On a snowy night, in the cold wind.

Lin Zhao punched his wholeheartedly. When a punch broke the head of a ghoul, his figure twisted and quickly appeared behind the old fish head. He swept across and shook a ghost soldier who had raised his steel knife. He quickly stepped forward and stomped his head and smashed it, shocking everyone. Lin Zhao, who was on the battlefield for the first time, did not have any stage fright. He took action quickly and ruthlessly, all of which were killing moves.

In fact, although Lin Zhao was ignorant when he was a child, he still understood something from the chat after dinner in the town. What his mother didn't want to say naturally would say that after he appeared in the Qilin Fire Seal at the age of five, his father went down the mountain and never returned. When he came back, he was already a blood-stained corpse.

The adults did not say it clearly, but Lin Zhao also understood that his father either died at the hands of the demon clan or at the hands of the ghost clan.

Because of this, Lin Zhao's hatred for the four northern tribes was almost born with it. In addition, people often die in battle in the town and have been influenced by them since childhood. Even when Lin Zhao was nine years old, he saw a ghost soldier sneaking into the town with his own eyes and chewing half of the uncle's head who was the neighbor who often told stories to him. This kind of hatred is irreconcilable!

...

"snort!"

Not far from Lin Zhao, the commander Zhang Yanping sneered and said, "Hey, that kid... Although the punches are sharp, the true energy is consumed too quickly. Please keep some strength. If the attack of the demon and ghost clan continues until dawn, wouldn't you lose strength early? If you have a boxing technique, you can only wait for death."

Although the other party scolded him, it was like a blow to Lin Zhao. He was right. The situation on the battlefield changed constantly, and he was indeed blinded by hatred for a while.

...

Central Army formation.

The Death Camp had already taken the enemy, and the Iron Cavalry rushed around and rushed a group of demon soldiers. Then the sword light swept away fiercely, just like cutting wheat.

Chu Huaixi stood on the observation stage, standing next to Huang Tingyu. Huang Tingyu was like a sharp blade in a sheath, and he only drew his sword once, and then returned to Chu Huaixi again. Behind them, formation masters wearing gray cloaks were waiting for the formation. They held the talisman stones in their hands, like ghosts in the battlefield, waiting for Chu Huaixi's orders at any time, and launching the Qianlong In Abyss formation hidden in the battlefield.

However, what disappointed Chu Huaixi was that less than an hour of fighting between the two sides, the north remembered a series of rapid horns, and then the demon and ghost clans abandoned a large number of corpses and withdrew their troops.

Before dawn, the Iron Buying began to clean up the battlefield.

A large number of demons and ghosts were buried on the spot, and the bodies of the fallen soldiers of the Tianchi Army were wrapped in horse leather. For a time, rows of corpses were placed in the camp. To sum up, the number of casualties exceeded one hundred, and the Tiebu Camp was not originally a complete establishment, so the current Tiebu Camp is probably less than 700 people.

Lin Zhao returned to Yingpan and entered the tent to rest for a while.

Not long after, Lao Yutou came back with a group of people. The nine people he ruled killed four of them, so his face looked quite ugly, but he held a pot of broth and two large pieces of military rations in his hand and said, "Hurry up and eat it while it's hot. Last night was just a tentative attack. God knows what the demon clan and the ghost clan are fighting against."

"Thank you."

Lin Zhao started to eat voraciously.

A middle-aged soldier smiled and said, "The military merit book has been counted. Lin Zhao killed 84 enemies alone last night. If he hadn't stopped a little later, he would have probably been able to break the hundred."

“Hmph…”

Old Yutou smiled: "Young man, you don't know anything about Zangfeng. If you continue to kill like this, you should give up the position of Zhang Yanping's ruler in a few days..."

Lin Zhao smiled awkwardly: "Really?"

"Boy, do you really want to be the governor?" Old Yutou cursed.

Lin Zhao said: "I haven't thought about it. I just want to kill more demons and ghosts."

"Don't worry, there will be a chance."

After eating, Lao Yu head lay down on his helmet and said, "Sleep, sleep, sleep for a while, maybe there will be some other tasks to be assigned to us during the day. It won't be enough to not nourish our energy."

"yes!"

Everyone fell asleep in the marching bedding.

...

I don’t know how long I slept, but Lin Zhao woke up from a noisy noise. Lao Yutou and others also joined in. He saw a man lifting the tent door, wrapped in cold wind and Feixue, looking inside, and said, “Old Yutou?”

"exist!"

The old fish head immediately stood up. He knew that the other party was a messenger and said, "What's the matter?"

"You have a mission."

The messenger stuffed a copper token and said, "Not long ago, we were attacked by sporadic troops of the demon clan in the right rear. We ordered you to lead your subordinates to help immediately. Remember, the grain and grass escort officer is a commander of the Great Shang Dynasty. Anyone can die. He must escort this commander back alive at all costs. Otherwise, the Great Shang Dynasty may have another handle."

The old fish head frowned: "Are we the only one?"

"more than."

The messenger said: "There are twenty tokens issued in total, and the total number is at least one hundred. Some have passed. In short, you can go over and reinforce them quickly."

"knew!"

The old fish head turned over and shouted in a low voice: "I heard it all, immediately put on my armor, put on my weapons, and headed to the right-wing food and grass camp for reinforcements!"

"yes!"

