Chapter 387 (2/2)

”This is a map of our Beige peak area. You should be familiar with it. Let's see... Jiaqi and jia13. The terrain of these two places is steep. What's the reason to set up a large fortress here? What's the reason for the barbarians to look away from the nearby mountain pass and stare at the attack here?”

“......”

Xiang Yang is speaking faster and faster.

The information he obtained recorded all the battles that had taken place in the Qitian mountains over the past ten thousand years. Although it was only a preliminary statistics, the number was very large.

It took him nearly ten days to read all the massive contents, and then he had to make a very detailed analysis and comparison in combination with the terrain of the Qitian mountains.

That's an area of millions of miles. Over the past ten thousand years, if you count the battles by one attack and defense, millions of battles have taken place, and the lives sacrificed by both sides are calculated in billions. It depends purely on brain power. In this mountain and sea boundary, it is estimated that only he has this ability.

Gradually, with his description, on the curve representing the Qitian mountains, some red spots slowly darkened, and some places became brighter and brighter.

Xiang Yang's voice echoed in the sound insulation array, deep and powerful. He analyzed every trace clearly, and then strung it through his own analysis. Green ya'er gradually immersed himself in it, and his face became more and more dignified.

......

The shore of the North Sea.

The distant sea was covered with dark clouds, and a storm was brewing.

Several fishing boats pulled enough sails, and sailors paddled together and ran for their lives to the shore.

Several ship owners gathered together at the stern, shouting and drinking loudly, and looking at the gloomy sky anxiously.

In the air, there are large black clouds. Below, there is a shadow with a silver line, which is rapidly moving in their direction.

”That's a tsunami...”

The ship owners all trembled. The silver thread seemed insignificant, but how could they not know what kind of terror it contained after mixing at sea for decades?

There are no monsters near the sea, but the sea weather is changeable, which is the biggest enemy of fishermen. However, most of those who live on the sea have the ability to identify the weather. It should be calm these days. Why does the weather suddenly change?

After all, the speed of the fishing boat is not fast. There are still dozens of miles off the shore. That silver line has turned into a clearly visible towering wave, hundreds of feet high and low, and rushed hard towards the shore with indomitable momentum.

In front of it, several fishing boats were as small as dust, and the roaring sound echoed in the whole world, completely covering up the roars of several ship owners. Those fishermen rowed desperately for more than half an hour, and they had already lost their strength. They were originally supported by their will to survive. At this time, when they saw such a scene, they were in despair, turned around and looked pale, waiting for the arrival of death.

Just then, at the top of the huge wave, a little dark shadow appeared.

A leaf of a wooden boat appears leisurely