C117 Sword Spirit

In the Breeze Stronghold of Green Peak Mountain, a gentle breeze blew past. Zhang Jingxuan, who was sitting in a daze in the hall, felt like he had woken up from the breeze.

Looking at the empty chairs beside him, everything that happened last night seemed so surreal.

In one night, he had gone from a young constables who had just entered the sect when he was fifteen years old to a young constables. He sat in the position of the Breeze Stronghold's Eighth Chief of Brigands, and he was a loner with great power and power. Although it was only temporary, it was still hard to tell what kind of feeling he was feeling.

His identity had changed, his faction had changed, and his state of mind had also changed. The only thing that remained unchanged was the grief in his chest.

When officials forced the people to rebel, the people had no choice but to rebel. Now, he could deeply feel this kind of sorrow.

Last night was such a dark night! It was enough to make him forget it for the rest of his life!

The most difficult thing to accept was that Sun Shanglou, who was like his closest brother, finally died in the hands of Lei Feng'er, who was his childhood friend. It made people sigh with regret, but they could not save the most helpless ending.

The eldest brother of Lei family, Lei Zhenlei, suddenly awakened before his death, and told them the reason why he changed from a good doctor to a murderous devil king. After hearing about the injustice in the world, Zhang Jingxuan also wanted to find the culprit to settle the score. But in the end, Lei Zhenlei didn't tell him who his enemy was. Could it be that the enemy's strength was so great that even the Breeze Stronghold couldn't do anything about it?

However, from the looks of it, after a night of misery, the Breeze Stronghold's incredible strength had become like a yellow flower yesterday. Now, it wasn't pleasant to hear, it could only be called the little devil. He almost didn't know anything!

Zhang Jingxuan, who had just stepped into the martial arts world, looked at the big words "Surveillance Hall" on top of his head in a daze. His mind felt as if it had been blown by a chaotic wind, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

Frowning slightly, Zhang Jingxuan raised his hand and flicked the Heaven Conniving Sword in his hand.

"Long sword, oh long sword. The road in the future will have to be walked by us together. Big Brother Sun has a spirit in the sky, so I'll attach it to you."

The sword's body shook, and it made a clear sound, as if it was really responding in a soft voice.

When the sound of the sword entered his heart, he felt as if a wave of awe-inspiring and surging aura surged into his body, and then suddenly his chest seemed to have been infused with 30km of lofty sentiments.

He strolled leisurely to the door and saw a sun rising in the distant horizon, and it was just about to sweep away the cold of the mortal world.

He had just wanted to be alone quietly when he suddenly wanted to find something to do.

It was a rare wish of the heavens.

"Tian Liewu requests an audience!"

A man quickly walked in and greeted Zhang Jingxuan. "Greetings, Eighth Chief of Brigands. I am Tian Liewu, the leader of the scout camp."

The man looked ordinary. His face was slightly dark, but he was very fierce and fierce. His eyes were bright. It was obvious that his martial arts was not weak.

"Eighth Chief of Brigands, there are urgent reports from the men at the foot of the mountain. A large group of soldiers and soldiers have been spotted twenty miles away. There are about three to four thousand of them, and they are under the flag of the meter. They should be under the command of Mi Shuhuang, who is known as the Thousand Feet General. Their vanguard is only about ten miles away from the stronghold. Eighth Chief of Brigands, please make a decision. "

My god, if you want to find something to do, you don't need to make such a big deal out of it, right?

Zhang Jingxuan scratched his head and thought, I, Eighth Chief of Brigands, whose name isn't even mentioned, just joined the stronghold. I haven't even warmed my seat yet, but I encountered an army attack. How fortunate!

Speaking of which, Lee Yuming and the others had not left for long, so they should not have begun cultivating in seclusion. It seemed that it was not too late to invite them back to take charge of the situation.

