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Chapter 67 Fire Head Army Aji

Fifty miles is a long distance, so far that the infantry would be trampled under the horse if they could not run at all. When passing by Zhao Zhiyi, Yan Hanhai recognized the head in his hand at a glance. Yan Hanhai was stunned at first, and then looked at the swordsman in front Nodding his head, he didn't speak, and led his troops away.

Yan Rongrong was left behind and led more than a hundred cavalry to clean up the battlefield to see if there were any stragglers that had been missed.

Yan Rongrong came to the white-clothed swordsman and got off her horse. The armor on her body was already stained with a lot of blood, so she was the one who rushed to the front just now.

"This hero, my Majesty Yan Rongrong, may I ask the hero's name?" Yan Rongrong clasped his fists, feeling quite heroic.

Zhao Zhiyi rubbed his nose with a strange expression, he was somewhat uncomfortable being called a hero for the first time in his life, but he still clasped his fists in return and said, "I'm Zhao Zhiyi."

"Oh, Zhao Yingxiong, I'm sorry, thank you for what happened today."

Zhao Zhiyi smiled helplessly, thinking how could this little girl speak so roughly, it would be better for women to learn how to be a flower arranging female celebrity, as she would lose her femininity if she danced with knives and guns all day long.

Yan Rongrong took people to continue cleaning the battlefield after the greetings, Zhao Zhiyi was a little tired, found a place to sit cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to adjust his internal breath.

The sword technique he uses is called Jinghong Thirteen Moves. The first twelve moves are mediocre. The secret lies in the No. 13 move. Such as worthless.

The grass mustard is not a one-stroke sword style, but a must-kill style condensed from the murderous aura accumulated in the previous twelve moves. It seals the indomitable momentum in the scabbard, and does not need to draw the sword. Everything turns into powder.

Zhao Zhiyi has been killing non-stop since he first entered the enemy group, in order to accumulate murderous aura. Finally, at the end of the No.12 style, he had accumulated a monstrous murderous aura, and his aura reached its peak at this time. Later, he put his sword into its sheath It seems random, but only he himself knows the hardships.

Every inch the sword is sheathed, the murderous aura will increase by one point, and the resistance will increase by one point. When the three-foot long sword is fully put into the sheath, the murderous aura that is sheathed and then unsheathed will turn into a sword that smashes everything.

After nearly a quarter of an hour of recuperation, Zhao Zhiyi's energy that had been sucked away by the "grass mustard" in Zhao Zhiyi's body recovered a little, and then he stood up and began to look around.

"Hero, you are so brave!"

At some point, a young man in his twenties appeared from the side. The young man was dressed strangely, holding a spatula in his hand and a large cauldron on his back.

Zhao Zhiyi frowned, this person's appearance was a bit abrupt.

"Oh, my name is Aji, you were too powerful just now, so many Beitu soldiers couldn't stop you. In my opinion, you are stronger than our General Yan!"

"And our Miss Yan, although we can also fight, but we can't compare with you..."

The young man named Aji was very familiar and talked endlessly. At this moment, a fat man walked by and mentioned Aji who was still talking.

"You boy, if you say you are afraid of death, you can sneak onto the battlefield even if you burn a fire, and if you say you are not afraid of death, you will tremble with a knife in your hand. Hurry up and go back with me, you are crazy busy over there."

"Oh, how many times have I said that the reason I tremble with a knife is because of excitement!"

"Stop bragging, anyone who goes to the battlefield will always be blamed, so let's go." The fat chef couldn't help saying that he carried Aji and walked into the distance...

Yan Rongrong, who was currently cleaning the battlefield, became more and more frightened.Having been on the battlefield for many years, she could tell at a glance that many of the corpses left behind on the battlefield were killed by one blow. Before, she only knew that the white-clothed swordsman not far away had high martial arts skills, but only after seeing these corpses with her own eyes did she know his strength. How terrifying is the strength.

From the front of the formation to the back of the formation, the distance is at least a hundred meters, and that person actually killed all the way across the distance of a hundred meters. What shocked Yan Rongrong the most was the ten steps in front of the North Turkistan camp. I didn't see the scene at that time with my own eyes, but the vertical and horizontal ravines on the ground and the broken iron armor all over the ground are enough to explain some problems.

Counting all the way, in this short [-] meters, he killed more than a hundred people?

One against one hundred!

When Yan Rongrong thought of this word, she couldn't help but blush. When she looked at the white-clothed swordsman who had stood up in the distance, Yan Rongrong, who was dressed in iron armor and wrapped in red, had a different look in his eyes. This look was due to her It has never happened in my 20 years of life.

After dealing with the battlefield, Yan Rongrong came to the swordsman in white and asked, "How many people did you kill?"

"A few hundred, I didn't count them in detail." Zhao Zhiyi replied casually.

"Oh." Yan Rongrong who got the answer lowered his head and walked away, leaving the swordsman with a puzzled face muttering to himself: "What's the situation?"

Zhao Zhiyi stretched his waist, this last move was really a bit too frightening, it's better not to release it easily in the future, with this in mind, he whistled, and immediately, a white horse ran over from a distance and came to him She rubbed her head against him.

"You are clever, so many arrows didn't hit you just now?"

While laughing and cursing, Zhao Zhiyi took out a handful of buckwheat from the pocket on the horse's back, put it in the palm of his hand and fed it to the spiritual white horse in front of him.

The white horse snorted after eating and drinking, Zhao Zhiyi knew it was full, so he got on the horse, and Yan Rongrong, who had been watching the movement not far away, saw the man in white getting on the horse, and was a little anxious, wanting to stay This person.But for a while, I couldn't think of any good reason.

At this moment, Yan Hanhai just returned from the north with an army of [-], and saw Zhao Zhiyi standing on his horse from afar, and hurriedly urged the horsewhip to speed up his pace.

When he got closer, Yan Hanhai clasped his fists together, "This brother, if you dare to ask your name, Yan will thank you here."

Zhao Zhiyi smiled slightly, and said politely: "I'm Zhao Zhiyi, General Yan, you don't have to be polite. I've heard that General Yan is good at fighting. Seeing him today, he really deserves his reputation."

"Thank you, brother Zhao today, I don't know where brother Zhao is going?"

"Chijin Wei."

Yan Hanhai was overjoyed when he heard that, and asked to stay: "It's a coincidence, we are going to Chijinwei too, it's getting late today, why don't we refresh tonight, you and I have a drink together, how about we set off together tomorrow?"

Zhao Zhiyi hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Very good!"

"Hahaha, Brother Zhao, please!"

"Brother Yan, please!"

The two drove side by side like close friends, and walked towards the city of Xishaan Capital, while Yan Rongrong who was not far away was standing there blankly.

Xishan Xingdusi is located on the main throat between Chijinwei and Liangzhouwei. where to attack.If it hadn't been for the fall of Chijin Guard this time, which led to the [-] North Turkistan army coming from the northwest, it would have been absolutely impossible for Xishan Xingdusi to be besieged.

Since Xishan Xingdusi is located on an important military route in the northwest, most of the people who come and go are high-spirited rangers except for the imperial army. Great achievements.

This kind of idea is not whimsical. If there is only one place in the dynasty that can be promoted based on strength, it must be the army in the northern border. After all, the general Zhenyuan Yan Jun who guards the northern border is originally a hero of the rivers and lakes. He defected when he was less than twenty The army of the dynasty started from a small soldier and went all the way to the general.

(End of this chapter)