Summon Qunhao

Chapter 167 [Namu Cuoxie]

In the first battle of the Heroes Battalion, the fighter is Jiangdong's famous sword, Sun He, the king of Hundred Swords.

Sun He became famous very early, as early as ten years ago, he was well-known in Jiangdong. At that time, banditry was rampant in Jiangdong, and there were many followers. The powerful and powerful attacked the city, killed people and seized the village. Call Jiangdong heroes to resist.

Sun He was called up at that time. In the battle where he became famous, thousands of water bandits stormed Xiaoxun City. He defended the city alone. He fought from night to dawn, beheading hundreds of enemies with long knives. , Still standing upright, keeping the safety of the people in Xiaoxun City, hence the name of Baizhan.

Therefore, he is considered a veteran in the battle. Now that he is promoted as No.1, it is also expected by everyone in the hero camp. Everyone congratulates him on his victory and return.

"The king of swords will definitely succeed immediately!"

"The King of Swords has been famous in Jiangdong for a long time. Today, let these barbarians in the border areas have a look at what a real sword is!"

"I wish the sword king a great victory!"

……

Of course, that's what the words say. As for whether everyone thinks so in their hearts, no one knows.

Perhaps what everyone was thinking was to let Sun He go to find out the direction of the wind first. Anyway, he didn't do it himself. Winning or losing is irrelevant. If you say a few nice words at most, you won't lose a few pieces of meat.

Or maybe, in fact, Sun He also knew what everyone was thinking, but he was very confident in himself, so he stood up, and he didn't want anyone to get ahead of him.

This is Sun Ha's stage.

Riding on the military horse led by the sergeant at the side, Sun He slapped the horse with a five-foot-long big ring knife.

The gate of the camp was opened wide, and suddenly there was a loud sound of knives outside the gate.

After three breaths, someone outside the gate of the camp suddenly laughed loudly: "The knife is very good, but it's a pity that the person died!"

It was none other than the voice of Na Mu Cuo Xie, the general over there.

There was an uproar in the Camp of Heroes in the large school grounds. No one expected that it would be so fast, but within three breaths, Sun He, the sword king known as the Hundred Slashes, had already given his head.

"I just said that Sun He is nothing more than that, the king of hundreds of swords, it's just an exaggeration. If he is really famous in Jiangdong, why should he come to other places to become famous? I think today's game still depends on Layman Tianyi. . " As soon as Sun He died, some people began to make sarcastic remarks.

However, death is like a lamp going out, and the hero camp is full of quacks, so it makes sense to have big fists. Since Sun He is dead, then no one cares about him.

"That's right, Layman Tianyi is the real master!" As soon as the man finished speaking, someone immediately echoed him.

There were too many people talking, and the so-called Layman Tianyi couldn't sit still.

"Since all of you are so optimistic about me, I have no choice but to give it a try." Layman Tianyi was a middle-aged man in a half-vulgar attire, and he seemed to be full of energy, and he didn't have the slightest worry that he died because of Sun He.

With a calm expression on his face, the sergeant brought the horse, got on the horse, and walked away slowly.

"Tianyi Layman, isn't he the one who claims to have comprehended the way of heaven and is about to achieve great martial arts, but in the end he was beaten by the respected master with three strokes?" Looking at his back, he said to Yue Zili who sat down and lowered his head, "I'm afraid this person will die outside."

Yue Zili didn't speak, but just smiled slightly.

And as expected, after four breaths, Na Mu Cuoxie said loudly: "Are you people from the Central Plains all such useless people? Or, do you care about the lives of the soldiers in those five forts at all?"

"Damn it, Layman Tianyi has also been murdered by him. What should we do?" The hero camp can't say anything sarcastic at this time. After all, everyone is in the same camp at this time. , It's really embarrassing, none of them looks good.

"Who is going now?"

A group of people looked at each other in blank dismay. Someone seemed to want to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, someone turned his head away.

The current situation is that everyone doesn't want to go.

"I think that man must have exhausted his strength in the battle against two masters. If he goes out now, he will surely succeed in no time. I don't know who..."

"I don't think it's better for you to go by yourself, since you have said so."

"Yes, yes, you go."

"I can't..."

"then you……"

Just when you were pushing each other in the heroic camp, a young general among the generals in the Zhenbei Army suddenly stepped out and said to Wang Bubu who was standing on the general's platform: "I report to the commander, the last general is bold, Request to fight!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the Hero Camp felt as if they had eaten a fly, their faces turned blue, and they felt that they had been slapped in the face.

Someone looked at the young general who came out and was about to say something, but was stopped.

Just because people...

It was none other than the thirteen sons of the Great General Wang Bu Shou, the exiled general Wang Shifang who was known as a vicious man in the army.

It is rumored that this person is unscrupulous in his actions, he will kill people if he disagrees with him, and even if he agrees with him, he will kill people, it is really unpredictable.

Coupled with the fact that he is the son of Wang Bucheng, it is naturally more sensitive.

Although the people in the hero camp can't stand the rules, they are not complete lunatics and fools. It is clear who can be messed with and who can't be messed with.

Besides, this Wang Shifang had just been defeated in the capital some time ago, and his might in the army had declined. This time, he wanted to take the opportunity to revive his prestige, and he was looking for death by making sarcastic remarks at this time.

Wang Bucheng sat on the stage and looked at his son for a while, then nodded and said, "Go."

"Design!" Wang Shifang is worthy of being a person who has been in the battle all year round, his movements are much faster than the previous two, and he left quickly.

It could be seen that the soldiers in the army had expectations in their eyes. After all, Wang Shifang was also a celebrity in the army.

"Thirteenth is going out, I think it will be successful immediately, uncle can rest assured." His Royal Highness watched Wang Shifang go out and said with a smile. He couldn't see it at all. According to the rumors on weekdays, he and Wang Shifang were extremely at odds.

"It's hard to say." It's just that Wang Bucheng shook his head with a smile, because he didn't think much of his son.

Ten breaths.

The sound of knives outside continued, and it seemed that the battle was extremely intense.

Twenty breaths later, the sound of the saber did not stop.

Thirty breaths, the battle situation is anxious.

Forty breaths later, the gate of the camp suddenly opened wide, and a group of soldiers rushed out, dragging an officer who looked like a blood man back to the camp.

"This person is not bad, but he still can't do it. If the next person is no more than this, then I seem to be able to mourn for the soldiers of the five fortresses in advance." Mu Cuoxi's voice came again, without panting Zhi Zhi, it seems... is still able to do a job with ease.

Wang Shifang was also defeated.

"It's a pity..." His Highness the Crown Prince sighed.

Wang Bucheng didn't seem to be surprised, he just watched the entire campus in silence.

The entire campus was also extremely quiet because of Wang Bucheng's silence, even the people in the Heroes Camp stopped making noise.

Because no one dares to speak anymore, and those who speak will go out to die.

But at this moment, shouts suddenly sounded outside the barracks. It was the kind of rough shout of the side language. At first hearing, I couldn't understand what they were shouting.

But after listening for a while, you can understand, they are shouting: "Na Mu Cuo Xie!"

"That Mu Cuoxie!"

"That Mu Cuoxie!"

"That Mu Cuoxie!"

Because of the silence in the big school field, the shouting was louder, reaching into the sky.

The morale of the entire Zhenbei Army fell to its lowest point.

"Marshal, let's go." At this moment, Yue Zili suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Bucheng.

Wang Bucheng was still silent, after a while, he laughed, shook his head, and said, "That's fine."

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