The young man did not waste time chasing after him, but returned to the door of the sheepfold.

"Guys, let's go."

He naturally called the shots.

"Tidy up the carts outside, and bring livestock, carts, and grain."

As soon as the word was spoken, no one followed.

"What to go? We're in the city. ”

The scar-faced man, who had just gotten up, pointed to the wall behind him.

"Even if you can fight, can you beat the soldiers of Pang County?"

"If you have the guts to pick up the knives and guns, let's fight with them, and you won't lose ...... to kill one."

He said hatefully, ignoring the blood on his forehead, and went to pick the armor from the corpses of the soldiers.

The young man ignored the guy and only looked at the others who had shrunk into a ball.

The old man in the circle had no expression.

It's like driftwood that has been floating in the water for a long time, and it rots my heart.

The adults put their arms around the children, their eyes wandering, and they didn't dare to be the first to respond.

And the children's eyes were straight, they did not dare to cry, they only trembled.

The young man's heart was blocked.

"Are you willing to go to Yunlan City?"

He asked softly.

"What kind of labor can be performed by the disabled?"

This time, many people shook their heads.

It was as if they had finally regained their hearing.

"You can't stay in Pang County."

The young man said in a pronounced tone.

Then he was also silent.

Leaving Pang County, where else can these people go?

Recently, the largest "rebel army" is Niutou Mountain.

"Then how about I send you to Niutou Mountain?"

When he said this, the young man himself laughed.

"Go, why don't you go?"

The scar-faced man spoke loudly.

The people in the sheepfold finally moved slowly.

One by one, they came out and began to move grain bags and prepare vehicles.

Then, the sound of noisy footsteps sounded in the distance.

Fifty or sixty heavily armed soldiers came down the narrow street.

"That's the white-faced boy!"

The shouting was hard and clear.

Many civilians immediately abandoned their carts and retreated into the sheepfold.

"Don't be afraid, wait!"

The young man threw down his voice and took the initiative to catch up.

Pang County heard the sound of a magnificent fire.

The fire cloud palm burst out.

Five people in the first row were beaten into mobile torches.

Then a large stream of sand was pulled up from the bluestone cracks in the street, forming a tide and rushing forward.

The battle array was torn apart.

The soldiers were washed by the dense sand thorns that rained down.

The shouting was hoarse.

Only one by one red flowers bloom on the gold leaf.

Those who witnessed all this naturally pronounced the young man's name.

"Hong Fan ......"

"It's Chisha Hongfan!"

"It's on the list!"

These voices are like the keys that finally unlock the invisible shackles of the people in the sheepfold.

They poured out of the wooden gate again, soothing the animals and harnessing the vehicles.

A convoy of more than 100 people slowly moved along the path.

The bodies of the dead soldiers lay on the side of the road.

Death is common in Huaiyang Kingdom, and no one covers the child's eyes.

In front of the East City Gate, more than 300 sergeants fortified the road.

The city was lined with archers.

Beneath the city are the fangs and claws of the horses, and the array of spears that are like a forest.

Pang Xian put on spiked armor.

Hong Fan led the convoy slowly over.

At dusk, the wind through the city is tight, and both the offensive and defensive sides are solemn.

The hand holding the reins tightened unconsciously.

The cattle and horses slowed down and stopped dozens of feet outside the city gate.

The scar-faced man stood beside Hong Fan with a short spear and a light armor stripped off the dead man's body.

But even he, looking at the battle on the other side at this time, felt that his throat was dry and he couldn't speak.

Hong Fan turned his head and looked at the hundred people behind him.

The hundred people were speechless, only looking back quietly.

"Brother, can you take us out?"

A seven or eight-year-old doll asked.

Hong Fan looked at him, only to feel that the words weighed a thousand pounds, and it was difficult to speak.

The doll was pulled back into the arms of the father.

"Childe Mo Chou ......"

The dark-faced man squeezed out a smile.

