Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

Linshan, Heroes Square.

70 years ago, the battlefield was full of blood and fire, and 70 years later, it will be a battlefield full of darkness.

The ghost army concocted by the secret method can be manipulated like an arm and a finger. Xiu Nanao just moved his mind slightly, and the ghost army has been assembled.

This is the power he has been striving for, and now it is finally in his hands, but he does not feel the slightest joy.

His eyes were only fixed on the person standing not far away.

Wu, Qing, Jiao——

The resentment buried deep in my heart was torn apart bloody, painful, but more, it was the joy gushing from the bottom of my heart.

Fortunately, I can still see you again, and I can still pay back the shame you gave me all those years ago!

Looking at Wu Qingjiao with narrowed eyes, Nanao Xiu frowned slightly.

His appearance has changed.

Seventy years ago, he had seen the real Wu Qingjiao, the awe-inspiring Dragon God of Linshui. That kind of power made him both hate and fear from the bottom of his heart, but now...he has become like a mortal, weak and useless.

With a malicious smile at the corner of his mouth, Nanaoxiu said: "70 years, I never thought you would end up here...Wu Qingjiao, do you really want to die here?"

Although the opponent also has many ghosts to help, but that is not the same concept as the ghost army in his hand. These ghosts have just escaped the seal, and their memories are probably still left on the battlefield back then, and now they are even more chaotic—— He didn't need himself at all, and the ghost army alone could easily defeat the opponent.

Before he finished speaking, the bugle sounded again!

Different from the previous chaotic trumpets, this time the rhythm of the trumpets was clear and coherent. Accompanied by the sound of the trumpets, the confused and chaotic souls woke up—they immediately noticed the enemies that were close at hand.

The moment he noticed the other party's existence, those ordinary and weak souls suddenly became different.

Qicao Xiumeifeng locked his eyes tightly, and he suddenly realized his mistake - the ghost soldiers on the other side may not have undergone any refinement, but the power of ghosts comes from obsession.

For those who have just been on the battlefield, nothing inspires their obsession more than the enemy.

With the blessing of this obsession, maybe they...

"This is the trumpet for seriousness—" Listening attentively, the person standing beside Wu Qingjiao frowned, his eyes locked on the target not far away—no matter what happened now, at least one thing stuff, no change.

Those little devils who suffered thousands of knives are still in front of his eyes!

"Jiang..." Wu Qingjiao's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

His identity, the events of 70 years ago, the stories of the past 70 years...

There are too many things to say, but does he still have time?

The person beside him raised his eyebrows, and raised his hand to pat him, but the translucent arm landed on Wu Qingjiao's shoulder, and pressed it down without hindrance.

He was startled, then slowly withdrew his hand.A trace of confusion flashed across the young face.

It was different—he hadn't clearly realized it until now.

Fortunately, that trace of confusion was fleeting.

Regardless of life or death, he is a soldier, and now, he is on the battlefield!

"gather--"

"His..."

Zhang Fei hugged his head and grinned, reluctantly huddled under a tree, and glanced at Mr. Lin who was standing not far away.The old man held the bugle in his hand, and his back, which was already slightly bent, straightened now.His face was solemn, and there was an unusually bright look in his eyes.

The brilliance worn away by time returned to him at that moment.

"This is the bugle!"

Taking the number from his mouth, Mr. Lin glanced at Zhang Fei and said very dissatisfied.

Zhang Fei curled his lips, he had never blown this thing before, after being asked by Wu Qingjiao to be able to blow so loudly in one breath is already very powerful... But when he was blowing happily, he was hit on the head directly, and he almost lost his breath Choke into the lungs.

Fortunately, Mr. Lin didn't have time to continue to teach him. He stared blankly at the scene not far away, and tears gradually came out of his eyes.

"Captain...Deputy Jiang..."

How many years, how many years is this?

He was the youngest soldier in the regiment back then, and everyone called him Xiao Lin, but now, with his appearance, he might be the grandfather of everyone, right?

Some are not reconciled, but some want to laugh...

The chaotic emotions affected the body, Mr. Lin suddenly bent over and coughed, Zhang Fei was so frightened that he hurried up to check - but someone grabbed his wrist tightly.

"I know...you're not like me," the old man looked straight at him with clear eyes, "you...have skills."

Zhang Fei could only nod his head. The old man took a deep breath and patted him on the shoulder twice.

"Go... go..."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Zhang Fei answered without hesitation.

Anyway, his hands are itchy...

Just as he was about to rush towards the battlefield, Zhang Fei's footsteps suddenly stopped.

