Wild beast war god

Sikong Jing saw Lao Zhang and the other two with disbelief on their faces, but he just smiled without explaining.

According to the intelligence, the leader of Tiemazhai is only at the sixth level of the Human Realm. Although they all practice martial arts and there are many masters of the Dark Realm, for Sikong Jing, he can kill them all by entering Dragon Tan alone.

But he still needs to train his troops, so naturally he won't go it alone.

"Let's go ahead." Sikong Jing said no more and waited until later.

But at this moment, someone behind him shouted: "If we don't go, we will die if we go. It's better to die here."

As soon as this sound came out, the expressions of Lao Zhang and A Hu changed drastically, and what they were most worried about happened.

mutiny...

These old, weak, sick and disabled people cannot see any hope of survival. After being freed from the threat of the enemy, they will inevitably resist.

If they were just ordinary soldiers, they might not dare, but this team of three thousand people also contains some thorns released from the prison. They will incite the team and create great changes!

"Yes, we won't go."

"I heard that you have offended General Qiu Ye and he wants you to die. Why should we accompany him?"

"And that exiled criminal, why do you want to be our leader?"

As the first person started, everyone broke out in resistance and spoke harshly to Sikong Jing and the others. Among them, the fact that Lao Zhang and A Hu offended Qiu Ye was already known to everyone in the city guard general's house.

Seeing the anger of the crowd, Lao Zhang asked with a pale face: "Brother Sikong, what should we do?"

They were just the generals guarding the small Yunye City. They had never seen such a scene, and they were at a loss for a while.

"As expected, I was waiting for them to come out like this." Sikong Jing's eyes narrowed and he was extremely calm.

Then he turned around and walked towards the leader step by step.

This is a middle-aged man with dense tattoos on his body. It is obvious at a glance that he is not a good person.

Seeing Sikong Jing approaching step by step, this person puffed up his chest and showed what he could do to me.

More and more people gathered behind him, and they all sneered at Sikong Jing.

Lao Zhang whispered behind Sikong Jing: "This person's name is Liu Qiang. He came out of prison. He was a big thorn in prison."

Ahu also explained: "This person was also a gangster before, and his strength has reached the first level of the human realm. Qiu Ye brought them here. On the surface, there are more people, but in fact, I am afraid that they are asking us to make trouble and clear out Yunye City." of prison.”

Sikong Jing listened to these reminders without comment.

He came to Liu Qiang and asked casually: "Don't you want to go?"

Liu Qiang sneered: "Yes, why should we accompany you to die? We might as well be deserters here."

Sikong Jing smiled when he heard this. He smiled happily, but it made people shudder.

"Do you know what happens if you run away from battle?"

Listening to Sikong Jing's question, Liu Qiang looked like what can you do to me, and said with a smile: "The worst thing is... death!"

Before he finished speaking, his word "death" was stuck, and a spear pierced his chest.

Liu Qiang stared at Sikong Jing in disbelief and said blankly: "You, you dare to kill me?"

puff……

Sikong Jing drew out his spear, wiped the blood on it and replied: "Behead those who escape from the battlefield, and behead those who instigate mutinies. Shouldn't you have expected that you would die when you were inciting them?"

Liu Qiang's eyes widened, and his body fell heavily to the ground, making no sound.

At the same time, Sikong Jing looked at the dozens of people following Liu Qiang, and saw that none of them still had the same aura as before, and all of them looked pale. Some of them were people in prison, and some were soldiers who did not want to die and thought they were smart.

No matter who it was, they never expected that Sikong Jing could be so cruel and capable.

In the eyes of everyone, Sikong Jing, an exiled criminal, had never led a soldier. Lao Zhang and Ahu were worried about this and that. They were in such a mess that the three of them were at a loss.

But the reality is that Liu Qiang is dead, and Sikong Jing's gun is so ruthless, as cold as a cold prison.

"Who else wants to be a deserter? Come forward."

Sikong Jing suddenly drank, and a violent fighting spirit rose up in vain, rolling violently around him. No matter who he was, his chest felt like he couldn't breathe, as if he was pressed against a huge boulder.

Ahu and Lao Zhang seemed to be looking at a terrifying unparalleled warrior, and at this moment they wanted to surrender.

Suddenly, a young man growled: "There are so many of us, so we are afraid of him."

This man was Liu Qiang's brother, but as soon as his voice fell, the spear swept past, and a good man's head flew into the sky.

This young man didn't even have time to scream, and his head fell to the ground!

"what!"

Such a scene made the three thousand people around them scream in surprise and send chills all over their bodies.

Sikong Jing held the spear and pointed it at the surroundings: "Who else is there?"

No one dared to speak anymore, their faces were as pale as paper, and they were as silent as cicadas.

But at this moment, a veteran came out and said weakly: "Commander Sikong, we are willing to go, but knowing that we will die, is there any other way?"

He said it very tactfully, why fight a losing battle?

Sikong Jing squinted at him and spoke slowly: "I promise not to lose a single soldier in this battle. As long as you follow my orders, you will not die. Believe it or not..."

"And if you don't believe it, you have to follow, otherwise you will be killed on the spot."

After saying that, Sikong Jing turned around and left, and then said: "Old Zhang Ahu, whoever dares to disobey orders will be killed!"

After a pause, Sikong Jing pointed to Liu Qiang's body and said: "In the future, there is no need to tell me the name of such a mortal person. Dead people... don't deserve names!"

Watching Sikong Jing return to the front of the team, Lao Zhang and Ahu looked at each other, feeling inexplicably shocked.

Sikong Jing was indeed a member of the Great Merchant Army, and he was able to do everything with ease, but all he had done could only temporarily suppress the team's resistance. The real test would be in Tiemazhai next.

As long as there is the slightest mistake, the people under the iron fist will flee in all directions and be defeated.

In a blink of an eye, Tiemaling arrived.

The three thousand soldiers trembled as they saw a horrifying scene in front of them, like a terrifying hell that was about to swallow everyone.

"Where is Lao Zhang Ahu?" Suddenly, Sikong Jing shouted.

The two looked at each other, clasped their fists and said, "The end will be here."

"After a quarter of an hour, we extended the route I sketched on the map and divided our troops into two groups to attack Tiema Ridge, aiming for Tiema Village."

After speaking, Sikong Jing took the map with two lines drawn by his pen and threw it back to the two of them.

Then he held the gun alone and stepped into Tiema Ridge.

The two were stunned and quickly asked: "Brother Sikong, where are you going?"

"Kill, slaughter!"

Sikong Jing slowly said two words, and his figure gradually disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Ahu opened his mouth and said, "Brother Sikong doesn't want to go to Longtan alone, does he?"

Recalling the situation in Luoshui Yuhang Villa, Lao Zhang twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "It must be so."

The two looked at each other. This time there were not just hundreds of people, but three thousand people, and three thousand people who had been prepared for it.

Brother Sikong, are you too trusting?