"Ghost, it's a big deal, I'm afraid I'm going crazy this time."

In the barracks, a young man with a soft face handed a letter in his hand to a tall young man with two arms covered in scars.

"Damn, this is really going to drive Zi crazy, he also deserves to be a father?!"

The ghost angrily slapped the letter on the table, and the hardwood table was torn apart.

The letter fell to the ground, revealing a line of small print, and the kite will marry the scorpion in five days.

"We didn't know if we were unworthy of being fathers for a long time, and it wasn't worth being angry about. The top priority now is that the character of the kite will not succumb to the scorpion, and the scorpion is a pervert, and we all know that he has always been merciless to those who disobey him, and he will kill the killer. ”

"Purple will definitely return to the capital as soon as possible after receiving the news, if it is too late, it will be fine, but if it is too late, Purple will definitely tear down the capital, as a brother, I will definitely go to help him, what do you say?"

"Ling, you are insulting my ghost uncle, needless to say, you must be going to help Zi!"

"Lao Tzu has long seen that the group of heavenly pillars is not pleasing to the eye, a group of wastes who occupy the pit and don't shit, just slaughtered them all and let us go up to the top!"

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in the ghost's eyes, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, since the two of us have the same idea, then we will solve this Qiang tribe today, and the whole army will converge with Zi and make a big fuss."

"Zhang Si, beat the drums, gather the generals."

"Yes."

The lean man who had been guarding the door of the tent beat the big drum directly opposite.

Knock, knock, knock.

The heavy drums sounded, and the soldiers poured out in groups, quickly divided into two armies, and stood in front of the spirits and ghosts, with bright swords and fierce momentum.

"Soldiers, do you know what's behind us?"

"It's our home, it's where our ancestors grew up, it's where our parents, brothers, sisters, and children live."

"But now there is a group of brutal, inhuman robbers who want to trample on our homes, insult our loved ones, and rob us of our property."

"You say, 'What are we going to do?'

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The soldiers were furious, waving the blades in their hands, eager to rush to the battlefield and fight to the death with the Qiang people.

"That's the state, sons, make meritorious contributions, and the glory of the ancestors is in this dynasty, with Uncle Ben."

The ghost rode a black high-headed horse, picked up the glaive, and rushed out of the camp gate first, followed by a group of roaring cavalry, gathering into a torrent to kill the Qiang camp.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, go and report to the leader, the undead on the battlefield are coming."

The Qiang soldiers had a panicked look on their faces and hurriedly sounded the gong on the sentry tower.

Bell, bell, bell.

Bands of soldiers came out of the tents, spears in hand, and their iron spears shining sharply in the sunlight to pierce the cavalry that had come alive and dead.

However, if the ghost had no ability, how could he dare to say that he would replace the heavenly pillar, and the glaive long knife in his hand swept diagonally, and the Qiang soldiers blocking the front were cut off like wheat.

Da, da.

The ghost led the cavalry captain to rush straight to the center of the camp, and the Qiang generals and soldiers who dared to come out to stop were all easily killed by the ghost alone, and the entire army was still in a no-man's land.

"Give it to me, as long as there is someone who can take the head of the ghost, this king will be rewarded with 10,000 taels of gold, and the official will be promoted to the third level, and the southern women will choose at will."

A middle-aged man with a beard and a beard stepped out of the jewel-encrusted tent, leading a poorly clothed woman with a rope in his hand.

"Duomur, you are looking for death, you dare to treat a southern woman like this."

The ghost's eyes were full of rage, and the blood splashed on his face was like a demon in prison.

Hiss.

The dark horse under the seat felt the anger of his master and rushed forward.

The ghost danced the glaive, spinning like a wheel, turning into a battlefield meat grinder, no one was his general, and in the blink of an eye, he was about to kill in front of Duomur.

"Retreat, quickly cover the king's retreat."

The captain of Domur's guard shouted loudly, and the rest of the well-trained guards acted in an orderly manner, guarding the vigilance, leading the horses, and protecting Domur to escape into the distance.

With the escape of Domur, the Qiang army, which was still barely resisting, no longer had the will to fight, and a small number of them chose to surrender, hoping to save their lives.

"You have bullied the women of the southern kingdom and robbed the property of the southern kingdom, and you still want to save your lives, how can there be such a good thing, it will be slaughtered by Uncle Ben!"

At the sound of an order, all the Qiang soldiers who surrendered on their knees were beheaded and soaked in red.

"Find the captives and sort out the belongings."

"Remember, Uncle Ben will not lose a penny that should be given, but if any of you dare to swallow or bully a woman, don't blame Uncle Ben's knife for being merciless."

The ghost commanded the soldiers in the camp to deal with the aftermath of the battle, and did not pursue Domur.

At the same time, Domur, who had already run a long distance, saw that there were no pursuers behind him, and looked at the camp that had already caught fire with hatred, "Damn the southerners, when the king returns to the tribe and regroups, he will definitely kill you, insult your women, and rob you of your property." ”

"I think you don't want to call it Duomur, it's just right to call it Daydream, and kill us all, you can go back alive first!"

An army came out from the side, led by a young general in a blue robe.

Duomur was frightened, leaving a small number of guards to stop her, and fled by herself.

As for the blue-robed young general, he did not chase after him, and instructed the soldiers to pack up the belongings, weapons and armor left behind.

As the sun sets, the sky is getting dark, and Domur, who has lost his armor, hides in the woods with a group of remnants of the defeated soldiers and prepares to cook food, when an army arrives.

Duomur panicked in her heart, and looked fixedly, it was a general of the Qiang tribe who led the army to arrive, put her mind at ease, and laughed, "It's a shame that the southerners blow the spirit and the ghost so god, what a treacherous fox general, what an undead on the battlefield, but so, if I will definitely set up an ambush here, even if I can't completely annihilate the opponent, I can also let it lose its troops." ”

"Kill, kill this group of Qiang thieves!"

There was a shout of killing, and a gray-robed middle-aged general with a group of infantry rushed out of the bushes and surrounded Duomur and the others.

Duomur was terrified, and hurriedly sent the Qiang generals who had just arrived to stop him, and he led his own guards to flee into the distance.

"King, there are two roads ahead, one to return to the tribe and the other to the border city of the southern country, which way do you want to go?"

The Qiang spies who had been sent to explore the path returned, looking at Duomur with countless panic in their eyes.

"Hmph, since the pursuers have not arrived, it means that one of these two roads must be ambushed, and the spirit must think that we dare not return to the tribe and set up an ambush on the border city road, and I prefer to do the opposite."

"Let's go, go back to the tribe."

The Qiang army began to march along the main road, and the men were hungry and exhausted, and when they passed a narrow path, Domur laughed again.

As a result, this time, before his laughter fell, Ling took Zhang Si to lead two thousand elite cavalry to block the intersection.

"Do you want to laugh at me for not setting up an ambush here to let you escape?!"

"You... How do you..."

Looking at Duomur, who couldn't say all the words in a panic, Ling Bai shook his head boredly, and with a finger of his hand, Zhang Si led the cavalry to kill the Qiang army that was about to run away.

Yes! Yes!

After a burst of screams, the Qiang army was all wiped out, Zhang Si came back with Duomur's head to restore his life, but Ling didn't even look at it, disgusted Zhang Si put it away, rode his horse and galloped with the army to join the ghosts, ready to go back to the capital to help Zi.