Devil’s Advent

Its daybreak.

In the mountain depression, corpses were scattered all over the field. Because the wildlings were dispatched by the whole family, there were corpses on the ground, including men, women and children. Because of this, the scene was much more tragic than ordinary battlefields.

Groups of soldiers from Jin were sitting together, some were drinking, some were talking and laughing, and some were helping Paozhe to bandage his wounds.

They have gone through a few months of confusion, from the destruction of the Helian family, to the trampling of the capital, and finally reduced to the existence of servants;

Finally, they regained their confidence in the savage.

The army, that's it, the name of invincible and iron army, you may not see any practical effect, but at critical moments, it can often inspire extremely strong explosive power.

An army that has always been defeated, even if it has sufficient supplies of soldiers, horses and food, will be useless after all, and a victorious army can naturally bring a kind of aura that is better than me.

Liang Cheng said that it is best to use battles instead of training, and now the results have indeed been shown. Zheng Fan finally saw the meaning of a real army in this group of puppet troops from Jin.

During the battle last night, they were actually the bravest. They rushed in the first ranks, and when they saw the savages, they chopped them up. They probably scattered all the bird spirits that had been stagnant in their stomachs on the savages these days.

And the Savage lived up to expectations.

You said that their combat effectiveness is poor, how could the nation living in this poor mountain and bad water be so poor?

But they are just like this, similar to the peasant uprisings in the four major countries. When facing the regular army, they stopped cooking in an instant.

These savages are also unlucky. They have been suppressed by the Jin people for so many years. The savages in the mountains have always upheld the attitude of killing people who are not my race.

Finally, the state of Jin was gone, and the Helian family was also destroyed. Who knew, Yan people who were better at fighting and fighting than the Jin people came.

After all, Zheng Fan didn't use his sword last night. He was already well protected. When the surrounding troops returned, the savage army quickly collapsed and fled in all directions, directly turning into a one-sided massacre.

The soldiers under his command also let go to chase and kill, for fear of missing this bloody game, which also made Zheng Fan feel at a loss when he drew his sword and looked around.

"My lord."

A Ming sat on the mound, holding a bulging water bag in his hand, and sipped it in small sips.

Among the savages, there should be masters, but these masters will not be able to play a decisive role in large-scale battlefields unless they come from a few Tian Wujing levels.

So Ah Ming successfully knocked down two of them, took their blood, and used the Temple of the Five Internal Organs to save them.

"Um."

Zheng Fan nodded to Ah Ming, and then couldn't help but yawned.

Back then, when he followed Li Fusheng to the south to conquer the country, he was still able to sustain the continuous raid without rest, but this time it may be because the enemy was defeated too easily, which made Zheng Fan lose his spirit.

Liang Cheng walked over at this moment, and said helplessly:

"This group of guys couldn't stop killing them, and they took less than a thousand prisoners."

Most of them were hacked to death, and some fled into the forest, so the number of prisoners was much less than expected.

"It doesn't matter, leave some people to clean the battlefield, and bring another team. Let's take down the savage village above first."

Zheng Fan wants to rest, no matter how simple the savage village is, those savage leaders still have good living conditions, and these familiar savages are even more luxurious than Jin people.

Liang Cheng nodded, and personally selected 800 barbarians, together with A Ming and Xue San, accompanied Zheng Fan to the military stronghold on the mountain. A little savage stockade.

The blind man took the rest of the troops to clean up the battlefield and collect the prisoners.

The combat power of the three savage settlements has actually been exhausted here. In the stockade, there are only pure old and weak women and children, who basically do not pose any threat, but they must be quickly received to prevent the wealth in the stockade from being destroyed. cargo loss.

Zheng Fan's team had just gone up the mountain when they saw the village gate of this settlement, and a savage old man walked out of it.

The old man was wearing the brocade robe that rich men from Jin Dynasty like to wear, and the fat cuffs dragged down his body.

Zheng Fan reined in the reins, and the barbarians around him also stopped.

At this time, several children ran out of the stockade and brought a sheep.

The old man hurriedly took off his robe, revealing the white shirt inside, took the rope leading the sheep from the doll, and then slowly continued walking towards Zheng Fan.

"Oh, surrender also pays attention to a sense of ceremony."

Liang Cheng echoed, "It's true."

You say the savage is uneducated, but he can still make this show for you, but you say he is educated, but you can’t see much of the shadow of culture.

The old man should be the leader of the tribe, leading the white goat, walking over step by step.

Those savage dolls looked at these barbarians, and instinctively began to be afraid, not daring to follow any further.

When the distance was less than ten meters, the old man knelt down tremblingly, and raised the rope holding the white goat above his head.

