Bang! With a loud bang, the drunken Seventh Flag Regiment officer who rushed up was first knocked up by Lin Chuan and flew out. His huge body fell directly on a small table. The entire table collapsed and the wine and food were spilled all over the floor.

"It's too much!" The commander of the Seventh Banner Regiment looked at Lin Chuan and the others angrily, raised the table in front of him with one hand, and the wooden table roared at them.

Thunderstorm snorted coldly, and the iron fist was blasted out, and the entire wooden table was blown into wood chips and flew around.

Seeing the move, the other drunken officers of the Seventh Banner Regiment rushed up, but facing Lin Chuan and his elite guards, they howled and flew backwards one by one.

Lin Chuan's guards, no matter what officers they were, were extremely fierce and beaten up the officers to cry and cry.

The officers of the Seventh Banner Regiment were not strong in combat, and they drank a little too much at the moment, but they could not defeat Lin Chuan's guards.

The entire military tent had already been in chaos and had a melee, but most of the people who fell to the ground were from the Seventh Flag Group.

The commander of the Seventh Banner Regiment saw that the officer under his command was beaten to the point of being beaten to the point of being blue and swollen, and his face turned pale, and shouted outside the door: "Come, come, come!"

But no matter how he shouted, the soldiers of the Seventh Flag Regiment did not come to reinforce, because his soldiers were either drinking or going out to stroll, and there were not many people in the entire camp.

A very small number of people who heard the sounds coming to rescue him. They saw that the fierce and vicious guards of Lin Chuan, who were outside the military tent, retreated tactfully and did not dare to rush forward.

You should know that Xing Tujun is all cruel, and they are all murderers without blinking. The soldiers of the Seventh Banner Regiment are still a little afraid of Xing Tujun.

Seeing that no one came to rescue, the commander of the Seventh Banner Regiment gritted his teeth, grabbed the sword beside him, and headed straight for Lin Chuan.

Anger has made the fat commander of the Seventh Flag Regiment forget that he is no match for Lin Chuan at all. He has lost his mind when facing this powerful general in Xing Tu's army.

Lin Chuan had just knocked an officer from the Seventh Banner Regiment to the ground, and suddenly a breath of death was shrouded at him. Lin Chuan was shocked and hurriedly waved his knife to block it.

With the local yell, Lin Chuan was caught off guard and was shocked by the huge force. Looking up, the commander's huge body of the commander of the Seventh Flag Regiment was crushing towards him. His face was ferocious and his face was full of resentment.

Although the commander of the Seventh Flag Regiment is lustful, lazy, and obese... Lin Chuan has to admit that he still has some strength, at least his strength is very huge, otherwise he would not have taken the position of the commander of the Flag Regiment.

If he missed a blow, the commander of the Seventh Banner Regiment snorted coldly and raised his sword to Lin Chuan again. He was preparing to teach Lin Chuan a lesson, a boy who didn't know how to be tall and rich.

As the leader of the rebel army, even Lin Nuoyan was kind and treated him very well, and Lin Chuan was so disrespectful to him, which obviously made him angry.

Looking at the fat body that was rushing towards him again, a sneer flashed across Lin Chuan's mouth, and a look of disdain appeared in his eyes. The veins of his hand holding the sword burst out, and a bit of firmness and coldness appeared on his face.

Lin Chuan was still as moving as a mountain at this moment, standing there quietly, like a sharp sword unsheathed, emitting a violent aura all over his body. His cold eyes made the commander of the Seventh Flag regiment feel a sudden palpitation.

But now he could no longer stop and could only make a decision, and the sword was approaching Lin Chuan's chest.

The commander of the Seventh Flag Regiment has now been occupied by anger, so he has become determined to kill.

The Dynasty army is now in fierce offensive, and the Xing Tu army's defense line is in danger. The commander of the Seventh Banner Regiment is not very optimistic about the situation of the Xing Tu army and is ready to apply oil to the soles of his feet. Even if he kills Lin Chuan, he is not afraid, so he has no room for anything.

Lin Chuan was extremely clear at the moment, standing there calmly, facing the stabbing sword, and a trace of sarcasm flashed across the corner of his mouth.

