Zhang Zijian looked up in surprise, only to see a fist as white as jade, smashing heavily on his cheek like a meteor.

Dragon Snake!

Oven!

Jiangshan Sheji!

This punch may seem ordinary, but it contains countless changes.

There is a heaviness in it that ordinary people can't imagine.

Rumble!

Zhang Zijian's eyes couldn't help shrinking, his body fell down, his feet were like nails stuck in the soil, the strength of his whole body was transmitted through his spine, and his palms were reversed to support him, forming a tota trend.

Burst!

Zhang Zijian's palm was propped up, and it slammed into the fist heavily, making a sound that seemed to be very small and thin.

Even the soldiers who approached heard only a muffled sound like a firecracker.

The sound was very small, even a little inaudible.

However, Zhang Zijian's face was surprisingly solemn. There is even some fear of twisting.

Because he knew that the voice was low, not because it was too small, but because it was extremely loud.

This strange phenomenon will appear.

As Lao Tzu said in the Tao Te Ching, the elephant is invisible, and the sound is like Xi...

"Not good!"

Listening to the sound that seemed to be a low firecracker, Zhang Zijian's eyes subconsciously looked around, and his face suddenly became frightened.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

It wasn't a loud voice, but it was staggeringly destructive.

The big tent made of cowhide seemed to have suffered a twelve-level storm and was blown away in an instant.

Around Zhang Zijian, the figures of the soldiers closest to the blasting point suddenly froze, as if they had suffered some unimaginable impact, and blood oozed from their eyes, nostrils, and ears.

"This!"

Fan Gou'er and the others looked at them in surprise, one by one the soldiers were like porcelain, and small cracks appeared all over their bodies, and a trace of blood kept splashing around under the impetus of blood pressure.

Some of the skulls even burst directly, revealing white brains.

"Horror!"

Seeing that miserable appearance, even people like Fan Gou'er and Liu Hong who crawled out of the pile of corpses felt a burst of palpitations.

What a powerful force!

Is this the power of a martial arts master?

"Martial Arts Grandmaster!"

"I didn't expect that everyone in the world has been deceived by you... ”

"Situ Xing, don't you only have one year of life, how can you become a martial arts master?"

Feeling the powerful power in the palms of his hands, and the sound waves that spread out between their fists and palms, Zhang Zijian's eyes kept shrinking, and he asked in disbelief.

"How is this possible?"

"In this world, nothing is impossible!"

"Heavenly Punishment Knife Method!"

Situ Xing did not answer Zhang Zijian's question directly, and the long knife in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath and turned into a frost.

"Humph!"

Zhang Zijian did not show weakness, and the treasure knife in his hand flashed like a shock.

Click!

Click!

Click!

The two knives kept colliding in the air, and a little spark flew around.

A little bit of cold, white sword qi like frost raged all around.

The sturdy camp collapsed, the wood on the tall arrow tower was cut off, revealing white stubble, and even more unlucky soldiers were swept by the sword qi and directly cut into two pieces.

As long as the place where the sword qi passed, it instantly turned into a mess.

Zhang Zijian looked at it with some distress, because it was in his relationship with the Chinese army, and most of the losses were the soldiers of the Zhang family.

At the same time, I secretly regretted in my heart, I knew that this was the case, I might as well kill the enemy army directly!

You must know that although there are many armors to guard, for them as martial arts masters, no amount of armor can stop them.

But now, it's too late to think about anything!

Punishment is not an easy task.

His knife skills are sharp, and it contains some elusive artistic conceptions.

Even he had to be careful.

"Shake the mountain!"

"It's hard to shake the Zhang family!"

Zhang Zijian waved the long knife in his hand, and his whole body was full of momentum.

His sword skills and battlefield martial arts are open and closed, and more importantly, his sword intent is completely different from everyone else.

His sword intent was taken from Zhang Jiajun's undefeated belief.

Zhang Jiajun is a rare elite in Beijun, and has not been defeated for decades.

It is this belief that makes Zhang Zijian's knife skills sharper and sharper.

。。。。

Click!

Click!

Click!

Thunder exploded, and the rain grew heavier.

Situ stood solemnly in the rain, letting the icy rain soak his clothes.

"Your Excellency!"

Fan Gou'er walked over with a white paper umbrella, wanting to shelter Situ from the wind and rain.

However, Situ refused him.

He stood straight and motionless in the wind and rain.

"Your Excellency!"

"The brothers who died in the war have been buried... ”

"You don't have to blame yourself too much!"

"Annihilating 8,000 well-equipped soldiers and horses with 5,000 is already a very remarkable achievement!"

Because of the cold wind, Yang Shou's face looked a little blue. But he didn't have an umbrella, so he stood upright in the rain curtain like Situ Xing, letting the rain wash away the blood on his body.

"This official will take them out of Zhibei County!"

