dead child, ghost carrying coffin

No one paid any attention to Chen Daji's question.

Grandma Mai looked at the ghost soldiers circling, and said lightly:

"It really is the Yellow Turban Army, but I don't know who is lying in the tomb, who is among the three brothers."

Gray Sixth opened his mouth to answer.

"It must not be Zhang Jiao."

"If he becomes a climate, it will be a shocking event!"

"I'm afraid someone from the underworld has already come to check on the situation."

Chen Daji was even more cautious after being retaliated by the gray old sixth.

Now he has completely hidden behind Hua Jiunan.

"Boss, who is Zhang Jiao? What is the Yellow Turban Army?"

Hua Jiunan didn't even bother to answer such low-end questions.

"Go through the history books yourself!"

Chen Daji smiled sarcastically.

"My history books were all used by Huwa to wipe his ass in the toilet."

"Grandma, this kid doesn't feel too panicked!"

Hua Jiu looked at it hard, and suddenly thought of something.

"I remember what Zhao Fei said: the first time he came to him was this kind of ghost soldier, and the second time he came with all the equipment, could it be..."

Chen Daji was stunned: "Could it be that he made two women's stomachs bigger at the same time, and they both died?"

"Fatty Zhao is so fierce..."

Hua Jiunan suddenly realized that he could no longer communicate with Chen Dage normally.

A sense of superiority overwhelmed by IQ arises spontaneously.

Grandma Mai hit Chen Daji on the head again.

"Little brat, can you stop thinking about things in the next three ways!"

While several people were talking, there was a burst of sonorous footsteps.

Ten well-equipped ghost soldiers pushed through the thick fog and walked straight towards the small courtyard.

During the march, the movements are uniform, just like a person.

The ghost soldiers in this team were all broken:

Some were missing half an arm, and some had a big hole in their stomach;

There is also a person whose half face has disappeared;

The most exaggerated thing is that there is a man whose whole body is full of arrows, and it is obvious that he has experienced a brutal war beyond imagination!

The ten ghost soldiers are divided into two groups:

One group holds swords and shields, and the other holds spears.

In addition, each of them carried a longbow behind their backs and a quiver slung across their waists.

Grandma Mai's pupils trembled.

"Jie Jie Jie, it's interesting, it's actually the soul of a hundred warriors!"

Gray Sixth's somewhat wretched face showed a rare seriousness.

"Who did the kid in the room offend?!"

These ten hundred warrior souls were obviously also influenced by Song Lao, and they couldn't find the door to enter the courtyard.

However, their performance is completely different from that of the Yellow Turban Army:

The leading soldier immediately sensed the abnormality, and raised his left hand with his pale bones exposed.

The remaining nine soldier souls stopped advancing immediately.

The clanging footsteps stopped abruptly.

The sword and shield soldiers formed a circular formation, squatted down halfway, and protected the spearmen in the middle.

Then with a bang, he erected the large shield in his hand on the ground, took off the bow and arrow behind him and aimed around.

The pikeman put his long spear on the shield and held it firmly with both hands.

All movements are smooth and flowing, without the slightest delay.

The tragic murderous aura rippled out, forming bursts of icy cold wind.

At this moment, the yellow scarf ghost, who had been circling around, spotted this group of warrior souls, and immediately rushed over like ducks, screaming.

After a short confrontation, the two sides did not know what to say, and immediately started to fight.

Ten vs. one hundred, and the Hundred Battles Binghun completely won!

Except for one person who was hacked into black smoke by the yellow turban ghost soldiers, the rest were only slightly injured.

The Yellow Turban Ghost Soldiers are miserable here:

More than half of the souls beaten by the Hundred Warriors were scattered, and the rest threw away their helmets and armor, and fled towards the ancient tomb like frightened birds.

Bai Zhan Binghun didn't chase after them, and regrouped after tidying up a little.

Hua Jiunan and Chen Daji looked at it with a surge of emotion:

This is the demeanor that a warrior of China should have!

This is the invincible teacher who has galloped on a horse for 5000 years and expanded the territory!

Compared with them, the Yellow Turban soldiers are nothing!

After the excitement, Chen Dage was a little dazed.

"Boss, the one who came to arrest Fatty Zhao is actually a regular army, so he is doomed?"

"And...and we're too embarrassed to fight these soldiers..."

Grandma Mai still chuckled strangely:

"Jie Jie Jie, why worry, let's wait and see what happens."