Evil Monarch Wields Nine Yangs

102 Chapter 102 Controlling the Forward Camp

Li Xing originally thought that these people would not easily take him as his main role, but things were completely unexpected. After ten hesitations, the ten successful warriors came to Li Xing at the same time, and one of them said in a deep voice: "We wish Bless you! "

Li Xing stunned, stood up and glanced at the people one by one, and asked with a smile, "You are doing this, is it related to Wang Yang?" Instantly, he thought that ten people had besieged him, and it must have been directed by Wang Yang. Now that the siege is unsuccessful, and Wang Yang's mission is not completed, ten people start to worry about their own safety. Under this pressure, they had no choice but to serve him as their principal, seeking security.

The warrior said: "Yes! Wang Yang promises that if we can kill you, we will not die. But if it is not successful, he will make us die faster."

Li Xing was more decisive and nodded immediately: "Okay, I accept you!"

When faced with the threat of death, ten blood-successful warriors had to join Li Xing's side in order to master the battle and survive in the battle.

The ten strongest men have already worshiped Li Xing, and the remaining thirty-eight monks who practiced blood were also quick to make a decision. On Tianyuanzhou, the strong is the respect and the strong is the king. It is very common to worship such a strong person.

As a result, including Du Yiming and Feng Ping, Li Xing has a total of ten fighters who have successfully practiced blood and forty fighters who have practiced nine blood. They are the ultimate blood training figures, with powerful lethality and amazing destructive power.

Li Xing looked around the crowd: "Begin today, you will practice Xuanlong killing with me!"

He will be able to get rich food supplies every day. Even if they need to, they can recruit some dusty women to go upstairs. The living conditions of the forward camp are far better than ordinary sergeants.

This is because forward battalions are one of the guarantees of an army's success and are extremely important. In the battle between the princes, the qi practitioners participated very little, and the characters at the level of **** training rarely participated. The protagonist on the battlefield is a blood training warrior, they are in full swing, dominating everything.

Twenty-one striker battalions were divided into seventeen groups by Li Xing, with three members in each group, and one or three spin dragons. When the exercise was proficient, the groups were continuously combined and continued to practice the second and third kills, and the third and third kills.

I unknowingly, half a month has passed, and almost no one in the forward camp has been killed. And Wang Zixing didn't bother to ask, he only needs to be able to charge and fall into battle while fighting.

However, as the battle approached, Wang Zixing was discussing the countermeasures with the generals.

The Chinese army had a large account, and the prince was wearing a battle armor, referring to the sandbox in front of him, saying, "Fang Hou Su Zhanshan sits on 30 cities, and the backing behind him is one of the two factions. The military strength is not weaker than ours. The Qingxiao faction is also one of the forces that can compete with the Qiyun faction. "

"Therefore, the Qi Yun faction also attaches great importance to it, and has tried to prevent the Qing Xiao faction from interfering in this matter. Of course, if the Qi Yun faction does not intervene, the Qing Xiao faction cannot take the action. In this way, this battle is fought for two Hard power! "

One general stood up and reported: "Fang Hou, our army has more troops than the other, and we should have an advantage. However, Su Zhanshan trained a fierce tiger army and trained fierce tigers as mounts, which is very difficult to deal with."

Wang Zixing nodded: "I have arrangements for this matter, and I will have a way to restrain the Tigers. What Hou is worried about is whether the forward camp can win. If the forward camp wins, we can increase our chance of winning by one or two points. . "

The first general said: "Houye cares about the overall situation, and he has no choice but to dispose of Li Xing. This is a wise move! Li Xing is very strong and can easily deter the rest of the striker camp. It is a personal talent. The young man suggested that Houye Consider building friendly relationships with them. "

Wang Zixing dismissed it: "You know better than me about the striker camp. There have been fewer people who have survived. He wants to pay attention to him and live first." He paused, "Telima, Su Zhanshan's army is approaching, yes It's time we acted! "

The battle was about to begin, and the men in the forward camp stood on the school ground for the second time. Different from last time, this time, the temperament of all the forward camps changed greatly. They are no longer a bunch of people from the west, but they are standing together neatly, with bright clothes and harmonious momentum.

As soon as the people at Qianfeng Battalion appeared, no one dared to approach one hundred meters away. Because no one can withstand the murderous radiance sent by the forward camp, just the pressure caused by the murderous qi can make the ordinary warrior's stomach burst.

Far away, Wang Zixing and the generals felt the pressure from the forward camp, and everyone was shocked.

Wang Zixing was shocked, but his heart was very happy: "As a Fang Hou so far, the forward camp has changed blood more than ten times, and I have never seen it have such momentum and prestige! This Li Xing is really a personal talent, It seems that I can't move him for the time being! "

The front striker camp stood in the forefront. Behind them were more than 13,000 men, lined up neatly.

Wang Zixing ascended to the general's platform, his expression condensed, and his voice sounded like a thunder, and he said in a deep voice: "Brothers! Fanghou Su Zhanshan, led by 8,000 men, is heading for us. What are they going to do? Rob our wives Female, kill our son, **** our belongings, and occupy our fields! If we let them in ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Thirty-five cities, they will all be ruined! Our loved ones and friends, including ours You will lose your life! "

"Brothers, are you willing to do this?" The prince asked sharply.

"No!" It sounded like a thunder and a thunder. More than 10,000 warriors, in unison, shook the earth and shook, and the clouds in the sky were scattered. All the people in Xuanwu City heard the results. The people in Xuanwu City, no matter what they were doing, at this moment, they stopped their work and listened quietly.

"So, what should we do? Is it a war? Is it a retreat?" Wu Zisheng asked aloud, his eyes were full of murderous and evil spirits.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

好 "Okay! You are all good! With you, our wives and children will live in peace. With you, no one can trample on our dignity!" Wang Xing's voice was so hot that his words were extremely sensational.

Li Xing couldn't help but be sorrowful, and said in his heart: Wang Zixing could become a Fang Hou, and it really wasn't an ordinary person. The soldiers were easily promoted by him.

"Please the brothers of the forward camp come forward!" As a rule, Wang Zixing wants to toast the forward camp one by one. The success or failure of the forward battalion is related to the success or failure of the entire army. Any general will not despise any expedition.

Li Xingdan said lightly: "Go." The first one walked towards the stage. Behind him, fifty forward battalions followed.

"Mr. Li!" Wang Zixing held a bowl of wine in both hands and brought it to him in person, "Please!"