Naturally, no one can answer the question of Dou Victory Zhenjun, and Ye Zhiqiu also knows that the hidden mystery is unusual, and he has the intention to put pressure on Bian Ji, the general of the Huguan Pass, forcing him to ask the master behind him, Xuan Youdao to come out of the mountain.

Later, the battle damage of the camps of all armies was unified and sent to the commander by a special person, Ye Zhiqiu took a look and found that there were more than 100 wounded, and the number of dead was only one palm, but the number of enemy troops killed was as high as 200.

"Except for the few cave ghost soldiers who were killed by the Dao soldiers with spells, the Huguan defenders who attacked our army's camp at night this time were almost unharmed. If you don't understand the enemy's situation and don't attack the characteristics, you will misjudge the situation, and all the soldiers must not be careless!"

Due to the early preparations for the enemy's night attack, this new army of Doubu, which was advancing westward, was quickly restored to wartime formation after being broken through by the enemy's retreat. The battalion commanders will send people to treat the wounded, clean up the battlefield, clean up the mess, everything is in order, and there is no indication that there has been a battle of intestines.

The soldiers of the light and dark sentry, after Ye Zhiqiu cleared the yin qi that permeated the camp with a word, got rid of the corpse-like "soul loss disorder" one after another, and recovered one by one.

It didn't take long for a group of soldiers who were waiting outside Huguan to try to steal the city retreat in embarrassment, and the shadows behind them followed many Huguan defenders longingly, and they turned out to be the ghost soldiers of Shangdong who went and returned.

Song Xian, who was forcibly ordered by Ye Zhiqiu to stay in the camp to defend, found that there was no figure of Bian Ji, the general of the pot guard, and suddenly became bold, took a thirty-two pound dripping water dipped in a silver gun from the hands of the guards, and suddenly rushed out of his camp.

At the right time, the gun came out of the nest like a poisonous snake, and the person went down the mountain like a tiger, and Song Xian actually went up the river alone and rushed into the ghost soldiers in the upper cave.

There are many figures around, I don't know how many people there are, but Song Xian, who is eager to show himself, relies on his strength, takes advantage of the dripping water of the weapon in his hand and dips the silver spear, and is a Taoist warlock who has found a good friend, and deliberately blessed the evil spell, not afraid of the crowd at all, and violently casts a night battle in all directions.

In a moment, Song Xian fired twelve shots in a row, and the cold rays of the spears were shrouded in all directions, and the seven ghost soldiers in the upper cave who were besieging in front reacted, but their hands and feet did not follow, and they were split, chopped, stabbed, and poked in an instant, and the blood plasma and flesh splattered out in all directions, scattered all over the ground.

At this time, the evil spell attached to the tip of the spear suddenly erupted, and the ghost soldiers of Shangdong who were staying in the body of the Huguan defenders suddenly howled miserably and fled from the host's body in a hurry.

Wisps of black smoke miasma came out of the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, condensing into a ball on the top of the head, manifesting a distorted ghostly ghost, and the wounded parts canceled each other out due to the evil breaking charm, and the wound not only did not heal, but slowly melted, and it was believed that the immortal would also be seriously injured.

The hammered spellbinding weapon, which was originally extremely hard, was actually rounded by Song Xian at this time, and accelerated in a circle around his waist, like an arrow from the string shooting towards a ghost soldier who seemed to be the leader.

I only heard a snort, a cloud of black smoke and miasma, without the cover of the body, evaporated on the spot under the power of the evil breaking charm.

The dripping water dipped in the silver spear continued to rush forward, piercing a soldier of the Huguan garrison who had turned and fled, and the tip of the spear was pierced through his back, piercing out of the middle of his chest to the left, and pinning him forward to the ground.

Hou Cheng, Wei Xu, Cao Xing and others saw Song Xian showing his might, expressing his depressed sullenness, and couldn't help but applaud him, but when they saw the boss Dou defeating Zhenjun, they also looked over, nodded lightly, and showed an approving smile on their faces, and their applause couldn't help but stop abruptly.

It can be said that human affection is as warm as a sail, and the boat of friendship will overturn. The three of them were still worried about their friends, but in the blink of an eye, they were saddened that he was valued by Ye Zhiqiu.

Hou Cheng's riding skills have already reached the realm of the unity of men and horses, thinking that his strength is superb, not inferior to the power of the bull Song Xian, and he is proficient in horse language, and the enemy cavalry can easily make him fall off the horse, just like a man who is proficient in "calling the name and falling off the horse".

Wei Xu has the "White Tiger Devouring Beast Armor", which can rebound all sword weapons and weapons, except for the strange tricks that hurt people secretly, against any enemy is to give up all defenses, and the momentum is like a fierce tiger in the mountains to launch a full attack, and he was actually trained by him in the battle array A unique mad martial arts, but also a faction of its own, the style affects the soldiers under his command, and it is really the strongest in the whole army.

