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Chapter 102 Your opponent
There were dots of fire in the ink-like night, and the team that originally planned to take the old and weak women back to rest was stopped on the road and returned to the shelter again.

The crackling sound of burning firewood rang in my ears, Wen Yu stared at the center of the fire, surrounded by familiar faces, men and women, Xu Laoer, Wei Jin, Luo Da, Chen Datie, Hu Hongchun, You Ginny
Erya and Xiaogouzi were a little nervous. It was the first time they participated in the battle directly, and they used to hide by the side as support.

There were a few patrollers ten feet away, and there were women cooking on stoves near the burning fires.

Another group of pursuers is about to arrive on the battlefield. If they want to defeat the strong with the weak, they have to catch everyone by surprise, pretend to be normal, wait for the opportunity to rush up, and kill as many as they can.

Wen Yu has already released Fan Renkai's restrictions, but tonight's special situation, she still prepared a layer of insurance for Fan Renkai while he was not paying attention.

She couldn't accept the consequences of Fan Renkai's sudden mutiny during the battle, so as long as he detected that he had a different heart and wanted to surrender to the enemy, the spell would be activated immediately, and Fan Renkai would die suddenly.

But if he does his best in this battle, Wen Yu will give him the same trust.

"I can't remember the moves after teaching you temporarily, so I'll talk about how to survive on the battlefield."

Wen Yu's spiritual consciousness enveloped the area, and Fan Renkai's voice teaching in the hidden place could be clearly heard.

Regarding the news Fan Renkai said, Wen Yu used his spiritual consciousness to invade his superficial consciousness, and he was indeed not lying. That is to say, there were also monks among the chasing enemy troops, and they were monks in the foundation establishment period.

This is not good news.

The reason why the team has been able to win repeatedly is because of Wen Yu's invincible combat power, who can calmly control the battlefield and hone his own strength while destroying the enemy.

The foundation-building period monks meant that Wen Yu didn't have the energy to take care of the battlefield in the first place. Then, in the first wave of confrontation between the two sides, how many people would be killed or injured by the villagers who didn't even know how to cooperate with the army?
It is necessary to eliminate as many of the opponent's vital forces as possible in the sneak attack.

Wen Yu lowered her eyebrows and stood up, "Relax, just stay here."

"Erya, have all the accumulated talismans been handed out?"

"All distribution has been completed, and the vine winding has been arranged." Erya looked up at Wen Yu and replied.

"Just follow the normal pattern. According to Fan Renkai's news, another wave of people will arrive in about half an hour."

After Wen Yu finished speaking, she shrank and left, and found a place with a wide perspective to observe the environment.

Xiaobai, whom I hadn’t seen for a long time, came out from nowhere. It was a lot stronger than when we first saw it, and it was no longer good enough to jump on Wen Yu’s shoulders. These days, Xiaobai was either sleeping or leaving the team for activities, and finally resumed his cultivation. Step up to the first level of Qi training.

Although he felt it faintly, Xiaobai was still surprised by how thin the aura was compared to 500 years ago. The progress of demon cultivation was already slow, so it is expected to double its strength within five years—reaching the second level of Qi training.

"What are you thinking?" Little White's tail lightly wrapped around Wen Yu's ankle.

"According to Fan Renkai, the other group came from the same direction as them. It should be from here." Wen Yu pointed to the direction of the avenue covered with dense forests on both sides. "Since there is an opportunity to ambush, I plan to arrange more means."

"I can also help," Xiaobai said, "Although I have only practiced Qi at the first level, the strength of the monster clan is different from that of human monks. The talent of the fox clan is related to illusion. I can arrange some illusion arrays there."

With Xiaobai's help, it was easier for Wen Yu to set up traps, such as illusion formation, ground trapping, and enhanced vine winding. Afterwards, Wen Yu made dozens of talismans for simple spells, such as fireball, water archery, exorcism Cane.

Until the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, Wen Yu took out a bottle of pills from the storage bag and took a few rejuvenating pills.

This pill bottle looked exactly like the one Nie Shu took out during the battle. It was Wen Yu who broke the storage rings of several people before he came back, took some items from it, and regarded it as a reward for saving their lives.

After setting up the trap, Wen Yu divided the talismans into pieces, because the materials used were mortal objects, so the effects of the spells were discounted, but if used well, they would also have miraculous effects.

After this period of buffering, everyone has calmed down and is ready to fight another battle.

Anyway, it was the enemy who fell the first three times, and they will definitely win this time.

