Yamato-gun, Chunhui City. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is a very prosperous city in the Qingfeng Empire, very famous in the empire, the economy is very developed, the population is quite large, although it is not as good as the three ancient cities, but it is also a very iconic city in the Qingfeng Empire.

However, this prosperous city, which was usually prosperous, is now full of smoke, and there is an atmosphere of panic everywhere in the city, and the people are hiding in their houses in panic, shivering.

The towering walls of Chunhui City were already full of mottled traces, and serious troops were piled up on the walls, and each of them was in a very tired state.

Outside the big city, the mountains were full of swaying military flags, and the shouts of the tyrants, and the dense army figures were intertwined.

Ji Chengyu was wearing armor, his face was full of solemnity, riding a war horse with one-horned scales, holding a long sword, and roaring.

After that, the dense soldiers behind him rushed towards the mottled Chunhui City, with a high momentum, like a fierce tiger about to tear everything apart, and the Chunhui City seemed to be like a wounded prey, becoming the object of tiger hunting.

The heavy gate of Chunhui City also creaked, and a large group of armored cavalry rushed out of the city gate, like sharp knives, tearing towards Ji Chengyu's army.

The two crashed together, and on the city wall, dense arrows spread down like a torrential rain, and then the sound of weapons colliding, shouting, and fighting were all mixed together, blending with each other, regardless of each other.

A ferocious murderous aura rose into the sky, as if to scatter the clouds on the sky.

One soldier after another lay in a pool of blood, and one by one the red-eyed sergeants waved their blades with great effort.

This is war.

Above the sky dome, hundreds of meters in the air.

A figure wrapped in a black robe sat cross-legged, and the fierce wind blew with the rich blood and murderous intent underneath, blowing the robe and making a rattling sound.

Venerable Shuramen, opened his eyes slightly, his true qi was permeating, and he was holding a round gray bead in his hand.

The bead emitted a faint fluctuation, the light on it flickered, and the formation on the surface seemed to have been revived.

A suction force that is difficult for ordinary people to feel but real escapes from the bead, and from the battlefield of ten thousand armies below, one after another twisted and wailing phantom souls are constantly drawn, and the killing intent and resentment are mixed together, and they are all absorbed by this bead.

The breath of the Revenant Bead was constantly growing, and it became very terrifying.

His Holiness's eyes radiated with frenzy, and he looked at the growing light of the Revenant Soul Bead, stretched out his lips, and licked his dry lips.

......

Liu Tou'er finally helped Bufang arrange for the army, but unlike his sworn assurance, this army was not the elite unit of the Xixuan Army.

"Senior...... This is the Third Army of the Western Xuan Army, which is under the Lower Division, and you should also understand it...... The elite of the Western Xuan Army can't enter at all...... How can a small one have the qualifications to let people enter the elite troops of the Western Xuan Army. Liu Tou'er bent down to Bufang with a frightened face and said.

He was really scared, the little white face in front of him was a very powerful existence, and the coercion, he was terrified when he thought about it now.

"The third army of the Western Xuan Army, didn't you say that there is only one army in the Western Xuan City?" Bu Fang looked at Liu Tou'er with some confusion and said.

"There is only one Western Xuan Army, but the Western Xuan Army is also divided into three branches, the first army is the elite unit of the Western Xuan Army, and the second army is the main force...... The third army is small, and the army is ......," Liu Tou'er said, and his face was a little embarrassed.

Bu Fang raised his eyebrows, and he already knew in his heart that this third army was probably the worst of the three armies of the Western Xuan Army.

However, Bu Fang has no regrets about this, his goal is just to enter the army, practice cooking, complete system tasks, and get rewards.

As for which army it is, in fact, Bufang doesn't care.

"Senior, although the little one is from the Third Army of the Western Xuan Army, but ...... After all, he is also a soldier of the Western Xuan Army, a strong man like you...... If you want to join the army, why do you have to go through the back door secretly? You go directly to our general...... Isn't it good?" Liu Tou'er looked at the slender figure of Bu Fang, and couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.

With such a powerful existence, if you go directly to General Kong Xuan, you will definitely be able to have a better location arrangement, and most importantly, ...... This girl actually designated to join the Fire Head Army, that's where the cook stays, what are you doing there?

Bu Fang took the token in Liu Tou'er's hand, glanced at him lightly, and said: "Don't worry, I don't have any malicious intentions, I'm just a chef who has come to practice, in order to experience the feeling of a marching cook, if I really just want to join the army to serve the empire, then I just look for the emperor directly?"

