At this time, a familiar cry came into Chang Geng's ears. Chang Geng turned around and saw Ge's butcher's head and pig's head hanging on the railing. His bloated wife looked ashen and was hit by a collapsed wall. She was already exhausted. The cry of his little fat man came from not far away. Chang Geng was surprised and didn't care about anything else. He blurted out: "That seems to be Ge's butcher's little fat..."

Chen Yi kept walking and flew past.

Chang Geng thought he didn't hear it clearly: "Wait!"

Chen Yi said: "I am ordered to protect Your Highness from leaving the city without delay."

His voice came from behind the iron mask, like cold iron covered with ice slag in the coldest days.

Chang Geng was stunned.

The whistling wind wiped through the tip of his ears, and the sticky cold sweat flowed down his spine and realized it. The tentacles touched the cold armor of black iron - so cold, like the iron wrist buckle that could never be covered with heat.

Ge Pangxiao is the most good at acting coquettishly. When she smiles, she loses her eyes. She is very weird and no one doesn't like him.

Chang Geng suddenly asked in a low voice: "Isn't that your student too?"

In Shen Yi's eyes, these students who lived with each other day were just due to his imperial mission of two years of confinement?

Yes, for the big men of Xuantie Camp, what is the little geese returning to the city?

What are the children of the butcher’s family?

In this world, some people's lives are more valuable than others, and they may not be as popular as those who are more valuable.

Of course, Chen Yi would not be as cold-blooded as his cold armor, but he was alone at this time, so of course he had priority in missions and could not be missed at all.

The Western Regions had just surrendered, and the entire Xuantie Camp's elite troops were there. They brought only a small part of them. After two years of networking, they had to kill with one blow and catch the big fish.

If you grasp it, you will be able to get peace and stability in northern Xinjiang for three to five years, otherwise all your previous efforts will be wasted.

The reason here is so complicated that it is hard to describe it. How can I explain it clearly with a half-aged child in just a few words?

Chen Yi said slowly: "Forgive me, Your Highness... Your Highness!"

It turned out that Chang Geng took advantage of his unpreparedness and bent down to touch the lock of Chen Yi's iron steel armor elbow.

Naturally, the heavy armor of the Xuan Iron Camp would not be opened by him at once, but he successfully pushed Chen Yi's steel hand away an inch - Chen Yi had to retreat. Chang Geng saw the Xuan Iron Heavy Armor for the first time, and he had no idea about the difference between the precise Xuan Iron Heavy Armor and the broken copper and iron he returned to the city to guard the broken copper and iron - if the Xuan Iron Armor was destroyed by such a arrogant external force, the pop-up lock could break the thick tree.

With this inch, Chang Geng quickly pulled out his feet and flipped down Chen Yi's shoulders.

"I'm not your highness," Chang Geng stood two steps away and looked at him, his face dimming than black iron. "My feet are not a dragon claw. They are disabled by my mother's broken porcelain pieces. If she really told you that she had something to do with the royal family, she might just want to create a fake and confuse the royal bloodline. I see that the general is so anxious, and I must have another important task. I am not afraid of death, nor do I intend to steal the identity of the golden branch and jade leaves. Now I will explain it to you clearly, so I won't delay the general."

Chen Yi's black iron mask bounced up and looked at the boy in front of him in shock.

Chang Geng stopped looking at him, jumped off the wall and ran towards Ge Pang Xiao's cry for help.

The heavy armor of the black iron was particularly conspicuous when the little Yan returned to the city. When Chen Yi was stunned, he was immediately targeted by a group of barbarians. Chang Geng was not worried. Even though he was an outsider, he could see that those barbarians were simply delivering vegetables to this master of the Xuan Iron Camp. It can be seen that the folk legends that the forty Xuan Armor could sweep the grassland at that time were a bit exaggerated, and it was not entirely groundless.

The martial arts that the boy practiced hard for many years were not useless. He rushed into the narrow road very quickly and crossed the courtyard wall. He saw a barbarian punching a geese and knocking the chest of the veteran who returned to the city guarding the city into the chest. The veteran fell down without saying a word, and he was almost unable to survive.

Ge Pangxiao's face was swollen like a steamed bun, and she hugged in the corner in fear.

Chang Geng saw the veteran flying a few feet away at a glance. When the barbarian turned his back to him, he suddenly stepped forward and held the heavy sword in his hand. A thin stream of steam was sprayed at the tail of the heavy sword. It was a "steel armored sword". Unfortunately, he was disrepaired and I don't know if it could be used.

