Chapter 1341: A long night (part 1)

Chen Fan's pre-war mobilization ended in this way.
Based on the battalion, the whole army started the final preparations for their respective operations.
Chen Fan suddenly felt sad. He didn't know how many faces in front of him would never be seen again after the battle.
"Help me walk around in the camp." Chen Fan said to Jian Yi.
The two wandered in the camp, watching the monks sharpening their swords, and others holding their swords in silence.
Everyone was quiet, with firmness and unyielding lingering in their expressions.
But after seeing Chen Fan, his eyes will turn into respect and even faith.
At this moment, Chen Fan is their belief.
It was the person who gave them hope in this war that was meant to be unsolvable.
If it was Chen Fan before, he might think that this heavy belief was the driving force for his progress, but now, he is lost.
"Jian Yi, I don’t know how many people will die and how many will survive tomorrow’s war, but I still try my best to dispel the fear and hesitation in everyone’s hearts, leaving only a willingness to die. ."
"Is this kind of me despicable?"
Chen Fan's voice is full of vicissitudes, but now, he is suddenly a little confused.
The higher the cultivation base, the more causality of the enemy, and the more Chen Fan has a sense of reverence for life.
He no longer killed people like he did before, instead he started thinking about deeper things.
That is human nature.
Jian Yi slowly shook his head and said, "If it weren't for you, more people might die tomorrow, and we might even be unable to win in the end."
"Your appearance gave everyone hope, and we are all willing to use our lives to protect this hope!"
Jian Yi's words made Chen Fan feel better, but he still didn't leave, so he walked through the monks, chatting with this one, and reminiscing about the old.
As he was walking through, a young monk blocked Chen Fan's way. This man was sturdy in shape and smiled very honestly. The monk was only in the Wuhou realm.
"Senior Chen, I am writing a family letter. My sister admires you very much. Can you tell her a few words?"
Chen Fan did not refuse when he heard the words. He used the jade slip to say a few words of encouragement, although he patted the shoulder of the monk with a simple smile and said, "What is your name?"
The monk smiled and said shyly: "My name is Han Yi. I was originally a monk from the Han family in Ding Beicheng. After the war broke out, Ding Beicheng was occupied by the palace. Only my parents and sister escaped."
Han Yi seemed to be a little sad. The war invaded and his home was destroyed. This was a fate of life and death, and he couldn't blame him for coming to join the resistance army.
"Where is the family and how is life?"
Chen Fan asked very seriously.
Han Yi touched the back of his head, and said embarrassingly: "My father, my mother, and my sister are all stable in the rear. When my parents are older, I will join the army."
Chen Fan nodded slightly, and finally said: "Let's work hard together. After the war is over, we can go home."
Han Yi nodded solemnly when he heard the words, and continued to inform the family.
After that, Chen Fan talked with many people for a long time. Most of these people had been attacked by the war and had to escape to this place after untold hardships.
There is even an old man named Withered Wood, whose cultivation base is almost the same as Chen Fan. He has reached more than 800 years of age. He would cut off Shouyuan, but he still came to join the army resolutely.
Kumuben was the ancestor of a small clan near the Gaogong Mountains, but because the whole clan was not counted, he took refuge in the palace and was slaughtered.
Only he escaped by himself.
Chen Fan noticed that Wither Wood's eyes were full of hollow meanings, and only when he imagined to kill the enemy, would the hole shine.