Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 1003: Chapter 363: Molten Fire Pill and Lengyan Divine Spell, the Great Battle Begins

Moao Calendar Year 131, October 17

Xing River North Bank, Jinbi Village

Due to the cold air continuously assailing from the river towards the shore, the temperature here is undoubtedly lower than in other areas, making it seemingly unsuitable for human camps.

The fact that tens of thousands can establish themselves in Jinbi Village is closely related to its name.

Three kilometers directly north of the village lies the southern mountain wall of Twin Dragon Mountain. In the middle of that mountain wall, a region approximately more than nine hundred meters high and over three hundred meters wide is entirely golden. It appears normal at night, but during the day, when illuminated by the cold light, it immediately becomes radiant, a truly wondrous sight.

And that’s how Jinbi, or “Gold Wall,” Village got its name.

Jinbi Village is part of Jiangxia’s territory, and such a mysterious and marvelous golden mountain wall naturally attracted the attention of Jiangxia’s higher-ups early on. They all assumed it was some great treasure.

However, after several years and more than a dozen exploration parties, they came up empty-handed, and thus this marvel was attributed to the otherworldly craftsmanship of the Ice Abyss and shelved.

At this moment, the sky is just dawning, the ground remains enveloped in darkness, but the cold light slowly descending from above has already reached the top of Twin Dragon Mountain. As the range of the cold light gradually descends, the area on the mountain wall three kilometers to the north also begins to emit a golden glow, becoming brilliant and dazzling.

On the west side of Jinbi Village, twenty gigantic black beast skin tents stand silently in the snow forest, their exact time of erection unknown. The tents have an arched shape, supported by dozens of iron rods, each with a diameter of a hundred meters, peaking at about ten meters high in the middle, clearly having an astonishing magnitude of capacity.

These black tents are superbly sealed and lightproof; despite clearly hearing people talking inside and seeing thick smoke constantly emerging from the exhaust on top, indicating bonfires within, one simply cannot see anything inside through the canopy.

Outside the easternmost tent, a bald bhikkhu holding a red zen stick and clad in a moon-white monk robe is gazing northwards at the golden mountain wall, his expression tranquil and serene, lost in thought.

Behind him stand twenty similarly dressed bald bhikkhus in white monk robes, holding various types of weapons instead of zen sticks.

Suddenly, a gust of strong wind blows from the east, interrupting the leading bald bhikkhu, who quickly diverts his gaze from the mountain wall, turning to look at the new arrival.

The newcomer is a grey-clothed bhikkhu with hair, a trace of joy on his face. From more than ten meters away, he joins his hands in greeting and bows to the zen stick-wielding bhikkhu before speaking:

“Reporting to Yan Xin Chief, both the Logging Realm and ordinary people of Jinbi Village have indeed withdrawn. Only those of the Earth-digging Realm and Cold Resistance Level remain, totaling just over thirty thousand, eighty percent of whom are of the Earth-digging Realm.”

“Hahaha, Brother Chief, your foresight is admirable; I am in awe!”

As his words fall, all twenty white-robed bhikkhus suddenly smile, with one even unable to resist praising Yan Xin Chief from the front row, gazing at him with admiration.

Despite the more than twenty-four thousand Earth-digging Realm, and six hundred Cold Resistance Level—the Jiangxia troops left in Jinbi Village—being significantly stronger than Dajue Temple’s expedition force this time, the monks’ reaction seems contrary to expectations.

Yet, the reality is that not only are their faces covered with smiles, but their eyes are filled with confidence as they look at Jinbi Village, less than a kilometer away to the east, all evidently adopting a posture of inevitable success.

Yan Xin Chief in the front row retrieves his gaze from Jinbi Village and turns to look at the twenty white-robed bhikkhus behind him. His eyes show a hint of coldness, and he sternly commands, “Inform the Zen Temple Steward to distribute the Molten Fire Pills, have all disciples chant the Lengyan Divine Spell three times, and after chanting, advance on Jinbi Village!”

“Yes!”

Upon hearing this, all twenty white-robed bhikkhus put their hands together in agreement and promptly take out cloth bags from their bodies, dispersing into the twenty tents.

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“Has Dajue Temple never fought a war? Starting the march in the second half of the night and setting up camp in front of the enemy’s army before dawn?”

In the large tent of Lower River Village, Bai Shanqiu enters from outside, sits next to Xiang Liang, glancing around to ensure no one is near before speaking in a puzzled low voice.

Hearing this, Xiang Liang furrows his brows slightly, also filled with confusion.

Not only the march, but Dajue Temple’s entire war strategy seemed off from two days ago, on the fifteenth, when they began assembling in Qinghe Village.

The essense of warfare lies in speed. That’s why the odds seemed off when the three villages, comprising of eighteen households, completed their assembly in Qinghe Village on the fifteenth, yet Dajue Temple chose to set off two days later—today.

Setting off today isn’t really the issue, but given the distance from Qinghepu to Jinbi Village, you’d expect them to make the most of their time and set off right after nightfall, so they could reach Jinbi Village in the first half of the night and engage in battle during the latter half.

Instead, Dajue Temple waited until the latter half of the night to lead their army out, culminating in today’s scenario, where they’re only setting up camp on Jinbi Village’s west side just before dawn.

It’s no wonder Bai Shanqiu remarked on Dajue Temple’s inexperience in war!

Xiang Liang lowers his head in thought for a moment, then quickly shakes his head, “That shouldn’t be the case.”

He retrieves a bottle from his body, pours out a few flesh-colored Dan Medicines, and continues in a low voice, “We’ve equipped all more than twenty-four thousand Earth-digging Realm with Hundred Forged Armor Soldiers. Every soldier is given fifty Green Food Pills, and the twenty thousand Earth-digging Realm is divided into forty groups, each led by a Zen Temple Steward. All Cold Resistance Levels from the three villages and eighteen houses are to follow their command. If you consider these twenty black military tents, it’s clear that Dajue Temple has made extremely thorough preparations for this battle.”