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"No, Lin Yi will be fine on his own. Now that I'm here, I want to follow you and help you kill a few ghost soldiers and ghost generals. Li Daren's tone of voice was much more serious than when Zhang Haoran first met, and Zhang Haoran faintly felt that the current Li Daren was not like Li Daren just now, as if he had changed as a person.

After listening to Li Daren's words, Yu Liangzheng immediately glanced at it, and saw that Li Daren was just a little ghost, so he didn't look at it again.

Just with this ghost in front of him, he said that he would kill some ghost soldier and ghost general, but it was just a fool's dream! I'm afraid I can't even deal with a ghost soldier.

"This ......" Zhang Haoran really doesn't want to burden people anymore now, the current thing is Brother Su's, that is Zhang Haoran's, so Zhang Haoran will use his own strength to help Brother Su. He didn't plan to tell Dao Nian and Fan Wuming and the others, so Zhang Haoran kept a low profile.

"Let me go, maybe I can help you with what else Li Daren can do! "Finished. Li Daren immediately snatched the dragon head gun in Zhang Haoran's hand, put it on his shoulder, and resisted.

"The dragon head gun, the double gun will be Lu Wenlong's gun. It's a pity that there is still a dragon tail gun in the abyss of the wicked world, if you can get it together and connect the two guns, you can feel the two-gun combat method of the two-gun generals......" Li Daren muttered, as if talking to himself.

But when Zhang Haoran heard this, his eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils dilated and he looked at Li Daren in horror. How did he know?! And he also knew the dragon tail gun and how to use it......

Zhang Haoran quickly regained his composure, and today, he Zhang Haoran looked away.

"Let's go!" Zhang Haoran didn't ask again, but looked at Li Daren, who was still smiling at him honestly, and finally turned to his ghost soldiers and said.

"Boom!"

Thousands of ghost soldiers, Qi Shushu moved with Zhang Haoran's voice, and then walked forward, gradually everyone disappeared into the land.

"Battlefield ......" Li Daren was the last, carrying the dragon head gun at this time, and said in a deep voice. If someone found out, they would definitely be able to see that the aura around Li Daren at this time was actually red, like blood......

When he came to the barracks, Su Feisheng was already sitting on a black horse at this time, and there was a big horse next to Su Feisheng, but it was Zhang Haoran's mount.

"Brother Su. The two armies converged, Zhang Haoran bowed half to Su Feisheng, and then rode on the black horse after Su Feisheng nodded. The horse's head is covered with an iron sheet, revealing only its eyes. Black, a huge war horse with black gas, strong and powerful.

"Let's go, the Wicked Realm!" Su Fei rose to the top of his body, patted the giant horse with his feet, and then walked slowly to the front.

And Zhang Haoran was behind, following Su Feisheng's example, he patted the dark horse and followed. In front of Zhang Hao was Li Daren, a burly man on foot, carrying a dragon head gun, followed by Yu Liangzheng, Xiong Jinjia, Ren Siliang, and then Huo Dongge......

More than 100,000 ghost soldiers, now collectively known as the Zhang Jiajun, are mighty, set off neatly, and the sound of brushing makes people feel the solemnity of the battlefield, slaughtering, killing......

At this time, Su Feisheng was in front, Zhang Haoran was beside him, and the mighty team slowly became faster and accelerated, heading towards the realm of wicked people.

The wind and sand are full of dust. The army set out, with a total of more than 160,000 ghost soldiers, and in addition to training for most of the year, they also had battles. So every fight. There will always be a few more recruits and a few fewer veterans in the ranks.

Fortunately, it was only a small battle before, so it was basically based on Zhang's army. But starting again at this time is a test for Zhang Jiajun.

The scenes of the past have a deep impression in the hearts of most people, although they are not as good as before, but at this moment, they are stronger than in the past. Compared to the past when they were chased by the ghost soldiers, they fled all over the sky, and compared to the ghosts who were killed by the ghost soldiers in the past...... Now they are here for revenge.

So along the way, there was only the sound of neat walking, sonorous and powerful.

Apart from these voices, Zhang Haoran could not hear any other sounds. The sonorous sound of walking covered the oncoming yin wind, and at the same time dispelled the infinite feeling in Zhang Haoran's heart.

The flying general chases the arrogant, and the battlefield is returned. War means fighting death. Everyone goes, and no one returns.

If he could, Zhang Haoran would be willing to have a wine carnival with the many Zhang Jiajun in front of him than to watch their horse leather shroud. But before the victory, Zhang Haoran could only look at all the problems with his own indifference, and even if he died, he would not regret it.

This is the momentum of the army, there is no need for superficial feelings, only indifference, killing. Only in this way can all people have a greater chance of staying alive until the end of the war.

Zhang Haoran knew that Su Feisheng was also like this. What a good person Su Feisheng is in reality, a good big brother. But as long as he comes into contact with the ghost soldiers, as long as he is commanding and fighting, then all Zhang Haoran can experience from Su Feisheng is indifference and ruthlessness, and his heart is like iron stone.