When the barbarian heard the movement, he immediately put on heavy armor and turned around clumsyly. Ge Pang Xiao opened his mouth wide-

Chang Geng twisted away the steam support under the steel armor sword, and the sharp blades on it whimpered and rotated, mixed with a smell of burning. There were some broken parts inside, which made Chang Geng almost unable to hold it. He shouted loudly and chopped back at a big tree next to him.

Although the buzzing steel armored sword was shaped like scrap copper and iron, it was very quick to cut trees. Before the barbarians could react, the big tree fell down in a sensation, just slapped the barbarians below. Chang Geng roared at Ge Pang Xiao and said, "Why don't you run away!"

The snot and tears on Ge Pangxiao's face were mixed into a ball, and he shouted at the top of his throat: "Brother!"

Before he could say goodbye, the barbarian who was suppressed by the tree suddenly shouted, and he slashed the wood like a beam in half. He looked like an angry buffalo, staring at the two almost unarmed boys in front of him with red eyes.

Seeing that this matter was not good, Chang Geng simply fought.

He took a deep breath, turned sideways, slightly tilted his shoulders, held the sword in his hand tightly, and made a solid starting position.

Unfortunately, no matter how solid it is, it is useless. As soon as he stood still, he heard a "click" sound. The steel armored sword was completely stuck. After coughing twice, a stream of black smoke emerged from it, turning into a real ball of scrap copper and iron.

Ge Pangxiao gasped: "This is this..."

"Go away." Chang Geng whispered to Ge Pang's novel.

Ge Pangxiao was not ashamed of his clever reputation. After hearing this, he grouped himself into a harmless meat ball, rolled into a corner, and perfectly gave up the venue.

The barbarian roared, intending to use a pair of iron fists to slap the ignorant little cub into a meat pie.

Chang Geng bent down the moment the iron fist of a pot fell on his head, quickly drilled through the crack of the fist, passed by the veteran's corpse, and slammed his body one by one, and surprisingly took off the veteran's steel armor leg guards.

At this time, the wind was coming from behind. Chang Geng rolled the pair of "steel legs" into his arms, rolled into the dog hole outside the wall next to him, and kicked his legs instantly when he landed on the ground, and put the steel legs on his feet regardless of the matter.

With a "boom" sound, the weak earth walls in the people's houses were smashed by the barbarian punch, and the earth pieces fell down one after another. The steel legs under Chang Geng's feet spewed out tiny steam with the remaining purple gold at the ankle, pushing him out three feet away at the critical moment.

Chang Geng almost had the illusion that he had already floated up.

In addition to the iron-fist buckle, this was the first time he had worn part of the steel armor on himself. In the line of life and death, he almost maintained his balance and grabbed a corner of the remaining courtyard wall.

Ge Pang screamed: "Be careful—"

The barbarians had already swung away the furious bricks, and the steel armor made an unbearable hiss. The steam under his feet was like a cloud of mist. He was a little surprised by the boy's difficulty in dealing with it. He put away the iron fist, and the gears on his chest turned sourly, and the short black muzzle pointed at Chang Geng.

Prepare to fight quickly.

Chang Geng, who had not yet learned how to live peacefully with the pair of "hot wheels" under his feet, heard a "buzzing" sound and immediately jumped forward instinctively. The back was suddenly filled with scorching pain, and the sand splashed on the ground was like steel nails, rolling towards him with his head and face. He had only had time to protect his head and face with a useless sword.

The people of the Central Plains dare not put short cannons on their chests. Such powerful short cannons can shatter a person's bones. Only the barbarians who were born with Kong Wuwu dared to do this. Some people say that the reason why the three major Xuan Iron Camps could sweep across the eighteen tribes of the Northern Barbarians was that the barbarians who were unable to produce their own steel armor was that they had no choice but to get the advantage of the steel armor. Now they got this batch of heavy armor from somewhere in their hands. Behind them are purple gold that stretches thousands of miles under the grassland. Will they still let the Central Plains bully like sheep?

How terrible this matter is, the young man Chang Geng had no time to think about it at this time.

Mr. Shen... When General Shen taught him how to take care of the steel armor, he once accidentally mentioned that the space of the short cannon on the steel armor is limited, and the ice pipe used for cooling is not that effective. In order not to allow the people in the armor to be baked, each time it is fired, there is about one stick of incense. At this time, the short cannon firing port on the steel armor is automatically locked, so he still has room for breathing.

