Lin Zhao punched as much as he wanted. When one punch exploded the head of a ghoul, he quickly appeared behind the old fish head and punched a ghost who had raised his steel knife.
The soldier was shaken away, and he quickly stepped forward and stomped his head into pieces with a heavy kick. Everyone was shocked. Lin Zhao, who was on the battlefield for the first time, did not have any stage fright. He struck fast and hard, all killing moves.
In fact, although Lin Zhao was ignorant when he was a child, he still understood some things from the adults in the small town chatting after dinner. Naturally, people would talk about things that his mother did not want to say. When he was five years old, the Kirin Fire Seal appeared.
After that, my father went down the mountain and never came back. When he came back, he was already a blood-stained corpse.
The adults didn't say it clearly, but Lin Zhao also understood that his father died either in the hands of the demon clan or in the hands of the ghost clan.
Because of this, Lin Zhao's hatred for the four northern tribes was almost innate. In addition, people often died in battles in the town. He had been exposed to it since he was a child. When Lin Zhao was nine years old, he even saw a ghost soldier secretly
He sneaked into a small town and bit off half of the head of his neighbor's uncle who often told him strange stories. This kind of hatred was irreconcilable!
…
"snort!"
Not far away from Lin Zhao, the commander Zhang Yanping sneered and said: "Hey, that kid... Although his punches are sharp, his energy is consumed too quickly. Please save some strength in case the attack of the monsters and ghosts continues.
By daybreak, wouldn't it be that you will have run out of strength early, and you will have no choice but to wait for death if you don't have any boxing skills?"
Although the other party reprimanded him, it was nothing more than a blow to the head for Lin Zhao. He was right, the situation on the battlefield was ever-changing, and he had indeed been blinded by hatred for a while.
…
Chinese army formation.
The Death Battalion had already engaged the enemy, and the iron cavalry charged wildly, knocking a group of monster soldiers to stagger, and then swept them with sword light, like cutting wheat.
Chu Huaixi stood on the viewing platform, and Huang Tingyu stood beside him. Huang Tingyu was like a sharp blade in a sheath. He only drew the sword once, and then returned to Chu Huaixi's side again. And behind them,
Formation masters wearing gray cloaks were standing ready, holding rune stones in their hands, like ghosts on the battlefield, waiting for Chu Huaixi's order to activate the Hidden Dragon in the Abyss formation hidden in the battlefield.
However, what disappointed Chu Huaixi was that within an hour of the battle between the two sides, the north remembered the rapid sound of horns, and then the monsters and ghosts abandoned a large number of corpses and withdrew.
Before dawn, the Tiebu Battalion began to clear the battlefield.
A large number of corpses of monsters and ghosts were buried on the spot, and the bones of the Tianchi Army's dead soldiers were wrapped in horse leather. For a time, rows of bones were placed in the camp. A rough count showed that the number of dead people had exceeded one hundred, and
The Tiebu Camp was not fully organized to begin with, so the current Tiebu Camp may not even have 700 people.
Lin Zhao returned to the camp and entered the tent to rest for a while.
Not long after, Old Yutou came back with a group of people. Four of the nine people he commanded were killed in the battle, so his face was quite ugly, but he held a pot of broth and two military ration pancakes in his hand and said: "Hurry up.
Eat it while it's hot, last night was just a tentative attack, God knows what the monsters and ghosts are thinking."
"Thanks."
Lin Zhao devoured it.
A middle-aged soldier smiled slightly and said: "According to the statistics from the military merit book, Lin Zhao killed eighty-four enemies by himself last night. If he hadn't stopped a little later, he would have definitely exceeded a hundred.
."
"Hmph..."
The old fish head smiled: "Young man, you don't know Zang Feng at all. If you continue to kill like this, Zhang Yanping's position of command will be given to you in a few days..."
Lin Zhao smiled awkwardly: "Really?"
"You brat, do you really want to be the controller?!" the old fish head scolded with a smile.
Lin Zhaodao: "I haven't thought about it. I just want to kill more monsters and ghosts."
"Don't worry, there will be a chance."
After eating, the old fish lay down with his head on his helmet and said: "Go to sleep, sleep for a while, maybe there will be some tasks assigned to us during the day. We can't keep up our energy."
"yes!"
Everyone rolled up their marching quilts and fell asleep.
…
I don’t know how long I slept, but Lin Zhao woke up to a loud noise. Old Yutou and others also got up together. I saw one person opened the tent door, squinting his eyes in the cold wind and flying snow, and said
: "Old Fish Head?"
"exist!"
Old Yutou stood up immediately. He knew that the other party was a messenger and asked: "What's the matter?"
"You have a mission."
The messenger handed over a copper token and said: "Not long ago, our grain and grass camp at the rear right was attacked by sporadic troops of the demon tribe. I ordered you to immediately lead your men to rush to rescue. Remember, the grain and grass transport officer is a big
Any captain of the Shang Dynasty can die, and we must escort this captain back alive at all costs, otherwise, the Great Shang Dynasty may have another excuse."
The old fish head frowned: "Is it just us?"
"more than."
The messenger said: "A total of twenty tokens have been issued, and the total number of people is at least one hundred. Some of them have already passed. Anyway, hurry up and reinforce."
"knew!"
Old Yutou stood up and shouted: "I heard you all, immediately put on your armor and weapons, and go to the right wing grain and grass camp for reinforcements!"
"yes!"
A group of six people put on their armor and brought a small amount of dry food, and immediately flew into the snow, and galloped away under the leadership of the old fish head. Several soldiers were quite tired, and everyone was exhausted from the battle last night.
