Weird: I can simulate fate

Chapter 47 Climbing the mountain
Zhang Hanchen was displeased with Xu Ye's ignorance and flattery.

It's just that time doesn't wait for us, and we must do our best to do well what our ancestors told us.

There is no time to go to other counties to deploy manpower.

Seventeen arresters...

Let's use it flexibly, at least there is someone who is good at it and can barely play a role.

Then he coughed dryly.

Qi Yifang and Fa Mang, who were in a stalemate, stopped each other, but Qi Yifang's eyes were rather unfriendly.

Zhang Hanchen asked blankly: "How long will it take Xu Butou to gather the manpower?"

Xu Ye thought for a while.

The trouble of weird things must be eliminated, otherwise it will spread to the county and cause catastrophe.

Furthermore, although the simulated exploration of Baihuling repeatedly encountered obstacles, it still took several days to reach the deadly village. Now that Zhang Hanchen and the others were leading the way for themselves, how could they miss such a great opportunity.

Then he said to himself: "Your Excellency, don't worry, the humble officer only needs to give an order, and the brothers will arrive in no time."

Then, as expected, an accident happened.

Those bastards may have been in the simulated scene for a long time, and they all ran to visit the brothel.

By the time Xu Ye brought the man with black lines all over his head, half a stick of incense had passed.

Taking the responsibility on his own initiative, he said: "My lord, forgive me, I just made a mistake in my humble post. In fact, the brothers are on holiday today, so I came a little late..."

Zhang Hanchen didn't blame him.

He said calmly: "I don't have any hope for the discipline of the arresters. If you can find all the people in half a stick of incense, it's not bad."

Immediately, regardless of everyone's reaction, he directly ordered to set off.

The team was blessed by the monk Famang who performed the Vedic magic technique, and the team traveled extremely fast along the way.

Twenty soldiers of the garrison battalion walked in the front in two rows. Although they were wearing silver chain mail, they breathed evenly and walked in unison, which showed that they had put in a lot of effort in their daily training.

Zhang Hanchen rode a black-maned war horse with thick bones and thick fur, holding a long iron spear in the rear.

Xu Ye wanted to ask him why he didn't use the Zhangba Snake Spear, but when he saw the captain's expression was unkind, he didn't touch the bad luck.

Monk Famang separated from Qingxuan Sword Sect's Chen Yu and others for a few feet, and guarded around him.

Xu Ye and a group of brothers are scattered at the end.

At first glance, it is indeed far from the strict ranks of the garrison battalion.

"Boss, the guys in the garrison are really well-organized. When will we get this treatment?"

Zhao Dezhu looked at the pieces of silver chain mail with envious eyes.

Xu Ye spread his hands and said calmly: "I have no money, I can't afford it."

Zhao Dezhu was taken aback.

"Boss, where is your money?"

"Forget about it, honor the City God."

Yao Qingyuan seemed to have a look of disdain for the soldiers, but in fact, there was a bit of envy and hatred in his tone.

Said: "The shining battle armor is suitable for being a target, as a bird? It's better to melt the silver, please go to Miaochunfang to have fun."

Zhu Weidu made a joke: "Yao Qingyuan, you have thick eyebrows and big eyes, but you can't imagine that you are so good at flirting. No wonder you are so good at playing with the soul lock."

Yao Qingyuan raised his eyebrows.

This bastard is trying to provoke a war between gangs.

Xindao: If it wasn't for the elder brother's disapproval, the Sangmen Gang would beat you to the knees and call you Dad sooner or later.

Through a rocky hill.

The appearance of Baihuling gradually became clear in the field of vision.

The mountain on it is steep, with jagged rocks and exposed pale white rocks, penetrating into the sky along the steep cliff.

Day and night, it is shrouded in a layer of gray mist, which makes the outline of the mountain look like a fierce beast that chooses to eat people, hence the name Baihuling.

