Mystery Makes Me Strong

Above Tonghui Fortress.

The masters of Tongmai who defeated Shi Baizhang last time sat on the city and looked at the Tartars in the distance.

It's just that this time, unlike the last time, there are a lot of defensive weapons in the city - golden juice.

Whoever uses it knows, and it's okay to use it.

The ancients were not stupid. If they were willing to add the word "gold" to it, it showed that they valued it.

Boil it in a big pot, and the fragrance is ten miles away.

Anyway, on the top of the city wall, none of the heroines who appeared last time did not emerge this time, and they were all honestly embroidering at home.

"If I had known this, I should have served with gold juice last time." Old Hu said, thinking about his silly granddaughter.

"Last time it was just a group of rogues, but this time it was Donglu. They are famous for their bows and arrows. It is said that they can hit people's eyes when they are close to ten steps. We are here, except for a few masters of horizontal training, others can't stand it. Such a hard bow." Second Brother Xiong said.

"That's right, the most elite of them is called Bai Ya La, wearing triple armor, and the swords are not as good as guns. We will still have a hard time fighting, but this hot gold juice, even heavy armor can't prevent it."

It comes with piercing armor, which is what makes it so powerful.

A pot of hot gold juice can easily kill a few white teeth, so I ask if you are afraid?

These golden juices are a kind of shock and deterrence, so that the enemy does not dare to invest in elite troops.

"Yes, yes, just to be on the safe side, this thing is good." The third pig sniffed and took a deep breath aftertaste.

Everyone quietly moved away from this guy.

Only he has a unique taste, and it just likes this taste.

At this time, General Tonghui came to greet these knights...

"The tarts are ravaging the surrounding area, no grass grows, and they are even more powerful than the thieves last time. The commander-in-chief hopes that you can follow the example of the last time, attack the thieves in the middle of the night, and let them leave early, and there will be a re-reporting afterwards." The guard said very attentive.

"This, the Tartars won't stay long, we just need to wait and see them leave." Second Brother Xiong shook his head.

"But the Tartars robbed many young and strong women, and there will be no farming in the next year." The guard is also a shrewd person, knowing that it is useless to say other things, and directly say the most important.

"It doesn't matter, there are still so many refugees and beggars in the city. Let them go out next year and rent the land to them to grow." The second brother of Xiong still refused.

Jokes, those are elite soldiers, not comparable to those thieves who can easily kill and disperse.

If dozens of elite soldiers shoot with strong bows together, they are also a little troublesome.

And thieves don't have that many good bows.

An archer can only be powerful for at least three years, and the most likely form of a rogue is a mounted infantry-because those who can ride a horse have a high chance of surviving.

"But they are still robbing craftsmen. Without the blacksmith and carpenter, it would be inconvenient for you all?" The guard continued.

"It doesn't matter, there are craftsmen in the city, and if there is no outside, it will be gone." Xiong Lao Er looked down on those craftsmen, but they were only their servants.

People are so awkward, they can't do without certain things, but they don't look down on them.

It's not contradictory, like a chamber pot.

"Can……"

"Don't worry, go back and tell your chief soldier, let him guard the city honestly, and think less about other things. Tarzi will naturally leave if he has enough and he is full." Second Xiong scolded.

The guard was angry in his heart, but he knew that these people couldn't afford to offend him.

They have deep roots.

To put it in a bad way, if he dared to offend, he might have his head picked off that night.

After all, this is not the time of the prosperous times. The court has the will to suppress it, and there are rich people.

There are too many chaos in the world, and the imperial court is exhausted, and it cannot restrain the tyrannical powers of these places.

He had no choice but to turn around and report to the commander-in-chief.

"Hmph, these rubbish, I don't dare to go out of the city to fight, but I have to count on us. Without us, I might not be able to keep this city last time!" Xiong Lao Er disdainfully said.

"Okay, it's better to give the chief soldier a little face." Hu Laotou waited for the guard to leave before saying, "He still has two thousand standard battalions to fight. Without us, those thieves can't break the city."

"Do you want us to go out to fight?"

"Wait until Tartar is about to leave, go out and grab some treasure and the girl will come back, that's all."

"It's still the shrewd boss of Tiger."

"Just fall far away."

"Hey, look at Tartars in chaos!" Someone suddenly pointed to the distance and said.

Everyone hurriedly looked at it, and after seeing it, they suddenly sucked in a bunch of air-conditioning—no, it was golden air.

I saw six people and eighteen horses standing outside the tent set up by the Tartars in the distance.

A rain of arrows came.

Someone hit him with a palm, and those arrows turned a corner in the air and shot back!

"This is, this is a congenital master, or a perfect realm!" The old man is knowledgeable.

After all, there is a congenital master in the city, who never makes a move, just uses his mouth to say tricks.

After the arrow rain fell back, the camp was in chaos.

Because those people saw that there were only three people, and they did not set up wooden shields in time, many unarmored young men and servants died in a while.

The soldiers had armor, but the losses were minor.

But it was also a mess.

"Can this be within human reach?"

The master on the wall saw a burst of fire in his heart.

This is the supreme force in martial arts, one enemy!

Then they saw the master who took the palm, fluttering and rushing directly to the tent.

The random arrows came, but they fell one after another in three feet.

The tent is not a city wall, only two meters high.

This is already a very standard camping, at least there are very few field soldiers who can do this in the Great Yan Army.

After a while, the master landed on the camp wall.

His figure is ghostly, it is difficult to see clearly, he stepped on the head of the defender.

Every time you step on one, it bursts, like an opened watermelon...

Everyone's eyes were very good, and they looked at the Tartar camp from a distance, like a village, with no resistance.

"Let the arrows, let the arrows!" There were still people who didn't give up and were still drinking.

But those strong arrows can only shoot their own people.

The master did not fix a place, and after stepping on it for a while, he floated to another place.

He never fell to the ground.

Someone tried desperately to grab him, but they only grabbed a ball of air, no effort was needed at all!

More people want to rush over, want to die together, but the other party just dodged in a flash.

"This, this is Gang Qi body protection!" The old man said in shock.

This is the necessary martial arts to deal with the army.

Without this, if they are caught in a tight siege, they will not be able to obtain benefits from these masters.

The opponent can let the dead man grab them and shoot them with heavy arrows.

This is the way of fighting in the army, which is based on human lives.

"How much infuriating does he have? How long can he last?" Someone asked suspiciously.

The answer will come out soon.

After the master killed more than 400 people, he just drifted away.

There was a rain of arrows behind him, more like a farewell!

"Too, too scary!"

"The last time I rode to kill those thieves who were powerless with their hands~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I only killed more than 300, and I was so tired that my hands and feet were weak. This person killed all the elites with his bare hands. Brave warriors!"

Everyone was shocked.

"Do I know who he is?" a master of channeling suddenly said.

"Who is it?" Everyone asked.

"That is the leader of the Demon Sect, Quan Tianyi! It is said that he is the number one in the world by default, and the top masters of several major sects do not deny this. In the war, the opponent was exhausted and fled in a panic, but he was safe and sound."

"It turns out that this is a congenital master, with constant infuriating energy, and ordinary soldiers are not injured. When will we be able to reach this state?" Someone envied.

"Impossible, our martial arts are too bad, and our aptitude is not enough. We can't practice innate."

"The most important thing is that there are not so many good medicine supplements."

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