"I just don't want to make a noise, after the experience, after feeling the experience of the marching cook, I will leave after honing my cooking skills, and I will not do anything to endanger the Xixuan Army. ”

After Bu Fang finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to Liu Tou'er, who was standing in a daze, and walked directly into the distance, which was the Huotou Army collection point of the Third Army where Liu Tou'er was.

Looking at Bu Fang's back, the muscles on Liu Tou'er's face couldn't help twitching, and after hesitating for a while, he turned around and walked towards the position of the general of the Third Army.

Although I don't know how strong Bu Fang's cultivation is, this kind of strong person joins the army...... still has to report, after all, he is still a soldier of the Xixuan Army.

However, to Liu Tou'er's surprise, the commander of the Third Army did not care much about this matter, although Liu Tou'er had described Bu Fang as very powerful, but this commander only showed regret.

"According to your description, that young man may be a fourth-grade war spirit, and it is not easy for a four-grade war spirit to deal with you guys who are not trained diligently, but it is indeed a pity that a fourth-grade war spirit went to the Huotou Army to be a cook, Liu Tou'er, you can send someone to keep an eye on him. ”

"In a few days, our Third Army will follow General Kong out of the city to fight, you remember to let your men adjust their condition, and ask the men to prepare a delicious meal!"

The commander of the Third Army of the Western Xuan Army, Zhu Yue said this, and after speaking, he drove Liu Tou'er away.

Liu Tou'er's face was suddenly full of confusion, what kind of four-grade war spirit...... The coercion of the little white face, the combat power...... Isn't it better than a four-grade war spirit at all?

Liu Tou'er's face was flushed, he didn't expect his report to be ignored like this.

......

"You're going to join the Gunhead of our Third Army?"

An old man took the token in Bu Fang's hand, glanced at it, and then stared at Bu Fang with a little suspicion.

Don't look at the Huotou army is the cook of the army, but the degree of hard work is much more than ordinary soldiers, when marching, basically people carry a big iron pot on their backs, with kitchen utensils, escorting grain and grass baggage, sometimes encounter the enemy army who robs grain and grass or burns grain and grass, but also has to personally handle the knife into battle.

So very few people join the army in order to join the firehead army.

Besides, it's still a step like this...... A young man, who looks white and tender, is the little brother of a rich family.

However, Bu Fang nodded seriously, this old man was also helpless, because the token was real, and although he said that he wondered why Bu Fang wanted to join the Fire Head Army, he did not reject it, after all, ...... The number of the Firehead Army has always been quite scarce, especially the Firehead Army of the Third Army.

Bu Fang followed the old man to the barracks, which was not very large, and it was a little dilapidated and cramped compared to the camps of the other armies he had seen before.

"Dangdang Dang!!"

As soon as the old man entered the camp, he picked up a large iron pot and knocked it on the iron pot with a spoon.

Soon, out of the barracks came a group of soldiers dressed in sackcloth uniforms and wearing aprons, some of whom were very young, some of whom were very old, but very few of them were young and strong.

Bu Fang roughly estimated that the number of people in this firehead army may be in the hundreds, but it is normal, after all, it is necessary to maintain an army of thousands or even tens of thousands of people.

"Lao Zhang, what are you knocking again? What's the matter to say directly? Knocking on the pot every day, sooner or later your pot will be broken!"

A loud voice rang out from the camp, and several figures stepped out.

"Hey, Captain, isn't there a new person joining?

The middle-aged man, who was a little older, squinted, and his eyes fell on Bu Fang behind Lao Zhang, his eyebrows raised, and he was a little surprised in his heart.

"Are you a newcomer to join our Firehead Army? Do you know the rules of our Firehead Army?" the middle-aged man pulled his mouth and looked up and down.

The people around him suddenly looked at Bufang for a long time, and their smiles were quite playful.

Bu Fang looked at the middle-aged man lightly and shook his head.

"The rule is to show us both hands first, if the craft is passed, then Lao Tzu will assign you an iron pot and let you be responsible for cooking, if not...... Tsk, let's go and chop firewood for a few months!" The middle-aged man squinted, then stretched out his tongue and licked his mouth, and said.

Li Hongtian said

The fungus went home today, caught up with the Spring Festival, just got home, and there is an update in the evening.