Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 65 Expansion

Perhaps Pan Furong felt that she was too hateful for doing so.

At night, she came to Lu Ye carrying a dusty half-armor.

"Here, here's it for you..."

Lu Ye took it with a confused look on his face, only to feel his hands heavy. This inconspicuous and thick armor actually weighed a hundred pounds. It was cold to the touch, but he didn't know what kind of metal it was made of.

There are faint silver dots on the black armor, which looks extraordinary. If you look closely, you can see that there is a light fist mark on the chest.

The mark was a little blurry. Lu Ye looked carefully and could barely see the pores and joints and skin folds on the fist mark.

Could it be that this heavy armor is just a fake?

He secretly used his true energy to squeeze it with all his strength.

Ashamed - the armor and clothes were motionless and unscathed.

Lu Ye put his hands behind his back without changing his expression and waved them away.

"Miss, what is this?"

Pan Furong said carelessly.

"Oh, it's nothing important."

"This is the personal-fitting meteor armor my father wore back then. I don't know where he snatched it from. It is said that it was made using a secret method mixed with divine iron."

"Defense? A so-so tiger can withstand a full blow from a steel-framed martial artist."

Lu Ye gasped, it was a treasured armor that could withstand the attack of the steel-framed martial artist.

"It's too valuable. This is the treasured armor of the old king. You can use it yourself, the young lady. The younger ones don't dare to wear it."

Pan Furong glared.

"Wear what you want, what are you doing?"

"Although this armor is good, it's not that great. My father was killed on the spot when he was punched by the great martial artist Tie Zhan while wearing it. It's the icing on the cake, but it can't protect you from death."

Lu Ye: "..."

Miss you don't need to be so direct.

Pan Furong made two gestures on her upper body with her hands and said proudly.

"I would like to wear this undergarment, but it's too ugly."

"If you insist on wearing it, it won't make you uncomfortable. It's an advantage for you."

Lu Ye looked at the proud curves of the young lady's upper body and understood instantly.

The young lady is a beauty-controller, and coupled with her good development, she doesn't like this one.

Pan Furong sighed.

"The fight on the city was too crazy last time!"

"Sister Hong is watching me closely. I'm afraid I won't have any chance to rush into battle in the future."

"One foot of blue sky kills the pervert," she said with a teasing smile, "Then this precious armor should be given to the general who charges into battle."

Lu Ye was all smiles and in a good mood.

"Miss, if that's the case, then I'll accept it."

Isn't this the armor worn by the dead? There is no burden in Lu Zhi's ambition. When he first wore it, he had worn all the clothes of the dead, so why is it taboo?

Don't look at Pan Furong's understatement, this treasure armor is a life.

On the battlefield, wearing iron armor on the outside and inner armor on the inside, why not turn into a humanoid steel tank?

Just remember one thing, you must stay away from the Iron Zang Great Martial Master.

Yesterday, a bruised nose and a swollen face could be exchanged for a pair of precious armor. It was worth it to be a sparring partner.

Seeing Lu Ye put away his armor, Pan Furong nodded and was about to leave.

"If you have any other treasures at home, please give them to me..." Lu Ye stopped her and said with a smile, "How about I accompany you to the martial arts field to practice again?"

Pan Furong rolled her eyes and snorted coldly.

"Hmph, you want to trick Dunda into getting me to pay for something?"

"It's gone, the landlord's family has no food left, let alone a young lady like me..."

"You have to wear this armor. I don't know when you will go into battle. I heard that the governor of the provincial capital has sent a large army to suppress it. Maybe you will go into battle again."

A few days later.

Pan Furong's crow's mouth came true.

The fighting outside the city shook the sky, and the stones dropped by the trebuchets made the ground tremble with a bang. Waves of soldiers on the streets were fighting like running water to move up the city wall.

This scene was much bigger than the defensive battle in Heishan County that day. Everyone in the women’s camp is a veteran who has seen the world.

The horse and mule carriages were prepared with provisions and packages placed on them.

Men, women, and children all wore short jackets with bulging bags full of dry food, ready to block the city wall at any time on King Chuang's order or to run away when the situation went wrong.

The large, multi-layered courtyard was bustling with soldiers practicing.

Wang Hu was in charge of the sentry, and Zhang Cunyi was training the horse sentry. There were shouts of killing, and it was extremely lively.

