The Empress’ Livestream

Chapter 427 Chapter 427: Rebuilding Xiangyang County (11)

Is this the crossbow of the brothers?

Li Yan recognized the familiar buzz for the first time, but he found that the arrow was not pointing in the right direction.

Before he thought about it, it was a few arrows coming out of the air, precisely saving a few almost dead.

wrong!

Is this a rescue?

There was joy on Li's face, and if he could not die, who wanted to die.

After all, the silver-colored gun regained its severe and aggressive state, and bounced off two enemies in an instant.

He shouted, "Brothers, reinforcements are coming!"

Reinforcements?

Could it be said that the brother who had asked him to go to Lang Jun for rescue before has reached the mission?

A strong desire to survive ignited from the heart, the spirit of the original slump suddenly abruptly, and a strong resistance broke out.

If you want to confirm Li Yan's words, countless arrows are humming, and the body of the Tsing Yi Army is falling down. After two waves of shooting, a group of men and horses rushed from the dark. The leader is not everyone who is very familiar with Meng Hun. ? Endless anger was brewing in their killing shouts, and they seemed to be revenge-like, recovering all the brothers' blood debts!

The torches of the Tsing Yi Army did not ignite the mountains, but burned their own people.

The fire burned, and the bitter cry was mixed with the shouting. Here, it was like a Shura field. Everyone was killed every minute.

Jiang Yanji lowered his crossbow and raised his hand to pull out the long knife on his waist and rushed to the battlefield.

It was almost a life-threatening death with a knife in his hand, and soon his body was stained with blood.

Li Min re-launched his gun to find the leader of the gangster, who knew that people ran fast and wanted to flee if he saw a bad situation.

"What about people?"

Suspicious in his heart, he opened a blood path with the gun in his hand and never saw the figure of the strong man.

With a wrong look, he saw a familiar figure, as if he had seen the most beautiful Huanghua girl, and his eyes were bright.

He was about to rush to grab someone's head, but without waiting for him to get close, the man's neck crossed a white light, and his head burst into the air.

Again, a strange pair of hands grabbed the falling head.

Li Yan: "..."

Who snatched his head?

"The enemy and the bandit give the head, who will not kill who!"

I saw the thin teenager holding up his brawny head, his husky voice with a strong unwillingness.

Of course Jiang Yanji was unwilling to reconcile. The part that had been carefully cultivated and took huge financial and material resources to raise was almost folded in the hands of the Tsing Yi Army. How could she be willing if she did not return? But she knew better that if things were allowed to happen, then more people would be hurt.

Even if she shouted these words, the two sides that had killed the red eyes did not stop.

It wasn't until the Tsing Yi Army gradually fell into the wind that the bottom of the mountain was covered with scorched corpses, and the scorched meat smell filled the tip of their noses. Then their consciousness gradually returned to the cage, and the remaining Tsing Yi Army kneeled to surrender.

"Some people counted the captives, and others went out to extinguish the fire, so as not to burn the forest." Jiang Yanji said in a husky voice, leaving the first stage aside at will, revealing the fierce light in his eyes, which made people dare not look at them. "The account of the Tsing Yi Army will be counted back sooner or later. It really hurts to hurt my men!"

Meng Hun clenched his fists, his calm face brewing with anger.

It was not until the dawn broke that the battlefield was barely cleaned up. Counting the songs brought by Jiang Yanji, there are only 1,800 people left.

"Master ..." Meng Hun opened his sour eyes, as if he could cry in the next second.

I ca n’t help but feel distressed. Now there are more than 3,000 songs from Chongzhou.

Don't look at the casualty ratio, but every single song is measured by the standards of this world, all of them are elite soldiers, and the loss is distressed, let alone nearly half the loss!

"Finally buried?" Jiang Yanji frowned, not showing much emotion.

She was accustomed to life and death, and felt at least temporarily, and would not be addicted to it.

"Brothers are buried."

Meng Hun wanted to take their bodies back, but today's situation doesn't allow it.

He could only bury it in pain, and everyone set up a tomb.

The only thing that can comfort people is that their tombs are all in one place and they should not feel lonely.

"Bring everyone back ..." Jiang Yanji looked dignified, glanced blandly, fell on Li Yan, saw his right hand look, raised his eyebrows lightly, and asked Meng Hun, "Who is this person? Ever? "

According to Jiang Yanji's training method, the distribution of thick cocoons on the mini-hands is not like this.

Upon hearing her inquiries, a song on the hand stiffened and said, "Brother Li is your benefactor."

"Benefactor?" Jiang Yanji glanced at Li Yan. "What's going on?"

When talking about Li Yan, many people feel that they are really lucky.

Li Yi, a native of Fengyi County, died as a child of his parents, and then taught art masters to study martial arts in the mountains near Fengyi County.

The previous part was chased and chased by the Tsing Yi Army, and Li Zhi happened to be passing down the mountain. He heard that the Tsing Yi Army's atrocities, he subconsciously leaned towards the Ministry, and enthusiastically asked him to lead the Ministry to help them escape the pursuit. This is a seemingly cold noodle, but in fact some young people who are familiar with nature, are unpretentious and unpretentious. In addition, he saved his life several times for justice, and was quickly accepted by the ministry. They are called brothers and sisters.

Jiang Yanji heard it, and blandly.

"Can you go anywhere else?" Jiang Yanji asked Li Yan.

Li Xun did not respond for a moment, and then immediately said, "Master told me to go down the mountain to see more, but I didn't specify where to go."

In fact, Master ’s original words are like today ’s sudden change. Only by constantly challenging people and fighting constantly can you improve your martial arts, so let him go down the mountain to gain more insights. If you return for a good name, maybe you can still marry A good wife, passed on to the old Li family.

Because Dongqing emphasizes writing and restraining martial arts, learning Wushu is not as good as studying literature. His master originally thought that it would be difficult for Li Zhi to become the boss.

The world was in chaos at the moment, but it was a good time for the rise of the martial arts and the world.

"If you don't have a fixed goal, how about coming to Xiangyang County? Now Dongqing North is in a mess, and it is very dangerous for you to be alone."

Li Min thought for a while and nodded refreshedly, "Okay."

He saw that the thin young man in front of him was very good. If he went to Xiangyang County, he might have a chance to fight in the future.

Although Li Zhi is clever, he has blind trust in his master.

How could he not forget his two purposes of going down the mountain-fighting and advancing in martial arts, and gaining fame to discuss his wife.

Seeing such a cold and handsome male god, exposed such a silly white sweet side, the audience in the live broadcast said that the style was clear and strange.

[Tea big guy]: #Torch, the gun handsome male **** was abducted by the anchor to Xiangyang County, I wonder if the anchor can only get on and off the boat? For details, please refer to the poor Luo Yue teacher, now working overtime tired of a dog.

[Do not want to add more, just want to die]: I seem to see a flower that will gradually wither under the pressure of overtime.

[Come to hurt each other]: The anchor should ... not be so sick?

Mushrooms → _ → I have foreseen the future of this delicate flower, which will gradually wither under the weight of Canada.

(End of this chapter)