looked at Cheng Niu'er, who bowed his head and no longer spoke.

A hint of pride couldn't help but appear on his face.

It is precisely because of the same root and ancestor and a very good personal relationship that he knows Cheng Niuer better than anyone else.

Cheng Niuer followed Liu Ji, although he had the grace of knowing him, but more of it was the lintel of the light gate.

In Daqian, it is not that people die like lights going out.

When a person dies, he becomes a ghost. Those who are blessed by the family will be led to the blessed land of the family by their ancestors.

The average family blessed land is only the size of a courtyard house.

And if there are officials in the family, or those who are famous, the blessed land of the family will be raised under the urging of the dragon qi, and the area will also increase.

The royal family, the blessed land of the royal family, is thousands of miles, tens of thousands of miles in size, and there are countless palaces and pavilions...

As long as the family incense continues, these people will always survive in the blessed land.

If there is no family, they will change into the yin, or directly become a lonely ghost and a ghost, and eventually the soul will be scattered.

It is precisely for this reason that every child of the family has an almost obsessive sense of belonging to their own family.

Desperately want to prove himself, desperately want to get the favor of the dragon, so as to light the lintel, the glory of the ancestors...

Cheng Niuer is not a saint, so he naturally has this obsession in his heart.

The degree is right to the point, so Cheng Niuer's attitude has also undergone a subtle change, although there is no rebellion, but it is not as hostile as just now...

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

A few sturdy men, dressed in red, with open arms, revealing black chest hair, like butchers' wrestlers, beating the bronze drum vigorously.

A trace of sound waves, invisible to the naked eye, enveloped all the soldiers.

Streams of blood and battle rose from above their heads. Gathered into an existence like a cloud brocade and like a mist, under the influence of the battle qi, the eyes of the soldiers suddenly turned red, and they roared, like hungry wolves to pounce on the black mountain.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Get in!"

"Kill it!"

A huge banner with dragon tattoos was erected.

A few strong guards, with their long knives unsheathed, looked around with cold faces, whether they were intentional or unintentionally close to the banner, they would be reprimanded.

In the midst of the chaos, the banner is the command. The flag is the weather vane.

As long as they see the banner, the soldiers have confidence, because under the banner, it is their generals who are fighting. It's their backbone.

The same goes for it.

If the banner is cut off by the locality, the impact on the morale of the army will be fatal.

It is precisely for this reason that when the two armies are fighting, many people like to take the sword out of the edge and capture the flag!

In order to prevent this from happening, there will be special guards around the flag.

Whether it is their own side or the enemy, as long as someone tries to get close to the banner, they will be killed without hesitation.

The soldiers also knew that they were powerful, so they hurriedly dodged, or lowered the swords in their hands, for fear of being misunderstood by them, and became ghosts under the swords in a daze.

This expedition was personally commanded by Liu Ji. So the banner is a symbol of Liu Ji!

Where Liu Ji is, there must be a big flag flying. The soldiers around will also gather around the banner intentionally or unintentionally to form a guard.

It is for this reason that everyone pays special attention to the movement of the flag.

"Liu Ji is here!"

"He hasn't entered the city yet, though!"

Du and Xue Li stood above the city, looking out with the help of the faint moonlight.

When they saw the banner of the Chinese army, the eyes of the two couldn't help but reveal a trace of excitement that could not be concealed.

Because they know that Liu Ji will definitely be under the banner.

As long as he is shot to death, or the banner is cut off, then the morale of the North County will be severely damaged.

Looking at the big flag in the distance, Xue Li's eyes excitedly took off the bow and arrow from his back.

You must know that Xue Li is not only familiar with military books and battle strategies, but also taught by strangers when he was a child, proficient in fists and feet, weapons, and especially good at bows and arrows!

In his early years, when he followed Situ Xing on the expedition, he once killed the river god with three arrows.

It is precisely because of this credit that he was promoted to a partial general.

After several years of hard work, he has today's status achievements.

Liu Heizi and the others saw Xue Li take off the longbow, and their eyes couldn't help but show a hint of excitement...

You must know that among the generals in Zhibei County, only two are good at shooting.

One is Li Ling, a descendant of the general of the Tiger Shooter, although his archery skills have not reached the realm of shooting stones.

But he is also a good hand in the army, and there are no false examples!

The other one is Xue Li!

Xue Li was taught by Yiren when he was a child, and gave him the Three Treasures.

Bmw!

Halberd!

Bow!

The BMW is a horse with scales all over its body and dragon blood.

The treasure halberd is the Fang Tian painting halberd used by Wenhou Lu Bu back then!

And the origin of this treasure bow is even more extraordinary, it is the legendary heaven-shaking skill, shooting the sun arrow!

It is for this reason that even the gods can be shot down by him.

Crunch!

Crunch!

Crunch!

With a crisp sound like a dragon's groan, the Heaven-Shaking Bow was pulled apart by Xue Li little by little.

The long sun-shooting arrows that look like snakes and dragons are chilling!

Liu Ji, who was under the big flag, seemed to feel something, and his face suddenly changed.

The luck in the sky above his head became even more restless, and the red dragon qi condensed into a dragon-like shape, and kept roaring at the sky.

Xue Li, who was standing on the city wall, was also under unprecedented pressure at this time.

Liu Ji was originally the lord of the true dragon, and now he has become the governor of Beijun, in terms of luck, pattern, and even above the punishment.

Shooting such a person is no less than killing the king of assassins!

This kind of pressure is definitely not something that ordinary people can imagine...

If the hopeful person is here, he will definitely be able to find that a dragon qi condenses on the banner and turns into a dragon, constantly roaring and angry.

Around the dragon, there are countless battle spirits attached to the banner, and they go out together with the soldiers.

"This!"

Everyone looked at Xue Li with some shock.

I don't know why he hesitated...

You know, according to Xue Li's archery. As long as he let go of the bowstring in his hand, Liu Ji categorically had no chance of survival.

But, in the end, he gave up!

To be exact, it was not that he voluntarily gave up, but that he had to give up.

The dragon qi around Liu Ji is too strong, and with the blessing of God, he has no way to assassinate him.

Even if Xue Li forcibly made a move, I am afraid it would be difficult to work.

Instead of startling the snake, it is better to let the gentleman enter the urn!

Liu Ji, who was standing under the banner of the governor, didn't know that he had escaped.

He was watching with excitement as countless soldiers rushed into the city gates, and secretly imagined the future...

"Your Excellency!"

"Shall we go in too!"

Looking at the completely open city gate, the personal guard asked with some curiosity.

"Waiting!"

"I don't know why? This official always has a sense of foreboding!"

Liu Ji looked at the dark city gate like a monster's mouth, and his eyes couldn't help revealing a trace of suspicion and jealousy.