The Walking Corpse moves slowly and has low combat power. As long as the courage is enough, the villagers with a dung fork can deal with one or two. This thing is basically not even cannon fodder on the battlefield, it belongs to the corpse refining materials that only ghost cultivators can collect.

And just when Zhou Qingfeng was exhausted and threw out the last flame talisman in his hand, he was suddenly surrounded by more than two hundred walking corpses outside the battlefield - the flames lit up, and all the besieging Jianzhou soldiers focused their attention on the Han family kid riding a puppet goat in the center of the firelight.

In order to deal with this Han boy, more than 50 Jianzhou soldiers have paid a great price. More than a dozen of them died, twenty or thirty wounded, and there were not a few who lost arms and legs and died. But they still refuse to give up this huge value of the goal in front of them, like a pack of jackals staring at fat, their eyes fierce and greedy.

For the talisman seals that appeared in Zhou Qingfeng's hands from time to time, the besieging Jianzhou soldiers also had a lot of experience. They found that this sigil was convenient, but it needed to be burned out with a starting hand, and there was no way to activate it immediately. With such an obvious sign, they could get an early warning reminder, and as soon as they saw Zhou Qingfeng throw out the talisman seal again, they immediately dispersed a little distance.

The flame talisman ignited a raging fire, and the flames were full of ugly smiling faces like bad demons. They shouted and shouted uncontrollably, and walked back and forth, waiting for the flames to fall back and pounce again. And at this moment, Zhou Qingfeng's arrows are exhausted, his spiritual power is empty, and even there are not a few slave soldiers left, and his morale has collapsed, and he can no longer form a military formation.

A Jianzhou soldier tentatively stepped on the ashes of the ground that was still on fire, and after feeling the temperature, he screamed to pounce forward. But when he raised his sword and gun and was about to shout, he suddenly felt someone behind him tap him on the shoulder - it was naturally terrifying to suddenly come on the battlefield, and he hurriedly turned around.

Snapping ......and popping, several arms slapped up continuously.

The Jianzhou soldier turned his head and saw a large number of 'people' standing densely behind him at some point, all of them with dull eyes, distorted faces, and gray faces reflected in the firelight. He turned around in horror and slashed at them, trying to break free from these obstructive creatures, but these guys were not afraid at all, and they just pounced on him in a daze.

Ah......h......h

The Jianzhou warrior suddenly let out a terrible shout, and the hand that waved the knife was about to be raised again, but even the hand was bitten by the 'person', and in a moment several pieces of flesh were torn away, dripping with blood.

The same thing happened one after another, and the Jianzhou soldiers who were standing on the verge of victory turned back together. The one who had just killed was too excited, and he was unconsciously surrounded by a large number of walking corpses. This walking corpse is weak in combat, and it will fall down when it is cut with a knife, and it will be hung when it is cut by an axe. But they are densely packed together, and there are too many of them, and they are endless.

The remaining Jianzhou soldiers were suddenly in a situation of attacking from both sides, and Zhou Qingfeng inside knew at a glance that this was the last chance to break through. He ran out of spiritual power and could no longer drive the puppet goat, so he simply grabbed a spear and killed it. He had been practicing the spear thrust on foot for more than a month, and tonight was the first time he had used it in actual combat.

A Jianzhou thug turned to deal with the walking corpse that pounced on him, and at the same time stepped back to widen the distance. Zhou Qingfeng saw the opportunity and stepped on the still hot ground, and the tip of the spear stabbed into the back of the enemy with a shake. This Jianzhou soldier was wearing cotton armor, but his back was weaker, and when the spearhead pierced and twisted, he screamed and his body stiffened and could not move, and he was pounced on by the corpse in front of him.

put away the gun and looked for the opponent again, but saw that the Jianzhou soldiers who were still fierce just now were also in chaos at this moment. In the face of this walking corpse who is not afraid of death, their best thing to do is to retreat. But now that he is surrounded by all sides, coupled with Zhou Qingfeng's trouble, one by one the fierce soldiers can only fight the trapped beasts.

Within a few fights, more than half of the more than 20 Jianzhou soldiers fell, a few people wanted to break out but fell into more walking corpses, and finally a few people simply rushed towards Zhou Qingfeng in despair, waw wow screaming to die with him.

"Fight to fight, I'm afraid of you mothers!" Zhou Qingfeng's heart erupted bloodily. The slave soldiers around him kept falling, and in the end he was the only one left, and he went straight and stabbed with one move, and when he saw the enemy's vital point, he suddenly kicked over and stabbed hard.

In the end, Zhou Qingfeng didn't even have a place to put his feet, and he was stabbed in the shoulder, almost becoming a one-armed.

The walking corpse was still approaching, and the target seemed to have been replaced by Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng held his spear on the ground, panting. Seeing that this sign was wrong, he hurriedly shouted weakly: "Jia Gang, control these walking corpses of yours, they are coming towards me." ”

"Run, I can't control them." There was also a faint sound in the darkness, and the encirclement of the walking corpse was slightly out of the way.

Zhou Qingfeng simply threw away the spear in his hand, and ran over with a deep foot and a shallow foot on the ground, escaping from the encirclement of the corpses. And outside the encirclement, Ghost Xiu Jia Gang's appearance was even worse than Zhou Qingfeng's, he seemed to have been stabbed several times, his clothes were tattered, his hair was scattered, and even the black smoke on his body was gone.

