Just having the skills is not enough, you also need time to improve your realm. and. The current team is too weak and cannot match the quality of the frontier army, so it needs to gain an advantage in terms of numbers. Xu Xi turned around, and the heroic girl was beside him. Lead the team into the snow again. "call--" "call--" The wind came in waves, making the ears freeze. All the breath he exhaled formed a white mist. Along the vast border, there are still many "sinful people" who are struggling to survive and eager to live. There is no shortage of food in the world, and hungry people will eventually come together to form the edge of rebellion.
"Brother Xu, I'm hungry again." "...Aniu, has your appetite increased recently?" "Hehehe, I'm stupid, I only know how to eat." The sound of conversation was gradually covered by the wind and snow. More distant, more subtle. Until it completely disappeared into the vast white world. … … Two months later, the winter became even colder and bitter. The strong wind swept the snowflakes, which hurt my face. Border soldiers who were ordered to station at the border to resist the evil spirits who guarded the criminals. They all found old and worn-out clothes. Wrap it around your face. Leave room only for your eyes and nose. Sanmao is a veteran. He has been stationed at the pass for some years. He skillfully picked up the cloth strips with both hands and wrapped them around his weathered face. "Old Sanmao, why are you wrapped up so tightly?" Some young recruits made fun of Sanmao. I feel like the veteran is making a fuss out of a molehill. "Hmph," Lao Sanmao snorted disdainfully, "You kids, how do you know how powerful Bai Feng'er is? Just wait until the flesh on your face rots away!" His tone was so determined that the recruits who laughed at him also covered their faces in hesitation.
Seeing this, Lao Sanmao nodded with satisfaction. Like a victorious General Cricket. He held his head high, put on his armor, and walked toward the tower with a spear in hand, with his ugly face wrapped up. "Good morning, Lao Sanmao!" "Sanmao." "Lao Sanmao." On the way, people kept saying hello to Lao Sanmao. In fact, Sanmao is not the veteran’s real name. His original name was a rural common name similar to Goudan and Huzi. It was only in the veteran's life that he was called "San Mao" by people around him because of three incidents of not giving up any money. He also felt that he should be so. The first time I got nothing. When I was a teenager, I had no money to bury my dead parents, let alone a beautiful funeral banquet. The second time I didn't even get a hair out of my head. When he was young, he fell in love with Cuihua, the daughter of his next-door neighbor, but he hired her because he had no money, and eventually got married amidst the scoldings of his father-in-law. The third time I got nothing. When I was middle-aged, my wife and son were out on the street together and were trampled to death by a passing official. They still had no money to hold a big funeral and could only bury them hastily. Three times of losing money, three turns of life. It made the veteran smile crazily. He was captured on the road and put on a strong armor that he had never dared to imagine, as well as a majestic spear, and arrived at the border pass in a daze. Lao Sanmao's cultivation talent is not good. His temples are pale. He has been in the army for many years but only has the strength of the first level of physical training, which is only slightly stronger than ordinary people. Other frontier soldiers often laughed at him. But he didn't care. Lao Sanmao took it very seriously: "We are born with a low life, and being able to practice martial arts is like smoke rising from our ancestors' graves!" Feeling the very weak energy and blood in his body, Lao Sanmao felt even more proud. Even if it's wrapped in cloth. You can also feel the elation. soon. Lao Sanmao skillfully climbed up the tower and performed the task of standing guard. There were other border troops on the tower. They gathered to discuss something that Lao Sanmao couldn't understand at all.
"Hey, did you hear that?" "Do you mean the rebels, or..." "Nonsense, of course it's the rebels, they actually made such a big noise." There are many border troops in Daqian, but there have never been major incidents at the border crossings, and the soldiers have long developed the habit of laziness. Under the winter sunshine, he was talking about something with great joy. Lao Sanmao couldn't help but join in. Asked: "Where did the rebels come from, and which state is in trouble again?" Lao Sanmao thought it was a rebellion in the thirteen states within Daqian. But others shook their heads, saying that the rebellion did not start from the Thirteen States, but from the "criminal people" on the border who boldly wanted to rebel. "The rebels are so ferocious. In just one month, they gathered tens of thousands of people." "Hey, hey, I heard that the leader of the rebels is a Taoist who can spread beans and turn soldiers into soldiers. That's why there are so many rebels." "Hey, why did I hear that the leader of the rebels is a witch?" "No, no, there are two leaders, one is Mr. Xu Da and the other is Mr. Wu Xiao." "This... forget it, it's not important. Those rebels can't get in anyway." A large number of frontier troops including Lao Sanmao. They all nodded in agreement. The rebels are nothing more than a group of mud-legged people. The people present are also mud-legged and know that it is impossible to resist the "adults". The troops stationed at Daqian Pass are far more powerful than ordinary people. The military commanders in charge are all innate at the lowest level. How could a rebel army composed of mere "sinful people" have any chance of winning at some strategically important and large-scale checkpoints, with powerful third-level innate god-seeing warriors? "Wishful thinking..." Lao Sanmao shook his head. I don't understand the behavior of that group of criminals. Other soldiers around were still telling stories about the rebels. It was exaggerated. It was outrageous. Some people said that those refugees who lost their homes were more ferocious than the demons in the Ten Thousand Mountains. They had attacked other checkpoints many times, but they all failed in the end. Some people said that those refugees were evil spirits returning from hell. Even if they were trampled by iron hooves, they would pick up dung forks to stop them fearlessly.
They were just like the heavenly soldiers in myths. They had no fear of being a mud-legged person. No matter how they scolded, there was only pure murderous intent in their eyes. They were so bold! What on earth was this for? They even risked their own lives. Old Sanmao couldn't help asking again. "Buzz——" "Buzz——" Boom! It was as if they were answering Old Sanmao's question. Suddenly, in the far distance that the tower could see, a black crowd of people emerged from nowhere, holding different weapons and rushing towards this checkpoint. "It's the black rebels!", some people saw the muddy and smelly dirt. "It's the red rebels!", some people saw the clothes stained with blood. "It's the yellow rebels!", some people saw the rotten shoes and rags that turned yellow due to long-term unwashing. The hungry people shouted for their lives, their eyes were empty but burning with fire, and they rushed to the front of the pass in an instant with no discipline and a messy formation. They wanted to break through the pass. "How dare you!" The two great generals at the pass roared. They were martial arts masters in the Xiantian realm, but in the refugee team, there were also two Xiantian Gangqi bursting out, confronting them from a distance. "Sir, watch out." "My first shot after breaking through the Xiantian!"