The macaque was fighting happily, rubbing his body and about to pounce, only to hear the bowstring sound a few times, and several sharp arrows broke through the air, but fortunately the monkey was alert, and a few heels in a row turned over, fell back to the feet of his master, and immediately raised his back, and squeaked at the sneak attacker. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It turned out that when Captain Han Ji saw that the lieutenant general had lost, he hurriedly commanded the archers to fire arrows to break the deadlock, and shouted: "Lieutenant General, we have people!

Zargen stood there as if he had lost three souls and seven spirits, and Han Ji didn't seem to listen to a word, but only muttered in a lost mind: "What kind of martial arts are you using?

The man under the tree clapped his hands and said: "It's easy to say, the little monkey doesn't know the way of luck, and he uses the most blind method - the military physical boxing that Nord recruits must learn." ”

"How is it possible!?" Zargen suddenly found it difficult to accept that he was defeated by the local martial arts he despised the most, and he fell to his feet, looking like crazy: "Martial arts that can't even be lucky, how is it possible!!"

The firelight illuminated the man's face, and he saw that the man was of medium size, two terrible scars crossed the dark skin on the right cheek, and a pair of murderous and cold eyes like swords were embedded in the face that should be quiet and elegant, and the whole person gave people a strange incongruity, he paced out slowly, and said with a smile: "What's impossible? The martial arts of the world have their own strengths and weaknesses. Although the Dragon Walking Eight Style was born out of a very domineering and masculine palm technique in Middle Earth, but the rigidity is not agile enough, and the Nord military body fist, which was originally an imitation of the play of apes, is dexterous and agile all the way, and defeats the enemy's shortcomings with its own strengths, so why worry about not winning?"

Zargen laughed and said, "Overcome the enemy's shortcomings with your own strengths-who are you? Why do you know the mysteries of the Eight Styles of Dragon Walking!?"

A cold smile tugged at the corner of the man's mouth: "Your Excellency, have you ever heard of a low-end martial art called the Son of Heaven?"

Zhargan was stunned for a moment, his pupils contracted instantly, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying, his face was pale and he looked at the person in front of him for a long time, his body trembled like chaff, and suddenly he screamed, and ran away like crazy, shouting as he ran: "Hahaha。。。。。 The Son of Heaven is angry, talking and laughing and killing! The Son of Heaven is angry, talking and laughing and killing! Hahaha, don't kill me... Don't kill me!"

"Crazy!" Han Ji looked at Zhargan who was far away and scolded: "Just one person and one monkey, what is there to be afraid of? We still have so many brothers, brothers!

"But you tried to hurt me just now?" the man asked in a deep voice.

That step was obviously such an ordinary step, but it seemed to step on the hearts of everyone, and everyone present felt suffocated, as if that person would suffocate himself if he tried harder!

Only one step!

A step of life and death!

A step that makes hundreds of people desperate at the same time!

The pressure suddenly disappeared, and the man stepped back and said with a smile, "Come, Thunder, come back to Daddy." ”

The macaque was still holding a grudge against Han Ji's arrow, and he grinned and demonstrated to the wall guards, refusing to turn back.

"Hehe, what a stingy guy, someone will clean it up, let's go. After finishing speaking, he slowly turned his head and walked into the distance, and the thunder saw that his master was going away, so he had to make a grimace at everyone, and then turned around to chase the man in sackcloth.

"Phew, what are you doing to clean us up!, is Lao Tzu afraid of you beggar!?" Han Ji saw that the man was walking away, and he couldn't help but blow the cow twice first: "Come, continue to drink wine and eat meat!"

Boom!

The simple gate was smashed by several thick wooden stakes, and the flying sawdust and debris struck the heads of the guards who had just sat down, and everyone was for a moment panicked and stood still.

Outside the door, an army of refugees was black, holding all kinds of home-made weapons, and blood-red eyes were staring at them! Outside the city of Kulin, the camp of the Nord rebels.

"Where's the new general?" Karp scratched his head, which had not been washed for a week, and his dandruff fell like snowflakes on the sand table: "I don't think it's reliable!

"Shut your foul mouth, Karp!" Acting Commander Wright is forty-six years old this year, both life experience and battlefield experience are much richer than Karp's hairy boy, he will never try anything that may cause his head to fall off, he buried his face under the shadow of the gray hood: "He is your commander, put some respect in his mouth!"

Karp was naturally not convinced, and brushed the bird's nest-like hair with his hand: "Then there is such a commander, Jiaoerlang came locally, Jiaoerlang left locally, and he didn't stay in the army for a quarter of an hour before and after, and only dropped a sentence 'Attack from the main gate at nine o'clock tonight.'" 'Even more unreliable than Borba and Lady Dirigand!'

