its 097: My name is Muyun
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On the square, the soldiers, commanded by thousands of people and fighting with the soldiers, suddenly disappeared in an instant.
The dead who are smoking, the injured who are still struggling, the horse, the long knife, the sledgehammer... Everything suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.
With the disappearance of these soldiers, the Shenmiaomen side immediately fell into an unfavorable situation. It seemed that the Fu Juzhang soldiers had been prepared for the disappearance of the enemy soldiers. Under the leadership of a hundred generals, they attacked with all their strength and immediately suppressed the momentum of the Shenmiaomen.
"What's going on?" Elder Wang shouted in panic, "Why did the reinforcements disappear at once?"
"Damn it, it's not good!" Elder Liu roared and commanded the soldiers to protect themselves while fighting with the enemy.
Cheng Xing star stared at the mirror of the battlefield and couldn't speak for a long time. He couldn't understand why these soldiers suddenly disappeared.
Is it that Shan Linhua suddenly took away the lent soldiers? There is no such reason! He frowned and was nervous for a while.
Holding the borrowing order tightly, he kept sending the power of the tiger talisman into the borrowing order, but he could not get any response. There was nothing else in the tiger talisman except his power.
He was shocked, his hand trembled, and the order had fallen to the ground.
"Is it... is it Uncle Shan..."
He said to himself in a sconden and suddenly shook his head: "How is it possible? How is it possible? But how to explain it?"
The enemy's soldiers became extremely brave in an instant. Whether it was a real soldier or a relatively weak person created by reinforcement skills, they shouted and rushed over together. The numerical advantage seems to be able to sweep the magic door in a short time.
"This is not possible!" Long Lao gritted his teeth, roared, and rushed up to the enemy, but the target was the leader of the 100 generals.
The greater the number of soldiers, the more difficult it is for the general division to command. Therefore, the existence of the legion * officer becomes very important. If the general officer can be killed, then the combat effectiveness of the legion will be more or less reduced, which is the most clever combat method.
But at the same time, it is also the most dangerous method, because like the real army, the soldiers of the generals will desperately protect their generals from harm.
Long Lao has been in the battlefield for a long time. When Shan Linhua's soldiers disappeared, he already understood what had happened, so he also made a desperate choice at the first time.
Only by fighting for your life can you win this battle!
More than a dozen soldiers blocked Long Lao's footsteps. Long Lao's eyebrows wrinkled and his claws repeatedly knocked these guys to the ground in a moment, but his side ribs were also shot by the other party. A wisp of smoke floated gently. Long Lao waved his hand and rushed forward.
"Mom, fight!" Elder Liu shouted, "Guys, today is death, and you have to die like a man!"
With that, he pulled out a long knife from his waist, shouted, and rushed to the enemy with his soldiers, but he was ready to sacrifice his life.
"Never let that thief look down on us!" Elder Wang also shouted and pulled out his sword.
Under their guidance, all the people of Shenmiaomen made desperate preparations. Everyone was red-eyed, roaring like a killing god, and fighting with the enemy with weapons.
However, this kind of blood boiling becomes meaningless in the face of the huge difference in quantity.
The soldiers fell down one by one, and the doormen also continued to stain the earth with blood and died with hatred. Fu Juzhang sat in the military tent in the distant forest, looked at the mirror of the battlefield, gritted his teeth and smiled, "The bastards of the little rural sect, this is the price for you dare to make me suffer this great humiliation!"
The beam of light was shining, and Long Lao had to use that move under the siege of dozens of soldiers. The four yellows wrapped in light shot in all directions, and immediately more than a dozen soldiers flew out. The dragon roared and danced his claws. In a blink of an eye, more than 20 soldiers beside him were either broken by the neck or their chests were broken.
He rushed forward bravely. After killing nearly 50 soldiers, he finally approached a hundred generals. The hundred general calmed his face, shook his long gun in his palm, and stabbed Long Lao, while more than a dozen soldiers blocked Long Lao's back and left and right retreat, and stabbed Long Lao with guns together.
Long Lao raised his left arm and clamped two long guns. His body turned quickly and led the two soldiers, staggered along with him, and finally was thrown out.
The hundred generals saw the opportunity and suddenly stabbed a shot on the left leg of the old dragon. In the roar, the old man turned up halfway with his head. At the same time, he suddenly broke the long gun. At the same time, he rushed to the general, and his claw fell in the air and smashed the head of the general.
After landing, Long Lao stretched out his hand and pulled the long gun out of his leg. After flashing the long gun stabbed by several soldiers, he thrown out the broken gun. Because it was close, he stabbed a soldier upside down, but then he was surrounded by dozens of soldiers who rushed up.
