Chapter 1341

This is the end of Chen Fan's pre war mobilization.

On the basis of battalions and teams, the whole army has begun its final preparations for combat.

Chen Fan suddenly felt a little sad. He didn't know how many faces he could never see after the war.

"Help me walk around the camp." Chen Fan said in memory of the sword.

They walked in the camp, looking at the friars sharpening their swords and others holding swords in silence.

All of them were quiet, firm and unyielding in their expressions.

But after seeing chen fan, his eyes will turn into respect, even faith.

At this moment, chen fan is their faith.

It was in this doomed war that gave them hope.

If he had been chen fan before, he might have thought that this heavy belief was the driving force of his own progress, but now, he is confused.

"Jianyi, I don't know how many people will die and how many will survive after the first world war tomorrow, but I still try my best to eliminate the fear and hesitation in everyone's heart, leaving only a willing to die."

"Isn't that despicable of me like this?"

Chen Fan's voice with vicissitudes of life, but now, he suddenly some confused.

The higher the cultivation is, the more the enemy of the hand blade is contaminated with the cause and effect, and the more chen fan is in awe of life.

Instead of killing people like he used to, he began to think about something deeper.

That's human nature.

Jian Yi slowly shook his head and said, "if it were not for you, more people might die tomorrow, even to the end because we can't win."

"Your appearance gives all people hope, and this hope, we are willing to use life to guard!"

Jian Yi's words made Chen Fan feel better, but he still did not leave. He walked through the monks, chatting with this one and reminiscing with that one.

During the journey, a young monk stopped Chen Fan's way. He was a strong man with a simple smile. The monk was only in the state of marquis Wu.

"Mr. Chen, I'm writing a letter from home. My sister adores you very much. Can you give her a few words?"

Chen Fan didn't refuse to hear the speech. He took advantage of the message and said a few words of encouragement. Although he patted the monk with a simple smile on his shoulder, he said, "what's your name?"

The monk laughed and said shyly, "my name is Han Yi. I was originally a monk of the Han family in Dingbei city. After the war broke out, Dingbei city was occupied by the palace family. Only I escaped with my parents and sister."

Han Yi seems a little sad. The war has invaded and his home has been destroyed. This is a big hatred of life and death. He can't complain that he will come to join the Resistance Army.

"Where are your family now and how is your life?"

Chen Fan inquired seriously.

Han Yi touched the back of his head and said embarrassed, "my father, mother and sister are all in the rear. When my parents are old, I will join the army."

Chen Fan nodded a little, and finally said, "let's work hard together. After the war is over, we can go home."

Hearing the speech, Han Yi solemnly nods and continues to inform the family.

After that, chen fan talked to many people for a long time. Most of them had been attacked by the war, and they had to go through many hardships to escape here.

There was even an old man named withered wood, whose cultivation was almost the same as Chen fan. He was over 800 years old. He saw that Shou yuan was about to be cut off, but he resolutely came to join the army.

Kuki was originally the ancestor of a small clan near the Gaogong mountains, but it was because the whole clan did not count as a member of the imperial family, so he was slaughtered.

He was the only one who escaped.

Chen Fan noticed that the dead wood's eyes were full of empty meaning, and only when he imagined fighting the enemy would the hole shine.