A bloody corpse of a member of the Ghost Sword Sect, the White Tiger Cousin brothers who were cleaned up the battlefield were thrown into the ox carts like dead pigs.

When the gates are opened, the corpses will be pulled down from mass graves outside the city and thrown away, for wolves to gnaw and wild dogs to eat......

Corpses, not distinguishing between ordinary people and warriors.

After the mule identified all the corpses, he returned to Zhang Chu, bowed down and said, "Master Chu, the famous and surnamed disciples of the Ghost Sword Sect are all here!"

Zhang Chu frowned: "Isn't there two seven-rank Ghost Sword Sects? I killed one, and what about the other?"

The mule smiled "hehe" and said, "The bed crossbow arrow pierced the heart and died!"

"Huh!"

Zhang Chu smiled coldly, "Who's next?"

The mule looked at his face and said cautiously, "Qingxiamen!"

Zhang Chu glanced around, and saw that the battlefield was almost cleaned, so he shouted, "Li Zheng!"

"Master Chu!"

Li Zheng, who was covered in blood, dragged the same bloody door panel knife out of the crowd, "My subordinates are here!"

"Give your people to Da Xiong, you leave a team of people and horses, and copy the old bottom of the Ghost Sword Sect back to Zhang's mansion, I will see it tonight!"

Li Zheng threw the big knife on the door panel and slammed it to the end: "Yes!"

Zhang Chu jumped onto the chariot with the startling clouds and shouted, "Pull out!"

......

Killed someone, saw blood.

The people who killed were all people in the rivers and lakes!

At this moment, even the 3,000 newly built van troops, which were not yet fully staffed, trembled, and their walking steps were particularly loud, quite a kind of momentum of "unity is strength."

Although their momentum is still as illusory as a balloon, it will burst as soon as it is poked.

But Zhang Chu is still happy to see it.

A strong army is not something that can be trained in a day.

It takes countless victories and countless defeats to train into a steel army that is not arrogant in victory, not discouraged in defeat, and indomitable!

With these unruly Jianghu children, it is just right to open the front for these 9,000 people!

The army marched to the southern city.

The common people automatically stood on both sides of the road and gave way to this brigade of officers and soldiers.

No one complained that these 9,000 men and horses occupied the main road and disturbed their normal life.

The clouds of war were not yet far away, and they longed more than ever for a strong army of officers and soldiers in the Celestial Mansion to protect their poor and happy days.

Many things are precious only when they have been lost......

Like what...... Peace!

Zhang Chu stood on the chariot, his eyes swept over the ragged and vegetable-looking people on both sides of the road, and his heart suddenly felt a little heavy.

He's an aspirant.

Other traverser predecessors seem to have crossed a battle in vain if they didn't rebel and grab the dragon chair to sit on.

And after he crossed over, he has been working hard just to live a life where he can live without worrying about food and clothing, and his life, money, and dignity can be guaranteed!

He had killed a lot of people.

But he didn't really like dead people at all.

He had to kill.

Because if he doesn't kill anyone, he or the people around him will die!

Between the dead friends and the dead poor, there is never a choice difficulty.

Therefore, he is killing more and more hard-hearted, and it is difficult for dozens, hundreds, and thousands of people to die in front of him, and it is difficult to cause his mood swings.

In his life, he may never be like Zhao Changhui on the night of his ambush, and he sighed that "human life is like mustard".

He had never thought of going to be a protector for a group of strangers.

Just like when he first learned the news of the entry of the Northern Barbarians, he had always only thought about the Quadruple Gang, and never wanted to release the news to save the lives of the people in the city.

But he never thought of abandoning those who had anything to do with him and escaping alone.

Just like the previous Silian Gang of more than 20,000 family members moved south, it took money, effort and effort, but he never thought of leaving them behind.

Not in his position, not in his government,

In his place, he will seek his own government!

He didn't want to be a county soldier.

But by mistake, he sat in this position and became one of the patron saints of the people in this city.

Since he is sitting in this position, he will do his best to fulfill the duties of the county soldier Cao and protect the peace of the people in this city.

Even if AllBright Mansion still can't hold it in the end, as long as he does his best, he will have a clear conscience, and he is not afraid that more than 100,000 people in this city will fall into his dream at midnight and disturb his purity!

The chariot drove slowly through the long street.

Zhang Chu is looking at these ordinary people.

These ordinary people are also looking at him.

Suddenly, I don't know who shouted: "Master Zhang, are you still recruiting?"

In the next second, the people on both sides of the long street shouted loudly.

"Lord Zhang, you are good, we all support you!"

"Lord Zhang, when you need us to go to the city, you say hello, I am fighting for this old life, and I will definitely bite a few northern barbarians to death!"

"Master Zhang, we have already escaped all the way, and we don't want to run anymore, you must defend Jintian Mansion!"

Zhang Chu clenched his fists without saying a word and arched his hands around.

The army marched forward amid the shouts of the people, and finally stopped outside an inn.

Nearly 100 Qingxiamen people wearing azure robes were already waiting neatly at the inn door.

Zhang Chu glanced at these Qingxia Sect people and found Shen Bai and Zhang Lingfeng in the crowd.

The ghostly Shen Bai also winked at him.

He didn't speak, but the sense of Qingxia Sect in his heart was already much better than that of the Ghost Sword Sect.

It is also a medium-sized sect that flows to AllHeaven.

On the Seven Grades.

The Ghost Sword Sect has two seven grades.

Qingxiamen three seven products.

But the Ghost Knife Sect lives in the deep mansion compound of a rich family.

And Qingxiamen lives in just an inn.

It's not that Qingxia Sect is poorer than the Ghost Sword Sect.

It's that the Ghost Sword Sect is more ruthless than the Qingxia Sect.

Before the army stopped, Huafa Laosuo, who was standing at the forefront of the nearly 100 people in Qingxiamen, arched his hands from afar and shouted: "Lord Zhang is coming, the grass people are not welcome, and I ask Lord Zhang to forgive my sins!"

Nearly a thousand Xuanwu Hall armor soldiers surrounded the chariot and slowly stepped forward.

Zhang Chu stood on the carriage, looked down at Huafa Lao Suo condescendingly, and asked unceremoniously: "You are the 'Wind Shadow Sword' Qing Wuyun?"

Huafa Lao Suo smiled and arched his hand: "How dare you hang in the mouth of Lord Zhang!"

It's good to cultivate.

Zhang Chu raised his sword eyebrows, narrowed his eyes and asked lightly: "This official informed Huier and others to go to the cattle and sheep market to report before noon, why didn't they come?"

The big bear standing on the side of the chariot with a big iron shield in his hand waved his hand when he saw his eldest brother squinting.

"Sonorous ......"

In the sound of tooth-aching gear turning, a well-stringed bed crossbow turned its head, aiming at the nearly 100 Qingxia Men people in front of the inn.

The archers with drooping bows also drew arrows and drew their bows, aiming at more than 100 Qingxiamen.

The Xuanwu Hall armorers who were wielding the iron wire net also dragged the iron cable net silently to the back of the archers.

Killing, on the verge of triggering!