Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

The murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised:

"I know you."

"In the early hours of this morning, on the mountain road where our army was attacked, there were hundreds of bandit soldiers ambushing on both sides with bows and crossbows. Among them, you, the fat man, commanded the shooting."

"I threw a flying halberd at you. Although the distance was too far and I couldn't hit the vital point, the sharp edge formed by the innate spiritual power sliced ​​through your abdomen."

"If I'm not wrong, the wound on your left abdomen should not heal so quickly, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man's expression froze slightly.

The next moment, he stopped pretending and yelled orders at the bodyguards:

"Come on, come on with me!"

"Before the cavalry outside has time to support, kill him first!"

"Don't forget, innate talent will also be piled up to death!"

However, even though he shouted his throat, the bodyguards just looked at each other, and no one dared to rush forward to die first.

Instead, many people sneaked out of the front yard, trying to find a place to hide, or to tear a hole from the side cavalry.

Duoji watched all this with cold eyes, holding up the Zhangba Snake Spear in one hand, and grabbed a flying halberd in the other.

Behind him, dozens of Qiang cavalry gathered at the door and stood in formation.

But they didn't break into the front yard, they just waited quietly, ready to enjoy the next massacre performance that belonged exclusively to "Flying Wolf" Dorji.

"kill!"

Only a roar was heard.

The black horse neighed and raised its hooves.

General Heijia stabbed out his spear, threw out his flying halberd, and stepped forward to fight against nearly a hundred bodyguards alone.

At the door, a wolf totem flag was slowly raised.

Chapter 57 Young Master's Future Can Be Expected

When the coachman drove the carriage to the gate of the Escort, the massacre was coming to an end.

Dozens of corpses fell in disorder in the front yard, and blood flowed all over the ground, staining the bluestone slab red.

Someone's head and chest were poked a hole, someone's throat and spine were cut off, all of them were killed by one blow!

Everyone looked terrified before they died, as if they saw a devil coming out of hell.

And there is only one person who caused all this.

General Heijia, "Flying Wolf" Dorje.

now.

Duoji was waving a Zhangba Snake Spear that drank blood like a demon, and pierced the head of an Houtian Jiupin bodyguard.

Chi-

He drew his spear expressionlessly.

I saw the bloodthirsty edge of the spear shining with blood, like a magic soldier.

The corpse fell.

At the same time, there was only a long hiss of the black horse under its crotch, and it galloped forward.

That corpse was trampled into a pool of flesh and blood.

"This……"

Rao Yi, a coachman who had served in the army for more than ten years, saw such a bloody scene and his expression froze.

This reminded him of those days on the battlefield when human life was so cheap.

The next moment, he admired from the bottom of his heart:

"This person really has the courage to be undeserved!"

"Among all the innate first ranks I have seen, General Duoji is strong enough to rank in the top two!"

The coachman, surnamed Wu, was an old soldier.

A few years ago, I was tired of the life of licking blood on the knife edge, and coupled with the tireless urging of my old mother, I withdrew from the front line and returned to Wangcheng to beg a well-behaved and virtuous wife.

In order to make a living, and also to be able to gag and brag every day with his old friends in the army, Lao Wu chose to work as a guard in the palace.

"Old Liu, who was new yesterday, boasted that he saw a Diren prince holding a mountain axe in the battle of Yangguan last year. He fought alone against a hundred infantry with shields..."

"I see, this General Dorji is not far behind!"

All martial arts practitioners understand one truth, one should not be arrogant.

Even if it is a master of the first-rank life star realm, there is no guarantee that one day the acquired warriors will die with numbers.

even……

Even the legendary former emperor who had touched the fifth innate dragon raising realm was also stabbed to death on the dragon chair by a weak woman?

What's more, on the battlefield of tens of thousands of people, the personal strength of a few star warriors can't control the situation of the battle at all. Sometimes they can't even kill a few people, and they will be tortured to death by the enemy's army!

and so……

Regarding the innate first product, people gradually reached a consensus.

That is to fill the hole with human life.

If ten people are not enough, use 20 people, and if 20 people are not enough, use 50 people!

After killing fifty lives, the spiritual power in the body is exhausted, even the sharpest knife will become dull!