"I can work, but I can do it as a servitude."

When Hong Fan heard this, his mind seemed to flicker.

What promises, vows, right or sorry, it doesn't matter for a moment.

How can it be considered deception to give hope?

"Yes."

He stretched out his fist to the doll and said the best words in the brightest of tones.

"Wu Zhitianjiao, never deceives people!"

Hong Fan turned around and forced towards the city gate.

After rejecting the horse, the captain surnamed Lu waved his hand.

The first three rounds of the city were shot.

The barren sand armor ate it all, and then shook off a body of arrows.

A hundred-man team crossed the rejection and came up in a dense formation.

Speechless.

Hong Fan silently accelerated, and his fingers whipped, breaking the three spear heads.

Start kicking the sand.

The two men in front of him covered their faces and fell.

Lunge cannon fist.

Even a man with a shield pierced.

The scorching sand shattered.

Seven people lost their combat power.

Under the sniper arrows that penetrated and were good hands in the city defense army, Hong Fan killed 27 people step by step, until the city was fifteen zhang.

There were seventy-three more in the hundreds.

But even if there is a top boss watching behind them, they don't dare to go on it again.

Guy was stained with blood, and the identity of the comer was about to come out.

"I didn't expect to meet the star lord in Bang Tianjiao and the star master in this poor countryside of Pang County."

The lieutenant said loudly after rejecting the horse.

"A certain Lu Zhi, Xi is the captain of this county."

"Jin Hai, Hong Beom."

Hong Fan dispersed his helmet and replied with four words.

"Please borrow it."

Hearing this, Lu Zhi glanced at the civilian convoy in the distance.

"Pang County Chengchi is low, Hong Shaoxia can pass by if he thinks about it, but Lu can't stop it."

He said.

"It's not just me who has to pass, but the next 100 people have to pass too."

Hong Fan pointed to each other.

"They can't get by."

Lu Zhi shook his head.

"If you can't get by, you have to get by."

Hong Fan Ning returned to his helmet.

The scene cooled down again.

While the two were talking, two or three hundred people gathered at the crossings on the left and right of the city gate.

Even the rear of the convoy was approached by a hundred people, but they did not dare to act without orders.

The balance of power is completely unbalanced.

"Hong Shaoxia."

Lu Zhi's momentum grew.

"As you can see, Lu has seven hundred elites on hand."

"I have a word, even if you are arrogant, you will die if you fall into battle!"

With the blessing of true qi, his voice was very majestic.

Hong Fan did not refute.

"Your Excellency is right."

He swept his gaze over the enemy formation, discerning weapons and marking warriors.

Then, Hong Fan thinned the sand armor, turned around and picked up two four-meter-long iron spears and held them in his hands.

On the Dragon Soul Tree, the only fruit shook slightly.

Lu Zhi smiled.

He could see that the other party was planning to reduce the consumption of true qi as much as possible.

"One person alone against seven hundred is a sure loser."

Hong Fan stood on the long street and replied calmly.

"Lay down my life here, and I can kill up to two hundred."

He said, pointing his spear forward.

"Captain Lu, Hong Fan's good head is here, and he will give two hundred lives in exchange!"

Its sound is fierce, far-reaching, igniting the sunset.

Lu Zhi's momentum was suffocated, and shame and anger swelled in his heart.

He was about to give the order to besiege him, but he saw the eyes of the soldiers around him flickering, and they were all peeking at him.

Especially the foot soldiers at the front, the predecessors squeezed the back, and all of them retracted into the horse rejection formation.

[Morale is not available.] 】

Lu Zhi immediately understood.

If you use human life to consume true qi, you can defeat the strong with the weak, and everyone understands this truth.

The question is, who out of the 700 wants to go to the 200 in front of him?

More than two dozen corpses were lying in the streets, not a single wound had been succumbed.

From the perspective of ordinary soldiers, Chisha's combat power is like an ocean, bottomless.

(End of chapter)