"I didn't expect that before I even walked to Beijun, there were already so many children who were completely sleeping here!"

"You let the official go back and explain to their parents and their wives!"

I don't know how long it took, but Situ Xing, who had been standing there like a stone carving and wood sculpture, said in a hoarse voice.

"Your Excellency!"

"It's no wonder you... ”

"You've done your best!"

"I don't think those brothers who died in battle will blame you... ”

As if empathizing, Xue Li's eyes kept shrinking, but he still tried his best to comfort him.

"Yes!"

"Your Excellency!"

"If it weren't for you to behead that Zhang Zijian with a knife!"

"And if the banner is cut down, the casualties of the brothers will only be greater!"

"Your Excellency, you've really done your best!"

Li Ling also stepped forward to comfort him.

"Your Excellency, you've done your best!"

Because Xia Haibo was the first soldier and did not wear armor, he had a lot of bandages on his body, and in the rain, a trace of red was faintly visible.

However, he did not follow the advice of the military doctor to return to the tent to recuperate, or with an umbrella on his head.

He, like Situ Xing and the others, stood in front of the tall mound with a grim face, and this mound buried nearly a thousand of their brothers.

This also means that at least 1,000 families in Zhibei County have lost their sons and daughters. At least a thousand women have lost their husbands.

"Your Excellency, you've done your best!"

"Your Excellency, you've done your best!"

As if infected by some kind of emotion, the rest of the soldiers raised their heads one by one, looked at Situ Xing with blazing eyes, and said with a serious face.

However, Situ's sentence did not raise its head.

Because there are too many soldiers who died on the battlefield this time...

Situ is really unimaginable, when the army returns, what will Zhibei County look like?

I'm afraid it must be a white house, and everyone is crying.

"Everyone!"

"I know that the sons of Beixian can't die in vain!"

"Although there is no way to transport their bodies back to Zhibei today. But you can't let them be the unknown. ”

"The official has decided!"

Situ Xing's eyes kept flickering, and after a long while, he seemed to have made some kind of determination, looked around, and saw that everyone's eyes fell on him, and then he announced solemnly and solemnly.

"This official wants to make them all military masters!"

"Let them live forever in the banner!"

"The military flag will not fall, and the heroic soul will not be extinguished!"

Hearing Situ Xing's words, whether it was Xue Li, Yang Shou, or Xia Haibo, they all subconsciously raised their heads, and their eyes, which were originally a little sad and empty, returned to light again.

"The flag does not fall!"

"The Heroic Soul is immortal!"

Although these eight words are simple, they feel a kind of power that they have never felt before.

"The flag does not fall!"

"The Heroic Soul is immortal!"

"The flag does not fall!"

"The Heroic Soul is immortal!"

The soldiers with grief-stricken faces and hollow eyes suddenly raised their heads and made a sound like a landslide and a sea cracking.

The gloomy and mournful atmosphere was shattered by their roars.

"In the name of the county lord of Zhibei County, this official has enshrined the heroic souls who died in battle as the military masters!"

"Enjoy the national sacrifice, the people's sacrifice, as long as the battle flag does not fall, the heroic soul will not be destroyed!"

Situ Xing held a large seal symbolizing the rights of Zhibei County, with a solemn face, and sealed it word by word.

As his voice landed, the red dragon qi in the air suddenly tumbled, and a red light that was invisible to ordinary people fell from the sky, enveloping the entire mound.

One by one, the military spirits that looked surprisingly miserable were covered with blood, or their heads were separated, or their bodies were pierced by long knives, and they recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye in this red light.

The severed limbs regrow, and the broken heads are restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the shattered armor on their bodies was shining again.

The most important thing is that the eyes of these military souls are a little less sluggish and a little more aura.

When they saw Situ Xing, whose body was upright and standing like a green pine, the light in their eyes kept flickering, as if they had re-remembered something.

"Meet the county lord!"

"Meet the county lord!"

"Meet the county lord!"

One, two, three, more and more heroic souls knelt on the ground, and knelt down to thank Situ with a touched face.

Seeing Situ Xing, he couldn't help but be moved, and his eyes revealed an indescribable touch.

That's it!

The blazing sun peeked out from behind the dark clouds, and a golden pillar of light suddenly fell from the sky. Landing on top of a tall mound.

Everyone seemed to vaguely see the soldiers who died in battle, flying up with a smile on their faces.

The originally thin flag instantly became solemn and heavy.

It seems that it is no longer an ordinary banner, but a spiritual inheritance, but an undefeated heroic soul.

Whether it was Situ Xing, Yang Shou and others, the eyes that looked at the military flag were full of an indescribable solemnity and solemnity.

"People are in the flag!"

"People are in the flag!"

"People don't die, and the military flag doesn't fall!"

The soldiers had solemn faces, their eyes revealing solemnity, looking at the military flags in the air that seemed to be surprisingly heavy, and swore very solemnly.