Just when Zhang Yu and his party entered the stronghold of the Claw tribe, outside Guangyao Town, a mighty boat was going down the Dan River, and the sails on the river were like a forest for a while, and there was no end in sight.

After receiving the military order signed by the governor, the administrative office, and the governor, the more than 40 towns in the middle and lower reaches of the Dan River were all mobilized.

In just two days, the size of the soldiers on the roster had reached more than 38,000 people, and the soldiers from each town were all coming down by boat to Guangyao Town.

The materials for this war were completely allocated by the administrative department, and they were transported along the artificial canals and the Dan River dug in the plains by the Metropolitan Protectorate for a hundred years.

Yang Ying had already rushed to Guangyao Town at this moment, when she took a hundred guards out of the city, there were too few people who disliked it at that time, but as the guards passed all the way with the military talisman, the people and horses around her swelled up like a snowball, even to the extent that she was afraid.

She didn't know how to march and lead the troops, nor did she know how to arrange the troops, but fortunately, she was very self-aware and didn't have a hot mind to blindly command, and handed over all the organization and scheduling to a few battalion managers arranged by An Youting around her to complete.

The camp manager came to the city at this time, hugged his fist at Yang Ying, who was standing here and watched, and said, "Captain Wei, at the latest the night after tomorrow, the people on the roster will be able to arrive, is there anything else that needs to be arranged by subordinates?"

Yang Ying came back to her senses, she tried her best to make a serious appearance, and said, "That'...... Well, by the way, when can I go?"

The camp manager said calmly and solemnly: "If the guard wants to go out now, then with the militia of Guangyao Town, we can gather 20,000 people, because the time is a little tight, we only have 60 artillery pieces and 5,000 guns in our hands, and the cavalry is only the thousand-person cavalry team of Guangyao Town, and there are more than 100 sacrifices from the Jianclaw tribe, as well as foreign gods, with all due respect to our subordinates, our upper strength is still very insufficient, and these forces are not enough to defeat them." ”

Yang Ying's confidence was very insufficient, her eyes wandered, and she said: "I, I just want to protect my husband and classmates, and I don't want to fight......

The battalion general said: "If it's just deterrence, then it's enough." ”

"Uh-huh," Yang Ying nodded repeatedly.

The camp manager said very calmly: "I also ask the guard lieutenant to draw up a specific departure time, and his subordinates can arrange it accordingly." ”

Yang Ying thought about it for a while, and whispered: "Can you leave at night......"

The camp manager looked at her expressionlessly.

Yang Ying avoided his gaze weakly, and after a while, she gritted her teeth, finally puffed up her breath, raised her head and said, "Tomorrow, tomorrow morning we will set off!"

Camp pipeline: "The subordinates suggested the end of Pingdan."

Yang Ying nodded immediately.

The camp manager saluted her and said solemnly: "My subordinates are going to arrange it." ”

Yang Ying breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him go, leaning against the city wall, she suddenly felt so tired from leading the troops to fight, and she was not as majestic as she had thought before.

Just then, she heard a melodious sound of trumpets in the wind, walked to the other side of the wall, and looked out. I saw columns of soldiers coming from the banks of the river and stationed in a selected place outside Guangyao Town, and at this time dense tents stretched out and spread out on this great plain, and the huge number created a particularly magnificent scenery.

She suddenly felt her heart settle down, and turned her head to look at the other side, "Sir, everyone, I will come to pick you up soon." ”

At nightfall, the Strongclaw tribe lit torches, and there were campfires outside the camp, and the plains glowed red in the twilight.

In the open space at the entrance of the camp, the two mongooses were in a drowsy state after eating their night food, but they seemed to have been stimulated by something, and suddenly became agitated, and then let out an angry roar.

Immediately two barbarians in charge of the care came to calm them, but they could not calm them down, and just as one of them tried to communicate the great chieftain, the two meerkats suddenly broke free from their restraints, stepped out of the symbolic fence, and trampled the man to pieces, and after smelling the blood, it seemed to release its nature, and roared and rammed through the camp.

The two behemoths suddenly caused chaos in the camp, and I don't know how many barbarians were trampled to death in the dark night, but fortunately it had only rained heavily, and the camp covered in mud did not cause a fire.

Zhang Yan was sitting in the large tent, wiping Xia Jian in his hand with a clean cloth, and he also heard the roar outside, but he was far away from the camp gate, and it could not be affected here for the time being.

Su Zhu had been sitting there with his eyes closed, and when he heard the voice, he just opened his eyes and listened slightly, and then ignored it.

Zhang Yu's action of wiping the sword is very soothing, as the communication between people and the sword becomes more and more intense, the heart lake is gradually enlarged.

At this time, he could feel that there were quite a few people approaching him, and among them, three huge and vicious auras were particularly strong, coming from the front one, which was already approaching the camp.

Outside the tent, there was the sound of Su Zhu's two disciples shouting, and the sound of swords and shields colliding,

He sat still, and Su Zhu, who was sitting not far away, looked at him, took out a short knife, stood up and walked out, and as he walked, a light flashed on his body.

Not long after the people went out, there were bursts of collision and crackling outside, mixed with shouts and screams.

