What did Wei Jiuxun see?

A person, standing in place, grasping his halberd with one hand, his slightly slender palm couldn't even hold the thick iron rod, and his thin figure seemed to be able to be crushed by the thick Fang Tian painting halberd at any time.

But it was such a thin figure, miraculously caught the blow of one thousand and five catties, and it didn't seem to take much effort, and even seemed to be at ease.

Tang Jin slowly raised his head and looked at Wei Jiuxun with a wicked smile, "It's my turn!" ”

Rumble!

The next moment, his right hand tightened, and he grabbed the iron rod tightly, and the solid iron rod was forced out of a handprint. The arm was slowly raised, and the iron rod that was grasped by Wei Jiuxun in his hand slowly rose.

Feeling the long halberd in his hand, Wei Jiuxun instinctively wanted to suppress it, but the next moment he was surprised to find that the power coming from the halberd rod was amazing, even if he used all his strength, even if he added true qi, he couldn't shake it in the slightest.

Seeing that he was about to be provoked by Tang Jin with a halberd, Wei Jiuxun decisively gave up the halberd in his hand, withdrew and retreated, and looked at Tang Jin with a nervous face.

Tang Jin raised his eyebrows, looked at the halberd in his hand, then looked at Wei Jiuxun, and sneered, "Heh, what?" Finally willing to give up your big baby? ”

Saying that, Tang Jin didn't care at all about the halberd that he had finally snatched, and threw it aside.

With a movement of his wrist, Tang Jin showed an evil smile at Wei Jiuxun, "Hehe, get ready...... Did you let the master out of his anger? ”

The next moment, Tang Jin slammed on the ground and slammed into Wei Jiuxun with a punch. Tang Jin has always relied on assassination and swordsmanship to kill the enemy, and rarely has a hard time with people, but perhaps because of this, everyone subconsciously forgot that he was an individual martial artist, and forgot how strong his own strength was.

Rumble!

A punch, carrying the power of Wan Jun, slammed into Wei Jiuxun's chest fiercely, and the heavy armor instantly dented. Wei Jiuxun's face turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly.

"This ...... It can't be ......"

Feeling the injuries in his body, Wei Jiuxun looked at Tang Jin in disbelief. One punch! With just one punch, not only did he break his armor, but the terrifying power even shattered his internal organs after cutting through the layers of armor!

Wei Jiuxun didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly withdrew and retreated, but this time, Tang Jin didn't give him another chance. He took one step back, and Tang Jin followed two steps!

Another punch hit him in the chest, and then his left hand slammed the opponent's arm, and threw it out, Tang Jin followed closely, stepped on the opponent's chest, and looked at him with an evil smile.

"Hey......

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

A series of crackling sounds rang out in the silent wilderness.

slice

After the moment, Tang Jin stood up with a comfortable face, and while moving his wrist, he walked forward, behind him was Wei Jiuxun, who was lying on his back, and his originally handsome face directly became a congested pig's head.

After defeating Wei Jiuxun, Tang Jin did not delay much and ran towards the Beijing camp with all his might. Fortunately, it's not far from Jingying here, otherwise he would have to beat that guy again, and kill my horse in a good manner.

Listening to Tang Jin's footsteps gradually moving away, Wei Jiuxun, who was lying on his back, slowly shrank into a ball, and for the first time he felt that the night in the capital was so cold.

"What's not good at frontal combat...... It's all a lie......"

If God could give him a chance to do it all over again, he would definitely ...... Kill the one who gave him the information! This Nima fights like a violent bear, and you tell me that he is not good at frontal combat! He is not good at this, isn't Lao Tzu a cripple!

didn't know that he almost beat Wei Jiuxun's child to autistic Tang Jin, who was completely unhappy, rushed to the Beijing camp with full force.

As soon as Fang arrived at the door, Tang Jin felt that the entire Beijing camp was different from other troops. The soldiers in the Beijing camp are all martial artists, and even the realm is not low, at least it must be an ordinary realm. And now when these soldiers are sleeping, the sound of their breathing is surprisingly synchronized, as if the entire Beijing camp has become one, incarnated into a giant dragon crawling on the ground, and once it wakes up, it will be earth-shattering!

"It is worthy of being the most elite unit of Datang."

