Leader Dijon slammed the school building into a shaky one charge, and a battle axe conjured up a huge axe shadow slash that nearly split the school building in half.

The most elite warriors of the tribe who followed the leader of Dijon to attack were not interested in fighting in the streets with these Liangzhou people, so they directly demolished the house.

School buildings are just ordinary buildings, how can they withstand violent demolition?

The ranged exporter hiding upstairs couldn't stabilize the attack, and suddenly couldn't suppress the barbarian's attack.

Guan Yuan ordered: "After the battalion headquarters is broken, the others retreat. ”

"Camp Commander Guan, leave it to me." Meng Guangyuan raised his arm, and a fist-sized spirit stone in his hand shone brightly, gradually softened, and was pinched into a long strip in his hand, with a sharp end pinched.

When the leader of Dijon swung his axe and slashed again, the spirit stone arrow shot out, breaking through its protective force field and piercing his chest, disappearing.

"Huh~" The leader of Di Rong screamed miserably, cracks appeared on his body, and his eyes, ears, mouth and nose projected the same white light as the spirit stone.

"Quick, Gathering Fire Leader!" Guan Yuan picked up the modified Gatling and sprayed hundreds of bullets.

The spirit stone energy raged in the body of the leader of Dijon, the protective force field failed, and the bullets clanged, quickly tearing the armor on his body.

Di Rong's elite hurriedly stepped forward to cover. A few men helped the leader block the bullets, while others carried him to the rear. The other brutes were immediately at a loss.

"Damn, it's pretty fast." Guan Yuan took back the Gatling hatefully, blew a puff of gunsmoke, and turned his head to see that Meng Guangyuan was holding his right arm that threw the spirit stone arrow in pain.

Cracks of white light also appeared on his arms. An attack that can hit the leader of Dijon with a single blow is also not insignificant.

Guan Yuan helped Meng Guangyuan up, turned his head and scolded: "What are you doing in a daze? After the battalion headquarters was broken, the others retreated. Didn't you hear that? ”

The Dijon are outnumbered, and even if they repel their leader, they will still make a comeback. The goal of stopping the enemy has been achieved, and when will it not be withdrawn at this time?

"Ding Guangyao, you take a few classmates with strong mobility to stay behind the broken queen together. Just stall for time, don't fight to the death. Meng Guangyuan commanded.

"Yes, Headmaster."

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With superior forces, Dijon surrounded most of the people of Songhe County in a few streets in the center of the county.

However, after all, they are not iron-clad, and the long-distance run and the night of chaotic fighting have long been unsustainable. Tentatively launched two attacks, and when he found that the defense was very tough, he withdrew his troops and rested, and reorganized his team by the way.

Attacking in a mess like last night and hitting a tight defense is a giveaway.

Both sides took a breather and prepared for the next fight.

At the stake of life and death, all the men were drawn out to fortify the fortifications, repair the weapons, and be ready to fight. While the women and children were busy preparing the logistics.

As soon as the county magistrate of Songhe arranged the personnel, he quietly pulled Guan Yuan and said, "You tell me honestly, how long it will take for reinforcements to arrive." ”

"It's coming."

"How long has it been?"

"Let's get through tonight."

Guan Yuan refused to say, and the county magistrate naturally understood what he meant.

Songhe County belongs to Suzhou City, and has contact with the three major forces of the Demon Clan, the Orcs and Dirong, and from the beginning of the apocalypse to the present, there have been no days of peace. There are many garrisons in the city, but the number of troops that can be mobile is limited.

This place is too poor, with a population of more than 100,000 to maintain more than 30,000 troops, and without the blood transfusion of the Liangzhou Legion, life will not be able to continue. If it weren't for the westward expansion strategy, the Liangzhou Army would have wanted to give up this ghost place.

Suzhou City has only a cavalry force of 5,000 people that can move quickly, while Songhe County is in a mountainous area, and the terrain is not suitable, so the cavalry of 5,000 people may not be able to break the siege.

And it takes at least two or three days for the infantry to run on two legs.

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the Dijon barbarians began to assemble. Nearly 10,000 troops were deployed in all directions, obviously to settle the people of Songhe County.

Before the attack, some of the prisoners were taken out. The raid in the early hours of the morning caused a great deal of chaos, and not everyone was able to run to the county center. Some ran out and left Songhe County, while others did not run away and were arrested by Dijon.

The strangely decorated shaman dances an unknown dance, and then uses Dijon's evil spell to kill the captives one by one.

Dijon did this not only to sacrifice for the blessing of strength, but also to demoralize his enemies.

Guan Yuan, Meng Guangyuan and others were stunned by the fortifications not far away, but there was nothing they could do. Ding Guangyao wanted to sneak out, but Meng Guangyuan called him back.

"I'm going to kill all these beasts."

Meng Guangyuan asked, "If you can kill them all, why did you withdraw last night?" After a pause, he then asked, "How do you feel right now?" ”

Ding Guangyao said: "Angry and aggrieved. ”

"Do you feel the same way?"

The teenagers around them all clenched their fists and nodded repeatedly, they were at the age when their blood was boiling, and they were the most easily excited. On the contrary, people like Guan Yuan, who are old fighters, don't have many ideas.

Meng Guangyuan said: "Then, turn this anger and grievance into strength, and use the heroic qi I taught you!" ”

This is the Qi cultivation method he has studied during this time, and it has been taught to all the students. Of course, some people have good understanding and learn quickly; Some people have poor understanding and are slow learners. Through continuous improvement of cultivation methods and teaching methods, more than 500 students and more than 10 teachers in the school have learned more or less.

Post-apocalyptic psionic levels skyrocket, but only a few people can advance, and each has its own opportunities. No matter how powerful Xiang Ningxuan is, there is no way to teach an apprentice with thirty percent of his strength, unless that person is already strong.

And the Haoran Qi developed by Meng Guangyuan, adhering to the Confucian idea of education and classlessness, can be cultivated by the whole people. If it can be refined and promoted, its significance is no less than universal education for all.

Meng Guangyuan himself didn't realize how good he was. Watching Di Rong slaughter innocent people, he also had nowhere to vent his anger in his heart, so he tried to use Haoran Qi's qi induction method to guide it.

Between one exhale and one inhalation, the breath rises, corresponding to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Di Rong's actions were already against heaven and harmony, and as soon as he was guided by Meng Guangyuan, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly became active, instantly cutting off the connection with the blood god.

The shaman in charge of the sacrifice was stunned and did not understand why the sacrifice had failed, so he killed one man again without believing in evil and launched the sacrifice with blood. And this time, it was not the evil god who responded to him, but the heaven and earth thunder.

"Boom!" The shaman was scorched by the thunder.

Guan Yuan and the others looked at Meng Guangyuan with a look of astonishment, they didn't understand what was going on, they just thought that he had summoned the thunder to bombard the shaman, and they immediately admired the five-body throwing to the ground.

"Comrades, the enemy is cruel and tyrannical, and surrender will also become a sacrifice. But we are not fish belly to be slaughtered, as long as we have firm faith and unity, our flesh and blood will also turn into an immortal Great Wall. Fight against the water, stick to the end! ”

"Fight against the odds, stick to the end!" The defenders responded in parts, and their morale was greatly boosted.

On the other side, the Barbarians looked at each other, not understanding what was going on. Not only did the sacrifice fail here, but the sacrifice could not be offered in several other directions as well.

Several tribal leaders gathered together to deliberate, and decided to use Dijon's old method - recklessness!

didn't say anything, just relied on the number of people to go over directly.

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