I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

After killing a Hun cavalry who climbed to the top of the city with one knife, Chen Yuanzhi raised his sword high and shouted to everyone around him.

"Bishui County is my territory!"

"These stupid Huns want to take our territory. Have you asked us yet?!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

All the gangsters around him were inspired with courage. Wang Dacai laughed loudly and chopped off the head of the bandit who climbed the city. Like Chen Yuanzhi, he also gave up leaving and chose to stay.

In the battle to defend the city, they had a geographical advantage.

The battle lasted until dusk.

This group of Huns was finally repelled by them. Chen Yuanzhi stood on the city wall, looking at the black smoke rising all around, and the pungent smell of the burnt corpses.

There were wailing sounds everywhere.

Winning a battle cannot change the situation of the war. Compared with the entire battlefield situation, Bishui County is too small. Too small to even appear on the table of the Holy Dynasty's top executives, the results achieved by Chen Yuanzhi and his brothers were as inconspicuous as pebbles under the tide.

Ten days passed in a flash.

After dozens of battles, the fear in Chen Yuanzhi's heart disappeared, and most of the brothers following him died. The brother who asked him if he was a hero jumped off the city with a Huns in his arms three days ago. In the end, even the body was not found. Wang Dacai was also injured. After briefly treating the wound, he continued to stay on the city wall to defend the city.

Two days ago, a large number of refugees fled to Bishui County. The surrounding areas have fallen, and there are Huns everywhere outside, killing everyone they see. Only Bishui County can still protect the people. Chen Yuanzhi called on the young and strong among the refugees to join in, and the team defending the city once again expanded to 500 people. Through these refugees, Chen Yuanzhi learned about the situation in the north. The second line of defense collapsed, and the Xiongnu army marched straight in, leaving only their sporadic resistance.

The upper echelons of the imperial court were still debating whether to fight or to peace.

The third army has not yet set off.

Everyone's eyes have lost their light, and they can't see where there is hope.

"General, please drink some water."

Another unfamiliar face, this person Chen Yuanzhi did not remember. Similar scenes have happened too many times these days. The Chen family left some military rations for him when they left, but where is the food enough? There is not much food in the city now, and ordinary refugees are starved of food. Even drinking water must be controlled. Many wells in the city have been poisoned by Huns' spies, and only a few can be used.

Woo! !

A low horn sounded.

That was the signal for the Huns to attack.

Chen Yuanzhi put down the kettle in his hand and raised his head to look outside the city. At this moment, many pictures flashed through his mind. He remembered his naughty nature when he was young, his father's hope for him, and his mother's care.

In the end, all thoughts turned into determination.

"Follow me and kill the enemy."

Chen Yuanzhi drew out his saber and climbed onto the wall again. Bishui County repelled the Xiongnu attacks several times, and finally attracted higher-level Xiongnu nobles, and Chen Yuanzhi's name also appeared on the opposite roster. In order to show his magnanimity, the King of the Huns granted them, the tough guys on the roster, the qualification to surrender and promised them the status of Hun warriors.

This time it was Zuo Chanyu of the Xiongnu who attacked the city.

Different from the previous attacks, Chen Yuan climbed directly to the top of the wall and saw a densely packed army, with people like a sea and no end in sight. The previous wars were like a joke compared to this one, and the murderous atmosphere of the battlefield was overwhelming.

"Brother, how many people are here?"

Wang Dacai stood on the edge and couldn't help but ask.

"No matter how many people there are, anyone who dares to enter Bishui County will be killed without mercy." Chen Yuanzhi held his saber and laughed loudly.

The battlefield changes people.

People like Chen Yuanzhi who have experienced several battlefields will have rapid growth in their character.

"There are too many that we can't win."

Someone next to him said with a trembling voice. This person was a local warrior recruited from behind. He had participated in a frontal war against the Huns in the north before and knew how terrifying these Huns were.

"People on the wall, listen, I, the Great Xiongnu Zuoxian King, am looking for talented people. As long as you are willing to kneel down and surrender, shave your hair and change clothes, we will give you the title of Xiongnu Warrior and enjoy the same treatment as us Huns. "

Someone below shouted in Mandarin to persuade them to surrender.

Judging from the other party's attire, he should be an official of the Holy Dynasty.

Surrender and live!

Many people were moved, and many of the old brothers around Chen Yuanzhi were also shaken. The army presses the territory, and fear arises. Although the Huns do not keep their promises, what if.

"Haha! My knees are so straight that I can't kneel down!"

Chen Yuanzhi laughed loudly, his voice suppressing the noise around him.

He raised his hand to grab the bow and arrow next to him, pulled out the bow string and shot an arrow at the traitor below who was shouting. He and Wang Dacai had practiced martial arts since childhood and were proficient in eighteen types of weapons. The arrow passed through a stream of light and accurately hit the throat of the person shouting below.

The surrender leader standing in front of the formation covered his neck and fell to the ground, blood flowing out, which instantly angered the Huns behind him.

King Zuoxian of the Xiongnu, who was sitting in the handsome tent, raised his right hand and waved it gently.

"kill."

The army attacked and headed towards the city.

The battle officially begins.

Chen Luo appeared in the city. The calamity energy he had absorbed over the past few days had made his body a lot stronger. Although he could not change the world, he could be regarded as a peerless master among ordinary people. He stood among the private houses at the back, looking at Chen Yuanzhi who was fighting at the top of the city, and he understood the 'Jie' more clearly.

