One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Song Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to recall the function of [Anxi Real-time Map].

You can have a panoramic view of the whole city, especially the enemy's position, movement, and cultivation level, all under control.

Not long after, a translucent map seemed to appear in front of my eyes, with tens of thousands of small light spots moving on it.

Song Yun only glanced at it, and his face changed.

There are still deviations in the illusion and memory, and the deviation is outrageous.

There is actually a martial saint from Jingguo in the city!

The first battle of Anxi was originally the vanguard of [-] troops led by Sikong Cuo.

They inquired about the information in advance and knew that Anxi had actually been abandoned by the Tang court, and only three thousand veterans were stationed there.

Therefore, Jing Guo didn't send out too many troops, and neither did the strong ones. There was even only one grandmaster among the 6 people.

On the one hand, it is to deceive people, and on the other hand, it is to prevent Tang Guo from being too stimulated.

This made it possible for Song Yun to slaughter all the soldiers and horses in the city.

As a result, Mirage directly adjusted the difficulty to the highest level, and Jing Guo did his best this time.

Song Yun glanced at the [Anxi real-time map] again, the brightest spot of light represented that the enemy was a late martial artist.

There is no need to guess the identity of the enemy, Bai Xiang, Duke Wulie of Jingguo!

Although this person is already Song Yun's dead soul under the sword, the famous weapon, the three-pointed double-edged sword, has also become a collection of spoils in the [Void Storage Box].

But at this moment, in the illusion, he is in the late stage of Martial Saint, and Song Yuncai is in the middle stage of the third stage!
How to fight this?
"Sure enough, the tests given to me are extremely difficult."

Song Yun shook his head, and turned to look for traces of the surviving old soldiers in the [Real-time Map].

However, after reading it over and over again, I can no longer find my own light spot.

Facing the strong martial saints, the three thousand veterans were naturally unable to resist, and all of them were killed in battle.

Song Yun heaved a sigh of relief.

"These old men have already rested in peace, so don't pull them out to toss, it's good."

Like the last test, Meng Su captured the old soldier alive to threaten Song Yun, this situation is unacceptable.If this is still the case this time, Song Yun will not hesitate to use his hole cards to try to make Li Huanzhu collapse.

It is a big deal not to climb the collection tower, and this tone must be drawn.

It is estimated that the collection order also heard Song Yun's threat, and did not dare to set up an excessive situation, but just made a super difficult one.

"The higher the difficulty, the higher the difficulty. Anyway, I will kill it slowly by myself."

Looking at the map, Song Yun could find that Jing Bing had easily occupied the entire city, and the troops that had dispersed for street fighting were regrouping.

After the assembly, it is estimated that the entire city will be cleaned up, all the charred houses that are about to collapse will be bulldozed, and several barracks will be rebuilt.

Now Anxi City is still in chaos, with flames and black smoke everywhere, and you can still move your hands a few times while in the chaos.

When Jing Jun finishes cleaning up the city, the chances may not be many.

Song Yun poked his head out from the corner again, looking at the dozen or so soldiers in front of his house.

"There's no one else around, so it's you."

Flipping his left palm, a black smoke stone appeared in his hand.

This kind of hidden weapon has not been used for a long time, and it can no longer keep up with his realm, but when the strength is weak, it is indeed a magic weapon to assist assassination. …

The black smoke stone was thrown into the air, and the thick black smoke spread out, covering a few feet in front of the house in an instant.

The dozen or so Jing soldiers all had their eyes darkened, not knowing what happened.

"Enemy attack, hurry up and blow the whistle—" Na Shichang just opened his mouth when he was hit hard on the head and passed out directly.

Immediately afterwards, the deputy was also knocked unconscious.

Song Yun smashed the back of the team with a sword hilt, and began the massacre.

With the realm of a third-tier warrior, it is easy to deal with this group of pawns who are all first-tier and second-tier, and suddenly launch an attack again.

The bronze long sword slashed repeatedly, and more than a dozen Jing soldiers were wiped off their necks.

