the mighty divisions were in neat order.
Reang paid half of the wages to the soldiers in advance, and kept telling them not to participate in close combat in this city defense battle, and to take advantage of the French people's crossbow skills and shoot accurately to cause as much damage as possible.
Listening to the two captains' respective lectures, Castina and her daughter looked at each other with emotion in their hearts.
Hall held his hand against the wooden wall and stamped his teeth, looking at the two groups of sergeants with a look of comfort on his face, shaking his head and sighing...
"Tina..."
"Haha... you know, I have always had very small ambitions. I am the kind of person who is pushed by the current situation."
"When I was a kid, I wanted to get beaten less, invest more money, and hope that my father, who was addicted to gambling, would die soon."
"When I was in my twenties, I wanted to save money, buy a free life, buy a place in the village, get a wife and have children."
"When I get older, I don't dare to think about other things. I just think that my baby girl will be safe and not suffer disasters."
"Things are developing so fast these days. In the blink of an eye, it's like this!"
"Just makes me feel like I'm in a trance, you know, Tina."
"A person like me could one day be able to command troops and direct operations. This is something I never dared to imagine before!"
Castina looked at her father's disbelieving but excited face, and couldn't help but raise her red lips and smile. Immediately, he reached out and patted his shoulder, jokingly saying...
"What is this?"
"If we win this battle, we will take back Meyer City, which our ancestors sold for countless generations."
"Then step by step, we will take back all the land our ancestors threw away."
"More on, isn't there turmoil in the North Territory next door? Let's lead the troops and kill all the bandits, powerful and evil people, and occupy the North Territory!"
"Setting on two marquis territories, such a huge territory, your daughter will be a grand duke by then, right?"
"When the time comes, as a Grand Duke, you will be eligible to participate in the elector election."
"If you are chosen, we will be the empress of the empire!"
"When the time comes, you will also be the emperor. I will give you a new string, and I will have seventy or eighty mistresses, and you can eat, drink, and enjoy yourself all day long!"
Hall couldn't help but couldn't bear what Castina said. He smiled and shook his head and waved his hands.
"Hahaha, return the queen, how can being the emperor of the empire be as simple as relieving yourself in the toilet as your girl said?"
"Moreover, why do you still have seventy or eighty mistresses? Your father and I will only choose one of your mothers in this life. Even if we become rich in the future, we will never marry again."
Hall said, and immediately looked Castina up and down, pinched his beard, hissed and breathed in cold air, and frowned as if he thought of something...
"Hiss, Tina..."
"Tell me, if we really have a foundation in the future."
"How about you find a senior female monk at the bishop level to help you exorcise evil spirits?"
"The curse of death upon marriage means that it doesn't matter if our father and daughter are destitute. Anyway, we have no family property, so if we are extinct, we will be extinct."
"But if I have a family business in the future, then..."
Castina didn't know why but she switched from career to marriage. Castina couldn't talk about this anymore.
I don't know if my passiveness of marrying someone to death is a curse or something else.
But it doesn't matter what it is, Castina quite likes this talent.
Because it is the best reason for not getting married in your twenties.
If this happens in the future, I will find a priest to exorcise the evil spirits and cure me.
Then I am afraid that not only will I have to get married, but I will also have to marry powerful people for political reasons, and I will have to have a lot of children to ensure the heir of my family.
Being held down by a white ghost guy while taking care of the baby makes his scalp numb and makes him want to vomit.
She thought about this, then pursed her lips, put her hands on Hall's shoulders, hummed softly, and then said...
"No, we haven't started our business yet, so you think so far ahead? It's somewhat too optimistic."
"besides!"
"Let me be clear, even if I am no longer a husband, I will not get married and have children, absolutely not!"
"Let's do this!"
"Rather than find me a nun to lift the curse, why don't you try your best to create a younger brother or sister for me before you are too old to move!"
"Come on dad! Work hard and try to give me a fat brother or sister within three years! I support you!"
With that said, Castina left quickly.
"Oh no, you girl, you..."
Hall stood there, watching Kastina's leaving back, and for a moment he raised his hands and didn't know what to say.
Work hard and try to let me hold a child within three years.
Isn't this a word from parents?
How can any daughter ask her widowed father to marry another mother and try to give her a younger brother?
That's outrageous!
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In the afternoon, in the courtyard of Castina's house.
Once the defense preparations are complete, for Castina, it is temporarily idle.
But idleness is idleness, and naturally it is impossible to lie at home and sleep waiting for the horse bandits to come.
Taking advantage of this free time, Castina called the guard captain Brian to practice sparring.
...
