And now, after seeing those elite soldiers in the barracks, He Lin's previous opinion has changed a little, but he still wonders, why would this guy require that even those patrols and miscellaneous servants under his command be equipped with weapons?

"General Ben happened to bring a few of his subordinates today, when the time comes, let them try those miscellaneous servants in your room to see if they are qualified to match weapons." The corners of Badhe's mouth curved into an arc, and behind him, several pro-soldiers with indifferent expressions, but with a fierce aura, seemed to straighten their backs at this moment.

"Okay, since General Ba has such an interest, how can the subordinate not accompany him." Liang Pengfei glanced at the pro-soldiers, grinned slightly, and said to Wu Liang beside him: "Go to the gang room and call a few miscellaneous servants." ”

"No, let's just go over." He Lin raised his hand and waved, and a military general followed Liang Pengfei towards the barracks with a curious expression. To be honest, He Lin didn't believe that the guys in Liang Pengfei's room would be able to clean up the pro-soldiers behind Badhe, so he decided to go and have a look first.

It was very clean and tidy, and there were two handymen chopping wood, and their upper robes had long been taken off, revealing a body of stiff muscles, sweat was sliding down their oily and shiny skin, and the axe blades shining with cold light at the handle of the axe were dazzling.

As they moved, the muscles of their upper bodies were like a group of game-chasing small animals, sliding under their skins, and the generals who stepped into the barn of the house couldn't help but be stunned. Even the pro-soldiers behind Nabadhe couldn't help but shrink their pupils and their hearts sank.

The one at the front was the first to see someone coming in, but when he saw so many brocade-robed generals, he couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, and hurriedly tossed the axe in his hand seemingly casually, but the blade of the axe was accurately slashed diagonally on an upright log, and the tail of the axe was tilted towards the sky, without trembling at all, but it made the hearts of the soldiers behind Badhe tremble slightly.

The wood-chopping man pulled his companions around him, and the two of them hurriedly saluted these high-ranking bigwigs with some incoherent words. "The little ones have seen the young master, and I've seen many adults."

He Lin couldn't help but be a little amused when he heard this, but he was more curious, he never thought that there were such strong men in the room who were chopping wood, just the heavy axe in their hands, at least I am afraid that it weighs nearly ten catties, such a swing, let alone a person, even if it is even a helmet and armor, it has to be cut in two.

"You're guys here, what's your name?" He Lin stepped forward and tried to make her tone as gentle as possible, for fear of scaring the two guys who looked a little confused at this time.

"Yes, my lord, the little one is called Li Xiaoshuang, this is my brother, my name is Li Dashuang, and our brothers are the men of this barracks." The one at the head smiled innocently, and reached out to scratch his head, his shiny skin reflecting the brilliance in the sun. "Our young master said that our brothers have a lot of strength, so let us chop firewood in the room."

Hearing such an honest answer, not to mention He Lin, even those generals who came with him couldn't help laughing, Zhao Chenglan also showed a rare smile at the corner of his mouth, however, his gaze seemed to sweep over Liang Pengfei casually, when he saw Liang Pengfei's eyes, he seemed to be relieved in his heart, but he was still nervous, he didn't think that with two strong men with empty brute strength, he could clean up the soldiers behind Badhe.

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He Lin turned his head, and his calm eyes looked at Badhe, who still looked very disdainful, and then fell on Liang Pengfei's face.

"Li Dashuang!" Liang Pengfei looked at the man behind the man who answered, and Li Dashuang, who looked similar to the one in front of him, but looked more wooden.

"The little ones are here!" The voice was extremely dull, and his face looked extraordinarily honest and sincere, and his honest face showed a hint of respect.

"There is a general here who thinks you are not qualified to hold a knife, so I want to try you two wood-chopping handymen, you come!" Liang Pengfei put his hands behind his back and smiled faintly.

Hearing this, Li Dashuang's eyes narrowed suddenly, and there seemed to be a trace of astonishment on his originally honest smile, but he quickly regained his calm, and in those squinted eyes, people could feel that there seemed to be a surge of ice in the pupils hidden behind the eyelids swimming in his gaze. "Little obedience! However, the small ones don't have knives. Li Dashuang rubbed his hands a little helplessly, and then saw something next to him, his eyes lit up, he strode forward, stepped on a sturdy horizontal log with his foot, and lifted the guillotine for cutting hay with ease.