"But……"

"Why do I feel that General Duoji's spear is sharper every time it kills someone?"

Looking at the Zhangba Snake Spear shining with a bloodthirsty edge, the coachman was amazed.

at this time.

Jiang Qingyu in the car opened the curtain, just in time to see Duoji stabbing the Zhangba Snake Spear through the shoulder of a middle-aged fat man and lifting it in the air.

The fat man wailed endlessly, spitting blood from his mouth, the massive blood loss and unbearable pain made him almost pass out again and again.

But whenever he was about to faint, Dorje would take out a flying halberd from the side of the horse and stab it into other places on Fatty's body to stimulate his nerves and wake him up without causing him to die immediately.

He asked in a cold voice:

"Tell me the hiding place of those bows and crossbows."

"Tell me the evidence of the Escort's dealings with the thieves, and I will give you a happy reward."

The fat man showed resentment in his eyes, and not only refused to give up his words, but threatened unabashedly:

"Do you know who you offended?"

"Hurry up and let me go, and then go to the military to plead guilty, maybe these [-] good horses can still survive!"

The implication is nothing more than five words:

You are dead.

But Duoji ignored his threat, and also ignored the other party's words implying that there was a certain military boss standing behind the escort agency.

He just pulled out the spear expressionlessly, causing the middle-aged man to fall to the ground.

next moment.

The black horse under its crotch raised its front hooves, aiming at the man's head.

The man was trembling, with fear in his eyes, and Dorje's unfeeling voice came from beside his ear:

"I can only count three words—"

"three."

"two."

"..."

The man was so frightened that he hurriedly opened his mouth:

"Bow and crossbow, I'll tell you crossbow and crossbow!"

"One group is underground in the backyard, and the other group is in a ruined temple five miles west of the city!"

boom--

The horse's hooves stepped down, turning the middle-aged man into a headless corpse.

Dorje looked indifferent, and said duplicity:

"Sorry, I don't want to hear it anymore."

then.

He raised his spear, pointed directly at the backyard, and gave instructions to the cavalry under his command:

"Divide 200 people to dismount and clean up the mess, and no one is allowed to be left alive."

"promise!"

The Qiang cavalrymen had long been suffocated, and when they heard this, they immediately left their beloved horses aside, one by one rushed to throw down their spears, drew out their long knives, and climbed over the wall in small groups. Go to the backyard to kill.

Until the number of people killed in the hospital has reached two hundred.

Complaining that their hands and feet were too slow, the rest of the soldiers ran back to pick up their spears and mounted their horses again, stopping them neatly outside the courtyard.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingyu couldn't help laughing, and comforted everyone:

"Don't worry, there is still a thunder knife escort!"

"This time, the third sister is only allowed to bring two hundred horses, because I plan to hand over the people from the two escort agencies to you to vent their anger and revenge!"

As soon as this remark came out, the remaining cavalry immediately became emotional, raised their spears high, and shouted the words "Four Young Masters".

"Four sons!"

"Four sons!"

……

Hearing this thunderous shout, Jiang Shan and the coachman Lao Wu couldn't help smiling.

"Young master, it seems that you are about to subdue this Qiang cavalry!"

The girl Xiaoman gave her son a thumbs up.

But Jiang Qingyu was not complacent about it:

"It's not far away!"

"I'm not destined to be a king, how can it be so easy for people to submit?"

"and……"

"I'd rather not have the surrender at the price of more than three hundred casualties!"

On the side, Jiang Shan couldn't help squinting his eyes when he heard these words, and fell into deep thought.

Outside the curtain, the carefree coachman Old Wu also joined the conversation, and he praised Jiang Qingyu without hesitation:

"Fourth son, don't be modest!"

"Don't look at the fact that we conquered Youzhou and defeated all the Qiang people more than [-] years ago, but those wolf cubs are very proud! Until now, we only admire the prince alone, and look down on the military headquarters of Bingzhou and Yongzhou!"

"If you can establish enough prestige among the Qiang people, then..."

"There will be a bright future!"

In the carriage, the eldest maid, Lichun, didn't say a word.

She hid her hands in her sleeves, clutching her dress tightly.

No one noticed that in this scene where the smell of blood was enough to make people vomit, there was a trace of ambition rekindled in a pair of star-like eyes.