In a place like Shanbei Road, fighting is as frequent as drinking water and eating, maybe not as frequent as eating.

After all, in Shanbei Road, most people only eat twice a day, and some soldiers go to more than two battlefields a day.

However, these ordinary people are reserve soldiers, so they are entitled to these two meals. Ordinary people in other places are still chewing tree bark.

The old pawn shouted, and Gejiabao was in chaos without panic. Soldiers from every household were like streams of water flowing into the river, and soon the city walls were filled with people.

However, although Wubao is also a military building, it is not as good as the wall of the city, which can move four or five feet, or even higher and thicker; it is only two stories high at most, and can be climbed up with a ladder.

That's why Lord Gejia Fort and his generals are worried.

Looking at the smoke and dust billowing in the distance, the fort master frowned and said: "The Yongding Army has occupied the nearby three prefectures for two years. It has a deep foundation. We are far in the interior, who would think of attacking us?"

The First Army General hesitated for a moment and said: "Perhaps it is the ghost army of Lu Clan that has been rumored recently."

"The Yin Soldiers and Ghost Army!"

The expressions of all the soldiers changed. You must know that after the defeat of Gejiabao, except for the direct bloodline of the fortress owner, all the soldiers and civilians could survive. These people are the targets and trophies of the war for any warlord.

But the ghost army is different. Every time they go to a place, they will massacre the city and kill the people, and then use some evil magic to turn the civilians with high blood concentration into Yin soldiers.

What's more, there is the legendary banner of Lu Clan. Back then, the entire Shanbei Road trembled under the iron hoof of Lu Clan's army.

Didn't the Lu Clan disband, or did they turn into ghosts and come back?

As soon as the old pawn shouted, Qi Lung and the other three appeared on the top of the watchtower, staring at the billowing yellow smoke opposite, showing serious expressions.

"Good soldier!"

As a border military lieutenant, he was Li Fuwei's personal soldier, and in Hong Xiaosi's eyes, he was only of average rank.

But now he was blurting out praises to the ghost army that had not yet shown up. One can imagine how strong the enemy army was.

Qi Long showed a puzzled expression, staring at the purple-red feathered banner with the word "LV" in the sand, and said to himself, "Lü Clan?"

On the bank of Guyue Lake, he fought against Lu Clan and had a vertebra broken.

Among the ten generals of Lu Clan, Zhou Zitong, the commander-in-chief of Buddhism, taught him the method of "Strong Bodhisattva".

At the top of Black Mountain, it was with the help of Lu Aohou's 'Qingluan Sword' that he was able to escape successfully.

It can be said that he and Lu Clan have a close connection.

However, according to his memory, since the disappearance of the leader Lu Aohou, the Lu clan has been engaged in internal strife. The Lu clan has been divided into two factions. Among them, one group of conservatives, led by Zishuai Zhao Ziyi, gathered their troops and retreated to the sea, the earliest base camp of the Lu clan.

Wasteland management.

The other faction was the radical faction, which followed Lu Clan's march route to the north and disappeared without a trace.

If it is really Lu Clan's troops, which faction are they from?

Xue Bai sniffed the air and said with a bitter face: "It smells so bad."

Qi Lung suddenly became energetic. Now was not the time to care about such things. A large army was besieging the city. Not to mention top-notch experts, even a master-level figure might fall in the siege of a large army.

There is no whistle from his own men, and there are nearly ten thousand strong bandits who dare to fight against any enemy.

Moreover, the nature of this attack is different from that night of martial arts fighting. He can divide his attacks and kill hundreds of people in a row.

In a large army campaign, you are actually very experienced in dealing with a single martial arts master, and will not give you a chance to get close at all.

"Can you tell how many people there are?"

"It's covered by magic, so I can't see it, but based on my feeling, it won't be less than tens of thousands."

Qi Long frowned. Based on his many years of experience as a bandit, if the number of people is less than ten thousand, he can still attack alone. If there are more than ten thousand people, it is better not to think about hitting this iron wall.

Although my boxing skills are now three to four times what I used to be, in terms of explosive power, I am still far less powerful than when I was a gangster with a knife.

"If you just keep it, you won't be able to bear it."

"If you can't defend it, if you want to defend it, the best way is to use the death squads to charge first, break the opponent's army, and behead them."

In this world of high military force, it is common to behead generals and capture flags, and beheading tactics have long been used in various wars.

Although Qi Long was tense, there was not a trace of nervousness at all. He had never seen any scene before. Although the scene in front of him was a bit dangerous, it did not touch the string in his heart.

"Let's go, in your name, sign up for the death squads."