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Zong Sijun rode in the lead, he frowned, thinking about the team he met some time ago from Yanmen City, the number of the other party was more than a hundred, after the scouts sent out to investigate were caught, they interrogated and found out that they were going south to arrest It's just that the soldiers have a low status in the army, and it's not clear who they are arresting.

From then on, Zong Sijun led the team to avoid those people, not because he couldn't beat them, but because he didn't want to cause trouble. Moreover, he had a faint feeling that the two sides would meet again.

I don't know where the other party is now, and I haven't seen their traces for a long time.

Forget it, I have already received the news from the above that An Jingyuan was injured in Yanmen City, and he has already planned to return to Fengzhou, that is, to the territory of King Zheng, and will not pass by Daqing Mountain again, so their assassination plan will be in vain .

In recent years, the domestic situation has been turbulent, and the princes have made frequent small moves. King Ning and King Qi even went to war directly. Take a share.

Because of this, Zong Sijun heard the news that King Ning and King Qi intended to cease fighting and discuss peace, not wanting to benefit the fisherman.

And when they went back this trip, it was because the higher-ups felt that it would be useless to continue to stay in Daqingshan, so it was better to go back to the frontal battlefield and do something.

In his mind, he wondered whether he could get the next stage of exercises after going back, and whether he could go back to the Zongmen. The newsletter he received a few months ago also mentioned that King An seemed to have mastered a powerful weapon. Several colleagues sent to Yanzhou died under this weapon.

Today, it's going to change.

Zong Sijun didn't take the enemy he was about to face into his heart.

The left and right are just a group of mortals, even if they have the ability to defeat the fourth child and dozens of people, they can't survive a few tricks under their own hands.

Who cares about how many ants are trampled to death while walking?
After a stick of incense, Zong Sijun's keen five senses have already discovered the bonfire lit one mile ahead and the crowds around the fire.

There were more than [-] people, including men, women, and some children. It could be seen that they were preparing to rest, and they did not notice the approaching danger at all.

Is this the group of people?Let's cast a good tire in the next life.

Zong Sijun silently controlled the red horse under his crotch to speed up, leading the team close to the unconscious fleeing people.

"Pfft."

As the distance drew closer, Zong Sijun's heart jumped suddenly on the red horse, and a sense of crisis went from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. His intuition for danger saved his life several times. Zong Sijun immediately clenched his weapon, The golden light is piercing, protecting the vitals of the whole body.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

The subordinates behind him didn't understand why their boss suddenly became nervous, but they still slowed down.

After a moment of silence, Zong Sijun let out a heavy breath without noticing the source of the danger, and the intuition of crisis brought about by his spiritual consciousness disappeared.

Maybe I was thinking too much.

"It's okay." Zong Sijun shook his head, then raised his voice, spreading the message across the army, "Our target is ahead, a group of deserters who can't even wield swords, but they are the ones who killed more than 40 of our brothers. , we will avenge them."

"Line up, charge forward, and leave no one alive!"

"rush!"

Zong Sijun didn't take the lead this time, he was still wary of the dangerous intuition just now, and because of this, he saw that the last second was still aggressive, sharpening his sword, and he was about to let the subordinates who were drinking blood with swords in their hands next second His expression flickered, and his expression froze.

At the same time, the ground rumbled and collapsed into big holes, engulfing the entire team. Countless vines sprang out from the bushes on both sides, entangled the people and horses.

However, the fleeing man who was lifeless and about to rest suddenly came alive, took out a sword from nowhere, and held a strange object in the other hand.

It seems to be a sign made of wood?

Do you want to hurt us with a wooden sign?

Immediately he knew the answer.

The fireballs burned silently, the water arrows glowed coldly, and the wood buds growing on the ground were ready to move.

The spiritual light illuminated the area between the two sides, and the indifference of the monks allowed Zong Sijun to see their expressions clearly. No matter men, women, old or young, they all showed the determination to see death as home, and the sparkle in their eyes was almost hard to see in the eyes of ordinary people Yes, the light of hope.

That is the expectation for the future, the expectation for life.

"Chong."

The sharp sound of drawing a sword awakened Zong Sijun, and the calm and cold female voice penetrated into his ears.

"Your opponent is me."

　As a reminder, I may have said it before but forgot because it was too long:
　　An Jingyuan is the eldest son of An Xinzhi, a general under King Zheng, the one who traveled around the country.

　　Daqing Mountain is the mountain where Wen Yu met the first bandits.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)