A strange ray of light enveloped the entire Heroes' Square. Beside Nanicaohui, the phantom army, which was originally illusory, turned out to be real under the radiance of that ray.

And in response, a similar light lit up around Wu Qingjiao.

In just the blink of an eye, the enchanting scene that originally looked like a ghost walking in the night turned into a real battlefield.

Changing his mind, Zhang Fei gritted his teeth and went to the museum on the side.

"Damn..."

Nanicaoxiu murmured, the potential of this body is far inferior to his own, and it took him a lot of strength to seize it forcibly - now, it is his full strength to sustain this blessing spell.

But he is not worried, he can trust the strength of this ghost army, but just in case...

The last mana was activated, and a small ghost barrier was set up around him.The ghosts who had gathered around him were pushed away by the barrier without discrimination, forming a small area around him with a radius of less than two meters.

As long as he rests for a while and recovers his strength, he can maximize the strength of the ghost army, not to mention the third-rate ghosts in front of him, even Wu Qingjiao...

Hatred blinded his eyes, and arrogance deceived his rationality—the current Nanaohui would never consider methods such as "escape" and "evacuation".

The distance between the two sides was not far away. After a few steps of charging, the armies on both sides were already close to each other!

The battlefield suddenly became chaotic.

Wu Qingjiao's complexion was pale. Even though he supported his body so as not to shake, the cold sweat dripping from his forehead still exposed his weakness.

Almost... I can't hold it anymore...

The method of casting the soul body consumes the power of the soul. He has the body of a dragon, and his soul is far stronger than ordinary people. But even so, 70 years is still an odd number.

He repeatedly calculated in his mind and told himself that he could no longer be so profligate, but his body ignored his reason and squeezed out every ounce of power without hesitation, and transferred it to his comrades-in-arms.

In the stalemate battle situation, it seems difficult to tell the winner...

Nanakuo Xiu was startled suddenly.

is there something...

But how is it possible?

He knows the barrier he set up himself. Even with Wu Qingjiao's blessing, those ghosts will never be able to break through his ghost barrier. Needless to say, the ghost army is strong. It's easy to beat Wu Qingjiao!

Even if he can't win... With so many ghost guards, he can escape safely.

Then why...he still feels uneasy?

What did he forget?

Thoughts turned, and in an instant, Nanicaoxiu felt that he had reached the answer...

However, it was too late.

A brilliant magic circle suddenly emerged, covering the entire Heroes Square!

The ghost army on Wu Qingjiao's side was taken aback by the magic circle, but had no other reaction, but on Nanicaoxiu's side, the fierce ghost army seemed to have been hit in the head, and their already stable body began to tremble!

Seeing this, Nanao Xiu shook her body, opened her mouth, and a thread of blood slowly flowed down.

"Mr. Gui..." Gritting his teeth and saying the name, Nanaoxiu couldn't care less about anything else. With a wave of his hand, the ghost soldiers closest to him screamed, and they were sucked into the barrier by him and squeezed into a ball nothingness.

Ghost soldiers are not only power to Nanakuo Xiu, but also can be used as a tonic... But if there is no accident, he will never use these rare treasures for such a stupid purpose.

But now, it's too late!

It doesn't matter, they can't get through... Wu Qingjiao couldn't take care of himself, and his ghost army didn't dare to act rashly. Even if they came, he still had a ghost barrier.Just give him a little more time to recover his strength, and he can escape from here!

Nanicaoxiu never thought it was a shameful thing to run away, the most important thing was to live, as long as he was alive, one day...he would make those who dared to oppose him look good!

But at this extremely urgent moment, a shadow suddenly rushed out from the ghost army over there.

His speed was very fast, breaking through the blockade of the weakened enemy in a few seconds, looking at him, he was heading straight for Nanakuo Xiu.

Looking for death——Qicao Xiu sneered in his heart, but in the next second, his smile froze on his face.

That figure rushed into his ghost barrier without hindrance, and came in front of him!

The brain's reaction couldn't keep up with the movement, and Xiu Nanao felt a strong force hit him, knocking him to the ground.

"Ugh..."

Even with the body seized by Duoshe, the feeling of pain will not be reduced by a single point. The severe pain between the chest and abdomen made Nanakuo Xiu's mind go blank, and the blood overflowing from his mouth blocked his ability to speak. The only thing he could do was to use Eyes, fixedly staring at the person who suppressed him——

He was wearing an old-fashioned military uniform and a military cap on his head. He seemed to be no different from those soldiers, but he didn't have the slightest military temperament on him. The smile on his face, no matter how you look at it...

"It's outrageous to let a group of grandpas, great-grandfathers and grandchildren watch from below, isn't it?" Zhang Fei said with a smile.