Castina's hair was tied back into a bun that was easy to move.
The willow eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a pair of foxy eyes were widened, trying their best to find loopholes in Brian's defense. Her beautiful face was flushed with movement, covered with fine fragrant sweat, her red lips were lightly opened, and her mouth was constantly exhaling blue and turbid air.
Every time he attacks, his plump chest trembles, his skirts rustle violently, and the wooden sword in his hand is blown by the wind.
But even though Castina tried her best to attack, she tried her best to make her attacks faster and faster.
The captain of the guard was completely impeccable. He was completely guarded. There was no way to attack him, and he couldn't even touch his body.
After fighting like this for nearly half an hour, Castina was already panting like an ox, and her clothes were soaked with sweat. However, Brian, the captain of the guard, was not blushing and out of breath, and seemed to be fine.
In the end, Castina couldn't fight anymore. She threw the wooden sword in her hand and sat on the ground like mud, breathing heavily.
The broken hair in front of her forehead was wet with sweat, her burgundy hair and fair face were particularly clear, her eyebrows were stretched out, her beautiful eyes were clear, her beautiful face was full of fatigue, and her chest was plump and undulating.
While wiping her sweat, she gasped...
"Huh...huh...that's it for the sparring. It seems like my lungs are on fire and I can't fight anymore."
"So, so Brian."
"This fighting spirit...what exactly is it?"
"It can not only give people supernatural physical strength, but also unleash external blessing attacks?"
"Where did it come from?"
"Does it come from the inside out, or does it mobilize external elements like a mage's spell?"
After listening to the curious baby Kastina who was breathing heavily on the ground, the guard captain Brian turned around and went into the house to get a kettle for Kastina.
While Castina drank from the cow to replenish the water she had sweated too much, she listened to the captain of the guard, Brian, speak slowly.
"Miss Castina."
"War Qi is an indescribable life energy produced after the human body's potential is fully developed."
"As for the principle, I need to find a professional scholar to explain it. I don't know exactly what it is."
"Let me take myself as an example."
"When I was a teenager, I went through extremely rigorous training and went into the wilderness as a pre-selected sergeant in the harsh winter, fighting against nature and wild beasts."
"At this critical moment of life and death, I feel like my blood vessels are filled with a slight flow of heat, and I can still control it."
"This is fighting spirit. It will appear at the critical moment of your life and death when your physique is trained to the limit."
"But it's not absolute. Many aristocratic children can gain fighting spirit by taking medicine, and the effect is even better than that of someone like me who awakens naturally."
"After that, with continuous use, the fighting energy will become more and more, and eventually it will be loosely filled in the blood vessels. It is invisible energy. Not only will it not block the blood vessels, but it will usually promote blood circulation and promote lung breathing. , enhance physical fitness."
"During battle, you can rely on your own will to use these invisible energies at will. They can even release them from the body and attach them to weapons, causing transcendent damage."
"As an ordinary person, the most difficult hurdle is not to give birth to fighting spirit, but to condense fighting spirit."
"Loose fighting energy fills the blood vessels and cannot give birth to more, which requires condensation. As ordinary people, without the assistance of medicine and the guidance of a good teacher, it is impossible to complete the condensation. Although there are many geniuses who have self-condensation, they are in the minority after all."
"Cultivation of fighting spirit is a process of increment, concentration, increment, and concentration."
"Every time I concentrate, there is a hurdle."
"Thanks to you, my first hurdle has now passed. The fighting spirit in my body is no longer the original loose fighting spirit!"
As he spoke, Brian raised his hand and clenched it into a fist. The lumpy muscles and veins were exposed and swollen. A layer of red mist quickly adhered to the fist. It indeed looked redder and purer than the previous time.
Brian immediately shook his hands and calmed down his fighting spirit. Then he looked at Castina who was sitting on the ground, drinking from a cow, and then said...
"Actually, I personally suggest that women like you should not practice fighting qi. It's too painful, and your figure... ahem... it's very inconvenient."
"It's better to practice magic."
After hearing this, Castina felt quite disapproval in her heart.
The practice of this kind of thing should not be divided into men and women.
Although my figure with a curved front and back is more inconvenient than those women with flat chests, big muscles and big frames.
But Castina always felt that melee combat was better than the mage.
A strong physique and strong survivability is the way to go.
Using a magician as a glass cannon is still dangerous even if there is a spell such as a magic shield.
What Castina wants in her heart is to practice both and become a magic swordsman.
There is a fighting spirit in the left hand, and a hurricane in the right hand, which is rusty and fierce.
Of course, these things are just something to think about right now.
Who knows what will happen to me in the future.