Chapter 705

"Buzz!"

As soon as Wang Chong's voice fell, everyone was shocked, and everyone raised their heads violently and looked at Wang Chong. It was Li Siye who opened his eyes sharply and looked at Wang Chong with an incredible look.

The "Lord Zhang Qiu" in Wang Chong's mouth, as long as anyone from Beijing knows it, it refers to the newly promoted military department Shangshu Zhang Qiu and Qiong. He also has another title, the Great Protector of Annam, or another better known name as the "Tiger of the Empire".

This name not only represents Zhang Qiu and Qiong's great fame and prestige, but also represents Zhang Qiu and Qiong's strength as the top general of the empire to be looked up to by countless people all over the world.

- All the Imperial generals are super powerhouses at the peak of the Holy Martial Arts!

Although Li Siye is confident, he also knows that there is still a big gap between himself and the "Imperial Tiger", Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of War. But Wang Chong actually said that even if Qiu Jianqiong, the secretary of the Ministry of War, came here in person, he would still have to sink into the sand......

"Hehe, I should feel a little bit. That's right! That village chief of Wusheng Village is a Saint Martial Realm powerhouse of the same level as Zhang Qiu and Qiong! With his strength, plus so many elders and villagers of Wushen Village, Zhang Qiu and Qiong are all about to sink into the sand, let alone us!"

Wang Chong sat on the ground, feeling the coldness coming from the stone house under his buttocks, and said lightly.

"Boom!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, Wang Chong understated, and the words of the light wind were suddenly stormy in everyone's ears. Gao Feng, Nie Yan, and all the guards all opened their eyes wide, and their eyes were full of shock.

Although Li Siye is not as obvious as a few people, he feels a lot of impact in his heart.

"The powerhouse of the Holy Martial Realm!"

"How is this possible?"

"That white-bearded old man, he can't even walk!"

......

Everyone's hearts were messy, but no one doubted Wang Chong's statement. In this kind of matter, Wang Chong's judgment will never be wrong.

Frankly speaking, the Wusheng people did not enter the oil and salt, not only did not respond to the call of the imperial court, but even took the initiative to attack the officers and soldiers of the imperial court.

But at this time, hearing that there was actually a powerhouse of the Holy Martial Realm in Wushen Village, where did everyone dare to have the slightest thought like this!

"Master Hou, what is the origin of these black wounded people, how can an ordinary village be so powerful?"

Gao Feng's eyelids jumped, and he finally couldn't help asking.

"The question,...... I would like to know too. ”

Wang Chong looked at the starry sky outside the window, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

There are a lot of secrets about Wushu Village, and all the people of Wushen Village walk like flying among the mountains and mountains, after all, the surrounding area is indeed a cliff, and it is not surprising that they have lived here for a long time and practiced their skills.

But outside the village, the formations and spiritual attacks displayed by the elders of the Wushu Village called Du Lao and Fang Lao were not explained by the lofty mountains.

Moreover, before Wang Chong stepped into Wusheng Village, he didn't expect that the patriarch of Wushen Village was actually a powerhouse in the Holy Martial Realm.

There are many secrets that Wang Chong did not know in his previous life.

There is no doubt that in the previous life, he had no chance to explore these secrets, but now that everything is done again, all the elders and core backbones of Wushen Village are still alive, and even Fang Xiaoyan has not yet grown into the naughty and savage girl in the later generations.

I can finally find out what is going on in the village!

But before that, the most important thing is to change the opinion of the patriarch of Wusheng Village and recruit the first batch of soldiers from Wushen Village.

"Leave this matter to me, you can rest first. ”

Wang Chong said, quickly turning around and falling into deep thought.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and the traditions of Wushu Village cannot be changed overnight, especially before the catastrophe has occurred.

But no matter how difficult it is, Wang Chong will find a way to change.

As the former commander of the Wounded Warriors, at this time, he needed the help of this world-famous "Wounded Iron Horseman".

"No accidents, that thing should happen soon!"

A thought flashed through Wang Chong's mind, and he slowly raised his head and looked at the sky. High in the sky, a crescent moon hangs alone, such a night is too common in Wushu Village.

But if you look closely, you can see that the crescent moon in the sky is changing little by little. The crescent moon is getting thinner and lighter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And with the change of the crescent moon, the stars in the sky and the entire Wushu Village quickly became dim. It's as if everything is being covered with layers of black veil.

- It's a lunar eclipse!

Wang Chong remembered clearly that before the catastrophe, there was an incident in Wusheng Village, where many elders and villagers of Wusheng Village suddenly died one night.

That night, at least two or three thousand people were killed and injured, and even Fang Xiaoyan's grandfather, the white-haired old man Wang Chong saw during the day, was seriously injured in that incident, and half of his body was paralyzed, and his strength was greatly reduced.

