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Cigarette smoke was a unique scenery in the countryside! Inherited from that heaven and earth the first hot food, for a long time, very alluring people's memories of the heart, memories of the countryside.

It was the beginning of summer, the time for farming. The sky had just turned dark and the day's farming had just ended. Logically speaking, it should be the time when the smoke from the smoke would rise to the clouds.

Jiang Siyuan was as quiet as a sky without smoke. There was no expression on his face. It was wooden and heavy.

Standing on the summit of the mountain, the three of them did not move until Gou Qinghui had once again illuminated the entire village.

On the beginning of the silver month, the music of the moon began. Upon hearing the inquiry, the peasants walked around bare-chested, waving split palm-leaf fans to beat up the mosquitoes, recounting stories they had told countless times. In their simple and honest narrations, most of the heroes were loose, many of them had committed evil deeds, and most of them had been inspired by the affairs of the country … What they say most of all is that if I were the Emperor... If I were the Lord Prefect … And then they do what they can only do in their ideal positions.

While the men talked, most of the wives and girls who smiled gently were listening quietly by the side. While listening, they would do the work in their hands, occasionally nodding to show their approval. At their most presumptuous moments, they would only say a few words to give some advice to the men who had overdone their dreams.

Children were free. They were emperors. They were the emperors of this world. They were chasing and playing under the moon, enjoying themselves completely, ignoring the heroes and villains of the emperors! Play only your own, do not worry about the weather...

This was normal country dusk, but this red soil slope dusk was abnormal, extremely abnormal.

Walking along the road of red soil slope, the Changlou heavy footsteps, in the moonlight and big shadow race, see who can break the loneliness of the village.

Red soil slope, as the name implies, on a slope, one step after another, there are thatched huts and mud huts.

On the right side of the village, there was a four-foot-wide path that zigzagged all the way to the top of the mountain. The path was covered with sand and stones, and there were footprints of animals and animals of all sizes.

At this moment, the red soil was illuminated by the moonlight, but there was no other trace of light. In this darkness, the moonlight was clearly insufficient. The mountains that surrounded the red soil slope in the distance had dense foliage and were as black as an ancient beast. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, giving off the feeling that it would destroy everything in a split-second.

"What, are you afraid now? My legs haven't even jumped from my eyelids yet! "

Jiang Siyuan could not help but mock Qin Wushuang when he saw his hands grabbing the longswords at his waist. His face was deathly pale, and his body was trembling.

This rich young master's name was Qian Jie, the son of one of the big shopkeepers in the Iron Rhinoceros Trading Company. Although he was usually very arrogant, he still feared demons and ghosts from the bottom of his heart. It was very difficult for people to deceive their own hearts! He was truly moved and scared!

"Who …" "Who's afraid!" Qian Dazhi pulled himself together, the knuckles of his hands turning white as he gripped the sword, but he still refused to beg for mercy, even though he had been grabbed by the big, stupid man in front of him.

Chang Lou didn't pay any attention to the two of them as an entire army appeared on the main road in front of him.

Their armors were bright, and their swords shone with cold stars. They walked in unison, as if they were coming over. The troop could only see the end of their troops.

"The three armies, open up a path. Demons, dodge!"

The banner bearer of this great army carried a huge banner of flying bears. Waving the flag, the soldiers behind him shouted in unison.

The shouts shook the entire mountain, yet there was no response from the farmhouse beside them. The cows and dogs in the courtyard were still sleeping soundly.

"Ugh …" The panicked Qian Huang reacted and was about to cry out in alarm when Chang Lou covered his mouth and dragged him to the side of the road.

The two of them stood on top of a pile of cow dung, Jiang Siyuan and Jiang Siyuan standing dumbstruck.

Some years ago, the armor had clear lines and exquisite workmanship. It did not affect the soldiers' walking speed in the slightest. Standing on the mound and watching the soldiers walk past without looking at them, Chang Lou took a closer look. These soldiers had pale and rough skin, and their faces were firm and resolute. They had different expressions and characteristics. Their features were very fine and distinct, to the point that when they shouted their slogans, one could even see a soldier's missing front teeth.

The three of them were very close to this majestic troop. The last time, a soldier's halberd almost grazed past the tip of Chang Lou's nose.

After an unknown amount of time, the army finally disappeared from the sight of the house, blending into the boundless night.

"What kind of team is this, it's so damn spectacular!" A long while after the procession had passed, Jiang Siyuan stomped his foot and exclaimed in admiration.

"Crimson Flame Army!"

Without waiting for Chang Lou to speak, the rich and the poor could only say a name that had been drawn on the history of Jing Guo.

"This is the Crimson Flame Army! How could such a hero come here to bring harm to the people? There must be a slut's way of doing things! I, Jiang Siyuan, will definitely throw him out, chop him into three halves, and turn him into mud.

Upon hearing the name "Crimson Flame Army", Jiang Siyuan was incomparably excited. Ignoring the consequences of stepping on a pile of dung, he openly expressed his boiling anger.

The three words "Crimson Flame Army" merely caused Chang Lou Cheng's body to quiver slightly. Right now, his gaze was completely focused on Qian Guang. This rich young master's eyes were empty, his face was deathly pale, his essence energy was sluggish, and his breathing was chaotic.

"The Scarlet Flame is indestructible, the Flying Bear is indestructible!"

Suddenly, Qian Huang shouted for no reason. This scream was like the ghostly wail of the younger generation in the middle of the night. It spread further and further in the darkness until it was eventually swallowed by the lurking dark beasts.

"The Scarlet Flame is indestructible, the Flying Bear is indestructible!"

Angry roars rang out in unison as Chang Lou stared in horror before the flag returned. Thousands of soldiers and horses came back.

"What do you want to do now!?" Do you want to kill me? " Jiang Siyuan grabbed Qian Jin, who was actively shouting slogans, and knocked him out.

"Why did you injure my brother?"

The orderly voices rang out again, and step by step, the great army drew closer to them.

"Who is it? Who was it that dared to blaspheme these brave warriors? If you have the ability, don't try to hide it, come out and fight me to the death! What kind of hero was hiding behind him? "Come out …"

Jiang Siyuan's voice was loud. Before it could even circulate between the heaven and earth, it was drowned out by the voices of the soldiers and warriors.

"Those who touch my brother, die!"

As soon as the sound was heard, the uniform sound of weapons piercing through the air could be heard. It was like the sound of wild beasts grinding their bloodthirsty teeth.

"What should we do?" Jiang Siyuan was getting closer and closer to the team. He was holding onto a bone club, and sweat was dripping from his hands. He was conflicted. Facing these ghosts, he was unable to wield his weapon as he normally would.

They were faith! They were getting closer and closer!