The white wolf that rushed towards Yang Hu was completely desperate, abandoning his own defense, and the green light on the firewood knife flashed towards Yang Hu's head.

Yang Hu didn't move.

The black wolf and the red wolf were so nervous that they couldn't do it, and the two roared in unison: "Big brother......" The two figures also rushed towards the white wolf, and the three of them attacked Yang Hu back and forth.

The knife in the hand of the white wolf, the long whip in the hand of the black wolf, and the hammer in the hand of the red wolf surrounded Yang Hu, and he just waved his weapon and chopped at him.

Yang Hu was hungry.

He was really in no mood to drag on with the three brothers, and when he stepped forward, his figure turned into three black shadows in the eyes of the three white wolves, and they rushed towards the three white wolves who surrounded him.

The huge disparity in combat effectiveness made the three wolves have no room to fight back at all, and they only felt that Yang Hu would no longer be seen in front of them.

A light blade in his hand is gone.

There was a sharp pain in his stomach, and Yang Hu kicked the three of them and fell out of the grass in three directions.

Yang Hu shook his head: "I'm very hungry now, tell me your decision." Surrender or die. ”

The white wolf rolled over from the edge of the ridge and roared, "Drop a fart." His firewood knife came out of his hand and shot at Yang Hu.

The other two brothers also surrendered their weapons to Yang Hu.

Yang Hu's eyes flashed chestnut, peeking into the hearts of the three of them, the three of them had no intention of surrendering at all, and fighting to the death was what they chose.

Yang Hu took out the hundred battle knife on his waist in his hand, strode forward and asked the red wolf, "Will it fall?"

"Descend your ......," the red wolf scolded angrily.

Yang Hu rubbed his body with a hideous face, waved his hand, and the knife flashed, and without hesitation, he slashed down on the chest of the red wolf.

The red wolf's chest burst open like tofu, and the splattered blood splashed several feet, and he stiffened and fell backwards four or five meters into the grass.

Turning around, a tiger jumped into the air, and Yang Hu slashed at the black wolf in the air.

The frightened black wolf roared angrily and retreated quickly, could he retreat there? In just three or five steps, Yang Hu's hundred slashing swords fell in the air and cut off his head.

"For me. What is useful is left, and what is useless is dispensable. Now that you've decided, don't disturb me eating. ”

Yang Hu looked at the pale white wolf and shrugged his shoulders and threw away the hundred swords, and ordered Qingkui and the others: "Kill them." ”

He turned and strode away towards the village.

The change in the blink of an eye made Zhao Qingtian a little surprised.

He could see that Yang Hu liked these three skinny guys very much, but how could he suddenly burst out and kill them?

This made Zhao Qingtian understand Yang Hu's changeability and ferocity a little more.

Lu Da at the head of the parapet had been nervously watching the meeting between the group of fierce soldiers and bandits.

It's not that he hasn't seen the fierceness of the soldiers, Lu Da knows very well that if the two groups of people are really together, Lujia Village won't even have a chance to resist.

It wasn't until he watched the group of soldiers chasing and killing the bandits at the edge of the forest that his heart fell.

Waving his hand, he asked the villagers who were already preparing to light the beacon fire for help to put down their torches and asked, "The steamed buns are almost cooked, right?" Prepare some hot water for them to eat before leaving. ”

With the clear water from the ditch on the edge of the field to wash away the blood on his hands, Yang Hu took the heavily armored sergeant to eat a hot steamed bun meal downstairs under the wall of Lujia Village.

After putting down some money and silver, he turned around and left with the team, rushing to Pingran City, dozens of miles away.

......

Contrary to Yang Hu's expectations.

Pingran City is actually a large-scale black iron city.

After a night of driving and being tested by the Pingran soldiers under the city gate, Yang Hu and his party entered Pingran City proudly.

City: Pingran City

Grade: Black Iron Grade 2

Population: 66,800

Economy: Medium

Resources: Medium

Defense: Medium

Strength: 23,500 men

City Lord: Lu Zhi

Loyalty: Big Red

Faction: White neutral

The first thing to do when entering the city was to find a place to stay, and Qingkui and a few other brothers entered the city with the hillbilly and seemed to look around.

The Black Iron City-level Pingran City is indeed too much of a city beyond the bronze level.

The height of the city walls, the defenses, the construction of the castle, the population of the inhabitants, the width of the streets in the city, and the prosperity of the shops are far from being comparable to those of the bronze castle.

There are hundreds of brightly lit shops on one street here, selling all kinds of goods, and even the prosperity of customers entering and exiting each shop after dark can leave the prosperity of the entire city far behind.

This also opened the eyes of Qingkui and their earth dogs.

Among the sergeants, there are a few bald heads now, and he has seen more prosperous places than the bronze city with the blind man, so along the way, he is introducing all kinds of novelties to Qingkui and their rookies.

In the face of such a group of soldiers exuding a fierce atmosphere, the people on the side of this bustling street seemed to scatter in a little panic, standing on the side of the road and watching them walk by.

This feeling made the heavy armor sergeant satisfy his inner vanity.

Yang Hu took Zhao Qingtian to walk at the forefront of the team, but what flashed in front of him was the pictures and data that the city system kept scanning the city situation.

Yang Hu glanced at it briefly, and roughly classified it, the prosperity of a black iron city, the strength of the city's defense, and its combat effectiveness were almost more than five times that of a bronze fifth-level city.

This data is consistent with the calculation results given by the city system.

It can be imagined how difficult it is to advance from a bronze first-class city to a black iron city, let alone meet the needs of the population and soldiers.

It is also necessary to add the basic three vassal cities of the subordinates.

Yang Hu raised his eyebrows, swept his eyes around, and muttered, "It's not easy!"

He has seen the general situation of each city along the way, and the development of the economy, agriculture and military strength of the bronze city is the most important foundation, if this foundation cannot fully play its effect, or can not be reasonably arranged to play its effect.

Then if you want to bring the bronze city to the black iron level, it is more difficult than difficult.

It's not even possible.

Think about it again, how many cities are there in this world?

According to the information obtained from Luo Jiang and Dao Tianyu, there are thousands of bronze cities, black iron, and silver in the southwest area to which Lincheng belongs...... The world is bigger than you can imagine.

"What the fuck, how could there be such a place. Yang Hu cursed and kicked a stone on the side of the road.

It's a matter of chance, but it's never less.

The stone that was kicked away by Yang Hu drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and it landed on the head of a woman who had just come out of the clothing store.

The stone that Yang Hu kicked away is called a stone, and it is not a small stone, so you can imagine how the girl can stand it.

The woman didn't expect that there would be flying disasters in such a place, and she was suddenly smashed, and squatted down with her forehead covered by blood.

No way!

Yang Hu cursed and hurriedly stepped forward: "Girl, are you okay?" I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to. Accident, an accident. ”

Yang Hu stretched out his hand to help the girl up, and hurriedly checked the wound on her head, and saw clearly that the girl's bloody forehead was actually pulled out by the stone and a bloody wound of more than 20 centimeters.

The torn flesh turned outwards and drooped on the forehead.

Yang Hu knew he shouldn't.