On the hillside of Qinglong Mountain, there is a temporary military camp outside the village.

Weihou Zhao Lian, wearing a linen gown, was inspecting the wounded soldiers' camp. Amid the low moans of the wounded soldiers, the veteran Southern Dynasty faced a gloomy face.

He commanded a thousand elite soldiers, and almost without any bloodshed, he captured the two mountain gates in front of Shifei Village.

But at the last mountain gate, it encountered stubborn resistance. If there were no more elite troops to come to support it, it would be almost impossible to take down the third mountain gate.

In the early morning of the day before yesterday, the group of thieves took the initiative to retreat to the mountain village and gave way out the third mountain gate.

But instead of surrendering, they closed the gates of the village and wanted to fight to the death with the Southern Dynasties army.

Zhao Lian commanded the army to surround the main gate of the mountain village, and personally led his troops. He raided once at night and broke into the village, but was driven out by the bandits who fought desperately against the attacks. They did not care about casualties.

Zhao Lian, a fierce and fearless opponent, has never seen him in his life.

The same was true for the elite troops of the Northern Dynasties.

Especially in the Taihang War more than ten years ago, Zhao Lian had seen the scene where the group of fierce men from Baishan and Black Water continued to attack with most of the damage.

There is also the most elite Tiance Army of the Southern Dynasty, who also chased the Northern Dynasty's defeated soldiers at night when they were injured 50%.

But these are all famous strong troops in the world, and it is not surprising that they can do this. However, this is a non-city, just a group of bandits.

Why can they do this?

This made Old Yu's battle formation very puzzled.

Now the two armies are confronting each other outside the right and wrong camps, and the offensive and defensive momentum has lasted for a whole day. The Southern Dynasties suffered heavy casualties, and his vanguard has lost more than 30%.

The wounded barracks were also covered with various weak soldiers.

Zhao Lian can't say that he loves soldiers like his sons, but he knows people's hearts.

The more difficult the time is, the more the soldiers need to work together. After dinner, they walk in the wounded camp and sometimes comfort the wounded.

They can no longer go into battle, so they will abandon it if they are logical.

But Zhao Lian is very clear that caring for the wounded and adding more honors to the dead will help other soldiers maintain morale.

This is his experience throughout his life.

"Mr. Marquis! Foreign troops have sent urgent reports!"

Just after Zhao Lian talked with an injured captain for a few words, personal soldiers walked into the bloody wounded camp. He brought an urgent report. Zhao Lian stopped with two small iron balls in his hand.

After reading the urgent report, the marquis's face changed slightly, but he laughed at the people around him and said:

"That Qiu Buping is known as a master in the world. I think this is the case. Our foreign army has stopped him and will not let him interfere with this. This is a non-city war!"

"Brothers!"

Weihou hugged the people around him and said loudly:

"I have seen your courage and loyalty these days. Tonight, we will work harder and work harder to capture this world's No. 1 camp outside of our reputation, so as to promote our army's reputation!

We are a brave warrior who relies on one sword and one shot to make a future.

This time, I will protect you a good future!

If this battle is completed, the entire army will be rewarded!"

These words made the lieutenants around him agree in unison, which made Zhao Lian nod slightly.

He stroked his white beard and walked out of the tent. His morale was available, and he would launch another fierce attack tonight.

only...

Weihou glanced at the wrinkled urgent report in his hand, and there was no longer any joy in his eyes.

Zhao Lian hurried back to his tent, found two confidants, and shouted loudly:

"What should you do when you wait!

I have given you 4,000 soldiers! They are all elite soldiers. They set up five lines of defense from Qinglong Mountain to Sishui, but you can't even stop a grudge!"

The two confidants were hit on the head by the paperweight in Weihou's hand, but they did not dare to move. They could only stand and bear the angry scolding of Weihou.

"I know that fugitive is a master in the world, so I don't let you wait for him to kill him, just delay!"

Zhao Lian's breathing was heavy. Although this old man was in his sixties, his temper was much better than when he was young.