Wright reluctantly swept Karp's dandruff off the table, slowly unfolded a map of Kulin, and said, "The two people you said were reliable led us to two big defeats, kid, even those who can lose their own heads, no matter how reliable they are, they are limited. ”

For the boss who has died, there is no need to give any hypocritical respect, as experienced as Wright, he will not let go of any opportunity to vent his anger.

"Well, what are you going to do!? It's nine o'clock in fifteen minutes. You can't really be stupid and rush up to die, right?" Karp is a straight man, and he hates these old people the most because they only understand their mouths, and they have been talking for a long time without any results: "Before, when our army was at its peak, we couldn't attack, and we lost two generals, and now there is less than half of the army, and we still have to continue to fight a tough battle?"

"Yes, it's a soldier's duty to obey orders!" Wright folded the map in his hand and stared straight at Karp.

Karp gritted his teeth and prepared to walk out of the tent in anger: "Alright, alright! Damn old man! Then let's go down to the Heim Underworld with our vocation." ”

Wright, though firm in his mouth, beat a drum in his heart, and his gaze returned to the dagger on the table, motionless.

Really 100% confident in him?

No, that guy doesn't look much better than Borba and Diri.

But if he really is that legend.

Maybe we can really see things we can't see.

Darney Everymond, the legend of the god of war in Calradia.

It's not just a legend, it's synonymous with an era.

A madman who attacked the five kingdoms, was invincible, attacked all the cities, and slaughtered all the prisoners!

The whole continent was in turmoil because of the madness of a madman, and the five nations united to denounce Swadia, and strong political and military pressure finally forced King Haraus to exile him from the continent, finally bringing that terrifying era to an end.

Jiang is still old and spicy, and Wright feels that although the man's appearance looks much more restrained than the legendary one, it doesn't seem to match, but those murderous eyes really can't deceive people.

Relying on such a fierce god to achieve victory is really not a good thing in the calculation!

Damn, why does trouble always come to my head, an old guy of my age should stay at home to pickle salted fish and take grandchildren, this damn world!

"Report to the command, God bless Nord!!God bless Nord!!" the scout in front suddenly rushed into the camp with a shout, startling Karp as he was about to go out.

"What's the matter? Don't be surprised. Wright gathered his thoughts, put on the shelf that his boss should have, and asked in a deep voice.

"Too 。。。。。 It's amazing, Jane... What a miracle!!God bless Nord!God bless Nord!" The scout didn't know what he was seeing, and he was so excited that he couldn't be coherent.

Kap went up and gave a resounding slap in the face: "To the point, don't talk nonsense, what the hell is going on?"

The scout was stunned for a moment, and after a while he came back to his senses with his red face, and said: "Report that our scout team has just conducted a routine search for Kulin, and as soon as we approached the castle, we heard a burst of fighting, and we looked up in horror, only to see that the fire was burning all over the city, and there seemed to be civil strife in the city, and the guards seemed to be fighting with the rebels in the city. Just as the rebels were about to be killed and retreated, a huge dark cloud rushed from the sky! Oh my God!"

At this point, the scout covered his chest with his hands and gasped: "It's a flock of crows!! We looked up and found that it was not a dark cloud, but an overwhelming number of ravens! They pounced on the city and pecked the guards into a blur! The Prophet was right! This is God's will! God bless Nord! God bless Nord!!"

Karp basically kicked the scout away from the door at the first time, rushed out of the door and shouted: "Urgently !!assemble!!

With a trembling hand, Wright unswiped the Svadia sword from the table and pulled the broken clock out of the clutter.

The needle and minute hand seemed to be joking with him, and they fell exactly at nine o'clock.

Hanji ran like crazy down Walton Street, sweat drenched his shirt, he gulped in the dreaded air, quickly turned the corner, and hid between the two rows of barrels behind the bar.

For the first time in my life, I felt the tremor of my hands so distinctly.

Oh my God, what the hell is going on!?

A group of wall guards were almost wiped out before they broke out of the encirclement of the rebellious people and came to the outer city, only to find that the outer city was the real hell.

The Refugees United rebel Army has breached the outer walls, and large numbers of rebel troops have poured into the city to begin clearing the streets.

Flocks of ravens pounced on each of the Kulin guards, pecking through their throats and pulling out their eyeballs as if they were rushing to the greatest banquet of all.

Lions and jackals scurry through the alleys of the outer city, pounce on the recruits who have just been drawn from the camp and have not even had time to organize a defensive line, and tear their intestines to shreds.

Even the improvised defensive line that had just barely been organized on West Street was kicked by two giant elephants that rushed into the city, and the soldiers who defended it were trampled into pools of bloody jam.

With the help of these beasts, the rebels are on their way to the inner city.

Is this God's punishment! Has Heaven forsaken Nord!?

The evil god is back!