"Die!" The Seventh Flag Group pointed to [31 Novel Network      Update Quickly] The commander roared and rushed towards Lin Chuan.

Suddenly, when his sword was about to pierce Lin Chuan's chest, Lin Chuan disappeared and disappeared from his sight, and suddenly disappeared. The commander of the Seventh Banner Regiment looked shocked and hurriedly withdrew the knife back to defense.

Before his sword was taken back, a huge pain suddenly came from his lower abdomen. His heavy body fell to the ground. The severe pain in his lower abdomen made his stomach churn, and his intestines seemed to be stirred together. He sweated coldly and his face became distorted.

The commander of the Seventh Banner Regiment fell heavily to the ground. Before he could react, Lin Chuan's body jumped up in the air and had already hit him hard.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth of the commander of the Seventh Flag Regiment, turning into a ball of blood mist in the air.

Lin Chuan, who was in power, waved his iron fist and greeted the commander of the Seventh Banner Regiment. He waved his fist, and the fat on his face shook, his face became distorted, and his teeth flew out with blood.

"Fat pig, let you eat it! Let you take our military rations!" Lin Chuan cursed loudly while waving his fist.

Xing Tujun fought with the Dynasty army on the front line all day and couldn't even drink a sip of hot soup. However, the rebels who surrendered were eating and drinking behind the defense line, eating meat and drinking in big mouthfuls. That's fine, they even snatched Lin Chuan and the others' military rations, making the soldiers who fought bloody battle unable to eat a sip of food after the fierce battle ended. How could this not make Lin Chuan angry?

Lin Chuan has always loved the soldiers under his command. Seeing the soldiers enduring hunger and fighting fiercely with the enemy, Lin Chuan could not bear this anger in his heart, so he brought people to come.

Originally, Lin Chuan just wanted to return the military rations. After all, the enemy is in a turmoil, and he does not want to intensify conflicts with these surrendered uprising troops. However, the officers of the Seventh Banner Regiment were too arrogant and did not take Lin Chuan's request seriously and asked him to get out, which forced Lin Chuan to use his fists to solve the problem.

"Will you return the military rations!" Lin Chuan asked sternly.

The fat commander was now bruised and swollen, and half of his teeth were jumping away. Lin Chuan was riding under him.

"Lin Chuan, you are so fucking good at killing me! The labor and capital are just not paying back, what can you do!" The fat commander also took his time and yelled and struggled.

A murderous aura flashed in Lin Chuan's eyes, "No, right! Then I'll beat you until you return!"

"Ah!" The fat commander screamed, and Lin Chuan's iron fist fell on him again like raindrops.

At this moment, the battle in the tent was basically over, and the whole tent was in a mess. The officers were lying on the ground and moaning, unable to move anymore. Without exception, they were all beaten miserably.

Outside the military tent, a large number of soldiers from the Seventh Banner Regiment had surrounded him and were fully armed confronting Lin Chuan's guards, but without the command of the officers, they did not dare to rush up rashly.

Half an hour later, Lin Chuan had a gloomy face and stepped out of the tent of the commander of the Seventh Banner Regiment. In the tent behind him, the commander of the Seventh Banner Regiment had become a useless man.

Walking out of the military tent, Lin Chuan looked up and saw the dense heads. The soldiers of the Seventh Banner Regiment had surrounded them three layers inside and three layers outside.

Lin Chuan's pores were filled with violent murderous aura. He raised his head, swept his sharp eyes around, and asked sternly: "What! Do you want to rebel?!"

The soldiers surrounding them did not answer, but they did not dare to look at each other in the face of Lin Chuan's sharp eyes. Their eyes that devoured people like wolves made them palpitations.

"Let's go!" Lin Chuan greeted the thunderstorm and walked out.

Facing Lin Chuan's sharp eyes, although the soldiers surrounding him were all out of their sheath, they still involuntarily made a way out.

A soldier is soaring and a general is soaring. At this moment, Lin Chuan is extremely disappointed with the Seventh Flag Regiment that Lin Nuoyan values. Such a cowardly soldier and such an officer, how could he expect them to win the battle and beat their commander himself. These soldiers didn't even dare to let go of one, let alone take revenge. (To be continued)
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