.

Instead, they chose a safe siege, which cut off the food and grass inside the entire village and distracted people.

The remaining power of the sharpshooting general is too great.

Cheriji did not dare to bring his troops and horses within his attack range.

Cherry's shouts went unanswered.

But with his skill and senses, he could hear the continuous quarrels in the village, and a smile of successful strategy appeared on Cheriji's bronze face.

Several days have passed. This small village is poor and a small sect that only makes money by being a guard on the trade route will not have as much food and grass reserves as the nobles of the aristocratic family. This time is enough for them to use up.

"Ha, my plan will succeed!"

"It's a small village, and there are no reinforcements..."

Cheriji paused, then frowned, feeling that such words were unlucky, and immediately his eyebrows widened: "An abandoned general, a master who has fallen into a state and lost his heart, only the coming of Taiping Gong can bring him

wake."

"But the Taiping Army is long gone."

"It has been more than ten years since Taipinggong died."

"How is it possible?"

"How can there be a resurrection of the dead in this world, and it just happened to me!"

………………

"what to do!"

"No, these people are keeping a close eye on us. We will easily be shot to death by the rangers if we go out. However, there is not enough food and drink in this village to survive for a few days."

"Right now, we are all a little hungry. In a few days, we won't have enough strength to hold the gun."

"I still want to hold a gun, but there are top troops in the Western Region."

"There are a hundred or so people, just us, you, Second Heaven, and the five thousand captains of Xue's army outside are all Second Heaven, right? They even wear armor and hold bows. There are only three or five of us here in Second Heaven, Jianghu Yeluzi.

We may not be able to defeat a captain in a large formation together."

"What should we do!"

"Are you just sitting there waiting to die?"

The whole Daqi Village was a little noisy, and everyone's emotions were a bit complicated. I knew the reason for the trouble outside. It was precisely because of the man who had the best martial arts in the entire Daqi Village, but drank all day long to survive.

Guest.

When talking about General Sharpshooter, no one could react for a moment. Time is the most ruthless. Twenty years have passed since the era when General Sharpshooter was at its most prosperous. In the past twenty years, many new people have replaced the old ones, and one famous general has stepped into the other.

Walking around the world with the bones of our predecessors.

Except for generals like Taiping Gong who are destined to be remembered in history, the names of other people will gradually fade away.

Everyone was talking about whether to send the guest out.

Asking the person what he was doing, the smarter child went over to take a look, and saw that the person was still drinking, so he had to say this. I don't know who said it: "We can't be buried with him because of him..."

"

"How about putting drugs in the wine, knocking him out and sending him out?!"

The old village leader was furious: "Who said that!!!"

Everyone was silent.

The old village leader was very angry. He went in and grabbed one person. He slapped his ear hard and said, "Is it still a Jianghu person who betrays his own people? He can't even say a word of justice?!"

Then he pointed at them with his hand and said: "Every one of you has committed a big crime in your hometown, and you have gone through all kinds of hardships to escape there. There are foreign races from the Western Regions outside, and you can't stay in your hometown, so we all stick together together."

"When we came in, we all said that we only wanted a place to stay, and we didn't want to pursue each other's past. Why, when you came to the door in trouble, the guest helped you settle it with your bow. Now that he is in danger, we have to push him out.

Survive yourself?!"

"That doesn't make sense!"

Some people were unconvinced and said: "Our trouble is not that a famous general from the sixth level will come with five thousand iron cavalry..."

The old village leader said angrily: "But your troubles can easily kill you!"

"Being trampled to death by thousands of armies, being pierced through the heart by a sharp sword, both are one death."

"What difference does that make!"

"Children of the Jianghu, it's just death for death, retaliation for retaliation!"

Everyone gradually stopped talking, but you could feel that they were still a little unconvinced.

The old village leader is a little tired. The world of the world today is also different from what he used to be, which makes him a little depressed.

Wang Shunchen could hear the conversation outside, and he didn't care anymore.

I just looked at the desert scenery outside from the height of the stockade and the thousands of cavalry. They still hadn't attacked the stockade that day. Unknowingly, it was another day and the bright moon rose into the sky.