Chuang Potian agreed to let Pan Furong replenish soldiers, equipment, horses and mules.

These days, she has selected enough people from the servants of the aristocratic family.

These slaves have excellent foundation and almost all have practiced martial arts. There are even a dozen young martial arts disciples among them who can serve as the backbone of the team.

After all, being a good henchman of a well-known family is very difficult. You need to be able to read, drink, practice martial arts, ride a horse, fight on foot, and even learn to climb on the young master's bedside.

The quality of this group of people is much better than that of the servants in Heishan County before. They are not as elite as the old camp's horse soldiers, but they can be trained by fighting on the battlefield a few times.

The armor and equipment are complete, the personnel are sufficient, and there is no shortage of horses and mules.

But to everyone's expectation, no matter how fierce the fighting on the city wall outside was, Chuang Potian did not use the men and horses of the women's battalion. The women's battalion was only assigned some chores.

Such as patrolling the city to prevent officers and soldiers from causing trouble, etc.

"Is my uncle so kind?" Pan Furong stood on the highest watchtower of Qi Mansion and looked into the distance. From here, she could clearly see the four city walls in the distance.

I saw fierce attacks and defenses on the city wall, and from time to time people the size of ants fell from the towers.

Looking from a distance, blood flowed down the gray city walls, dyeing the walls half red.

Groups of men and horses were mobilized onto the city wall, and then were maimed in the fierce grinding mill of flesh and blood. The severely reduced group was withdrawn from the city wall, and another group of reorganized troops was mobilized.

"Miss," Lu Ye said carefully, "Maybe we won't have to fight in this big battle."

"Chuang Potian has established his own brand, and he is willing to let us add two horse sentries. How much does his own army have to expand?"

"Now, even without relying on the female battalion, he can mobilize enough manpower to defend the city."

"Even if it's a bit tight, he won't use the female camp. After all, if you make merit again, will he reward you or not?"

"It's unfair not to reward you. Rewarding you for expanding your strength will make him feel troubled. Putting the female battalion aside in this way, as long as he can continue to win battles, the influence of the boss king and the female battalion will become smaller and smaller..."

Pan Furong gritted her teeth unwillingly and thought for a moment. Thinking of the old sisters of the female battalion in Heishan County who were almost completely wiped out, her straight body bent down slightly and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, that's good. At least you don't have to go into battle."

"I can't compete in the first place, so anything about being one foot green is just wishful thinking."

"Granny, don't tell the story about Yi Zhangqing in the future. I'm tired, so I need to rest first."

Sister Hong accompanied Pan Furong down to the watchtower.

Lu Zhiyi sighed in his ambition. He wanted to break through the Tianwu Dao. If he had the strength, skill and ambition, he would dare to gamble. As long as he passed the few hurdles in front of him, he would immediately become a dragon by taking advantage of the wind.

The female camp was no longer in his sight.

It's a pity that such a strong man is his own enemy because of the issue of his side.

He has not forgotten Qin Tong's death, and I believe Chuang Potian will not forget it either.

After getting off the watchtower, Lu Ye returned to the house and continued to run the Dao of Hell technique. Everything was in vain, and only his own strength was real.

Ten days later.

After a fierce fight, Chuang Potian repelled the officers and soldiers who were attacking the provincial capital, and gained another wave of popularity.

Not only did several rebel armies come to join the army in succession, but there were also many powerful people who took refuge in the stronghold for self-protection within a hundred miles.

Chuang Potian's team expanded greatly again.

The Qi mansion occupied by the women's camp was divided into two halves, and the other half was given to the newly defected team.

Pan Furong was too lazy to go to Chuang Potian for a theory and let it go.

However, Lu Ye ordered Wang Hu and Zhang Cunyi to strictly train their two sentries.

Chuang Po Tian is now gaining momentum, but who knows which wind will blow and defeat them, so they still have to be prepared to run away.

A few days later.

Several remnant soldiers arrived outside Dongsai Mansion.

One by one, they discarded their helmets and armor and walked slowly, but there were three people leading the group on horseback in front of them. One was an ugly orangutan wearing a torn yellow robe with his hands above his knees, the other was a bald and muscular monk holding a Zen staff upside down, and A yellow-faced woman with a weathered face.

(End of this chapter)