And the ninth uncle "Wu Jiumei" in the mouth of the little girl Fang Xiaoyan died in this incident.

If it weren't for this, the later Wushen Village might not have been so traumatized and killed and injured so many people.

If Wang Chong hadn't seen it during the day, it would be fine, but knowing that the white-haired old man was a peak powerhouse of the Holy Martial Realm at the same level as Zhang Qiu Jianqiong, Ge Shuhan, Fumeng Lingcha and other imperial generals, Wang Chong couldn't sit back and watch this happen no matter what.

Every peak powerhouse of the Saint Martial Realm is a precious treasure for the current Datang, and there must be no mistakes easily.

If he allowed the head of Wushen Village, who was at the peak of the Holy Martial Realm, to fall under his nose, this would definitely be a deep regret for Wang Chong.

There was not much information left about that accident, Wang Chong only knew that when that incident happened, it was the lunar eclipse, and the turbid qi between heaven and earth was at its peak.

This is also the reason why Wang Chong deliberately asked the officials of the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Agriculture to calculate before he set off from Beijing.

"Before and after the catastrophe, in the past ten years, there have been three lunar eclipses in Datang, one was five years ago, one was three months after the catastrophe, and the remaining one is now. If there are no accidents, the most likely time for that to happen is now. ”

Wang Chong said secretly in his heart.

"Ah——h

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and just when Wang Chong was secretly thinking alone, suddenly, a terrible scream came from outside the house, which completely broke the peace of Wusheng Village.

"Du Lao, come on!"

The originally silent village of Wushu was suddenly in chaos. Before the sound fell, another terrible scream came from the other direction of Wushu Village.

Wang Chong's face changed, like an arrow off the string, and he didn't think about it, so he rushed out of the room.

"Li Siye, Gao Feng, Nie Yan, and the others all come with me and bring the things I asked you to prepare!"

Wang Chong's voice still echoed throughout the room, but the person had disappeared outside.

......

The night in the village is very quiet, this kind of place is isolated from the world, surrounded by mountains, and everyone maintains the habit of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Therefore, when Wang Chong and the others entered the stone house to rest, they could not hear a sound outside at all.

But now the village of Wushu has completely exploded. Wang Chong stood on the square of Wusheng Village, which was originally dark and had been lit up a little bit. At first, Wang Chong heard only one or two screams, but now there are them everywhere.

The cries of the women and the cries of the children, and the voices of those who had been awakened by the screams and had rushed out of the house to check and help, were heard from all directions.

"It really happened!"

The wind was howling, Wang Chong looked up at the sky, the moon in the sky had completely disappeared, and the earth was dark. At this moment, Wang Chong's ears and long hair danced wildly, and his heart was messy.

Even if he had already heard about the big incident that happened in the village, he knew how serious it was when he really experienced it. It's not a question of one or two people, it's not a question of a hundred or two hundred, it's a matter of two or three thousand people dying at the same time.

As the former coach of the Wusheng people, it would be fine if he didn't experience it, but now that he is in the Wusheng Village, he must not sit back and watch this scene happen no matter what. After all, although the Wusheng people are a little arrogant, in the midst of the catastrophe, they are the most bloody, loyal, and respectable troops in the entire land.

The 5,000-strong black wounded iron horsemen fought to the last man, and no one flinched, and they fought to the death against the foreign invaders until the last moment, defending this land, this divine continent.

They are the best warriors and the most loyal troops, which is why Wang Chong wants to subdue them no matter what.

Although they are rebellious, xenophobic, difficult to tame, and have deep-rooted traditions, once subdued, they are the most reliable fighters.

This is a truth that every cavalryman knows!

"Ninth Uncle ——"

Suddenly, a heart-rending shout came into his ears, Wang Chong's face changed, and he flew out without thinking about it, flying in the direction where the sound came from. The wind howled on both sides, and countless stone houses in the dark night flew towards the sides.

At this moment, Wang Chong also remembered many, many ...... in his mind

In the entire Wushu Village, only one person is called "Uncle Jiu", that is, the "Wujiumei" he saw during the day. In Wusheng Village, Wu Jiumei is the elder with the highest rank in addition to the patriarch, although her personality is old-fashioned, but this "ninth uncle" is extremely spoiled by Xiao Yan.

So back then, in addition to his grandfather, the death of Uncle Jiu was Fang Xiaoyan's saddest and most regrettable. And for a long time afterward, it was hard to let go. On the sacrifice day of the ninth uncle, Fang Xiaoyan would be very depressed and sad, and he would be in a low mood all day.

Everything was repeated, even if he was able to step into Wusheng Village in advance, then no matter what, Wang Chong couldn't let this happen.