Since you want to kill a bunch of your own people, then just stay here and make fertilizer.

Thinking back then, in the next battle at Luoxia Mountain, thousands of people were killed, but he didn't even frown.

Back at the camp, Zhao Meng had bandaged the wounds on his arms, and several guards who had been scratched by iron arrows had also applied gold wound medicine.

Zhao Meng suppressed the shock in his heart and asked in a hoarse voice: "Shopkeeper Li, how many guys came here tonight? Have they been dealt with?"

Li Xiuyuan was silent for a while, then looked back quietly: "I haven't counted, but there are still some guys left. They were so scared that they ran away far away."

Naturally, he couldn't tell Zhao Meng that he had been making preparations ever since he left the imperial city.

Be prepared to encounter an ambush on the road, and be prepared to deal with all enemies in the future one by one.

The powerful man in the imperial city had no idea that in Xu Fu's convoy, there was a reclusive god of murder who thought of countless countermeasures for Xu Fu.

So for Li Xiuyuan, the man in black who died under his arrow today was just an unspeakable result of his life experience.

He also knew that even if Zhao Meng suddenly arrived at the Golden Core Realm, it would be difficult for him to obtain the results tonight.

Zhao Meng touched his injured arm and murmured: "These guys are really good people. They come to give us money every day."

After speaking, he turned to a group of guards and shouted, "Brothers, go clean the battlefield, and we will continue to share the money tomorrow." Zhao Meng shouted with a smile.

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and sighed, and said, "Even if you are injured, you will have to continue practicing your sword when you get up tomorrow morning."

Zhao Meng laughed: "That's true."
Chapter completed!