"Boss, this guy is just a nobody in Zhuangzi. Why do you..."

Gua Geluo asked in confusion, but he only asked half of the question, and shut up the moment the bald man raised his head.

Sun Honglei, no, Fenghuo Liancheng whispered: "Although this boy is not strong enough, he has a lot of foundation. Do you understand?"

Gua Geluo was stunned for a moment and then said: "What the boss means is to take a long-term view..."

Fenghuo Liancheng nodded and pointed outside: "The goods have arrived, come with me to check them."

With that said, he stood up and told Gua Geluo: "Next stop, Wuzhuang, let this kid take the lead. Whether he is pretending or not, we will know in a moment."

This is Wu Rong's base camp.

After the master Fenghuo Liancheng surrendered to the Qing court, he established such a base camp here and recruited many horse thieves and martial arts masters. In the name of the ban on martial arts, he plundered and killed warriors and civilians, and exchanged their heads for silver rewards.

This is an era of late martial arts, and the spiritual energy in the outside world is pitifully thin.

After he woke up, he found that he had become a half-grown child. At first, he thought it was caused by physical infertility. Later, he gradually discovered that this world seemed to be the legendary period of late martial arts. The spiritual energy was thin and it was difficult for warriors to cultivate true energy.

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You can only rely on yourself to condense your inner strength, and fighting relies more on martial arts.

When it comes to swordsmanship, he can be regarded as the ancestor of all of them. However, relying solely on swordsmanship without the support of internal strength, it is impossible for him to deal with thousands of troops.

Therefore, he chose to give in.

Fenghuo Liancheng, an arrogant master, may have had ulterior motives, but in the end, he was spared his life.

He time-traveled into the body of this boy named Ping An, and at this moment followed Feng Huo Liancheng back to Wu Rong's base camp.

"Five hundred and three loads of fried wheat."

"Eighty loads of dried fruit."

"Dried beef, three hundred and eighty pounds."

Chinese with a strong Kansai accent rang out, and the Tatar warriors sat on the battlefield and counted the gains from the massacre of Yizhuang.

"Seven carts of yellow corn..."

Ping An's eyes fell under the high platform, and above the high platform was the beacon-lit tiger-skin throne.

He has arrived on the high platform at this moment.

Apart from these gains, the most surprising thing was a group of women kneeling on the ground.

Among the group of warriors who were all in black armor, these women in colorful clothes were too conspicuous.

However, the clothes they wore were no longer as gorgeous as those in the south of the Yangtze River, but had the unique dusty feel of the desert beyond the Great Wall.

"Three carts of white corn...three donkeys..."

On one side of the high platform, the scholar kept records in the account book.

"Thirteen sheep..."

Suddenly, there was a sound of a knife slashing, followed by a loud roar: "Gua Ge Luo!"

A roasted leg of lamb flew up in the air.

Gua Geluo caught it accurately with his dagger, which was a reward from the beacon-fired city.

"Nine women...no, six."

Fenghuo Liancheng finally spoke: "Is it nine or six?"

"Originally there were nine...three were strangled to death on the road!" the scholar replied hesitantly.

"Hairy Wolf!"

Fenghuo Liancheng shouted again, and a majestic man rushed up like a wild dog and took the leg of lamb he had rewarded.

"So six..."

At this time, the six women kneeling on the ground all looked at the roasted whole lamb on the table.

It's really too tempting. These women dressed in Korean costumes are actually trafficked slaves.

They came here hungry all the way, and they were already dead.

"you!"

The fourth woman caught Fenghuo Liancheng's attention because she was the only one who dared to raise her finger.

The woman was dragged over, and Fenghuo Liancheng roughly opened her mouth with his fingers and explored her mouth.

"What's your name?"

The scholar looked intently and said, "Her name is Luzhu. She is from Korea. Her family lives by the Yalu River."

Fenghuo Liancheng used his greasy hands to peel back her sticky hair and get a clear look at her appearance.

He suddenly let go of his hand and took a deep breath.

"You shouldn't have left me."

"I told you you would come back."

It seemed that Lu Zhu had known him before, but in fact, she just looked like a certain woman from before.

Feng Huo Liancheng suddenly picked up the heavy nine-ring ghost-headed sword and placed it on Lu Zhu's shoulder.

"Do you still recognize this knife?"

His voice was low and somewhat hoarse.

As for the woman named Lu Zhu, her eyes always fell on the food in front of the counter.

"Did you hear that?"

When the sword is shaken by the flames of war, the golden ring on it will make a jingling sound.

"The ghost in your belly is growling!"

"Everyone has several ghosts in him, taking turns to cause mischief!"

Luzhu ignored it and just crawled towards the desk.

"Boom!"

The sound of the knife made everyone startled.

The ghost-headed sword fell on the desk, leaving a deep mark.

Luzhu's hair was also chopped off a lot.

Feng Huo Liancheng lowered his head, "Listen, I was scared away."

Luzhu stood blankly in front of the desk and trembled, while Fenghuo Liancheng let out a sick laugh.

All female slaves were lifted from their chains.

"I want that one!" Fenghuo Liancheng stared at Luzhu and said.

He picked up the woman who had changed into a red robe and walked directly to the big room behind the high platform.

The orgy begins and the women are divided.

Luzhu is lucky because she is exclusive to Fenghuo Liancheng.

But other women have become public expendables.

The screams of women and the carnival of men's lust echoed all night long. The other five women were destined not to live to see the sun the next day.

Ping An didn't say anything, he had no ability to stop it. Not yet.

He just stared at these people blankly, staring at the braids on the back of their heads.

Damn it, Tatars!

In the big room, Fenghuo Liancheng was enjoying the green beads.

He put Luzhu into a big red robe and said to himself: "This is your clothes. I have been keeping them for you. It still has your scent on it."

There was nothing else in the green bead's eyes, only staring at the food in front of him.

As soon as the flames of war let her go, she rushed towards the roasted whole lamb desperately.

Starved to death, almost starved to death.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, when she is about to starve to death, she is as terrifying as Shura Yaksha.

Fenghuo Liancheng buried his head in the clothes behind her and took a deep breath. He looked like a pervert.

He walked over, stood behind Lu Zhu, and shouted.

He took off Lv Zhu's clothes, lay on her body, opened his mouth, and bit Lv Zhu's back hatefully like a hungry wolf.

Luzhu's back was already covered with scars, all caused by whipping.

Fenghuo Liancheng spoke very harshly, as if he was venting something. But Luzhu didn't respond at all, she just focused on eating.

As long as you have something to eat, nothing else matters.

Just when Fenghuo Liancheng was preparing to do something, a soldier suddenly rushed in from outside.

"Report to the general, we found Shanzhi's body."

Shan Zhi is one of the twelve generals of Wu Rong.

Feng Huo Liancheng said nothing, picked up the ghost-headed sword and walked quickly to the door.

There was a "crash" and blood splashed three feet high.
Chapter completed!