We are almost at the age of knowing our destiny, are we going to have another big bet?

Xiao Hou shook his head helplessly, and the bitterness beside his mouth became thicker.

An Bochen only talked about three things in this letter. First, Mr. Li was a snake demon, second, he unified the aristocratic family and wanted to stop the army and kill the demon, third...

"Bo Chen and the young master, please choose one of them."

He muttered in a low voice, and Xiao Hou could only smile bitterly.

If Mr. Li is really a snake demon, everything can be explained. Only the monster will have such a method of turning the world around. He defeated him again and again, and he was defeated so much that he had no desire to resist and surrendered wholeheartedly. Although Bo Chen was extremely talented, he was young after all. Even if he could turn the world and get the Liujing family, he was just a skill in the world. How could he be able to defeat Mr. Li? But...

"Sir, is it the thief army surrender?"

Just as Mr. Xiao hesitated, a bearded general asked loudly.

"no."

Mr. Xiao waved his hand.

The general frowned and said, "The siege crossbow chariot is ready. When will the siege be ordered to siege be stopped?"

After looking at the general, Xiao Hou said carelessly: "General Han, don't worry, the time has not arrived."

"Hmph! The adults are very hesitant. There are only a few little kids with unfinished breasts in the city. It only takes the blink of an eye to capture Liujing. Why should adults act like a little daughter?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Hou's expression remained unchanged, and even smiled, his eyes retracted from his blood, and said quietly: "In this way, I hope General Han will sacrifice his flag to attack the city before our army kills an enemy general."

With three laughs, General Han stepped out and clasped his fists and said, "Han received the order!"

After picking up the three-foot mace, General Han walked out of the camp in a hurry, without any sense of the cold light flashing in Xiao Hou's eyes.

Bo Chen, don’t blame me for being ruthless. If you can’t even take down a general, how can you be Li Gongzi’s opponent? Kill a few more generals to ping the resentment in Yiping’s army, and let me think about it for a while.

......

In the northern suburbs of the capital, the rebels stopped moving forward. Everyone in the city breathed a sigh of relief and looked at An Bochen's eyes and lighted up.

Suddenly, the drumbeat sounded, and the front army of the rebels lined up, and a fierce horse emerged from the formation. The horse was sitting with a murderous general. He was eight feet tall and carried a three-foot mace in his hand. He walked around the city gate proudly, then stopped, and the mace suddenly penetrated into the mud, looking at the city top and laughed.

"You guys are polite. I'm the pioneer Han Dandang. Now I'm using you and others to sacrifice the flag. Who dares to fight?"

This loud shout was like a thunder thunder blew up in the ground, and even the people in the city could hear it clearly.

For a moment, everyone in the city looked at An Bochen together. The people in the city were stunned at first, and then shouted loudly.

"Prince An!"

"Prince An!"

"Prince An!"

......

Wuhua's face tightened. Just as he was about to say something before, he was stopped by Zhang Bushi and shook his head.

The hearts of the people in the city were all about An Bochen. This first battle was his. If he avoided the battle, the morale that had just been aroused was gone. If he was defeated, the city would be in chaos. Only when he won can he boost morale and continue to guard the city without generals or soldiers.

"Brother An, this person has the cultivation level of the land, so be careful."

Zhang Bushi whispered.

Nodding and looking down at the proud general under the city, Amberchen took a deep breath, picked up his silver spear and shouted in a low voice: "Put the rope!"

The Jinwu Guard on the side hesitated for a moment, picked up the rope and threw it into the city. Amber Chen turned over and floated down to the high city under everyone's complicated gaze.

Seventy miles away, Liujing, the capital of Jiangnan, now relies on a low-class tenant family. The young men of the aristocratic family showed shame, looked at each other, and bowed their heads.

Standing firmly, An Bochen stood with his gun, looking at the strange general opposite him, and then heard a "squeak" sound coming from behind him.

Looking back, a small crack was opened in the city gate. Li Xiaoguan came over bravely, then turned over and jumped off, giving the horse to An Bochen.

"Bo Chen, the little official is going to hold the formation for you!"

Li Xiaoguan shouted with fists, without fear.

Thinking of the little official's invulnerable body, An Bochen hesitated for a moment, nodded, then carried his spear and horse, pressing his horse and heading towards the enemy general.

The heavy rain could not hide the sound of drumbeats. On the other hand, the Liujing side was silent, like a dead city.

Although it was raining, An Bochen felt the fire wind blowing, and the blood in his heart rushed towards the drum beat, rushing straight to his forehead.

Unlike the martial arts field, and also from the Mo Yunlou alone, this time it is a real battle on the battlefield. Either you die or I die, and not only An Bochen, if An Bochen is defeated, even Liu Jing behind him will be destroyed.

The palms holding the gun handle were wet, and I don’t know if it was sweat or rain.

Amid the drumbeat, Amber Chen pressed the horse and the silver spear swung quietly, slowly brewing.

Only ten horses were left before the general, An Bochen could see the beauty of the face clearly, and his cultivation level was the one who would be defeated and died.

He hid his left hand behind and quietly pinched his hand seal. An Bochen was not anxious or impatient, and his horse stance was steady, but his eyes became more and more cold and sharp, just like a sword about to leave the box.

"Hahaha, he is actually a little baby. I didn't expect that Han Dandang would bully the younger generation one day."

He looked at An Bochen with disdain. Han Gandang shook his head and laughed loudly, and the rebels behind him also burst into laughter.

