The devil is coming

Chapter 230
Its daybreak.
In the mountain col, there were corpses everywhere. Because the savages were all out, the corpses on the ground included men, women, old and young. Because of this, the scene was much more tragic than an ordinary battlefield.
Groups of Jin soldiers were sitting together, some were drinking, some were talking and laughing, and some were bandaging Paoze's wounds.
They went through a few months of confusion, from hearing about the destruction of the Helian family, to being trampled on in the capital, and finally reduced to an existence like a servant army;
Finally, they found their confidence in the savages.
The army is just like that. You may not see any practical effect due to its name of victorious and iron army, but at critical moments, it can often inspire strong explosive power.
An army that always loses battles, no matter how abundant its troops, horses, food and grass, will eventually be useless, while a victorious army will naturally have an aura of giving up to others.
Liang Cheng said that fighting is the best way to train, and now the results have indeed appeared. With these Jin puppet troops, Zheng Fan finally saw the true meaning of the army.
During the battle last night, they were actually the most courageous. They rushed in the first line and cut down the savages when they saw them. They probably vented all the stagnation in their stomachs these days on the savages.
And Savage lived up to expectations.
You say their fighting ability is poor. How could a nation living in such poor mountains and rivers be so poor?
But they were so careless, similar to the peasant uprisings in the four major countries. When facing the regular army, they gave up in an instant.
These savages are also unlucky. They have been suppressed by the Jin people for so many years. The military strength of the Jin country has always been good. Although the three-family division of the Jin has been formed for many years, neither the Helian family nor the Situ family have any influence on Tianduan. The savages in the mountains have always maintained an attitude of killing those who are not our race.
Finally, the Jin Kingdom was gone, and the Helian family was also destroyed. Who knew, the Yan people would come who were more capable of fighting than the Jin people.
After all, Zheng Fan didn't draw his sword last night. He was already well protected. When the surrounding troops came back, the savage army quickly collapsed and fled in all directions. It turned into a one-sided massacre.
The soldiers under his command also let go of the pursuit, fearing that they would miss this bloody game, which also gave Zheng Fan a feeling of confusion as he drew his sword and looked around.
"Lord."
A Ming sat on the mound, holding a bulging water bag in his hand, sipping it in small sips.
There should be some masters among the savages, but on a large-scale battlefield, unless there are a few Tian Wujing-level masters, they will not play a decisive role at all.
So A Ming successfully knocked down two of them, took their blood, and used the Five Zang Temple to save them.
"Ah."
Zheng Fan nodded to A Ming, and then he couldn't help but yawned.
When he followed Li Fusheng to the south of Qian Country, he was still able to withstand the continuous attacks without rest, but this time it may be because the enemy was defeated too easily, which made Zheng Fan unable to lift his spirits.
Liang Cheng came over at this time and said helplessly:
"This gang of guys killed them so much that they couldn't stop them, and they only took less than a thousand prisoners."
Most of them were hacked to death, and some of them fled into the mountains and forests, so there were far fewer prisoners than expected.
"It doesn't matter, leave some people to clean the battlefield, and bring another group of troops. Let's take down the barbarian stronghold above first."
Zheng Fan wanted to rest. No matter how simple the barbarian village was, the barbarian leaders still had a good living standard. Moreover, these familiar barbarians were even more luxurious than the Jin people.
Liang Cheng nodded and personally selected [-] barbarian soldiers. Together with A Ming and Xue San, he accompanied Zheng Fan to the military stronghold on the mountain. At the same time, Tufa Chengjian and Zuo Jiqiandu each led a team of troops to go further. A little savage village.
The blind man took the remaining men and horses to clean the battlefield and collect the prisoners.
The combat power of the three savage settlements has actually been consumed here. In the village, only the old, weak, women and children are left. They basically do not pose any threat, but they still need to be taken over quickly to prevent the wealth in the village. loss of goods.
Zheng Fan and his men had just gone up the mountain when they saw the village gate, and an old savage man came out of it.
The old man was wearing a brocade robe favored by wealthy people from Jin Dynasty, with the fat cuffs hanging underneath him.
Zheng Fan reined in the reins, and the barbarian soldiers around him also stopped.
At this time, several children ran out of the village and brought a sheep.
The old man quickly took off his robe, revealing the white shirt underneath, took the rope holding the sheep from the doll, and then slowly continued walking towards Zheng Fan.
"Oh, surrender also requires a sense of ceremony."
Liang Cheng echoed: "That's true."
You say that savages are uneducated, but they can still create this scene for you. You say that they are literate, but you don’t see much trace of culture.
The old man should be the leader of this tribe. He led the white goat and walked over step by step.
The savage dolls looked at these barbarian soldiers and instinctively became afraid and did not dare to follow any further.
