You must know that the southeast corner is the battlefield headquarters of the enemy general, and it will move the whole body with one shot, unlike other places, even if there is a mutation, it doesn't matter. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And when the long-haired beauty saw this scene, she still looked leisurely and elegant, and unhurriedly issued an order for an all-out counterattack with the southeast corner as the main target.

Behind him, the four masters took out their weapons, hugged the long-haired beauty and boarded the war horse they led, and more than 200 people galloped down the hill, and two teams of 1,000 soldiers each threw themselves into the battlefield to start a comprehensive decisive battle with the enemy.

On the other side, the southeast corner of the battlefield.

Qin Shubao was covered in blood at the moment, but his eyes were still full of fighting spirit. Although his martial arts are not very good, this tenacious mind even Wang Chan couldn't help but admire when he saw it.

"Come again!" Qin Shubao roared wildly, he didn't know how many times he threw himself at Wang Chan, and there was only one golden double mace left in his hand.

Wang Chan looked at Qin Shubao, shook his head slightly, and directly shook it away with a palm, this time he finally failed to stand up.

"I don't care if you know about the bastard things your subordinates do, as a general, you can't escape the blame. Wang Chan bent down and picked up a golden wedge and slowly walked towards Qin Shubao.

"If you want to kill, you will kill, Hugh has to slander our Great Sui soldiers!" Qin Shubao shouted loudly.

"Slander?" Wang Chan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, walked in front of Qin Shubao, and stood still. "Not long ago, I saw with my own eyes that your Sui army burned down a small town. That's not all, they still have to leave people and animals behind, ** women ......"

"Do you think this kind of person should be killed?"

Rumble!

As soon as the words fell, the golden mace in Wang Chan's hand suddenly thrust down like lightning, and the golden mace broke out of the air, making a piercing sound of breaking wind, and finally narrowly inserted into the mud next to Qin Shubao's cheek.

Tick~

A drop of crimson blood oozed from his cheek and flowed into the dusky dirt.

Listening to Wang Chan's account of the tragic situation in that village, Qin Shubao's face was full of astonishment, and he didn't even realize that he was injured, and his eyes trembled violently. He knew in his heart that what Wang Chan said was true.

At this moment, an earth-shattering shout of killing sounded.

The nearby Sui soldiers suddenly retreated to the surroundings, Wang Chan raised his eyes, and saw a team of Tsing Yi warriors riding horses to kill them, and they scattered the Sui soldiers around them.

This team of Tsing Yi warriors are all elites, especially four of them are first-class good players, at this time these Sui troops have already been killed by Wang Chan, and they are about to collapse.

It won't be long before the horse team can rush to Wang Chan's place.

When he retracted his gaze, Wang Chan saw two young men fighting to the death with the Sui army on the other side of the battlefield. It was obviously the first time that these two people had fought for life and death with people, and their movements were stiff and rusty, but they made rapid progress, and in the moment when Wang Chan was watching, they had already become decent. A dozen or so Sui soldiers couldn't easily get close to them.

Wang Chan glanced coldly at Qin Shubao, who had fallen to the ground, and turned to leave.

Now that the defeat of the Sui soldiers is a foregone conclusion, there is no need for Wang Chan to stay. At this time, the Great Sui was in turmoil, and all the warlords thought that it was just their own interests, who would use their lofty eyes to look at those people who were lying on the ground. The Sui army is brutal, are these Tsing Yi troops clean?

In this chaotic world full of gunsmoke and rubble, who can live without a clean dust?

Seeing Wang Chan's back gradually disappear into the crowd, the long-haired beauty slashed to death the Sui Jun beside her with a sword, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Son, stay here!"

Although her voice was loud, it seemed insignificant in the boundless wilderness, and it was soon completely drowned in the shouts of killing in the sky.

Wang Chan left the battlefield, but the sound of fighting still came like a tide.

After walking for seven or eight miles in a row, the shouting of killing finally gradually disappeared, and then Wang Chan saw fireworks rising under the mountain, and looked intently to find that it was a small village.

Smoke rose from the tiled roof of one of the rooms, apparently someone was making a fire.

This area is not far from the battlefield, and if a few Sui soldiers come who are inferior to beasts, the people in the village will be in great trouble. This is troubled times, people are not as good as dogs!

Wang Chan is not a natural saint, he can't save everyone in the world, and the people in the world don't need him to save. But when he encounters something he is not used to, Wang Chan will never stand idly by.

Thinking like this, Wang Chan came to the entrance of the village in a blink of an eye and saw that there were only about 30 families in this village, and the houses were scattered. But no matter how small the village is, it should not be the scene in front of him, which is too abnormal for him to be silent and without the barking of chickens and dogs.

In this village, the doors of every house are closed, and it seems that the villagers have fled to other places because of the fighting, but if this is the case, the village house with fireworks is too eye-catching.

Wang Chan looked up, and saw that the place where the smoke rose was the largest house in the village, divided into two entrances and two entrances, and a patio, but the doors and windows were closed, revealing a mysterious smell, and there was no sound.

Wang Chan came to the front of the house, stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the wooden door.

When I crossed the threshold and entered the hall, I saw that all the furniture and utensils were there, but they were covered with dust, and the corners of the walls were covered with cobwebs, which showed that they had been abandoned for a long time.

But since it has been abandoned for so long, who lit those fireworks?

Wang Chan aroused his curiosity, walked through the patio, and walked towards the back house, which was still empty. It's just that I don't know who lit the stove in the kitchen, forming a scene of curling smoke, and at this time the smoke is weakened and will be extinguished at any time.

"It seems that someone was here before, and this person has just left. Wang Chan reached out and touched the stove that still had residual warmth, and muttered in a low voice.

At that moment, a hoof roar rang out, filling the space outside.

Wang Chan frowned slightly, totoed a little, and flew lightly onto the roof beam.

I saw a group of people riding healthy horses into the village, these people were dressed in strong suits, carrying quivers, rough and wild appearance, and they did not look like people from Middle-earth.

There were about thirty of them, and one of them was particularly majestic, carrying a rectangular box about eight feet long, but he felt at ease.

When they arrived in front of Wang Chan's house, the big man with the box calmly jumped off the horse, put the box in the center of the road, and the others kicked off the horse one after another.

One of them, a tall, thin man who appeared to be the leader, still sitting high in the saddle, made a search gesture, and all but the giant man of the box quickly dispersed and kicked the door into the house.

Seeing that this group of people is agile and fast, they are obviously all strong in martial arts.

The sound of footsteps below, coming and going, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. Wang Chan looked up and saw that the huge box was placed directly below him by the big man.

From Wang Chan's angle, it can be clearly seen that there are more than ten small holes on the lid of the box. (To be continued.) )