Wang Shunchen had been drinking, and after finishing the last drop of wine in a daze, he threw down the wine bottle, turned around and staggered to the front of the bed, his legs and feet went weak, and he sat on the ground.

The room was dark.

He seemed to be a little dazed from drinking, so he sat there for a long time, then leaned down and saw a box. He stretched out his hand to explore, curled his fingers and grabbed it, and took out the dusty box.

Wang Shunchen exhaled, blew away the dust, patted it, then raised his left hand and pressed it on the table, rubbed it left and right, grabbed the lamp, struck it with a flint several times, and finally managed to light it.

Got the oil lamp.

He is in the desert night.

He silently opened the box, and inside was a set of disassembled armor. When he left, he threw down the treasured armor given by the emperor, but he still took away his armor from the Taiping Army.

He stretched out his hand to touch the armor, and looked at it while drunk. The armor was simple and plain, not as mysterious and powerful as the treasure armor given by the emperor. Wang Shunchen closed his eyes, but he didn't know whether he was drunk or awake, as if he could still see.

At the Taiping Army camp, I heard a familiar voice.

The sound of armor scraping together and a sword being unsheathed.

boom!!!

Wang Shunchen's heart was beating hard. He took off his Jianghu robe, and then put on the familiar and unfamiliar armor again. In the end, the person standing here looked like a familiar general.

He tied up his messy hair with a wipe on his forehead and said calmly:

"Commander, I want to return to your command. After this battle, I will not disgrace the name of my Taiping Army. These five thousand people want my life, so I will tell him!"

He stretched out his hand and held the war bow, and the bowstring whistled violently.

The eyes of the man who had been in shambles for more than ten years and whose heart had been dead for more than ten years burned with blazing flames again. The bow roared violently, and a huge flying eagle appeared behind him. The void around him was twisted, and the man had an iron heart to death.

The sharpshooting general never returned to his master, and Taipinggong died.

He also has his own way of death.

When the sky dawned the next day, Cheriji planned to take advantage of this moment to charge into the battle, but the gate of the village opened unexpectedly. Cheriji frowned slightly and saw only one man walking out of the gate of the village.

Wearing bright silver armor, a unicorn scarlet war robe, a rhinoceros horn belt around his waist, a bow that shoots mountains and kills tigers, and a moon-gazing bow. He holds a wrist-thick steel gun with a sharp edge. Only that one person walks away.

He came out and his eyes fell calmly.

Cheridge actually took the initiative to tighten the reins.

Looking at this familiar nightmare, I saw that this man had gray hair on his temples.

"Wang Shunchen..."

"Already old."

There were shouts and curses coming from the village, but Wang Shunchen had already moved his wrist, thrust his gun behind him, blocked the gate of the village, knocked down the mechanisms on both sides, locked the door, took off his bow, and condensed his energy into a weapon.

, just shot out in one shot, killing a traitor who sneaked out and planned to open the door to lure the cavalry in.

The smell of blood came out. Wang Shunchen looked ahead and said:

"Five thousand Xue Jun, very good, very good."

"This is a suitable way for me, Wang Shunchen, to die!"

Cheridge shouted without hesitation: "Charge!!!"

The formation was formed in an instant, but at the moment when the auras were connected, three arrows were already spinning and flying out, but in that instant, they actually shot in through the gap where the air flow of the military formation was flowing.

The three arrows pierced the only weak point, and shot into the brains from the blindfolds of the visors of these Xue Xue soldiers. Just like a muffled groan, the three Xue Xue soldiers fell directly in the military formation. It was an incomparable ingenuity.

, abruptly disrupting the charge formation.

Wang Shunchen had leapt into the air, and the aura of the Sixth Heaven Realm penetrated into the battle formation from one side. He pressed his knees against the shield raised by the timid Xue Jun, his brows were like eagles, and with the sound of bowstrings whistling, three more armored cavalry fell down.

It was just a gray-haired, not-so-young general, wearing armor that had long since been abandoned by the times. He laughed and launched a desperate charge against the five thousand cavalry, looking strangely cruel and solemn.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Under the command of Duke Taiping Li Wanli, Wang Shunchen is trapped in Baibao Camp!"

He is alone.
To be continued...