However, he had just been entrusted with an important task. Lee Yuming's injuries were heavy and needed to be treated and treated. Otherwise, they would not have casually handed this heavy responsibility to him. It was all thanks to Eighth Chief of Brigands's name. If there were any signs of trouble, he would have to trouble Big Brother and the others!

With the sword in hand, Zhang Jingxuan's heart was filled with heroic spirit. Wasn't it just a fight? This young master had been fighting for seven whole years!

After thinking about it, he ordered his men to quickly invite the people of the stockade to have a meeting.

Very quickly, all the assistants that Lee Yuming left for him before he left arrived.

Kuan Jiangjing, Seventh Chief. One of them looked at the energetic and neurotic seventh elder brother. His eyes were clear, and his mind could wander at any moment.

Lee Huanqing was also a newcomer who had just joined. A young girl who always had a satisfied smile on her face looked around as if she had come to a new world.

Zhang Nanyao, the chief of the stronghold. A subordinate with a square head and big ears, whose eyes were bright and had a ravine in his belly, lowered his eyebrows and listened quietly, not saying a word.

This was the group under his command, and besides him was the new leader of the scout camp, Tian Liewu. Zhang Jingxuan asked him to keep an eye on Mi Shuhuang's army's movements, and Tian Liewu received the order and left.

He turned to Zhang Nanyao and asked, "Brother Zhang, I'm new here, so I don't know anything about the mountain stronghold. How many soldiers do we have in our stronghold? If we encounter such a situation on normal days, ___ asked. How will Mr. Lee, Feng second elder brother, and Third Brother Zhao deal with it? "

Zhang Nanyao bowed and said, "Eighth Chief of Brigands, just call me by my name. You are too polite. The stronghold was known as the Three Thousand Soldiers. In fact, many of them were not soldiers. Some of them were poor civilians who came up to the mountain to do farming and textile work.

There were six hundred and seventy-three men and three hundred and thirty-six women. First Chief of Brigands also took in two hundred and seventy-one orphans. From two to ten years old, they were taught how to study and practice martial arts. In addition, there were 428 children and family members in the stronghold, so as of yesterday... There were a total of 3239 people in the village, and there were indeed 1,531 soldiers. If he wanted to expand the military resources, he could add another 572 people. However, these people are not trained enough, so we don't recommend them to go into battle for now. "

Seeing how well he knew about the people in the stronghold, Zhang Jingxuan immediately had a higher opinion of the Breeze Stronghold and Zhang Nanyao.

Zhang Nanyao continued, "If nothing happens in the stronghold, Second Chief Feng will definitely lead the troops of the Fourth Huang Stronghold to fight the battle. If the enemy has the courage and the capability to fight a general, there will be a good show to watch, but unfortunately..."

His words were filled with sorrow. Zhang Jingxuan knew that he was thinking about the deceased Feng Jintao, so he took a step forward and patted his shoulder to express his condolences.

Gratitude flashed across his face. Zhang Nanyao nodded slightly and continued, "If it were First Chief of Brigands Li and Third Chief Zhao, they would definitely shut the door of the village and not come out. It was easy to dodge an arrow in the open, but difficult to guard against an arrow in the dark. They would think that there was no need to go out and deal with the enemy.

Our Breeze Stronghold is easy to defend and hard to attack, even if the enemy has ten times more troops. Besides, we still have the natural protection of the stone corridor. As long as we don't make any mistakes, the enemy will be able to take advantage of us. "

As Zhang Nanyao spoke, he had a proud expression on his face. First of all, he had long regarded the stronghold as his home, and second of all, he must have contributed a great deal to the construction of the stronghold.

Before Zhang Nanyao could finish speaking, he added, "The truth is that Mr. Lee, Zhao Mo, and the others aren't afraid of their opponents. It's just that they don't like to kill too many people. If we kill a thousand, we will lose eight hundred. Even if one of our brothers dies or dies, we will lose eight hundred. Mr. Lee's heart ached as well."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingxuan nodded his head. In his heart, he already had an initial idea.