Hong Xiaosi took another look at the military situation on the opposite side, shook his head, and wondered: "Why does it feel so familiar?"

What Qi Long and Hong Xiaosi could think of, the upper echelons of Gejiabao could also think of, and the two quickly found the gathering point of the death squads.

Nearly a hundred elite soldiers wore three layers of iron armor, black helmets, two knives, three spears, a bow, an arrow pot, and some incendiary equipment.

Among them, there are more than a dozen corps commanders who have one or two tendons pierced through. They have calm faces and cold eyes with murderous intent.

Whether it is quantity or quality, the low-level masters in Shanbei Road are generally a higher level than those in Shannan Road.

"You want to sign up?" a bearded general said in surprise. These days, there are people rushing to do anything that seeks death?

"What, am I not worthy?"

Hong Xiaosi asked with a sneer, the Captain's Order of the Governor's Office in his hand was particularly valuable.

The bearded general is the nephew of the Lord of Gejiabao and a veteran general. As soon as he turned his head, he understood that the three people in front of him were trying to escape by taking advantage of the situation.

He didn't dare to offend either.

"Of course the captain can do it, but these two can't. We don't accept just any cat or dog. When we use troops to take risks, we are most afraid of bringing along cowards and idiots!"

Hong Xiaosi did not explain, but turned sideways and saw Xue Bai happily carrying two hundred-jin drums and hammers, and said to his old uncle:

"Uncle, if this weapon is handy, I will use this big guy!"

Qi Lung didn't hesitate, slapped the opponent on the back of the head, and ran away with these two heavy guys on his back. Are you afraid that others won't know that you are a fierce general and can shoot you to death with arrows?

Qi Lung threw a round iron-wrapped wooden shield over and asked Xue Bai to catch it, then he lunged and raised his palms, his heart beating like a drum, his five fingers exploding into the air, and pressing his palms against the shield like lightning.

Almost in the next instant, the shield fell into pieces, and the iron sheet wrapped around it rolled into spiral patterns.

This is a variation of Snake Fist ‘Xiao Zen Temple’ incorporating the Iron Wire Hand, which has stronger internal explosive power.

"This shield doesn't work. It's too light and brittle. Let's get another one."

"oh."

Hong Xiaosi's eyes twitched, he turned around and asked calmly: "What, are you not qualified?"

The bearded general said "hum" twice, turned around and left. At this juncture, with such a master helping him, what else could he say?

As for Hong Xiaosi, he said to himself a little depressed: "Don't they say that the martial arts system in Guan Nei is not perfect yet? Why is my boxing so easy to learn?"

On the battlefield, even if your boxing skills are superb, if you don't take any precautions, you are looking for death.

Even though Qi Lung is wearing a red gold Buddha body, his vital points can be protected from blunt force blows, but he is about to go to the battlefield, so who can hit you with blunt force weapons?

Qi Lung wore four sets of inner armor and three sets of outer armor. Just like an old black bear who spent the winter, his current physical strength could support him to do this. In fact, if more armor would not affect his movement, he would be ready to wear it.

Ten layers of armor.

Just like the legendary military commander in the storybook.

Although Xue Bai was quite reluctant, he still put on two layers of inner armor, two layers of outer armor, a mixed iron shield, a thick back knife, and three knives tied to his back.

Seeing the round-faced boy pouting in displeasure, Qi Lung slapped him again. If he wants to dominate the world with his boxing skills, wait until you have mastered the Four Refinements.

"You just take one gun?" Hong Xiaosi couldn't help but ask.

Qi Long looked at the iron gun in his hand and shook his head, "I'm sure."

A martial artist wastes his swords and guns. Even Taoist weapons are likely to break after being used on the battlefield a few times. Ordinary weapons have to be replaced frequently. Human bones are still very hard. Let alone cutting them off, they cannot be pulled out if they are cut inside.

If you come out, you will die.

Even if his pair of eight-cut swords are made of black iron, he still has two ordinary swords as backup.

Moreover, as a swordsman, he wanted to see the sword of the leader of the Red Party.

His older brother Hong Xiaosan, who was superior to him in terms of talent and talent, was killed by a knife in the pass. He didn't recover for several years, and the clan was in an uproar.

He really wanted to see the opponent's knife.

Unexpectedly, Qi Lung pulled Xue Bai and stood in the team, as if he had no intention of choosing another weapon.

Hong Xiaosi couldn't help it anymore and asked: "Where is your knife?"

The big iron gate of Gejiabao was pulled open with a "creak" and "creak" sound, a fishy wind blew in the face, and a tragic atmosphere of horse-leather corpses suddenly rolled up.

Qi Long stroked the body of the gun and said without looking back:
Chapter completed!