Grandma Mai looked at the ghost soldiers circling and said calmly:
"It is indeed the Yellow Turban Army, but I don't know who among the three brothers is the one lying in the tomb."
Hui Laoliu answered.
"It must not be Zhang Jiao."
"If he becomes a hero, it will be a shocking event!"
"I'm afraid some masters from the underworld have come over to check on the situation."
Having just received a small revenge from Gray Lao Liu, Chen Daji became more cautious.
Now he has completely hidden behind Hua Jiu Nan.
"Boss, who is Zhang Jiao? What is the Yellow Turban Army?"
Hua Jiunan didn't even bother to answer such low-end questions.
"Read the history books yourself!"
Chen Daji smiled sarcastically.
"My history books are all used by Huwa to wipe his butt in the toilet."
"Damn it, this kid doesn't mind being embarrassed!"
Hua Jiunan looked at it and suddenly thought of something.
"I remember Zhao Fei said: The first time those who came to him were this kind of ghost soldiers, the second time they came were all well-equipped. Could it be..."
Chen Daji was stunned: "Did he make two women pregnant at the same time, and they both died?"
"Fat Zhao is so fierce..."
Hua Jiunan suddenly found that he could no longer communicate normally with Chen Daji.
A sense of superiority that overwhelms by IQ arises spontaneously.
Grandma Mai knocked Chen Daji on the head again.
"You little brat, can you please stop thinking about things in three directions?"
While several people were talking, a burst of sonorous and powerful footsteps came.
Ten well-equipped ghost soldiers pushed through the thick fog and walked straight towards the small courtyard.
During the march, the movements were uniform and uniform, as if they were one person.
Each body of this team of ghost soldiers was broken:
Some were missing half of their arms, and some had a big hole in their stomachs;
There was another person with half his face missing;
The most exaggerated thing is that there is a man whose whole body is covered with arrows. It is obvious that he has experienced an unimaginable cruel war!
The ten ghost soldiers are divided into two groups:
One group holds swords and shields, and the other group holds spears.
In addition, each of them also carries a long bow on his back and a quiver slung at his waist.
Grandma Mai's eyes trembled when she saw it.
"Jiejiejie, it's interesting, it's actually the soul of a soldier from a hundred battles!"
Hui Laoliu's somewhat wretched face showed a rare seriousness.
"Who did the boy in the house offend?!"
These ten Hundred Battle Soldier Souls were obviously influenced by Song Lao and could not find the door into the courtyard.
However, their performance is completely different from that of the Yellow Turban Army:
The leading soldier immediately noticed the abnormality and raised his left hand high with pale bones exposed.
The remaining nine soldier souls immediately stopped advancing.
The sonorous footsteps stopped suddenly.
The sword and shield soldiers formed a circular formation, half-crouched down, and protected the spear soldiers in the middle.
Then with a bang, he put the big shield in his hand on the ground, took off the bow and arrow behind him and aimed at the surroundings.
The spearman put his spear on his shield and held it firmly with both hands.
All actions flowed smoothly without any delay.
The brutal murderous aura rippled out, forming bursts of icy cold wind.
At this moment, the yellow scarf ghost, who had been circling, discovered this group of Hundred Battle Soldier Souls, and immediately rushed over like a duck, squawking.
After a brief confrontation, the two sides immediately started fighting without knowing what was said.
Ten versus one hundred, the result is a complete victory for the Hundred Battle Soldiers!
Except for one person who was chopped into black smoke by the Yellow Turban ghost soldiers' swords, the others were only slightly injured.
The Yellow Turban Ghost Soldiers are in dire straits:
More than half of the soldiers were beaten to the point of death, while the rest abandoned their helmets and armor and fled toward the ancient tomb like frightened birds.
Bai Zhan Soldier Soul did not chase after him, and after a little tidying up, he regrouped in formation.
Hua Jiunan and Chen Daji watched with excitement:
This is the style that my Chinese warrior should have!
This is the undefeated warrior who has galloped for five thousand years and opened up new territories!
Compared with them, the Yellow Turban Soldiers are nothing!
After the excitement, Chen Daji was a little confused.
"Boss, those who came to arrest Fatty Zhao are actually regular troops, so isn't he destined to die?"
"Besides...and we are too embarrassed to fight with these soldiers..."
Grandma Mai still laughed softly:
"Jie Jie Jie, why are you so anxious? Let's just wait and see what happens."