My imagination has come true

Mu Qingyun took a deep breath: "Go, the reinforcements from Huijianmen and the Yang family should arrive soon, and last for three days."

All the disciples of the Yuncheng Martial Arts School are stuck on the top of the mountain here, waiting for a group of wild wolf monsters rushing madly.

At present, the only resistance force in this area, well, now there is only the only resistance force left, Yuncheng Martial Arts.

So she really can't go away.

The two disciples of the historian reflexively galloped away immediately after hearing the words.

All the soldiers of the Zhanbai Army finally found the convoy of the Yuncheng Martial Art Museum, stared quietly for three seconds, and the group flew on their horses and headed straight for Baiye Mountain.

As the group of soldiers walked, they turned their heads.

Mu Qingyun picked up her bowl and chopsticks to continue eating her rice dumplings.

There were murmurs of discussion faintly by the wind.

Chen Yi scrambled to put rice into her mouth, and was surprised at the same time: "I don't need to hurry this time? Tsk, I guess, those little generals must think we are all fools."

"It's okay, the first ones to be regarded as fools must be those two historians."

The two of them acted so stupidly just now, and their image was very eye-catching. The little generals who cut down the army must pay attention to them first.

Mu Qingyun smiled lightly.

……

On the dark Baiye Mountain.

The trees on both sides have lost a lot of branches and leaves, and they are sparse. It seems that the whole mountain is suffering from baldness.

The surroundings were very strangely quiet, there were no chirping birds, no rustling of insects and ants, almost nothing.

A line of mountains, Bison Peak.

At the narrow entrance to the mountain in front of me, two dark-skinned middle-aged men in their 40s were the Zhang family brothers, the second Zhang Shan and the third Zhang Sen, who met 78 soldiers of the Zhanbai Army.

The mountain road has nine bends and eighteen bends, and the two brothers are few in number, so they can occupy a favorable location, occupy a high place, and get stuck at the entrance that is only one and a half people wide. Break in under the knife.

"I've been talking to you nicely for a long time, is your grandma deaf? Oh, I see that you are colluding with monsters to make trouble, if you don't get out of the way, believe it or not, I will kill you with a knife!"

Wang Hu slashed out with a knife, viciously slashing at Zhang Shan's face.

One knife cut on a large iron pot.

Huang Hu: "..."

Zhang Shan's eyelids drooped, his face was pale, and bandages were wrapped around his neck, chest, and arms.

His brother Zhang Sen leaned against the tree next to him, closed his eyes and meditated, breathing heavily, as if he had fallen asleep.

The blood on the two of them was still wet, and they looked very tired.

Huang Hu stared at them for a long time, then turned his head suddenly, and said helplessly: "General Xu, brother Xu, it doesn't make any sense."

Xu Jing frowned, raised his eyes and looked towards the mountain. The whole mountain was surrounded by clouds and fog, and the humidity was heavy.

With just one glance, he knew that there were many and dangerous monsters in this mountain, and they had to be dealt with immediately.

After sizing up the two door gods blocking the way, Xu Jing said sharply, "The Zhanhuai army goes out to fight, and those who block it will die. You two, live or die!"

Zhang Shan suddenly listened carefully, only to hear a sharp and clear whistle from the top of the mountain, he turned his head suddenly: "Xiaosen."

Zhang Sen opened his eyes in an instant, reached out and grabbed a thick hemp rope that he had been holding in his hand, and pulled it hard—bang!

Immediately, the sound of tons of tons sounded, and I saw countless falling rocks rolling down from the southeast mountain, rushing into the jungle in a destructive manner, breaking the vegetation and cracking the rocks.

Only to hear an angry roar suddenly sounded in the forest.

Xu Jing reacted very quickly, regardless of Zhang Shan's obstruction, he rushed with his shoulder, slammed into his shoulder, and rushed towards the mountain.

Zhang Shan let out a muffled groan, but he resisted Xu Jing's attack, not retreating a single step, nor speaking.

Xu Jing and him exchanged more than a dozen moves in a row, then suddenly stopped, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "What the hell are you going to do?"

Of course he could see that Zhang Shan was definitely not the colluding monster that Hu Zi talked about.

This person's hatred for monsters can be seen from the corners of his eyes and brows.

But he refused to communicate, even blocking the way, even Xu Jing had a headache.

He is the closed disciple of Xu Yiqing, the former head of Jiangnan Thunder Martial Hall.

The current hall master is his nephew.

In his capacity, even if he doesn't mention the word "destroying the declining army", his comrades in the rivers and lakes will give him a little bit of fluff. When has he suffered such a boring loss.

"what on earth do you want."

"and many more."

Zhang Shan said weakly, "Wait for the reinforcements."

Xu Jing was helpless: "I know we have to wait for reinforcements, but we are going to scout the situation now."

"Look at my token. The last general, Xu Jing, is the deputy general of the Dingzi Battalion of the Zhanshan Army. These 78 brothers are all brave and good at fighting. We are professionals in fighting monsters."

Zhang Shan nodded, with a little relief on his face: "That's great."

"So, you shouldn't stop us."

Zhang Shan shook his head, finally raised his strength, and explained seriously: "No one can enter before the signal arrives. If you choose an alternative plan, there are not enough reinforcements. You wait first."

Xu Jing: "..."

He sighed, his face sank: "Soldiers, light the torches and burn them for me!"

Since it doesn't make sense, there are also fears of casualties if you try to break through, so you can only use some "cruel" methods.

Zhang Shan closed his eyes and leaned against the stone, turning a deaf ear and saying nothing.

Just as Xu Jing and other soldiers lit torches one after another and were about to set the fire on fire, horseshoes sounded not far away.

Numerous colorful flags are waving at various positions on the mountain road.

The historian's disciple's voice sounded instantly, echoing in the mountains.

"Hui Jianmen, take your place."

"Yang's family in northern Jiangsu, the Linshui Martial Art Museum... is in place."

"Including Xu Jing and other officers and men of the defeated army, the reinforcements exceed [-], and the backup plan will be activated."

Zhang Shan opened his eyes, turned to the side of the mountain wall, and waved: "Follow me into the mountain, and talk while walking."

Xu Jing: "..."

The Zhang family brothers completely ignored how ignorant Zhan Shuaijun and the others were. He reached out and took out the map from his sleeve, and unfolded it for Xu Jing to see.

There is a stack of straw paper on the map. There are many stains on the straw paper, and it is obvious that it has been seen countless times.

Xu Jing was very upset, but he was somewhat curious, so he took a closer look. The writing on the straw paper was simple and clear, and anyone who could read could understand it. Xu Jing considered himself a Confucian general, so of course he could understand it. .

The cumbersome and detailed instructions were clearly written on the whole scrap of paper, but he didn't understand what these instructions were for.

Zhang Shan, on the other hand, acted as if he was sick, and communicated with other people on the mountain in a serious manner. It seemed that he was really going to do all kinds of weird things that didn't seem to have any effect at all.

"What does it mean to ignite the bamboo forest after [-] breaths after throwing stones?"

He saw the markings on the map and didn't understand the significance of doing so.

It's like a fortune-teller on the street saying some vague spells.

But it seems that the brothers of the Zhang family and the reinforcements rushed over by Haohao Tangtang.

"On paper?"

Bah, it's all insulting to talk on paper.

Xu Jing rolled his big eyes.

He shook his head and winked behind him. He decided to treat these people as lunatics and just ignore them.