But when he got angry, he was still like an angry tiger, with a terrifying momentum.

"I just asked you to wait for a few days to delay him...

You are even allowed to use Erlang's life to do it. In less than two days, Qiu Buping broke the four lines of defense in a row! Sanqian Erlang died of a life of untimely death.

Are the soldiers under your command a mud?

He is just alone! Even if he is skilled in martial arts, he will be tired and has his limits!

I have never seen a master of the Tianlist!

They are all physical mortals, not inseparable from swords and guns, and invasive of water and fire! They are not even a god who descends to earth!"

Zhao Lian sat on the chair, twisting his beard to calm his breathing. He stared at the two confidants in front of him and said coldly:

"Now the front line breaks the village for a while, but the foreign army is fighting like this.

Once Qiu Buping returns, we have to retreat. The good situation is so good that it is so decayed. The three armies are trying their best to win.

But because of your incompetence, we have implicated our army! What else do you have to say?"

After Weihou finished his anger, a captain whispered:

"Mr. Marquis, that hatred is not alone. Some comrades rushed back to bring back the real news.

Under Qiu Buping, there were three suspected experts on the ground list, three experts on the human list, and a team of elite black-clothed men to cover up the killing, plus Qiu Buping’s martial arts on the sky list..."

The captain pursed his lips and gritted his teeth and said:

"Marty, this is not the fear of cowardice of the men. The front four defense lines of the foreign army have really fought to the last one. No matter how strong the opponent is."

"Um?"

Zhao Lian narrowed his eyes, he thought for a moment and asked:

"Are you really that?"

"It's true, Marquis, even if we have the courage to be brave, we will not dare to deceive the Marquis."

The captain said something, and Zhao Lian breathed a sigh of relief.

If this is true, there is one person on the Tian List, three people on the Earth List, three people on the Human List, and elite cooperation, that is indeed not something ordinary soldiers can delay.

In front of such a raid team composed of supreme force, the number of people is meaningless.

Even if there are strong crossbows and fighting bows, they can't stop them.

Weihou remembered the Taihang War more than ten years ago. At that time, the 4,000 elite soldiers under his command were beaten by hundreds of masters of the Northern Dynasties to collapse completely.

In this world of martial arts world, the destructive power of martial arts masters cannot be argued based on the constant theory.

"That's it."

Zhao Lian sighed, opened his eyes and said to the two confidants in front of him:

"I will set up a last line of defense with you 1,000 soldiers at the foot of Qinglong Mountain, and be sure to hold back the grudge until dawn tomorrow!

Tonight, I will lead my army to attack the mountain village. If it still doesn't work... I can only retreat.

You wait. If you can come back alive, you will be promoted to the third level!"

Marquis Wei waved his hand, and the two captains withdrew from the tent. Zhao Lian picked up a secret letter in front of him and looked at it again, his face full of haze.

This letter comes from the north.

The explorer told the Southern Dynasties that while attacking the right and wrong camp, Yelu Zong, a general of the Northern Dynasties, also lit up tens of thousands of troops and was coming towards Qinglong Mountain.

"This is to swallow my husband and the right and wrong village in one bite...

I have a really big appetite.”

Weihou snorted, put the secret letter on the candle and lit it, and he said coldly:

"The Northern Dynasty barbarians are not afraid of pounding their teeth!"

A moment later, with the help of several personal soldiers, Weihou put on his armor and picked up his sword. When he walked out of the camp, he asked the personal soldiers around him:

"On the night before, we rushed into the mountain village. Although we had not achieved our full achievements, we also saved some loyal and righteous people. Is that ghost scholar still alive?"

"Report to the Marquis, Wu Shifeng is still alive."

The personal soldier whispered:

"But he was seriously injured in the fire and was sent to the military camp for treatment yesterday."

"good!"

Weihou nodded and said:

"Tell me the order, and be sure to place him and his confidant.

Such loyal and righteous people are rare."
To be continued...