Song Yun applied medicine to Lao Li, wrapped the bandage, and was about to find a room with a cellar to hide.

Dada... A crisp sound of horse hooves came outside the house.

Song Yun looked up suddenly.

Old Litou quickly closed the door quietly, peeked out through the crack in the window, frowned and said softly:

"No, there are my blood on the street..."

Song Yun's face turned pale, "What should I do?"

Old Li sighed softly and pointed to his room: "Go and get my bronze sword and prepare for battle."

Song Yun was stunned when he heard the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer outside, and took a few deep breaths, then a look of ruthlessness appeared on his face.

"Forget it, since I don't let me hide, then just fight."

"Anyway, I'm going to die, so I might as well pull a few people on the back."

"I haven't been to the battlefield yet, I just thought it was a time travel experience, grass!"

He turned his head and walked into Lao Li's room.

The Beiting Army has been defending the city for 50 years, and the original Tang Dynasty's ordnances have basically been damaged.

The weapons were either made by themselves or snatched from the sand bandits outside the city.

Old Li snatched a bronze sword and regarded it as a treasure.

The sword is four feet long and three fingers wide. It has dark blue color, straight ridges and ridges, narrow front thighs, thin and sharp edges, and a faint and cold light at the tip.

At first glance, you can tell that it is a top-grade weapon, and Song Yun was also envious of it for a long time.

Before, he was practicing martial arts and stubbornly, he borrowed this sword from Lao Li, and practiced a few sword techniques.

At this time, Old Li saw Song Yun coming out with a sword, and he was still stroking the sword body excitedly and laughed and scolded:

"Little bastard... I'll give you the sword!"

After hearing this, Song Yun was amused and laughed: "We are both almost dead. We will send me away at this time. Can I still take it on the road?"

As the quarrels as they were fighting, Song Yun held a sword in his hands, stood facing the door, and a light flashed through his eyes.

He is already thinking about it now, just die if he dies, he can't die too cowardly.

Before dying, I will do a great battle!

Old Li stared at the young man with a sharp aura, but his eyes were dazed, as if he saw himself when he was young—

I just arrived in Anxi and was full of energy. I thought that after ten years of work, I could go back to get promoted and make money, marry a wife and have a bunch of babies...

"I said boy, you are not a formal soldier of the Beiting Army now, are you?"

"I am a fellow soldier, not you guys."

"You guys are also soldiers, boy, do you want to join our Beiting Army? The first Iron Army of the Tang Dynasty."

"According to General Guo's intention, I would have to train you for another two years, but now the situation has changed, and this is a good opportunity for you!"

Song Yun was so amused that he was amused and crying when he heard this. What else could he join in a remnant army that had been forgotten by the world for decades and was about to be destroyed?

Before dying, should you lead a staffing team before going on the road?

He looked up and wanted to bicker, but when he saw Old Man Li's look of anticipation, he hesitated for a moment.

Join, just treat it as a commemoration of your short time travel career.

"Okay, I'll join."

"Hahaha!" Old Li laughed loudly, and the wound on his abdomen was bleeding.

"From today, you will be a soldier from Beiting Mansion, who will be part of the Infantry Battalion, and will obey the orders under my sixth place!"

"You old man is still a little bit?"

Before Song Yun could finish his words, his expression suddenly stopped.

Messages emerged out of thin air in my mind—

[A lonely city with white hair]

[The soldiers of Beiting Palace have been unswerving for fifty years and would rather die than surrender]

[Do you accept the identity inheritance of Anxi Military Town?]

Song Yun never expected that the time travel system that he had been waiting for for a year would be activated in this way.

"Do you protect Anxi's identity inheritance?"

Song Yun thought about it and looked at the happy old head Li again.

"This broken place in Anxi is a little poor, but it's quite comfortable to live."

"I heard that there was a lot of chaos outside, and the countries were fighting in a mess, and the bones were exposed in the wild, and there was no rooster crowing thousands of miles away."

"It's better for Anxi to compare this."

“I accept.”

[Loading Identity Inheritance: Zhencheng Wufu]

[One man is a mighty city, and no one can enter!]

[Talent: When you are in Anxi City, killing the enemy can obtain martial arts cultivation value]

【Zhencheng Wufu: Song Yun】

[Current realm: First-level martial artist, early stage]

【The cultivation value required to advance to the first level mid-stage: 0/1】

[For each killing of 1 first-level enemy, you can get 1 cultivation value]

Song Yun was stunned for a while, then he was ecstatic.

"The warrior in the city, you can become stronger by killing the enemy!"

"I've saved it, and Lao Li and the others have saved it too!"

Outside the house, the sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and the cavalry had already locked in the source of the blood and headed straight for this place.

Song Yun was no longer panicked, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, guarding the side and rear of Lao Li's head.

The dim sunlight shone through the crack of the door and shone on his tense face.

This is the first battle in his life.

Perhaps it is the last battle.

But as long as he wins and keeps getting stronger, he has hope of defeating Jing Jun!

The sound of horse hooves gradually subsided.

A messy footsteps sounded.

There was no imagined call process of "surrendering and not killing". The Jing Bing outside the house kicked the door without saying a word!

With a clang, the dilapidated door hinge was kicked off by force, and two door panels flew straight towards Song Yun and the others.

Old Li was about to slash someone with a knife, but seeing this, he could only dodge sideways.

The door panel fell into the house, and a figure flashed outside, and two scenic soldiers rushed into the house!

The two scenic soldiers also wore black iron masks, looked fierce, raised their cold cavalry and rushed towards Song Yun and Lao Li respectively.

Song Yun quickly swung his sword to block it.

The swords and swords fought each other and made a sharp trembling sound.

Song Yun's wrist numb and couldn't help but take a step back, with a stern expression.

This cavalry is stronger than him! It is probably at the late stage of martial arts and even at the peak.

If you really want to fight, you may not be able to walk a few moves.

Fortunately, the room was small, which limited the enemy's performance.

In addition, the bronze sword in my hand is also particularly powerful.

The swords and swords intersected, and they even cut a gap with the cavalry on the opposite side!

The cavalry of Jingguo who fought with Song Yun looked at the blade with heartache, then looked at the bronze sword greedily, sneered, and attacked again.

This person no longer faces head-on, but fights with his sharp edge at the face of Song Yun, wandering in front of his throat, chest and abdomen.

Song Yun was almost hit by the vital points several times, his mouth tightly pursed and his cold sweat couldn't stop flowing.

"I just loaded [Zhencheng Wufu], I can be promoted by killing the enemy, but I was killed by the first enemy? Can't do this."

However, Song Yun still had expectations of this situation. He couldn't open up the situation here, but there was still a second way-

Old Li.

Although Old Li is old and injured again, the realm of a second-level martial artist is there.

Fighting against the first-level Jingguo cavalry of the opposite martial arts, the advantage is obvious.

Soon the battle knife swept sharply and opened a deep bone-visible hole on the cavalry's arm.

The figures swayed outside the house, and there seemed to be Jing Bing.

But the four people in the room were already very embarrassed and they couldn't get in outside.

Seeing that Old Li stabbed his head into the cavalry's lower abdomen again, Song Yun knew that the opportunity had come.

"Don't kill me, give me the head!"
To be continued...