As Jia Fangzhou walked, he nibbled the dry cakes hard. The frozen cakes were harder than stones. He took a bite and held them in his mouth for a while before they became soft. He couldn't eat a few bites, and his cheeks became a little sore and soft. He grabbed a handful of snow from the hanging branches and leaves and stuffed them into his mouth. It was cold into his mouth, which made him feel numb and painful.

Hundreds of people lined up in two columns on the snow, pushing forward with some difficulty. The snow was deep, people with higher martial arts cultivation were walking in the front, while soldiers behind were moving forward stepping on the footprints in front to save their energy to the greatest extent.

These people are not new recruits, but the most elite part of Qi's border army. They did everything they could save physical strength.

Jia Fangzhou suddenly stopped, and his mouth, which was chewing, also stopped. After a while, he turned to look at the Qi army general beside him, "Did you hear it?"

"The sound of thunder." The general of Qi army was holding the dry cake in his hand, obviously a little confused.

"But it's winter now." Jia Fangzhou." The voice came from Panlong Village. What was that? Why could it be so far?"

The general of Qi army shook his head in confusion.

Jia Fangzhou took a deep breath: "Has Mingren made something new? I have to go and see first. I am a little doubtful now whether Panlong Village can hold on for a while. You continue to follow the original plan."

He flew forward for more than a hundred steps first, and another muffled sound came. This time, Jia Fangzhou heard it more clearly. His feet couldn't help but sink, and he immediately stomped the snow cover. With the sound of clamoring, snow fell one after another.

Deep in the snow forest, under a pine tree, an old man was wearing a green robe and sat cross-legged. Hearing the faint sound of thunder from afar, he stood up with a smile.

"It's interesting, more interesting than expected. The little guys can always bring surprises." The old man said to himself: "Since that's the case, I naturally have to make fun of them. It's always good to live a few more, so that your highness will always have such a knot in his heart in the future."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and a long sword slid out silently in the snow crown above his head, drilled into his sleeves, disappeared without a trace. The old man took a step forward and then disappeared into the pine forest.

In another place, a strong man was naked in such a cold weather, rubbing the scar-straight body with snow. Two muffled thunders came from a distance. He looked up in surprise and looked towards the direction of Panlong Village. After a while, he grabbed a piece of clothing from the ground and put it on his body, and took big steps to walk towards the distance. Unlike the old man in green who had gone without a trace, the strong man's footprints were deep and shallow, and he was actually a cripple.

The sound of muffled thunder came, and a raised snow pile suddenly moved. A man holding a knife came out of it, shook the snowflakes on his body, and then carried his huge oar blade and walked towards Panlong Village.

In the other direction of Panlong Village, a guy wrapped in a white cloak slowly slid down from the tree, raised the wine pot and took a sip of wine, but his other hand was holding a fan, opened it with a rush, fanned it a few times, and then swayed, and ran towards Panlong Village like a ghost.

At the same time, not far from the Qi army's marching team, a one-armed sword was taken with a look at another warrior holding a spear, and stood up at the same time.

"I smelled the sword energy!" said the one-armed man with a sword on his back.

"Is it Hu Bugui?" The other person nodded.

"He is coming to us, no, it seems that he is going to attack Jia Fangzhou and the others." said the sword-bearing man.

"It's a good idea. If it's a sneak attack, I'm afraid Jia Fangzhou and the others will suffer heavy losses."

"I'll deal with him, you go to Panlong Village to find an opportunity to catch Qin Wu."

"Be careful."

"Hu Bugui is a sword, and I am a sword too." The man with a sword chuckled, "I just happened to see whose sword is more sharp."

The two of them stretched out their fists and touched them gently, one went to the left and the other to the right, parting ways.

The warrior with a sword on his back was Lan Yongchuan. More than ten years ago, in a battle with the Ming army, he was cut off one arm by He Rentu, and he left in a mess, trying hard to save his life. But that battle benefited him a lot. Although he lost an arm, his martial arts cultivation has soared. Over the years, he has been staying in the army to hone his sword skills, thinking that he is completely different from that year. He really hopes to meet He Rentu again and avenge the sword. He naturally knows Hu Bugui. He does not think that Hu Bugui is his opponent. Perhaps many years ago, Hu Bugui was also considered a ruthless character on the battlefield, but since he became a consecrated by Zhou and later surrendered to the Ming Dynasty with Zhou, he has never experienced life-and-death battles again. At this point, Hu Bugui is definitely not as good as himself.

Even if the two people have similar martial arts cultivation, Lan Yongchuan has absolute confidence to win it.