The inner demon tribulation will not bring everyone to the top. Not all those who overcome the tribulation are like Elder Rong Ling, with a first-class official position and a highly respected minister.

The so-called calamity evolves according to each person's heart.

Chen Yuanzhi's 'catastrophe' was not that big, it was just in this county.

This battle lasted for several days.

King Zuoxian of the Xiongnu was completely angered. He never expected that he would waste so much time in such a small place. The Xiongnu warriors under his command also suffered heavy losses. Even if the city was captured, it would not be able to make up for these losses.

"Shoot him!"

King Zuoxian of the Xiongnu pointed at Chen Yuanzhi at the top of the city and said to the sharpshooter in the formation.

He originally wanted to duel with the opponent in the grassland way, but at this moment he had no idea and just wanted to kill this person. The sharpshooters in the formation fired their bows instantly, and the strings buzzed.

call out!

A hidden arrow flew out in the melee.

"Brother, be careful!"

Wang Dacai, who was standing next to Chen Yuanzhi, pushed Chen Yuanzhi away. The arrow pierced his chest and blood spilled out. A large amount of blood splashed onto Chen Yuanzhi's face. He woke up from his semi-crazy state.

The world seemed to have stopped at this moment.

Chen Yuanzhi glanced blankly at the growing number of Huns on the top of the city, picked them up with his backhand, and shouted to the remaining brothers.

"Downtown, if you can walk, you're the only one!"

Under his leadership, the remaining people quickly retreated into the city and used the terrain to fight the Huns.

The city was lost.

A large number of Huns rushed in.

The dense army was like black ink, quickly dyeing the color of the city, and a large number of people died in the aftermath of the war. The grandmother who brought Chen Yuanzhi water and the commoner who called him general died tragically under the butcher's knife. Following Chen Yuanzhi's retreat, the brothers in the city also fell one after another.

Finally, in an alley to the left of the county government office, Chen Yuanzhi was blocked by the Huns.

There are densely packed enemies on both sides.

He was carrying the dead Wang Dacai on his back and holding a knife full of gaps in one hand. He was in a desperate situation.

He swung the knife awkwardly.

But his body had long since lost strength and he was easily dodged.

With a 'pop' sound, a spear pierced his abdomen and was stabbed in the back. Wang Dacai, who was being carried by him, fell to the ground, but he no longer had the strength to help others. His vision began to blur, and he vaguely seemed to see his father in a blue shirt.

He stood on the wall and asked himself in a familiar tone.

"Why don't you leave? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I want to leave too. But the people in the city call me General."

"What will they do if I leave?"

Chen Yuan looked straight at the horizon and murmured to himself, his voice so weak that only he could hear it. At this moment, I seemed to hear my father's disappointed sigh again. He swallowed the last mouthful, his eyes became blurred, and he fell heavily to the ground.

A pair of clean boots appeared in the alley, and the person who came was the wise king among the Huns. A fat middle-aged man with a beard and a face full of flesh. He stood next to Chen Yuanzhi and looked at this man who was not very strong in confusion.

What makes the other party so fierce and fearless of death?

But this question is destined to have no answer.

Chen Luo stood at the top of the city, looking at the fading world, and the aura of calamity began to dissipate. This world that was temporarily transformed by a wisp of calamity energy dispersed like dust.

The inner demon tribulation is over!

"Responsibility?"

Surrounded by the aura of calamity, the aura on Chen Luo's body became stronger and stronger.

Densely packed threads appeared in the house along with the operation of the Heart Demon Art. He returned to Yunxiao County in Tianmu Kingdom and was still in the house.

The night was only half over.

The oil lamp on the table was beating, and the spiritual power in his body increased rapidly at an extraordinary speed. Faintly, he seemed to sense a vague aura, which was very similar to the previous calamity aura. At the beginning, he thought that this calamity energy was derived from the martial arts, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"What's on this thing?"

Chen Luo raised his hand and looked at his wrist.

The string of 'Ghost Temple Rosary' given to him by Ancestor Taixu was shining with a faint light on his wrist at the moment.

‘This is the calamity energy I refined. ’

In the external brain, the moment the heart demon ancestor's brain saw this ray of calamity, the corresponding memory immediately revived.

Outside Yunxiao County.

Two weirdos from the Ghost Temple stood in the middle of the old forest. What was strange was that Xuanji, a member of the Xuanniao tribe not far away, did not notice them. The two men stared at Yunxiao County in front of them like ghosts, sensing the changes inside.

"This person really couldn't resist the temptation and absorbed that ray of calamity."

A hoarse voice sounded, the hatred in it undisguised.

"Any monk who is close to forming a pill will not be able to bear it after seeing this ray of calamity. As soon as he eats it, our plan will be completed." Another voice sounded next to them, and the two people were enveloped in In the mist, it was eerie and did not look like a living person.

"The death of the clan relative he cares about most will definitely shake Old Ghost Furukawa's mind."

"Go back and prepare to deal with Old Ghost Furukawa!"

The ghost temple monk in front withdrew his gaze, turned around and took a step forward, his figure teleporting towards the distance.

"The relics of the ancestor of the inner demon are not so easy to get. The curse of the ancestor of the inner demon remains in the rosary. Even I dare not touch Furukawa. Although he is a genius, he is a monk in the lower world after all, and his vision is limited."

While talking, this person also disappeared into the forest along with the person in front of him. (End of chapter)