A group of six people put on armor and brought a small amount of dry food. They immediately flew into the snow curtain and galloped away under the leadership of the old fish head. Several soldiers were quite tired. The battle last night had exhausted everyone. Now they had not had a long rest and were about to go to the battlefield again. The fatigue on their faces was revealed. Among the people, Lin Zhao was full of energy. The physical strength of the third-level martial man was already strong. In his veins, the power of the fire qilin led the magnificent true energy like a leader, which also filled him with strength.

...

In the afternoon, in the snow, a grain camp appeared in sight.

"stop!"

Just behind a tree, the old fish head suddenly raised his hand and ordered everyone to stop. Suddenly, a group of people were well-trained and lying in the snow, motionless. The old fish head narrowed his eyes, sniffed his nose, and said, "Hmph, do you want to ambush us?"

As he said that, he looked back at Lin Zhao and said, "Did you smell it?"

"Um."

Lin Zhao is a martial artist in the third realm who has stronger natural perception ability and said, "There is one on the left, two on the right, and the one on the left is stronger, but the two on the right have crossbows in their hands, which is also more dangerous. This road is the only way to go to the grain camp. We can't detour or get around, so we can only forcefully break through."

"right!"

The old fish head's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Good boy, I have some skills."

A young soldier narrowed his eyes and pointed to the right side, whispering: "Look at that side."

Just in the direction of his finger, two corpses were lying in the snow, covered in blood, and were all wearing the armor of the Tianchi Army's Death Camp, and were fatally injured in the throat. Two feathers swaying in the wind killed them. In the distance were the uninhabited war horses cruising in the snow. It was obvious that the soldiers who were rushing to rescue the Death Camp were shot and killed by the demon clan.

"Be careful."

The old fish head frowned and said, "The demon clan is cruel by nature and has extremely strong physical strength. When facing our human cultivators, we can often kill more than one level. In previous battles, the fourth level of demon clan kills the fifth level of the human clan and the sixth level of the demon clan kills the seventh level of the human clan. The demon clan ambushed on the left is the strongest, at least the fourth level, the two on the right are weaker, the two realms, should we... wait any longer?"

"No more waiting."

Lin Zhao pricked up his ears, there was a sound of horse hooves in the distance, and the demon clan generally did not set up cavalry, so it is highly likely that it was the Death Camp. The people from Chengfeng Camp frowned and said, "If we don't take action, our reinforcements will continue to be shot. Since that's the case, Lao Yutou, I will go to the left alone to attack the fourth realm demon clan. You and the rest of you will use the advantages of the heavy shield soldiers to detour to the right and attack the two demon clans with crossbow arrows. This may have a little chance of winning."

"Are you okay with the third level of warrior fighting the fourth level of demon cultivators?"

Lao Yutou was worried: "Lin Zhao, you are a person with a bright future. Maybe you will really grow into a battalion in the future. If you die here, it will be unworthy."

Lin Zhao smiled and said, "Don't worry, my life is very tough. I can't die. If I really die, I can't blame others."

"OK!"

The old fish head said in a deep voice: "After Lin Zhao set off, we immediately began to detour. The other party may have discovered us, maybe he didn't. In short, be careful."

"yes!"

...

Lin Zhao nodded, put down his shield and sword directly, wearing only a piece of armor, and disappeared into the snow curtain with his waist and speed. He was extremely fast. Using the cover of a shrub, Lin Zhao slowly approached. When he was about a hundred meters away, he saw clearly that the Fourth Realm Demon Clan turned into a middle-aged man, holding a wolf-tooth hammer in his hand, and the hammer was covered with minced meat and blood. He must have killed many soldiers in the Tianchi Army.

He squinted his eyes, looked at the direction of Lao Yutou and others, and sneered: "Several wastes, do you want to deal with us?"

Lin Zhao frowned, without thinking much, suddenly lifted up a breath of pure energy, rushed out of the bush with a "swish", and turned into a afterimage in the flying snow, rushing towards the other party as quickly as possible. It was indeed outrageous to fight against the fourth party, especially when the other party was still a demon clan, Lin Zhao was not sure, but he had to fight, otherwise Lao Yutou and others would be tortured without any suspense!

"Um?!"

The demon cultivator suddenly turned around and couldn't help but sneer: "Looking for death!"

A hammer swept out, and the spiritual energy surged, but just as he swept out a punch, Lin Zhao had already activated the farmer's three-fist turret style. The speed of the air and fist flowing suddenly increased, and his body sank suddenly. He avoided the opponent's hammer in a kneeling skiing manner, and at the same time, he swept hard on the ankle of the demon clan.

"Peng!"

After the footsteps were hit hard, as strong as a demon cultivator, he also snorted and fell to the ground. Before he could land, Lin Zhao had already sent a second punch. A "peng" punch fell on the face of the demon cultivator, and his nose bones were broken and blood splashed. As the opponent rolled out, Lin Zhao jumped up and punched him hard on the other party's throat.

The true energy burst out and the fist intention flowed. At this time, Lin Zhao was like a small ferocious beast in the sea of ​​snow. Once he bit the opponent's vital point, he would never let go. The fourth punch was handed out and directly hit the opponent's flying out, breaking a pine tree as thick as a bowl. Before it landed, Lin Zhao arrived like the wind, gently hooked it up with his toes, handed out his right fist, and the fifth punch directly knocked the opponent's face to the point of depression.

At this moment, Lin Zhao was also a little secretly grateful.

Thanks to the fact that this demon clan is a spiritual practitioner and cannot withstand the beatings, if he is a warrior in the demon clan, the result will probably be different.

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