Zhang Haoran once saw a Zhang Jiajun being beaten to death with a stick because he violated military discipline, and the body of the beating became transparent little by little, and finally disappeared. At that time, Su Feisheng was standing next to him, watching coldly, and even the cold was overwhelming.

Zhang Haoran wanted to persuade Su Feisheng to forgive the ghost soldier once, after all, these were all people who followed Zhang Haoran from birth to death in the past. They are all lonely ghosts turned ghost soldiers, and naturally they are not as good as regular ghost soldiers in terms of execution and other aspects, so Zhang Haoran feels that it is understandable.

But when Zhang Haoran saw the cold and murderous aura emanating from Su Feisheng's body, Zhang Haoran finally didn't step forward to stop it, and watched the ghost soldier's soul dissipate by being beaten alive.

Zhang Haoran is really sad, the death of the ghost soldiers again is to dissipate in the Three Realms, and the disappearance of eternal life is the real death.

Zhang Haoran once saw the discipline in the training of the real armed police force and special forces, and felt that it was impersonal and strict. But the military discipline he experienced with Zhang Haoran in the ghost soldiers was a hundred times stronger than the discipline of the Yang Army that he had seen. In the barracks, in the ghost soldier army, there is nothing more than three, and if you make a mistake, you will be punished directly. Those who make a big mistake will die directly.

Zhang Haoran stood for a long time in the place where he was beaten to ashes and scattered ghost soldiers, and the most in his heart was pain. After all, he watched the ghost soldiers being killed with his own eyes, and these were the Zhang Jiajun who trusted Zhang Haoran to follow Zhang Haoran and fight with his life with his own weak strength.

But when Zhang Haoran saw Su Feisheng beating these past saviors to death, Zhang Haoran was first saddened, and then angry.

Anyone can be wrong, but they can't be wrong! Zhang Haoran could even feel that all Zhang Jiajun had fallen into a kind of death-like silence. There is no hippie smiling face in the past, and there is no enthusiasm and support when I saw Zhang Haoran in the past.

Some only have cold eyes and machine-like movements, patrolling, drilling......

Zhang Haoran felt that Zhang Jiajun became like this, and everything was his fault. After the silence, Zhang Haoran turned around angrily and directly asked his brother Su for comment. Walking all the way, he was furious, even the other ghost soldiers who knew Zhang Haoran were far away, bowed, and didn't dare to move.

But when Zhang Haoran came to the barracks and looked at Su Feisheng, who was covering his head and frowning, Zhang Haoran retreated again. secretly watched what Su Feisheng was looking at, and finally after Su Feisheng left, Zhang Haoran sneaked in.

I saw a piece of paper full of names, but in the list were all dead ghost soldiers. The name of the ghost soldier who was just punished and killed was also on it, and the notes were moistened, but they had just been added.

"Looking northwest, the yellow sand is vast. The wolf smoke is urgent, the captives are rampant, and the people and ministers are sitting and dying out? Looking southeast, the mountains and rivers are majestic. The sky is tilting, the country is in ruins, so what's the point of seeing each other with broken heads!"

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red and ...... several times"

......

There are still various poems and a few strokes under the chapters full of names, but Zhang Haoran can feel that his big brother Su is more hurt than himself.

Yes, those are the people who saved him, how can he be willing to punish or kill him. However, military discipline is strict, and naturally there is clear rewards and punishments, and strict discipline.

"Smell the drum and don't advance, smell the gold more than enough, the flag can't be raised, the flag can't be subdued, this is called a rebellion, and the offender will be beheaded!"

"You shouldn't call your name, you can't do it at the right time, you won't be able to violate the deadline, change the law of the division, this is called a slow army, and the offender will be beheaded!"

"Spread the battle at night, neglect and not report, even more slowly, the voice is unknown, this is called slackness, and the offender will be beheaded!"

"Complain more, be angry with its commanders, don't listen to constraints, and teach it to be difficult to control, this is called building an army, and the offender will be beheaded!"

......

This is military discipline, and ordering and prohibiting is the most basic military discipline.

At that time, Zhang Haoran knew that this was a war and that it was his life that was paid. More than 160,000 Zhang Jiajun's lives are in each other's hands, if one person violates military discipline and goes unpunished, or Zhang Haoran's Brother Su is partial, then the 160,000 Zhang Jiajun will be a bunch of soldiers who will be hacked and killed by the enemy at any time.

So Zhang Haoran experienced the pain in his brother Su's heart. Zhang Haoran was angry, just because he didn't understand the army and his own big brother Su.

Zhang Haoran can still be angry, but his big brother Su can only bury all the pain and suffering in his heart, not overflowing. And what people see is only injustice, cold bystanders, cold as frost, and hard-hearted.

These are just Brother Su covering up his heart, covering up the inner world that is more painful than anyone else.

Zhang Haoran knew that when his eldest brother Su wrote down their names, it was to remember everything they had paid for the entire Zhang family, including their lives. Memorize each of the dead ghost soldiers and write their names.

(Enlightenment Book Network.)