A winding mountain road is like a coiled snake, looming among the rocks of Maolin Mountain.

The mountain road is rough and difficult to walk, and it can barely accommodate two people side by side, and riding a horse is absolutely impossible.

Zhang Hanchen had to dismount and regroup.

"Help!"

A miserable cry for help sounded from the forest.

Then a young scholar in ragged clothes ran out from the mountain path in great panic.

At a distance of dozens of steps behind him, he was chasing a strange creature that looked like a wild dog but walked upright.

The creepy creature is covered with felt-like flaky stains, and a hose-like tongue protrudes from its mouth. The tip of the tongue is covered with spikes, and mucus drips from time to time while running.

When the scholar saw the crowd, he was pleasantly surprised, and immediately rushed towards them without hesitation,

He kept shouting: "Master Guan, help me, they want to eat me!"

When he came close, he finally couldn't hold on anymore, he fell to the ground and passed out.

"Be careful, it's a gas eater!"

Zhang Hanchen ordered in a deep voice.

The soldiers of the garrison battalion raised their swords, shields and spears together.

"Brother, what should we do? Can't we get in?"

A brother lowered his voice and asked.

Xu Ye shook his head and said, "Just let's do the job of assisting from the side. It's still early when we really have to die."

Captain Zhang fixed his eyes on the gas-eater, but his heart was not at peace.

Secret way: Why do evil things from the hungry ghost realm appear here?
His family has a long history of learning, and he is backed by heaven and man, so he knows a lot about the six realms.

I don't know when, the six realms were damaged.

Among the three evil realms, the hungry ghost realm is the first to deteriorate.

Even weak monsters like gas-eaters, who originally relied on sucking various smells from the world for a living, have been degenerated into evil creatures that cannibalize human essence, energy, and blood.

If an ordinary ninth-rank warrior cannot kill with one move, it is very likely that it will be consumed to death by its instinct of eating qi.

Zhang Hanchen originally planned to preserve the physical strength of the soldiers of the garrison battalion, and let a group of arresters go up to fight.

He was also worried that even though Xu Ye, the ninth rank, was in charge, he was inexperienced after all. He was afraid that it would not be effective and would damage more than half of it, and he would not even be able to play the role of cannon fodder.

Without any choice.

Zhang Hanchen had no choice but to order: "Defend the battalion and attack."

The soldiers have already integrated the general's orders into their body instincts.

Quickly move your footsteps, and set up an army formation that looks like a seashell on the inside and outside.

The outer layer holds a shield and holds a knife, and the inner layer holds a spear with both hands.

"kill!"

Shouting in unison, they rushed towards the strange thing.

"Hiss—"

The gas-eater screamed strangely again and again, and his long, barbed tongue was like a flexible leech, twisting and twisting unceasingly, and burrowed towards the gap in the army formation.

It's just that the soldiers are well-trained and extremely skilled.

The thick shield is constantly rotating and moving, checking for gaps and making up for omissions.

Blocked all the attacks back.

Ten iron spears with a length of more than ten feet came out of the hole like poisonous snakes, and the guns rushed to the head of the gas-eater.

But within a few breaths, the monster has been seriously injured.

Instinctively turned around and wanted to escape, the army array suddenly opened a big mouth, blocking its way out.

The gas-eater was clumsy and unable to advance an inch. After holding on for a while, several holes were pierced in the head by the spear point, and he died completely.

In a blink of an eye, it turned into a pool of dark green blood.

Zhang Hanchen is quite satisfied with this.

No one was injured, and the physical exertion was not too much.

"Garrison battalion, close!"

The twenty soldiers resumed their marching formation.

Xu Ye's eyes lit up, and he was extremely envious.

Xindao: Be good, the soldiers are mighty and sharp, the momentum is astonishing, and there is a certain amount of advance and retreat. When will I have such a team?

Regardless of Zhang Hanchen's character, this military training ability is really pleasing to the eye.

(End of this chapter)