"My lord, is this knife okay?" Li Dashuang casually waved the guillotine, which was not a few catties lighter than his axe, and asked respectfully towards Liang Pengfei. The exaggerated blade, the guillotine that is as heavy as a two-handed weapon is like pinching a bean sprout in his hand, this Li Dashuang and Li Xiaoshuang's original names are only Li Da and Li Er, they are twin brothers, and they are also ruthless people in the old Liang family, and the best weapon is not a war knife, nor a musket, but an axe.

And after Liang Pengfei transferred the two brothers from King Crab Island, he felt that the names of these two murderers were too ordinary, so he renamed the two brothers very funny, so the eldest was called Li Dashuang, and the second brother was called Li Xiaoshuang, and it happened that it was their brother's turn to serve as a miscellaneous servant this month, so Liang Pengfei was not worried that the two brothers would embarrass him, the only thing he was worried about was whether the two brothers, who seemed to be honest, solid-hearted, vicious, ruthless, crazy, and merciless, would directly slaughter Badhe's personal soldiers.

"I said." Liang Pengfei's eyes rolled, but he didn't dare to show it too much, so he had to say dryly: "Don't mess with me, it's just a discussion." Liang Pengfei glared at this guy viciously and said.

"Okay young master." Li Dashuang smiled, honest and down-to-earth, but his squinted eyes revealed the bloodiness and cruelty of a peasant killing pigs.

Although Badhe was arrogant, he was not a fool, although he didn't know Li Dashuang's bottom, but he felt a trace of danger in his eyes, thought about it, turned his head, and looked at the strongest and burliest soldier behind him, Battle.

"Battle, you come to play with this guy of General Liang, remember, don't embarrass the general soldier." Badh bit his cheekbone and threw a look at Battle.

With a typical Mongolian face, the burly strong man nodded, choked, and pulled out the scimitar at his waist that was a little too bent, this kind of weapon is naturally familiar to them Mongolians since childhood, just like a scimitar of their body.

The shiny meniscus blade, piercing in the sunlight, and after Battle stepped forward, everyone automatically and consciously stepped back, leaving enough space for the two of them.

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"Kill!" Battle roared wildly, the scimitar in his hand quickly turned into a streamer, under the bright sun, it looked extremely dazzling, no hand, let alone strength, the grassland hero Battle He felt that it was an insult to let this kind of brute force, a woodcutter as his opponent, even if Badhe did not give him a hint, he would cut down mercilessly, vowing to cut this miscellaneous servant into two pieces, so that the people present could understand what a warrior was.

Almost at the same time, Li Dashuang's narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and the black pupils were reflecting the streamer, which was amazingly bright, he roared wildly, and his arms grasped the exaggerated guillotine, and swept it away from the bottom to the top, the dark halo and the streamer collided in mid-air, and a crisp explosion sounded that shook the eardrums of everyone around.

Just after that collision without the slightest fancy, the two separated abruptly, and Li Dashuang's eyes widened, not leaving Battle's right hand at all, and an obvious gap appeared in the heavy guillotine in his hand.

Battle's breathing seemed a little short, his right hand holding the scimitar trembled slightly, the knife just now was actually broken by this damn guy from the bottom up, which made Battle embarrassed and angry, and a gap the size of a grain of rice also appeared on his treasure knife, and the whole arm of his right hand had a faint tingling feeling, which made him even more surprised by the strange strength of the man in front of him, who was half a head shorter than himself, but was as strong as a bull.

Li Dashuang took a deep breath, "Kill!" Kill! Kill!!! The first sound, he held the guillotine tightly with both hands and took the first step, the second sound, he suddenly crooked like a drunken lazy man, and then his body spun, and when the third killing word came out, the guillotine in his hand was mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, and instantly turned into a dark halo, like the dark clouds in the sky, which could not be pressed down and sunk.

Three kills, turning into a sky-high killing intent, Li Dashuang is like a mad demon, making people rise up with a desperate force, the tragic black light. All the generals present couldn't help but shudder, and they had already put aside the identity of Li Dashuang's partner, their eyes widened, and they looked at Li Dashuang with a shocked expression, thinking in their hearts that they would have a few chances of winning if they blocked a knife.

"Silly B, if it was Lao Tzu, I wouldn't dare to wait for Li Da Madman to fill up his momentum." Monk Chen, who claimed to be the No. 1 hand-to-hand combat master of the new generation of the old Liang family, shook his head slightly, and looked at the back of Nabatel full of pity, as if he was looking at an animal that was about to die.

The wind pressure brought by the guillotine alone made Nabatel feel that his breath was almost crushed by the wind pressure in an instant, and the black light was like a condensed dark cloud, and even the fierce sun in the sky was about to swallow up.

(To be continued)