When the distance was less than ten meters, the old man knelt down tremblingly and raised the rope holding the white goat above his head.
Liang Cheng looked at Zheng Fan and said:
"Lord?"
Zheng Fan looked at A Ming,
A Ming is still drinking "wine",
see,
slightly confused,
And then pointed at himself?
Zheng Fan nodded and said:
"I can't get all the limelight. You and I are family."
"Hey hey hey hey..."
A Ming laughed out loud and wiped the blush that overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Xue Sanze pretended to be serious and urged:
"A Ming, come on, this is the Lord's cultivation and care for you!"
A Ming turned to look at Xue San beside him and said:
"Is this opportunity for you to further your studies?"
Xue San shook his upper body, spread his hands, and said shamelessly:
"All fools know that I can't be the boss with this image."
Xue San was very self-aware, leaving A Ming speechless.
finally,
A Ming rode his horse out of the queue,
The waist is very straight, and the vampire itself has an aristocratic aura. When A Ming is not with Liang Cheng, he still looks very serious and elegant.
The old man raised his head, looked at A Ming, and handed over the rope in his hand.
A Ming reached out and took the rope.
The old man said nothing;
A Ming didn't say anything either.
Xue San tilted his head and said, "Is this the end?"
The voice just fell,
The old man's left hand suddenly turned over,
The white goat let out a miserable "Bah!!!!"
A dagger penetrated from the goat's belly and fell into the old man's palm. The old man's temperament suddenly changed at this time, and his body jumped directly to A Ming's side. At the same time, the dagger suddenly Stab it into A Ming's heart and stir it up!
The whole set of movements was completed in one go, and a red light flashed on the old man's body, which seemed to be lagging behind.
This old man was clearly an eighth-level strongman, but he was probably not a pure martial artist, but might have followed the ancestral path of the barbarians.
"Fuck!" Xue San shouted immediately.
Liang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly.
Zheng Fan breathed a long sigh of relief. The old man's previous movements revealed something strange, and he did not give his target any time to react.
This made Zheng Fan think subconsciously, if he had gone to accept the surrender earlier, even if he was a seventh-level martial artist, even if he had the magic pill on him, would he have been able to stop the old man's killing move in time?
"puff!"
The old man pulled out the dagger from A Ming's chest.
His left hand held A Ming's neck like an eagle's claw,
The whole person seemed to be going crazy and shouted at Zheng Fan:
"Come on, come on, come on, the soul of the Saint Clan will never be destroyed, and the glory of the Saint Clan will shine on the earth forever and protect her people!"
There should be many old, weak, women and children in the village. This move of the old man can be said to have directly labeled the clan members behind him as dead.
He did not choose to endure the humiliation, nor did he choose to be servile, but chose to face it with the strongest attitude.
to face,
aggressor.
Indeed, from the perspective of the savages in this settlement, the group headed by Zheng Fan were out-and-out invaders.
Let you surrender, let you contribute your young master as a hostage, let you contribute your wealth, let you contribute your clan's warriors to work for him as cannon fodder.
After choosing to refuse, he sent troops to conquer. What is this but an invader?
The three savage tribes united to fight, but failed.
However, what surprised the old man was that the Yangou on the opposite side did not panic too much, and even did not rush forward angrily and hack him to death as expected.
The old man shouted:
"Come on, come on, kill me, kill me, don't you know how to kill, kill me!"
At this time,
Xue San in the team suddenly shouted at the top of his voice:
"If you can, chop off my general's head first!"
Zheng Fan immediately glared at Xue San.
Xue San lowered his head guiltily and covered his mouth.
The old man frowned slightly, but still subconsciously picked up the dagger and stabbed A Ming in the head.
Zheng Fan's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He was really worried that A Ming would die completely after his head was cut off!
Also at this time,
A Ming, who was lifted up by the old man's neck, suddenly opened his eyes.
The breath on his body suddenly burst out!
The blood in the old man's arms suddenly stagnated, causing the movements of his hands to slow down.
A Ming's whole body fell down.
when falling,
open mouth,
Two fangs were exposed,
It penetrated into the old man's neck in an extremely graceful manner.
The old man instinctively mobilized the qi and blood in his body to resist,
However, the coldness was directly injected into his limbs and bones through his fangs, causing the old man to freeze completely. He could only hear the sound of blood being continuously sucked out of his neck:
Gudu... Gudu... Gudu... Gudu...
If the previous A Ming could not achieve this complete suppression, but now the A Ming could do it, at the moment when Zheng Fan was worried and anxious about himself;
A Ming raised his head,
There was an intoxicated look on his face,
At the same time, facing Xue San in the distance who was full of envy, jealousy and hatred,
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,
Silently said:
"Thank you."
Thank you for your help,
I,
advanced.
(End of this chapter)