"How did you do this?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"I saw that more than 50 Jianzhou soldiers came to kill behind me, so I sent out more than 100 walking corpses to stop them. Who knows that there are a few good players in that group of soldiers, and I can't beat them at all. If it hadn't been dark in my favor, I would have almost died. Jia Gang waved his hand again and again as he spoke: "Hurry up, hurry up, there are too many masters in this place, we can't stay for a long time." ”

Jia Gang still has some spiritual power, and Zhou Qingfeng borrowed it to drive the puppet goat. The two fled in a frenzy among the out-of-control walking corpses and quickly returned to their fortress lair. The situation in the lair is neither good nor bad - because Zhou Qingfeng attracted more than half of the Jianzhou warriors, the group of Bazhai who could kill into the fortress was less than thirty, and they were suppressed by the black warrior that Zhou Qingfeng released casually.

The Black Warrior was controlled by the Heroic Spirit refined by Ucha, and was completely an emotionless machine that only knew how to fight. The Heavenly Strike Mumu that made it is very tough, and ordinary swords can't break through the defense, and with Ucha's years of fighting experience, it can still fight impressively.

As soon as this black warrior made a move, he wounded Niu Lu Ezhen, who was led by the enemy, and after hacking to death several Jianzhou soldiers in a row, this guy spontaneously organized a guard force of more than 20 people behind him. Now it was not their turn to break the fast, because they had been stubbornly resisting for half an hour, and the reinforcements that should have caught up with them did not appear at all.

When Zhou Qingfeng rushed back, he saw that the situation had not completely collapsed, and sighed again and again: "It's okay, it's okay, the situation is still saved." ”

Jia Gang was seriously injured and difficult to walk, and when he heard Zhou Qingfeng say 'it's okay', he immediately mocked: "Your wooden walls have been broken through, so it's still good?" You must know that there are more than 50 Jianzhou soldiers coming behind me, and I just sent more than 100 useless walking corpses to stop them, and they will appear soon. ”

Zhou Qingfeng still said happily: "You don't understand, fighting is a momentum." The enemy failed to defeat my slave soldiers directly, and the morale returned. Especially when the enemy has a small number and can only be defended, this is the opportunity. You know, there are still hundreds of people in my fortress to fight. ”

There were more than 500 people in Zhou Qingfeng's fortress, and not many of them died, most of them retreated in a swarm after the wooden wall was breached. When they came to their senses and found that the enemy was not as strong as they had imagined, the situation was very different. As soon as he returned, he began to repeat the previous mobilization propaganda - one enemy's head will be restored to civilian status and become 'Zhushen', and two heads can divide the field!

This time, Zhou Qingfeng no longer rushed to the front, but acted as a morale-boosting 'political commissar' and a supervising team to maintain military discipline. He even transferred the black warrior who had made great achievements back to protect his own safety, and sent his slave soldiers out repeatedly to rush and kill, forming a wave of attacks - it doesn't matter if you can't win or not, the momentum must be enough.

When the second group of Jianzhou soldiers who came to support solved the walking corpses blocking the road, they found that the situation in front of them was completely rotten. They are small in number, and they are easy to be left alone when they are scattered. As soon as he was alone, he was easily surrounded by Zhou Qingfeng's faction - the entire fortress was not lit by fire, and it was dark everywhere, and the listening and position recognition effect of the 'Mending Heaven Stone' was especially suitable for this kind of dark and chaotic battle.

Bazhai was injured but was still the commander of the attack, and there were a few more white-armored leaders and two Niu Lu Ezhen who rushed to support him. But after a simple count, he found that he only had sixty or seventy people on hand, and there was no way for these people to go deep into the fortress to exterminate Zhou Qingfeng - Uncle Zhou relied on his familiarity with the environment, gave up the wall and fought in the streets.

"Why did Five Belle send you guys?" When he saw that the reinforcements were only so little, he was very disappointed. This fortress is about to be captured, but it still needs manpower to occupy it.

A Niu Lu who came to support said in a deep voice: "There are not many people around the master. He also had to guard against Chu Ying in the city. ”

"What's wrong with Chu Ying?" Bazhai asked puzzled.

"The master suspects that this is a trap to lure us into being fooled, and he said that Chu Ying is likely to lead people to ambush near this small village, just waiting for our master to appear."

"What does the master mean now?" Bazhai asked.

"He wants you to take this stockade, but he can't give you more manpower."

Just with these more than 60 people in front of you?

When he had just broken through the wooden walls of this fortress, maybe Bazhai would still feel that it was not difficult, but now that he had been fighting back and forth for a long time, he really had no confidence.

"Most of the people in this village are coated Ahba, but somehow they are becoming more and more afraid of death." Bazhai was so angry that he wanted to swing the knife, but as soon as he moved his hand, the wound under his ribs hurt, and he only grinned. "In the beginning, as soon as we climbed over the wall, they retreated. But now they are constantly killing, tossing endlessly. ”

As he spoke, there was a sudden whooshing sound in the air. The sound was different from the shortness of the arrow, but rather some big guy being thrown at it. After a while, the flying thing hit the ground, and smashed on the ground more than ten meters away from Bazhai - it was a rotten clay pot.

"......, ......." Pointing to the rotten clay pot, he scolded, "It's dark and rumbling this night, but there are all those lowly minions around. They didn't dare to fight us head-on, so they secretly shot an arrow or threw something.

I send people to kill, and if there are few people, there will be no return, and if there are many people, there will be nothing. Even if he was caught, it would only be a matter of cutting off the heads of a few minions, and someone would come to make trouble after a while. ”

Several other Niu Lu Ezhen and the white armor leader all looked at each other, this kind of scoundrel play has never been seen before.