While admiring, Tang Jin walked towards the guards at the door. Without waiting for the other party to ask, he directly took out the tiger talisman.

"Tang Jin, the young secretary of Dali Temple, is here to transfer troops with a tiger talisman! The Beijing camp will be opened immediately, and I will crusade against the traitors! ”

When the guard saw the tiger talisman in Tang Jin's hand, he did not suspect him, and immediately sent one person to report, while the other ran up to the high platform and beat the war drums.

Knock knock!

The drums of war thundered.

The next moment, the breath that had just been connected suddenly stagnated, and then an astonishing momentum rose up, as if a sleeping dragon had opened its eyes.

A soldier in the drum quickly put on their uniforms, took their weapons, and rushed to the school as fast as possible, without anyone to organize, automatically standing in a neat phalanx, no one made a mistake in the whole process, everyone was like a machine, so precise that there would be no mistakes.

"The last general, Zhao Meng, greets Lord Shaoqing!"

Not long after, a strong man in armor came to Tang Jin, it was Zhao Meng, the marshal of the Beijing camp.

Tang Jin nodded, didn't say anything, just handed over the tiger talisman in his hand. Zhao Meng respectfully took it, checked it with the half of the tiger talisman in his hand, and handed the two to Tang Jin after confirming that it was correct.

The tiger talisman of the Beijing camp is both a tiger talisman and a handsome seal, and only the combination of the two can mobilize the army and command the battle. If not

Tiger Fu, even if the emperor comes, he will not want to mobilize the Beijing camp at all.

"Immediately go out to fight the thief!"

Tang Jin waved his hand and gave the first order.

"Yes!"

Zhao Meng did not doubt that he had him, and immediately shouted, and issued Tang Jin's orders through the commanders and centurions, and finally the entire army rushed out in a neat manner, and the war horses also walked out in a row as if they were spiritual.

This is Jingying, a team that can be called the top of Datang in terms of discipline and strength. Moreover, unlike other armies who had to prepare grain and grass and make a pre-war plan before setting off, the soldiers of the Beijing camp were not allowed to use military rations in any county in the Tang Dynasty unless they went abroad to fight, and they were not allowed to use it even during the famine years.

As for the pre-war plans...... No, you don't! In total, there are only 1,000 people in the Beijing camp, where you can come, you can go anywhere, and its strong strength ensures that you can achieve good results whether it is a frontal tough or a surprise attack in the back. Unless the commander is a complete idiot, the Kyoying will surely return triumphantly as long as he attacks. This is also the reason why Tang Jin dared to rely on this Beijing camp of only 1,000 people to break into the National Pillar Alliance to save Tang Xu.

It is true that those national pillars have dozens of troops in their hands, and there are hundreds of nearly a hundred pseudo-grandmasters. Theoretically, if you want to deal with such an enemy, you have to have an army of nearly a million, or a grandmaster of nearly a thousand. The former is easy to say, but the latter, even if the entire continent is hollowed out, I am afraid it will not be able to make up.

But Jingying is an exception. The number of people is small, but the quality is high enough, coupled with Tang Jin's amazing military methods, it is impossible to slaughter the rebels, but it is still no problem to simply rescue Tang Xu.

"Lao Xu, hold on a little longer, buddy is here to save you!"

As the Beijing camp gradually moved away, Tang Jin, who was riding on horseback, looked ahead, and then turned his head to look in the direction of the capital. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull a wry smile.

"Next time I come back, I'm afraid that time will be asked."

said this, but there was no regret in Tang Jin's eyes. It's like what his father said, although the throne is good, but he sits on it alone, and there are no two people to speak, which is really too boring. Whether it is fame or profit in this life, in the final analysis, it is just to make yourself happy, but if the premise of gaining fame and fortune is to lose happiness, then ...... What's the point?

"Tang Xu, you bastard, when the master rescues you, I won't be surnamed Tang if I don't beat you into a pig's head!"

Tang Jin scolded in a low voice, then turned his head and said to Zhao Meng on the side: "Tell me to go down and march quickly!" Target: Winterfell! ”

"Yes! The whole army obeys the order! Aim for Winterfell, march quickly! ”

At the sound of an order, the soldiers of the Beijing camp, who were still walking slowly, instantly ran around, and the speed became faster and faster, even comparable to the speed of ordinary war horses.

(To be continued)