After being shot in the thigh, Long Lao's movement flashed, which was obviously not as good as before. He gasped and still rushed to death. He knocked down the enemy soldiers in the gun forest again and again.
"Is it a soldier?" In Lin Zhongjun's tent, Fu Juzhang looked at Long Lao with smoke floating on his thigh. First, he was shocked, and then puzzled. Such a strong soldier is afraid that he is not a lieutenant, but also a thousand people. They have such a powerful general, why do they only release generals and not soldiers?
In surprise, he slowly shook his head and smiled coldly: "I understand that the army of this division must have been lost in a certain battle, and only this general is left. Hey hey, wonderful door, you must want to make friends with this master, that's why you took him in here, right? Unfortunately, he hasn't recovered his strength, and I'm already here! He can kill a general who has reached at least a thousand levels. Hey hey, I will add a brilliant stroke to my life record!"
"This doesn't work, it doesn't work!" Cheng Xingxing looked at the mirror of the battlefield and was so anxious that tears were about to come out. Naturally, the sweat was already on his face.
Zheng Zheng sat next to him tiredly, looked up at Long Lao in the mirror of the battlefield, and couldn't help crying: "Grandpa hurts. Brother, save Grandpa quickly. Don't let the bad guys beat Grandpa..."
Long Lao is not only a soldier who has become a star, but also a mentor, an elder and a friend. Cheng Xing star is watching him fight in blood. The situation is getting worse and worse. The pain and anxiety in his heart are absolutely unimaginable by outsiders.
He clenched his fist and pounded the table hard. He stood up. His teeth were clicked by him, and the flames burned everywhere in his tiger rune space, as if he wanted to break through the limitations of the space and spewed out of it.
"I just watched Mr. Long fall like this, and there's nothing I can do?" Cheng Xingxing thought painfully, "Is this the general? Is this the general? No, no, the real generals can use the art of war to help their soldiers, and can send more soldiers to protect important generals, but what about me? What kind of general am I? Mr. Long is in danger, but I can't do anything!"
He began to hate himself for being so incompetent. He inherited the powerful power of Qin Zheng, but he couldn't play it at all!
Unconsciously, his right hand had covered his left upper arm. He grabbed his skin and flesh hatefully, as if he wanted to tear the tiger charm pattern off his arm.
"The same door of the Divine Gate, tonight, even if the Divine Gate is destroyed, the sky and the earth will always remember our fearlessness at this moment!"
Elder Liu cut down a soldier with a knife and shouted up to the sky. However, as soon as this heroic speech was completed, a long gun had been stabbed into his right arm. He immediately lost half of his body and fell to the ground.
His only ten remaining soldiers immediately rushed up and desperately rescued him from the tip of the enemy's gun, two of whom were stabbed by several enemy soldiers.
"I'm looking at it like this. I can't do anything?" Cheng Xing said to himself in pain. The blood-stained robe in front of him made him feel that he was about to collapse.
"Brother, you have to hold on. If you are afraid, Grandpa will definitely die..." Zheng Zheng cried and pulled his sleeve desperately. You have to be strong, as long as you are strong, you will not be afraid of bad guys; as long as you are strong, you will have strength. There is nothing to be afraid of, there is!"
When Cheng Xing star looked at the expedition, he suddenly felt that he was really a waste. Not only was he not as good as Long Lao, but he was even as good as the expedition!
"At least, we are also the ones who inherited the power of Qin Zheng, right?" Cheng Xingxing thought about the words of the expedition and understood that this was actually a hint. If he can't be strong, if he can't control his strength with a strong will, then everything will be over!
The flame in the tiger rune immediately rose up. He clenched his teeth and unconsciously burned the dark shadows in the tiger rune with the flame, forging it into a new human figure.
It is in the final stage, the sudden strengthening of the fire, and the humanoid that is about to be burned...
"Come on, I don't believe it. I can never control you!" He roared and grabbed his left arm with his right hand. In the pain of the body and the strong pain of the heart, the flame suddenly dispersed, and a human figure condensed and formed in the tiger charm space.
With a sound like a broken glass, a tall man stood quietly in front of the star.
The man has a cold face, slender eyebrows and eyes, a towering and straight nose, and extremely white skin. He was wearing a blue and white robe, his long hair hung down to his waist, gently waved a feather fan in his hand, and looked coldly as a star.
"Is this... a new soldier?" Cheng Xingxing raised his head and looked at him in a stunned manner.
"Don't you think time is tight now?" The man said coldly, "My general, introduce myself. My name is Muyun, and I'm Long Lao's fellow comrade-in-arms. If you don't send me to the battlefield, I'm afraid Long Lao will be finished. In that case, I will always hate you."
"Ah?" Cheng Xingxing looked at the man who claimed to be Muyun with a blank face.