Liang Cheng looked at Zheng Fan and said:

"Master?"

Zheng Fan looked at A Ming,

Ah Ming is still drinking "wine\

,"Upon seeing this,

Slightly puzzled,

Then point to yourself?

Zheng Fan nodded and said:

"I can't let all the limelight come from me. You and I are a family."

"Hey hey hey hey..."

Ah Ming laughed out loud, and wiped the bright red overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Xue San pretended to be serious and urged:

"A Ming, go ahead, this is the Lord's cultivation and love for you!"

A Ming turned his head to look at Xue San beside him, and said:

"Is this opportunity for further studies given to you?"

Xue San shook his upper body, spread his hands, and said shamelessly:

"Idiots know that I can't be the boss if I go out with my image."

Xue San is very self-aware, leaving Ah Ming speechless.

finally,

A Ming rode out,

The waist is very straight, and the vampire itself has an aristocratic aura. When Ah Ming is not with Liang Cheng, he still looks very serious and dignified.

The old man raised his head, looked at A Ming, and passed the rope in his hand up.

A Ming stretched out his hand and took the rope.

The old man did not speak,

A Ming didn't speak either.

Xue San tilted his head and said, "Is this the end?"

As soon as the voice fell,

The palm of the old man's left hand suddenly flipped,

The white goat let out a miserable "baa!!!!!!"

A dagger pierced the goat's belly and fell into the palm of the old man. The old man, who was walking shakyly, suddenly changed his temperament. He jumped straight to A Ming's side. Pierce Ah Ming's heart, and stir it easily!

The whole set of movements was completed in one go, and a red light flashed on the old man's body, which seemed to be lagging behind.

This old man is obviously an eighth-rank powerhouse, but his cultivation should not be a pure martial artist, it may be the path passed down by the savage's ancestors.

"Fuck!" Xue San called out immediately.

Liang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly,

Zheng Fan let out a long sigh of relief. The old man's previous set of actions revealed a weirdness, and he didn't give his target any time to react.

This made Zheng Fan think subconsciously, if he had gone to accept the surrender before, even if he was a seventh-rank martial artist, even if he had the magic pill on his body, would he be able to stop the old man's killing move in time?

"puff!"

The old man pulled the dagger out of Ah Ming's chest,

The left hand is holding A Ming's neck like an eagle's claw,

The whole person yelled at Zheng Fan as if going crazy:

"Come, come, come, the soul of the saint clan will never die, the glory of the saint clan will shine on the earth forever, and protect her people!"

In the village, there should be many old and weak women and children. This behavior of the old man can be said to directly label the clansmen behind him as dead.

He did not choose to endure humiliation, nor did he choose to be servile, but chose to face it with the most staunch attitude,

to face

aggressor.

Indeed, from the perspective of savages in this settlement, the group headed by Zheng Fan are out-and-out invaders.

Let you surrender, let you contribute young masters to be protons, let you contribute property, let you contribute warriors in the clan to serve him as cannon fodder.

After choosing to refuse, send troops to conquer. If this is not an aggressor, what is it?

The three wildling settlements united to fight, but failed.

However, to the old man's surprise, the Yangou on the opposite side didn't panic too much, and even rushed up angrily and hacked himself to death as expected.

The old man shouted:

"Come on, come on, kill me, kill me, don't you know how to kill people, kill me!"

At this time,

Xue San in the team suddenly opened his voice and shouted:

"If you have the ability, you can chop off the head of my general!"

Zheng Fan immediately glared at Xue San.

Xue San lowered his head guiltily and covered his mouth.

The old man frowned slightly, but subconsciously grabbed the dagger and stabbed A Ming in the head.

Zheng Fan's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He was really worried that A Ming would die completely after his head was cut off!

At this time,

A Ming, who was held up by the neck by the old man, suddenly opened his eyes.

The breath on his body burst out suddenly!

The blood in the old man's arms suddenly stagnated, causing the movements of his hands to slow down.

A Ming fell with the whole body,

when falling,

open mouth,

Two fangs bared,

Piercing into the old man's neck with an extremely graceful posture.

The old man instinctively urged the blood in his body to resist,

However, the sense of coldness was directly instilled into his limbs and bones through his fangs, making the old man completely stiff. He could only hear the sound of blood being drawn out from his neck:

Goo... goo... goo... goo... goo...

If it was Ah Ming in the past, he could not do this kind of complete suppression, but now Ah Ming has done it, at the moment when Zheng Fan was worried and anxious about himself;

A Ming raised his head,

With an intoxicated look on his face,

At the same time, looking at Xue San who is full of envy and hatred in the distance,

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

Silent channel:

"Thanks."

Thanks for your help,

I,

advanced.