Song Yun would kill anyone who wanted to whistle or call for help, so no one could make a sound.

The black smoke dissipated quickly outside, and the amount of a black smoke stone would not attract the attention of other troops.

Song Yun walked into the room, poured kerosene on him, then dragged the fainted Shi Chang in, and pressed him into the kerosene.

He slapped a few times and managed to wake him up.

Na Shichang let out a groan, and immediately smelled the pungent burnt smell. Looking at the comrades who died in battle and the black-red liquid all over the ground, and then at Song Yun who was expressionless, he immediately understood what happened. Can't help but tremble.

Song Yun took out another torch, and Na Shichang's body trembled even more.

In recent years, fierce kerosene has been vigorously promoted in Jingguo's army. Jing Jun is well aware of the power of fierce kerosene. As long as you get some on your body, there is basically no possibility of surviving the fire.

Moreover, among the many ways to die, being burned to death is undoubtedly the most painful one.

"Rao..." Na Shichang's face was pale, and his lips moved.

"That's right, I caught a soft bone." Song Yun nodded with satisfaction. If the boss would rather die than cooperate, then the target must be replaced by his deputy.

However, he is generally very accurate in judging people. The kind of person who would yell at his subordinates when encountering setbacks, and even scold his comrades who died in battle, would not be a warrior who sacrificed his life for righteousness.

Holding the very long collar in one hand, he lifted him from the oil stains all over the floor, rubbed against the wall, and wiped off the hot oil behind him.

Na Shichang just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the other party take out a black stone the size of a quail egg and bounce it into his mouth.

Then he patted his chest, and the stone rolled down the esophagus.

The next moment, Shi Chang felt his stomach burning up, and the pain was so painful that his intestines almost broke.

He opened his mouth, and bursts of black smoke spewed out of his mouth!
"Cough, cough, cough..." He coughed violently, with snot and tears, and after a long while, the black smoke in his mouth gradually weakened.

"How is it? Do you feel better?" Song Yun approached and smiled.

Na Shichang looked up weakly, his eyes full of horror, "What did you swallow for me?"

"A unique poison." Song Yun made up a serious matter, "You must take the antidote every five days, otherwise your internal organs will be burned into coke, and black smoke will come out of your mouth, just like it did just now."

Na Shichang immediately covered his stomach in horror, trying to retch but couldn't.

"Don't even think about asking for help. At least you Jingguo doesn't have the antidote, unless you have the ability to fight to Chang'an in five days."

Under the desire to survive, Na Shichang nodded cleverly, "What do you need me to do?"...

With a click, Song Yun twisted the long neck next to him, and then smiled slightly, "I need an identity - a soldier under your command."

"……Row."

Na Shichang also knew that Song Yun had bad intentions, but in order to save his life, he didn't care about anything, and agreed first before talking.

The two discussed and selected a dead soldier named Wang Hu.

This Wang Hu is an orphan, with a withdrawn personality on weekdays. He only communicates with Tongshi's comrades in arms, so it's best to pretend.

Although there are some differences in appearance, how can you see your face clearly in a war, everyone's face is covered with dust.

This team is called Gu Changfang, and they command a cavalry unit of the Qingqi Battalion, with a total of 20 people. Of course, they have now become polished commanders.

Soon, Song Yun changed into Wang Hu's clothes, and together with Gu Changfang, he faked the corpses of the cavalry as if they were killed in battle. Only Wang Hu was taken out, thrown into the house and burned.

"You wait for me here for a while." Song Yun said, and walked into a nearby hut.

When I came to the bed and lifted the sheet, I saw a familiar face.

Song Yun sighed softly, and many images flashed in his mind, Li Mu when he was young, old Li Tou when he was dying...

"When I'm done with these things, I'll go visit your house and set up a monument for you, right next to that lotus girl. Don't you always want to go home and see her..."

Not long after, the house also caught fire.

Song Yun was dressed in black armor, with a stern face, and strode out of the fire.