Leju Village.

A war is breaking out.

Hundreds of black-clad warriors rushed to the stockade with shields held high, swords brandished, and slogans shouted.

The villagers standing on the wall of the wall have drawn their bows and released arrows, one after another arrows flew out, landed on the shield, making a clanging noise, but there are not many targets that can really be hit, let alone strong bows, even if they hit the target, they are often only slightly injured.

However, the samurai composed of the guards were also not battle-hardened soldiers, but a few sparse bows and arrows slowed down and stagnated, and some even turned back.

At this time, the Warlord team played a role, and after cutting off a few fleeing guys with knives in hand, they quickly stabilized the morale of the army, and everyone began to move forward slowly.

"A rabble!"

Shi Zhongwei, who was standing in the rear watching the battle, snorted coldly.

As the presidential leader of the Hexi Purge, Shi Zhongwei naturally has to go into battle in person at this time.

There were dozens of people standing beside him, all of whom were successful cultivators.

"It's just, if you want me to say, there's a shit for sending this shit. There are not so many people, let's go up together, how good it is to directly level this house, it is simple and trouble-free. A yellow-haired source said.

"You know what a fart!" a purple-haired and white-clothed source warrior said, "A well-trained team of 100 body forging warriors can easily destroy seven or eight Qi Origin Warriors, even if it is not uncommon to extinguish boiling blood." It is necessary to know that the source is also a human being, but he has some powerful powers, but as long as the essence of life does not change, it is impossible to ignore the role of quantity. ”

"Exactly!" another person said: "Unless the cultivation reaches the Shaking Light Realm, the attack can fly to the sky and the earth, enter and exit inseamlessly, the limbs can be regenerated, the organs are rebuilt, and the life level changes dramatically, the existence of the sergeant will always have its meaning." ”

"Even if it is the Shaking Light Realm, if you are facing an army composed of a group of Kaiyang Realm, you still have to retreat. Unless the cultivation level is above the third order, don't think about ignoring the existence of quantity. ”

It was for this reason that several patriarchs made up their minds to use these hillbillies to train their troops well. Four hundred elite samurai, combined with our people, even if they are strong, they may not be invincible. Someone said confidently.

"Zhan Shaguang? Thinking too far. Someone sneered disdainfully.

Shaking light was once the limit of the human race, and for many people, it was too ethereal and distant ranking.

It's true, such as the characters of the eleventh uncle Shi Kai Wasteland, just one of them here,

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can easily kill everyone here.

Shaking Light is different from other realms, it is a big threshold, and the difference in strength is also huge. Many people evaluate shaking light by the gap between the qi and boiling blood and the opening of the yang, which is destined to make a big mistake.

But there is no need to talk about these demoralizing words now.

On the battlefield, the battle continues.

The samurai, forced by the warlords, had begun to approach the wall, while the villagers above had begun to throw their spears.

The tip of this short spear was smeared with poison, and it was heavier than the arrow, but it was more powerful in the hands of the villagers. Some of the samurai were wounded by their spears, and their wounds quickly festered, covering their wounds and wailing, but the overseers in the rear remained unmoved, but kept forcing them to charge.

As long as you don't die, you must charge, either in the way of the charge or at the hands of the Overseers.

If there is a general who is good at military formation training here, he will definitely shake his head and scold: This is a fart training.

I only know that people are not afraid of death to rush up, if this is also called military training, then military training is too simple.

However, the fact is that even the bloodline nobles do not have the ability to train soldiers, and the source soldiers only know how to cultivate, not how to lead soldiers, so this battle is not only trained by soldiers, but also by generals.

But even so, the pressure from the four hundred elite warriors was still unbearable for the villagers of Leju Village.

Although the besiegers were not strong, the quality of the defenders was even worse.

In the face of the tsunami-like charge of these hundreds of samurai, many villagers were frightened and lost their souls, and many regretted that they should not have fought against the nobles. If it weren't for the hole card of the guardian beast, I am afraid that it would collapse on the spot.

Despite this, the rudimentary walls are still full of smoke.

Looking at this scene, Charle also regretted it incomparably.

He didn't regret going against the nobles, but regretted not listening to Su Shen's advice earlier.

As early as more than ten days ago, Su Shen had warned him that after several attempts by the bloodline nobles, they would definitely rush and fight fiercely next. If all the villages in Hexilin don't unite quickly, sooner or later they will be broken one by one.

However, the union of the villages meant a great inconvenience in life, and the villagers, who had been cut off from supplies by the blood nobles, could not afford to bear more pain, so Zarle had been hesitant.

In fact, he still has a glimmer of hope in his mind, thinking that the bloodline nobles will not do things to this point. It's just that the price has been increased to three times, and those nobles don't need to fight them for this profit. previously

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After failing to tempt, they have proven that their power is worth the price.

This is also the psychological manifestation that the vast majority of weak people must have, always holding a fluke mentality about bad things, and full of inexplicable expectations for their opponents.

It wasn't until the last moment that the shattered hope woke up, but it was too late.

At this moment, looking at the slaughtered aristocratic army, the hope in Tzale's heart was that those who were called for help could come to his rescue as soon as possible.

As long as these people can be saved, Challe is willing to agree to any conditions.

"Village Chief, a noble warrior has rushed up from the northwest corner!" a villager rushed over and shouted.

"You guys go and plug it up, quick!" called Telle.

Several villagers of the mobile team hurried over, but by the time they arrived, more than a dozen samurai had broken through the blockade and fought on the wall.

The walls of Leju Village can now be said to be leaking everywhere, and there are enemies climbing everywhere.

"Village Chief, dispatch the Sacred Beast!" shouted one of the villager warriors, "We can't hold it anymore. ”

"But......" Zarle looked at the Sources in the distance.

As the village chief, he could at least judge the simplest situation, that is, once the guardian beast was dispatched, those source warriors would inevitably take action.

With the number and ferocity of those source warriors, the fierce beasts are definitely not opponents, and the battle is only afraid that it will end faster.

On the contrary, as it is now, only ordinary samurai fight, which is more conducive to delaying time.

However, many things cannot be done knowing the right ones.

There are already beacons everywhere in Leju Village, and one villager after another has died in a pool of blood.

Terrible screams rang out one after another, and people were falling all the time.

Those were all familiar names to him, and he was still looking at him before he died, as if he was still wondering why until now, the old village chief was not allowed to dispatch the holy beast.

The right thing to do does does not mean that it can be understood, and the will of the individual is so powerless in the coercion of the masses, which also forces Chale to make mistakes even if he knows them.

He closed his eyes, couldn't bear to look at them anymore, but said:

"Dispatch the Holy Beast. ”

"Roar!"

A string of beast howls rang out.

Two huge figures shrouded the wall, and also enveloped the entire enemy position.

As the two fierce beasts rushed in, a bloody storm was set off in the samurai army, and the villagers on the wall of the wall let out excited shouts at the same time, as if victory was already in hand.

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