Mystery Makes Me Strong

On top of Tonghui Jiancheng.

The meridian masters who beat back Shi Baizhang last time sat quietly on the wall, looking at the Tartars in the distance.

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

Whoever uses it will know, and it is good to use it.

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

Boiled in a big pot, the fragrance is wafting ten miles away.

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

"If I had known this, it should have been served with golden juice last time." Old Hu couldn't help but think about his stupid granddaughter.

"Last time it was just a group of rogues, but this time they are Eastern captives. They are famous all over the world for their bows and arrows. It is said that when they shoot their bows at ten steps, they can hit people's eyes and faces. In our place, except for a few masters of horizontal training, others can't resist Such a hard bow." Xiong Lao Er said.

"That's right, the most elite of them is called Bai Yala, who wears triple armor, not as good as a sword or a gun. We still have to fight a bit harder, but even the heavy armor can't defend against this hot gold juice."

It has its own armor-piercing, which is its power.

A vat of hot bronzing juice can easily kill a few white teeth, just ask if you are afraid?

These golden juices are a kind of deterrent, so that the enemy dare not invest elite soldiers.

"Yeah, yeah, to be on the safe side, this thing is good." The third pig sniffed, taking a deep breath with reminiscence.

Everyone quietly moved away from this guy.

Only he has a unique taste, and it happens to be just like this one.

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

"The tartars are raging around, not a single blade of grass grows, even worse than the bandits last time. The commander-in-chief hopes that you can follow the example of the last time and attack the bandits in the middle of the night, let them retreat early, and there will be retaliation afterwards." The guard said very courteously.

"Well, the Tartars won't stay for long, we just need to watch them leave." Xiong Er Er shook his head.

"But the Tartars plundered many young and strong women, and no one will farm the land in the coming year." The guard is also a shrewd person, knowing that it is useless to say anything else, and he just talked about the most important thing.

"It doesn't matter, there are still so many refugees and beggars in the city, just release them next year and rent the land to them to grow." Xiong Er Er still refused.

Just a joke, those are elite soldiers, not those thieves who can be killed casually.

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

And the thieves don't have so many good bows.

An archer can be powerful for at least three years, and the easiest form of rogue is cavalry infantry - because those who can ride horses have a higher chance of surviving.

"But they still rob the craftsmen. Without blacksmiths and carpenters, it would be inconvenient for everyone, right?" the guard continued.

"It doesn't matter, there are many craftsmen in the city, and if they are gone outside, they will be gone." Xiong Laoer looked down on those craftsmen, but they were just their servants.

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

It's not a contradiction, like a chamber pot.

"Can……"

"Don't worry about it, go back and tell your commander-in-chief, let him guard the city honestly, and don't think about other things. The tartar will naturally leave when he has robbed enough." Xiong Laoer scolded.

The guard was angry inside, but he knew that these people could not afford to offend them.

They are big and deep.

To put it bluntly, if he dared to offend, his head might be removed that night.

After all, now is not the time of prosperity, the imperial court has the heart to suppress, and there are people with money.

There are already too many chaos in the world, and the imperial court is exhausted and cannot restrain these local tyrants.

He had no choice but to turn around and go back to report to the chief soldier.

"Hmph, these rubbish, I dare not go out to fight in the city, but I have to count on us, without us, I might not be able to keep the city last time!" Xiong Er Er said disdainfully.

"Okay, it's better for the commander-in-chief to save face." Old Tiger waited for the guard to leave before he said, "He still has 2,000 standard battalions to fight. Without us, those thieves can't break through the city."

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

"Wait until the Tartars are about to leave, go out and grab some treasures and women come back, that's all."

"Boss Tiger is still shrewd."

"Just fall far away."

"Hey, you see the Tartars are in a mess!" Someone suddenly pointed to the distance.

Everyone looked at it quickly, and after seeing it, they immediately sucked in a bunch of air-conditioning—no, it was gold.

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

The rain of arrows came.

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

"This is, this is a congenital master, and he is still in a perfect state!" Old Tiger has insight.

After all, there is an innate master in the city, who never makes a move, but 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 of them, and they didn't set up wooden shields in time, many unarmored young men and servants died in a short time.

The soldiers have armor, but the losses are slight.

But it was also a riot.

"Can this be within the reach of man?"

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

This is the supreme force in the martial arts world, a one-man enemy army!

Then they saw the palm-stretching master, with a fluttering figure, rushing directly towards the tent.

Random arrows came, but they fell within three feet.

The tents are not city walls, they are only two meters high.

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

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

His figure was ghostly, hard to see, and he stepped on the heads of the defenders.

Every time you step on one, one will burst, just like an opened watermelon...

Everyone's eyes were very good, looking at the tartar camp from a distance, it was like a village, and they had no power to resist.

"Let the arrows, let the arrows go!" There were still people who did not give up and were still shouting loudly.

But those strong arrows can only shoot their own people.

That master didn't fix one place, after stepping on it for a while, he floated to another place.

He never falls to the ground.

Someone wanted to grab him desperately, but only caught a cloud of air, and no force was needed at all!

More people wanted to pounce on them, wanting to die together, but the other party just dodged in a flash.

"This, this is the stellar energy body protection!" the old tiger said in shock.

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

Without this, masters like them would not be able to benefit if they were caught in a tight siege.

The opponent can let the dead soldiers catch them and shoot them with heavy arrows.

This is the method of fighting in the army, and it takes human lives to pile up.

"How much true energy does he have? How long can he last?" Someone asked in doubt.

The answer came out quickly.

After the master killed more than four hundred people, he drifted away.

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

"It's so, so terrible!"

"The last time I rode a horse to kill those powerless thieves, I only killed more than 300, and I was so tired that my hands and feet were weak. This man killed all elite fighters with his bare hands! "

Everyone was shocked.

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

"Who is it?" Everyone asked.

"That's the leader of the Devil's Cult, 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. He is famous for his long-lasting and inexhaustible energy. In the great battle, the opponent was exhausted and fled in embarrassment, but he was safe and sound."

"So that's how it is. This is a congenital master who keeps his true energy and doesn't hurt ordinary soldiers. When will we reach this level?" Someone said enviously.

"Impossible, our martial arts are too bad, and our aptitude is not enough, so we can't practice talent."

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