The barbarian yelled in stiff Chinese: "Run, little bug! I'm so scared! Run!"

Chang Geng's eyes darkened, and he slid down from the base of the wall, and turned around and rushed towards the barbarian chasing at the high-speed.

The barbarian was caught off guard and did not expect that he was so bold and instinctively used a long knife to cut him. The heavy armor was almost twice as high as the boy, and there was a dead corner below. Chang Geng lay back and avoided the frontal knife against the ground. The steel legs rubbed violently with the stone slabs on the ground, and sparks flew everywhere.

Chang Geng took off his hand and threw the steel sword that was blowing the light and pulling out the wax, and it was hitting the barbarian's heart. The barbarian instinctively dodged. At this moment, Chang Geng pressed the iron wrist button on his hand, and the silk poisonous snake in his sleeve circled out like a letter, cutting melons and vegetables, piercing into the barbarian's heavy armor.

Chang Geng: "…"

He was just trying his luck, and he never expected that the iron-fist buckle that Shen Shiliu threw to him casually was such a magic weapon.

The silk in the sleeve pierced the "Golden Meridian" of the barbarian heavy armor. The precise heavy armor lost its power in an instant. In order to prevent the purple gold from leaking and blowing the people inside, the heavy armor activated its self-protection, and all joints from the arm to the back were locked in an instant.

At this time, if the person in the heavy armor has a clear mind, he should take advantage of his half of his body to move and remove his armor first and then kill the enemy - isn't he a strong barbarian, a big and thick barbarian, unable to do anything to two and a half children without the heavy armor?

However, although this barbarian obtained these heavy armors through some method, he obviously had not been able to fully grasp this iron monster. The moment the heavy armor was locked, the barbarian inside was stunned. His first reaction was to want brute force to fight against the mechanical lock.

Even if the body is born with divine power, how can the body be invincible to fight against that heavy armor?

He lost his balance and rushed to the ground.

Chang Geng made a quick decision and took a step forward without hesitation. The steel legs under his feet activated the maximum power, aimed at the golden box near the short cannon in the back of the barbarian, and stomped down fiercely.

Even if the broken steel legs are used to increase the force, the three-inch stone slab can be chopped up, and the golden box will crack in response to the sound.

However, Chang Geng's steel leg was also useless during the process of hard work. He kicked it too hard, and part of the force rebounded to his calf. One leg hurt for a while and I don't know if it was broken.

Chang Geng gritted his teeth and rolled over with one leg back.

Just as he retreated, the barbarian's cracked gold box exploded, and the barbarian's head was blown into pieces on the spot, splashing everywhere.

Chang Geng's body was inevitably splashed with some red and white brains. He hung his legs and wiped away the blood on his face expressionlessly. In the terrifying smell, he was not afraid.

Maybe Xiuniang is right, he is born a monster.

Ge Pang Xiao didn't lose his chain at the critical moment. Although he was shaking like a sieve, his mind was still moving. He shouted at Chang Geng: "Brother, let's find a place to hide. I'll take you to my father's cellar!"

As soon as Chang Geng took a step forward, the pain in his legs made him fall to the ground with a muffled groan and sweated down. Seeing this, Ge Pangxiao ran over without any ambiguity, screamed, and carried Chang Geng on his back.

Although he was not old, his body was already very fat. While running, as the white fat branches trembled, Ge Pangxiao also gasped.

He did not delay his loyalty in his swearing: "Brother, my parents have let them kill me. You saved my life. I will follow you from now on! I will do whatever you ask me to do! Let's kill all these barbarians!"

In the last sentence, he broke his voice and cried.

Chang Geng couldn't hold the useless sword with his strength, so he had to let it fall to the ground with a muffled sound. The muscles on his arm spasmed, and at the same time he laughed in a mess, and joked to Ge Pangxiao: "What do I want you to do? Have you slaughtered meat during the famine year?"

Ge Pangxiao: "At least I can wash your feet..."

At this moment, Chang Geng's ears moved, and he heard an ominous "rustling" sound, and immediately shouted to stop Ge Pangxiao: "Shh!"

Ge Pangxiao: "My mother said that I washed my feet cleanly, and my father's feet were whiter than steamed buns..."

The little fat man's voice stopped abruptly, and he suddenly stopped and took two steps back tremblingly.
Chapter completed!