Despite the fierce fighting and the turmoil here, the people of the Strongclaw tribe did not know if they were attracted by the two meerkats and attracted all their attention, and none of them came here.

Zhang Yu put down the cloth at this time, stood up with his sword, and then walked out step by step, and at the same time, a round of fluorescence rose on his body.

When he walked out of the tent, he saw broken shields and swords and spears all over the ground, and about twenty barbarian corpses, but there, there was also a barbarian with a long black feather tied on his head, a beak mask on his face, and a blood-colored feather on his body, but his size was twice as tall as a normal person, and his whole body was shrouded in a layer of blood-colored mist.

Su Zhu and his two disciples were confronting him in front of him, their expressions were extremely solemn, they had just tried, no matter how they attacked, they couldn't break through the layer of blood mist barrier on this giant's body, and its strength was incomparably huge, and its body was unexpectedly flexible, not as bloated as it looked.

Zhang Yu glanced at the outfit of this huge barbarian, and immediately recognized its origin, "Blood Feather Warrior? It turned out to be the remnant of the Ancient Kingdom of Blood Yang. ”

He took a breath, the fluorescence on his body seemed to be a little brighter, and he pressed his center of gravity down slightly, and then, with a force under his feet, the whole person had turned into a flash of light, shooting towards the giant!

Su Zhu was taken aback, and exclaimed urgently: "Senior Brother Zhang is careful, he is not afraid of ......"

Before he could speak, there seemed to be a flash of lightning in mid-air, and at the same time, there seemed to be a sound of being cut off, and a huge head was already flying in the air!

The man's massive body shook a few times, and then he fell, making a dull thud, and the blood rushing from the broken neck flowed to the ground, but it made a snorting sound, and the surrounding mud was suddenly rotted in a large area around it.

Zhang Yuyi made a sword contribution, but there was no surprise on his face.

The Blood Feather Warrior is very powerful, and the feathers and blood mist on his body can also resist swords and guns like the spiritual coat of a spiritual creature, but it can't stop a magic weapon like Xia Jian from slashing, and it is not surprising that there is such a result.

In fact, the earliest imaginary enemies of this magic weapon when it was refined were these things.

However, this is just taking advantage of their unpreparedness, the reason why the Blood Feather Warrior is called a warrior is because he is good at various fighting techniques, and he also has some incredible abilities.

At this time, he was in mid-air, and before he could hit the ground, suddenly a huge figure squeezed out of the shadow on the left, and a huge hoe in his hand slashed at him.

He came completely silently, and the timing was just right.

Zhang Yu gently waved his arm outward, his body soothed in the air and turned halfway, and then the sword was like a long whip, retracted and flicked, and the first half of the slap slapped on the hoe, and the huge knife momentum was actually missed by his blow, and he himself borrowed the force to go backwards.

At this moment, in the darkness, another hoe struck from the upper right, and brought a strong wind pressure.

He stood on tiptoe, stood firmly, and at the same time raised his arm slightly, swinging the sword sideways, and with a bang, it actually held the fierce-looking knife momentum, but the mud that was forced open under his feet fully illustrated the power of the blow.

The huge figure struck to no avail, so he pushed the hoe forward, poking the sharp part of the tip towards Zhang Yu, and at the same time stepped forward with his foot, pushing it hard, trying to compress his dodge space.

Zhang Yu staggered a step slightly, and then avoided the frontal edge, and at the same time shook the blade of the sword, and then took a step forward quickly, and a sword was pointed at his chest.

Rumble!

It was just a simple sword, but there was a loud muffled sound.

The huge body paused, obviously there was only a small dot on his chest, but behind him, a huge hole appeared, and it could be seen that countless bloody feathers were shattered in mid-air, fluttering and falling.

Zhang Yu maintained the posture of the sword, his sword, all the strength of his body condensed to the tip of the sword, and in an instant with the sword burst out, this is not only a sword that controls the power to the extreme, but also a sword that combines mental strength and divine energy.

A moment later, the giant took a few steps back, boomed, and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the last Blood Feather Warrior pulled the deviant hoe out of the mud, he looked at the field, and saw that Zhang Yu, Su Zhu and others were looking at him, he was silent for a moment, and did not choose to attack again, but turned around and ran.

It's the right choice, if there is no chance of victory on the field, and no one gives them a death order, they will not fight to the end.

At the same time, his size was shrinking rapidly, but his speed was increasing, but at the same time, their ability to defend was also decreasing.

Zhang Yu raised his sword, looked ahead, and was about to make a move, but his heart moved slightly, and he put his hand down.

As the Bloodfeather Warrior passed through a tent, he saw a tall figure in a bear's skin suddenly take a step across and stop his way, allowing the great momentum to crash against him, but he stood motionless, and then he stretched out his hands and took the Bloodfeather Warrior, raised it horizontally, and then tore it apart with both hands, and let the corrosive blood flow on his cheeks and body.

The man threw away the two corpses, wiped his face, and walked forward to a bright place. He looked at Zhang Yu and the others, opened his mouth, showed a smile, and said in Tianxia language: "I am Ekuru, the great chief of the Strongclaw Tribe, the descendants of the gods from Tianxia, it seems that you are the guests I am waiting for. ”

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