And at this moment, An Bochen suddenly launched.

He crawled on the back of a horse, raised his arms and danced his gun, not fast or too slow.

The wind and rain blew the hair in chaos, and the boy's eyes became colder.

Han Dandang still laughed, staring at Amberchen who was slapped, pulled up the reins, held the mace in his hand, and made a move calmly.

The old subordinates of Duke Huo looked at the boy who was flying into the flames like a show, with a relaxed look on his face, while the people in the city all showed nervousness and their hearts were thumping.

In a blink of an eye, there were only five horses between the two.

At this moment, An Bochen suddenly straightened his back and clamped the horse's belly. The horse suddenly accelerated for some reason, as fast as lightning and as fast as the wind. Han Gandang on the opposite side was suddenly stunned.

"Fight against the enemy!"

Amid the deafening drumbeat, An Bochen yelled a spell, rolled up a gust of wind to speed up the horse, as if an arrow was off the string, and had already rushed to Han Gandang in the blink of an eye.

Wuxie broke through the wind and swayed, like a poisonous snake stinging out of a hole.

Han Gandang, caught off guard, immediately panicked, but it was too late to lift the mace.

Yin Feng glanced across his eyes, and Han Gandang's body stiffened, looking at the spear that pierced his neck in disbelief, and the next moment, he fell straight off the horse's back.

Silent.

The rain was still falling, soaking Han Gandang's wide eyes, silently.

It was not until Amberchen picked up the head of his death and wandered around the enemy for a while, and the ecstatic cheers came from the top of the city.

When the people in the city heard what had happened, they cried with joy, muttered An Bochen's name, and bowed to the sky.

The enemy did not come back to his senses until now. No one expected that General Han, who was brave and good at fighting, was killed by the young general on the spot in just one round. I am afraid that even Duke Huo could not do it. When he looked at An Bochen again, the contempt in the eyes of Duke Huo's old subordinates disappeared, leaving only a deep shock.

"Give me Brother Han's orders back!"

An Bochen had already returned to his horse, and two angry shouts came from his ears. An Bochen frowned and turned around, and saw two enemy generals slapped in shame and anger.

With a cold face, An Bochen picked up Yin Feng Wuxie, calmed down, and stared at him.

The reason why he was able to kill Han Gandang was because An Bochen was surprised and used secret techniques to kill him with lightning speed. If he really fought, he would be in danger of using An Bochen's flame fire cultivation to Han Gandang, who was at the ground level, would be very bad, and the cultivation level of the two generals at present was not weaker than Han Gandang.

"Master An, let Yu Xiaoseng do this time."

A snow-white figure floated from the rain, like a dragon swimming, not touching the cold rain and mud. As soon as the sound came, the person was standing in front of An Bochen with a smile.

The Qin monk who had been holding it in for a long time finally couldn't help but face it. In an instant, the two generals yelled at the Buddha's name.

"Go to die!"

The enemy general who was ahead roared angrily, and the nine-foot long sword lifted up raindrops like ripples and slashed heavily.

The sword light fell, but was sandwiched in both palms by Wuhua, who had a soft smile on his face. In a blink of an eye, the long sword shattered inch and turned back to fly. The enemy general was caught off guard and was hit by the knife rain and rolled down the saddle bloodily. In the blink of an eye, another enemy general had also arrived, swirled the meteor hammer and smashed it towards Wuhua. Wuhua took a little step back, and pointed at the meteor hammer with a laugh.

An Bochen beside him could see clearly that although Wuhua used his Taoist skills, his arms seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light at the moment of his attack. His handsome face was as beautiful as a demon, and his appearance was solemn, exuding an extremely mysterious aura, but he could not tell which technique he used.

The meteor hammer was pointed at the ten fingers, and there was a loud bang. When Wuhua retracted his ten fingers, the meteor hammer had broken into iron slag and fell into mud.

The enemy general looked at Wuhua in great horror, and was in a panic and dared not fight again. He quickly grabbed the seriously injured general Zuo and fled in panic.

In the first formation, An Bochen killed the generals together, and in the second formation, Wuhua defeated two generals in a flash of his fingers. The enemy troops on the opposite side were silent and looked at the two young men who were laughing back in panic. No one dared to fight. At this time, behind the city wall was filled with laughter, and both the aristocratic families and the people in the city shouted An Bochen's name, with a rainbow of morale.

"Sure enough, it's still awesome to kill."

Turning back to the city, he looked at An Bochen helplessly, and Wuhua said quietly.

Zhang Bushi shook his head and smiled secretly, his eyes fell on An Bochen, and he saw him looking thoughtfully at the enemy outside the city.

The sound of gold finally rang out in the afternoon, and the dark army slowly retreated back and retreated half a mile before stopping.

There was a lot of cheers in the city, and only Zhang Bushi looked at An Bochen curiously and secretly guessed what was written in his letter.

But no matter how hard he wanted to break his head, he could not imagine that the commander of the army outside the city was the ordinary old housekeeper in Mo Yun Tower.

After hesitating for a whole afternoon, Xiao Hou finally ordered the retreat and ordered the city to attack again the next day. Fortunately, the three generals were killed, injured and fled. Although the soldiers were unwilling, no one dared to ask for orders again.

It takes only a thousand people to capture Liujing. Xiao Hou knew it, and An Bochen knew it.

Half a mile away, the two of them looked at each other from afar. After a long time, Xiao Hou outside the tent sighed secretly and withdrew his gaze.
Chapter completed!