Not to mention Yang Xiaole, an outsider, even the aboriginal residents in the city have not been able to feel the baptism of war a few times.

"City Lord, the number of people has been counted, and you can leave at any time!"

Zhou Yuezhen stood in front of a group of soldiers, put on a unique combat armor, and looked a little more handsome than before.

"Cut, if the master wears it, he will definitely be more handsome than him, and he can't support such a big responsibility. ”

Huo'er snorted coldly, Yang Xiaole didn't care, he didn't want to be a city patrol general who was affected by this, and he was still doing things for others, he would rather do a little business.

In fact, it is precisely because he didn't contribute any money every time that Yang Xiaole had a misunderstanding of the business he did, whether it was from the selection of the location or the beginning of the investment, he didn't participate much, and sat down on a bar street, almost emptying the city lord's mansion, can the city lord not be blushing.

"Okay, from now on, everyone who has the strength to fight will go to the outskirts of the city to fight, and the rest of the old and weak women and children will stay in the city, waiting for our big guy to return triumphantly!"

The city lord gave an order, and all the soldiers also echoed it, Yang Xiaole looked back at the people behind him, especially Huo'er, and he specially instructed.

"Hear no, the old and weak, women and children are not allowed to go to the battlefield, don't let the West Ancestral City laugh at us that we are no one, and we have to take women out to make up for it. And your identity can't come forward, you are a little fox, if outsiders see it, the situation on our side will not be good. ”

"I know the master, I will wait for you to come back at home, don't worry, if someone dares to take advantage of the fire to rob at this time, I will definitely burn him to the ground!"

Huo'er raised his little fist, and his little face was full of righteous indignation, it seems that what happened last time hit this girl quite hard.

Yang Xiaole didn't say much, his eyes swept over Yang Wenrui and Zhang Ling one by one, he was still not at ease, and looked at Yang Wenrui with deep frowns.

"Oh, don't worry, there are so many people here to protect me, are you still afraid that I will die violently?" Yang Wenrui stepped forward and gave his cousin a soothing hug, patted him on the shoulder twice and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, I'll take care of it here in the Yangliu Immortal Realm, and I'll take care of it again Miss Huo'er, it's all right." ”

Yang Wenrui refuses to return to the world over there Yang Xiaole has no choice, he can't forcibly tie people back, and the bar street here has just opened, Huo'er and Zhang Ling are not very familiar with the process and the like, so they can only be handled by Yang Wenrui himself.

The final difference before the war ended here, Yang Xiaole, as a person with status, status and strength, enjoyed the same fast-horse level treatment as the city lord, at least half a day earlier than those ordinary qi refining soldiers.

The battlefield is more cruel than Yang Xiaole imagined, what he saw on the TV series before was too fake, and the smell of blood alone was difficult to accept.

"Brother Yang is the first time I've seen this kind of scene, I see that your face is pale, why don't we go to the camp to rest for a while, and let this little brother ease down first." ”

"Well, it's still early anyway, so let's go and rest first. ”

The city lord's words focused everyone's attention on Yang Xiaole, Yang Xiaole had to admit that he was a rookie after all, and the bloody scene in front of him was something he had never heard of or seen, and now he realized that the TV series was not real at all, and this real battlefield was not reflected at all.

Yang Xiaole will never treat himself badly, although his face will also be important, but now he is about to vomit to his stomach, it is better to take a break, everything must have a process of adaptation, how can it be achieved overnight?

In less than half a day, all those ordinary soldiers had arrived, although they were relatively tired, but their enthusiasm for going to the battlefield for the first time was still so high.

"The current situation is relatively passive, with the West Temple in front and the Flying Snow City on the left, so let's assign it first, so as not to be caught off guard when we get it. ”

The city lord, as a person with battlefield experience in the early years, took out the city defense map and a small stick and spread it out on the table and began to analyze the current situation.

Yang Xiaole sat aside with his chest crossed, his face was much better, but he was very unoptimistic about the situation they were in now, and he didn't know if it was his delusion, he always felt that this city lord's arrangement was very unreasonable.

"This is the center of the general battlefield, and it is also the most vulnerable place, so it is up to me and Brother Yang to guard it, the strength of the two of us is comparable, what do you think?"

"I have an objection. Yang Xiaole raised his arm, and found that this action seemed to be a little redundant, so he put his hand down awkwardly and pointed to the coordinates on the map and asked, "Since we all know that this place is the easiest to expose, why do you want to make a fuss about this place?"

"I think the West Shrine and Feixue may be more willing to attack from other corners with weaker defenses and choose the least sacrifice, this truth won't be unknown to the city lord, right?"

How could he not know? The city lord's face gradually became gloomy, and it was not that others did not know about this matter, but he was the city lord, and how to arrange it was his business, and no one dared to question him like this.

"Are you sure there's a problem? I'm the manager, whatever I say is what's going on, you've never been to a war, and it's normal to not know what's at stake, so listen to me and don't interrupt. ”

The city lord's eyes carried a hint of warning, if Yang Xiaole didn't understand what his purpose was, he would have been in the upper class for a few days before.

"City Lord, do you want to ...... Is the communiqué a personal vendetta?" Yang Xiaole stood up, but a fluttering sentence came out as if with murderous intent, looked directly at the man in front of him and asked, "You want to attack me, so you deliberately want me to be a shield?"

"I'm the boss, my decision-making is an order, you have to obey, everyone here has no opinion, but if you want to interrupt and question me, can I suspect that you are picking quarrels and provoking trouble. ”

The momentum on the city lord's body suddenly burst out and was on par with Yang Xiaole's, even if he was ugly in front of everyone, he was now the boss, and he was still so faceless, he saw that Yang Xiaole deliberately wanted to make himself unable to get off the stage.

"I think Brother Yang is right. Yan Shou stood up, bent his knees to push the stool out for a distance, and walked to Yang Xiaole's side, and said: "City Lord, I think you obviously have the factor of communiqué and personal vendettas, I think it's better for us to distinguish between public and private, otherwise it will be the people in the city who will suffer in the end, you shouldn't want to lose your prestige in front of everyone, right?"

Strictly guarding the last sentence can be said to be a threat, but he doesn't have any consciousness of this strict observance, or what he wanted at the beginning was such an effect.