Jia Fangzhou was hiding between a big tree not far from Panlong Village, looking at Panlong Village through the gaps in the white crowns.

As he expected, Panlong Village had changed hands. The bodies were discarded on the snow outside in a row. The sound of ding-dong dong came from time to time. The other party was repairing the village gate. Do they want to rest here for a few days? Jia Fangzhou couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

The combat effectiveness of the Ming army was a bit beyond his expectations. He originally thought that Panlong Village could support them even if they arrived. The ideal situation was that when the Ming army was attacking Panlong Village, they raided from behind. In this way, perhaps there was no need for the masters to take action and he could take down the King of Qi himself. The two masters just had to entangle the master of the King of Qi, the guard of Hu Bugui. If you are lucky, you might be able to keep the master.

But now, this wishful thinking is obviously bankrupt.

There was a blazing fire on Panlong Village. The Ming army lit several large fires, illuminating the entire Panlong Village. On the walls, they were in groups in the east and west, and were barbecuing something with big fires. The sound of laughter clearly reached his ears.

Jia Fangzhou didn't care much about these less than two hundred Ming troops. No matter how strong they were in combat, they could not be the opponent of the people he brought. What he cared about was the result of those few muffled thunder sounds.

The biggest possibility is that the Ming army has produced some latest weapon. What annoyed him was that the ghost had not found any information at all. If it were not King Qin Wu of Qi this time, and it was not because Qin Wu wanted to make some special achievements to establish his own prestige, this weapon would not have been exposed to him.

You have to figure out what this is, and it is best to get a few such things when you defeat them and take them back for good research.

He took a deep breath, took his eyes back from the bodies of the Qi soldiers on the snow, and looked at the Ming general standing on the top of the city.

The flash of fire made the man's face look extremely clear in front of Jia Fangzhou's eyes. He had never seen Qin Wu himself, but had seen a portrait of Qin Wu. It was the image that was depicted by the ghosts when Qin Wu went to Hulao Pass and other places to preside over the canal digging ceremony not long ago.

It was indeed him.

Jia Fangzhou felt a sense of joy.

He slid silently from the tree and turned toward the way he came. The Ming army had already occupied Panlong Village, and there was still a tough battle to fight next.

The troops of Qi's army could already see Panlong Village. The Panlong Village, which was illuminated by the burning flames on the top of the mountain, was like a bright torch. The leading Qi general finally swallowed all the dried cakes in his hand with difficulty. Looking at the flashing place in the distance, he grinned and smiled.

There are less than two hundred new recruits, but they are carrying a total of five hundred elite soldiers. Are they enough to eat them by themselves?

A smile had just opened at the corner of his mouth, but a warning suddenly flashed in his heart. He suddenly turned around and a light flashed in front of his eyes.

"Be careful!" He roared suddenly. His feet were on the snow, and the snowflakes splashed, and the snow on the ground was splashed everywhere by his foot. At the place where he landed, the thick snow disappeared. General Qi's leader had already jumped high, and the man was in the air. His hands were already holding a knife and a knife rod on his back. He clasped his hands and made a snap, and a big knife that was nearly three meters long appeared in his hand.

It fell heavily and flew up again, with the sword light shining, and he had already captured the twinkling sword shadow.

The screams sounded, and the ghostly sword light flew past the long line, and dozens of people fell to the ground almost at the same time. When the sword light appeared again, a big sword was already slashing in the air.

The sword tip of the long sword flying in the air suddenly rose, with a tingling sound, the general Qi army holding a big knife roared, and several somersaults were turned back in the air, falling to the ground, kneeling on one knee, and blood was already oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The thin sword tip faced the heavy weapon head-on, and the one who retreated was actually the heavy weapon. The sword succeeded with one blow, but did not retreat. It hovered in the air, and the sword tip swayed, as if looking for a chance to take the next move.

"It's the master, form a formation!" The Qi general swung his sword and attacked again. Behind him, the Qi soldiers quickly began to line up, and shields were erected one by one. After the long spear was placed behind the shield, layer by layer, and in the middle, the archers and crossbowmen raised the crossbows in their hands together.

The long sword hovered in the air flashed in the air and stabbed out quickly. The Qi general roared and waved his sword to meet him. But the sword bent in the air, bypassed the Qi general, and killed more than a dozen Qi soldiers behind him who had not had time to hide in the formation on the spot.

The general of Qi army roared angrily.

"Enter!" He held up his sword and took a big step forward. Behind him, the gathered army followed him and forced him to the man in blue not far from them.

The man in green laughed loudly, with a move of his hand, the long sword in the air was like a flying bird plunging into the forest, returning to his hand.
Chapter completed!