Strength, and now he has not rested for a long time and is rushing to the battlefield again. The fatigue on his face is clearly visible. Among the group of people, only Lin Zhao is energetic. The physical strength of the third realm warrior is already strong, but in his veins, that energy
The power of the fire unicorn led the majestic energy to flow like a leader, making his whole body full of strength.
…
In the afternoon, amidst the blowing snow, a grain and grass camp appeared in view.
"stop!"
Just behind a tree, Old Yutou suddenly raised his hand and ordered everyone to stop. Suddenly, a group of people lay motionless in the snow in a well-trained manner, while Old Yutou narrowed his eyes and sniffed his nose.
Said: "Humph, you want to ambush us?"
As he spoke, he looked back at Lin Zhao and said, "Do you smell it?"
"Um."
Lin Zhao is a martial artist in the third realm and naturally has stronger perception. He said: "There is one on the left and two on the right. The one on the left is stronger, but the two on the right have crossbows in their hands and are more dangerous.
Some, this road is the only way to get to the grain and grass camp. We can't take a detour or go around it, so we can only force a breakthrough."
"right!"
Old Yutou's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "What a good boy, you have some skills."
A young soldier narrowed his eyes and pointed to the right, whispering: "Look over there."
Just in the direction of his finger, there were two corpses lying in the snow, stained with blood, both wearing armor from the Tianchi Army's death camp. The fatal wound was at the throat. Two feathers swaying in the wind killed them. In the distance,
It was an ownerless war horse wandering in the snow. It was obviously a soldier from the Death Battalion who rushed to rescue and was shot by the demon clan.
"Be careful."
The old fish head frowned and said: "Monsters are cruel by nature, and their physical strength is extremely strong. They can often kill human monks beyond their level. In the past battles, the monsters in the four realms killed people in the fifth realm, and the monsters in the six realms killed people.
It's common for the seven realms. The demon clan ambushing on the left is the strongest, at least the fourth realm. The two on the right are weaker. In the two realms, we...should we wait a little longer?"
"No wait."
Lin Zhao pricked up his ears, and there was the sound of horse hooves in the distance. Monster tribes generally do not set up cavalry, so there is a high probability that they are from the death camp, Chengfeng camp. He frowned and said: "If we don't take action, our reinforcements will continue to be shot.
, in this case, Old Yutou, I will go back to the left alone to attack and kill the monsters in the four realms. You and the rest of the people will use the advantage of the heavy shield soldiers to go back to the right and attack the two demons with crossbows.
, this might give you a little chance of winning."
"A martial artist from the third realm can defeat a demon monk from the fourth realm, can you do that?"
Old Yutou was worried: "Lin Zhao, you are a person with a bright future. Maybe you will really grow into the commander of a battalion in the future. It would be unworthy to die here."
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "Don't worry, my life is very tough. I can't die. If I really die, I can't blame others."
"OK!"
Old Yutou said in a deep voice: "After Lin Zhao set off, we immediately started to take detours. The other party may have discovered us, or he may not have discovered us. In short...be careful."
"yes!"
…
Lin Zhao nodded, put down his shield and sword, and wearing only a suit of armor, he crouched and disappeared into the snow. He was very fast, and using the cover of a bush, Lin Zhao slowly approached.
When I was a hundred meters away, I saw clearly that the monster from the Four Realms transformed into a middle-aged man, holding a mace hammer in his hand. The hammer was full of minced meat and blood. He must have killed many Tianchi troops.
Soldiers are dead.
He squinted his eyes, looked in the direction of Old Yutou and others, and sneered: "A few losers also want to deal with us?"
Lin Zhao frowned, and without thinking much, he suddenly raised a breath of pure Qi, and rushed out of the bush with a "swish" sound. His whole body turned into an afterimage in the flying snow, and rushed towards the opponent as fast as possible, fighting in the three realms.
The four realms were indeed outrageous, especially when the opponent was a demon clan. Lin Zhao was not very sure, but he had to give it a try, otherwise Old Yutou and others would be killed without any suspense!
"Um?!"
The demon monk turned around suddenly and couldn't help but sneered: "Looking for death!?"
A hammer swept out, spiritual energy surged, but at the moment he punched out, Lin Zhao had already launched the farmer's three-punch formation, horse wind and Qiang style, and the speed of the flow of energy and fists all over his body suddenly increased, and his body
He sank suddenly, kneeling on the ski ground to avoid the opponent's blow, and at the same time, he punched the demon clan's ankle hard.
"Peng!"
After receiving a violent blow to his feet, the monk who was as strong as the demon clan also fell to the ground with a miserable groan. Before he landed, Lin Zhao had already sent out the second punch, and the "Peng" punch landed on the demon clan.
The monk's face was hit so hard that his nose bones were broken and blood splattered. The moment the opponent rolled out, Lin Zhao jumped up and punched the opponent's throat hard again.
With his true energy bursting out and his fists flowing, Lin Zhao was like a little ferocious beast in the snow sea. Once he bit the opponent's vital part, he would never let go again. The fourth punch was delivered, directly
The opponent flew forward and broke a pine tree as thick as a bowl. Before it hit the ground, Lin Zhao came like the wind, gently lifted it up with his toes, extended his right fist, and hit the opponent's face directly with the fifth punch.
It was dented by the blast.
At this moment, Lin Zhao was also secretly grateful.
Thanks to this demon clan being a spiritual cultivator, he couldn't withstand the beating. If he were a warrior among the demon clan, the result might be different.