As for Cao Xing, the leader of the Flying Feather Battalion, the arrows have always been not in vain, and after attaching the Taiyin True Qi, the power of the arrows is no less than that of the bed crossbow, and the second-stage explosion of the arrows is even comparable to the Xuanmen palm thunder.

They all think that their skills are good, but they have no chance to perform, and now they find that Song Xian is valued by the coach, and they may be given many benefits, after all, the current Song Xian only has the power of a bull, and there are two three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and even the power of nine bulls and two tigers waiting for him.

Hou Cheng and the three of them exchanged glances tacitly at a short distance: "We can't let Song Xian come out on top, we and the four of us are born and camped, so we should advance and retreat together!"

The ghost soldiers of the upper cave who counterattacked were finally killed by Song Xian, and they turned around and fled again in a panic, and the gloomy figure was quickly engulfed by the dark night, and even the weapons were too heavy, so they were abandoned and thrown on the ground on the spot.

"Wow", the cymbals of Qingyue far away, this is the order of Mingjin to withdraw the troops, Song Xian, who has been fighting for a long time, instantly calmed down, remembering that he did not obey the commander's order, and rushed out of the camp alone, I am afraid that there is some hindrance.

At this moment, Song Xian saw a group of personal soldiers under his command coming over, tacitly cleaning up the mess and sorting out the loot, he nodded lightly, and silently turned around and returned to the camp.

On the way back, Song Xian saw his dejected colleague, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be the one who was originally lying outside Huguan City and trying to steal the city, presumably unsuccessfully, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the same disease, stretched out his hand on his shoulder, and patted it lightly as an encouragement.

The man's face was extremely ugly, under the black light, his eyes were a little sloppy, obviously he was scared of being killed by the ghost soldiers in the upper cave who returned from the road, and perhaps he was also angered by the Huguan guard Bian Ji's anger.

After all, less than thirty percent of the two teams of 200 soldiers under his command could still come back intact, and the rest were wounded, and many of them were even unconscious, as if they had lost their souls.

"Bian Ji, the guard general of Huguan, is also a well-known Taoist general, how could the Guancheng defended by him be so easy to steal, he really underestimated this person and overestimated himself. It's okay, the coach is magnificent, he won't be harsh on you, just remember this lesson in the future. ”

This new army has its own system, after the wounded have returned to the camp several times, the seriously wounded have Taoist soldiers who also practice medical skills to be responsible for treatment, bones, tendons, sewing skin, and Taoist forensic techniques are applied, and most of the injuries are immediately healed, and the rest is to recuperate with peace of mind. As for the soldiers with minor injuries, there are also military doctors who are responsible for taking care of them.

Ye Zhiqiu's doppelganger, Dou Shengsheng Zhenjun sat down in the big tent of the Chinese army, and Hou Cheng, Song Xian, Wei Xu, Cao Xing and other battalion commanders came to report the gains and losses of the anti-night attack battle in accordance with the order.

However, no matter what they said, the boss was silent, and it was not until Yang Ye, the young general who failed to steal the pass, and was scattered by the enemy's rout, stated what happened, Ye Zhiqiu nodded and waved his hand lightly.

"From this point of view, Dao General Bian Ji is indeed a fierce opponent! You go down and rest, wait for tomorrow to set up a formation, fight in front of the pass, and then divide the high and low. ”

Hou Cheng and the others were suddenly surprised and inexplicable, but they didn't dare not listen, and hurriedly took a few steps back, turned around and walked out of the coach's tent.

Yang Ye's defeat and loss won the unanimous sympathy of Hou Cheng and others, but unfortunately he didn't listen to it, just a few perfunctory words. After walking away, there was a distance from the big tent of the Chinese army, and Yang Ye couldn't help but burst into tears.

However, when he returned to his former military camp, Yang Ye had already wiped away his tears and pretended to be fine, but unfortunately his red and swollen eyes had already betrayed him. Later, when his mood calmed down, Yang Ye immediately went to the wounded barracks to visit his injured brothers.

At the same time, Ye Zhiqiu's clone, Dou defeated Zhenjun with Dacheng's Qi Hope Technique, checked the military qi of the camp, and found that the enemy's night attack not only did not damage the winning streak of battles, but also sharpened the domineering spirit of continuous leakage, but sharpened the sharper and sharper edge.

"The military heart is available! Now is the right time, get up!"

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help nodding secretly, and suddenly used his secret technique, stretched out his hand to grab the high military qi that filled the camp, and actually transformed into a military qi primordial god that rivaled the Yin God Realm monks.

It's a pity that there is only the upper body, perhaps because the number of this new army of the Doubu is less than 10,000, only more than 5,000, so it can't show the whole picture.

Ye Zhiqiu looked up and saw that the military spirit was actually a python-headed human body, covered with shield-shaped scales, fingers and claws like hooks, and the divine appearance of a red snake wrapped around his waist, which looked like a co-worker of one of the twelve ancestral witches, and couldn't help but nod secretly.