Four Hundred and Twenty-Seven: Reconstruction of Xiangyang County (11)

Is this the crossbow of the brothers?

Li Yun recognized the familiar buzzing sound at the first time, but he found that the direction of the arrow was wrong. ＷｗΩＷ． ＬｉｅＷｅｎ． Ｃｃ

Before he could think, several more arrows came through the air, accurately saving several soldiers who were almost killed.

No!

Is this reinforcement?

Li Yun showed joy on his face. If he could not die, who would want to die?

After thinking about it, the silver-white gun regained its sharp and aggressive state, and instantly repelled two enemies.

He shouted loudly, "Brothers, reinforcements are coming!"

Reinforcements?

Could it be that the brother who volunteered to find Langjun for help before has accomplished his mission?

A strong desire for survival ignited from the heart, and the originally decadent spirit suddenly lifted up, bursting out with powerful resistance.

As if to confirm Li Yun's words, countless arrows buzzed, and the bodies of the Qingyi Army kept falling. After two waves of shooting, a group of people rushed over from the darkness. Wasn't the leader the familiar Meng Hun? Their shouts of killing brewed endless anger, as if they wanted revenge and took back all the blood debts of their brothers!

The torches of the Qingyi Army did not set the forest on fire, but burned their own people.

The raging fire burned the body, and the painful screams were mixed with the shouts of killing. This place was like a Shura field, and people died every minute and every second.

Jiang Pengji put down the crossbow, raised his hand to pull out the long sword at his waist, and rushed to the battlefield.

The hand rose and the sword fell, almost one life was killed with one sword, and soon his body was stained with blood.

Li Yun picked up the gun again to find the bandit leader, but he ran fast and wanted to escape when he saw that the situation was not good.

"Where are the people?"

He was suspicious and used the gun in his hand to kill a bloody path, but he never saw the figure of the strong man.

He glanced and saw a familiar figure, as if he saw the most beautiful young lady, his eyes lit up.

He was about to rush over to grab the head,

but before he could get close, a white light flashed across the man's neck, and his head suddenly shot up into the sky.

Looking again, a pair of strange hands grabbed the fallen leader.

Li Yun: "..."

Who stole his head?

"The enemy bandits surrender, whoever does not surrender will be killed!"

The thin young man raised the strong man's head high, and his hoarse voice was full of reluctance.

Jiang Pengji was of course unwilling to accept it. The troops she had carefully cultivated and spent huge financial and material resources to raise were almost killed by the Qingyi Army. How could she accept it if she didn't kill them back? But she knew even more clearly that if the situation was allowed to develop, more people would be lost at that time.

Even though she shouted this, the two sides, who were already blood-curdling, had no intention of stopping.

It was not until the Qingyi Army gradually lost the upper hand, and the foot of the mountain was full of charred corpses, and the strong smell of burnt meat filled the nose, that their reason gradually returned, and the remnants of the Qingyi Army knelt down and surrendered.

"Some people count the prisoners, and others go to put out the fire to avoid burning the forest." Jiang Pengji said in a hoarse voice, and threw the level aside casually. Her eyes revealed a fierce light, and people dared not look at her. "The Qingyi Army will settle this account sooner or later. You deserve to die for hurting my subordinates!"

Meng Hun clenched his fists, and his calm face was brewing anger.

It was not until the sky broke that the battlefield was barely cleared. Counting the troops brought by Jiang Pengji, there were only 1,800 people left.

"My lord..." Meng Hun opened his sore eyes, as if he would cry in the next second.

It was impossible not to feel distressed. The more than 3,000 troops brought from Chongzhou were now only 1,800.

Although the casualties seem small, each unit is a elite soldier in this world. Losing one is painful, not to mention losing nearly half!

"Are they all buried?" Jiang Pengji frowned, without showing too much emotion.

She was used to seeing life and death, and at most she would sigh for a while, but she would not indulge in it.

"Brothers are all buried."

Meng Hun originally wanted to take their bodies back, but the current situation did not allow it.

He could only bear the pain and bury them on the spot, and build a tomb for each person.

The only comfort is that their tombs are all in the same place, so they should not feel lonely.

"Take everyone back..." Jiang Pengji's face was solemn, and her eyes swept around calmly, and fell on Li Yun. Seeing the shape of his right hand, she raised her eyebrows and asked Meng Hun, "Who is this person? Why haven't I seen him before?"

According to Jiang Pengji's training method, the distribution of thick calluses on the hands of the unit is not like this.

Hearing her inquiry, one of the soldiers said with a stiff face, "Brother Li is our benefactor."

"Benefactor?" Jiang Pengji glanced at Li Yun, "What's going on?"

When Li Yun was mentioned, many people felt that they were really lucky.

Li Yun, a native of Fengyi County, lost both his parents when he was young. He followed his teacher to learn literature and martial arts in the deep mountains near Fengyi County.

Before, the soldiers were chased by the Qingyi Army. Li Yun happened to pass by when he was going down the mountain. When he heard about the atrocities of the Qingyi Army, he subconsciously sided with the soldiers and enthusiastically volunteered to lead the soldiers to help them get rid of the pursuers. This is a young man who looks cold but is actually familiar with others. He has a cheerful and unpretentious temperament. In addition, he has saved people several times, so he was soon accepted by the soldiers and called each other brothers.

Jiang Pengji listened and said calmly.

"Do you have any other places to go?" Jiang Pengji asked Li Yun.

Li Yun didn't react for a moment, and then he said, "Master asked me to go down the mountain to have a look, but he didn't specify where to go."

In fact, the master's original words were that the world was changing suddenly, and only by constantly challenging others and fighting could one improve his martial arts, so he asked him to go down the mountain to gain more experience. If he could win fame and come back, he might even be able to marry a good wife and continue the Li family.

Because Dongqing emphasized literature over martial arts, learning martial arts was far less popular than learning literature, and his master had originally been muttering that Li Yun would become a difficult person.

The world was in chaos at the moment, and it was a good time for martial artists to rise and dominate the world.

"If you don't have a fixed goal, why don't you come to Xiangyang County? Now the north of Dongqing is in chaos, and it's very dangerous for you to be alone outside."

Li Yun thought about it and nodded very readily, "Okay."

He saw that the thin young man in front of him was very skilled. If he went to Xiangyang County, he might have a chance to fight in the future.

Although Li Yun was smart, he had blind trust in his master.

He would never forget the two purposes of going down the mountain - fighting to improve martial arts and gaining fame and getting a wife.

Seeing a male god who looks cool and aloof reveal such a silly and innocent side, the audience in the live broadcast room said that the painting style is unique.

[Tu Mi Big Boss]: # Holding his chin, the handsome male god was abducted to Xiangyang County by the anchor. Don’t you know that the anchor can only go up and not down? For details, please refer to the poor coach Luo Yue, who is now exhausted from overtime.

[I don’t want to add more chapters, I just want to die]: I seem to see a delicate flower gradually withering under the pressure of overtime in the future.

[Let’s hurt each other]: The anchor should not be so crazy, right?