Patrol Captain

The three young men shook their horses and pulled the reins, standing under the reviewing platform. Among them, the young man of the Huangfu family glanced up at Niu Bing, pointed the long spear in his hand at him, and said with contempt:

"Tianguan Daozhong is barely qualified to fight with me!"

"I won't bully you. I will lower my level of cultivation. It depends on whether you and your soldiers have the guts."

"If you don't have the guts"

At this point, the Huangfu family member sneered.
"You people from Shu, just serve as sparring partners for my brothers. Be honest and behave yourself so that even the gods will bow their heads!"

These words were full of innuendo and extremely offensive, so of course he meant it on purpose.

This man is a soldier of the Tianguan Dao, a direct descendant of the Huangfu family. He is a Lang Jiang in the Beiya Forbidden Army, also known as the Jinwu Guard. He is of the fifth rank and is under the command of the Zhonglang Jiang, which is the same as the Huqi General of the Ninth Mountain.

His extremely provocative words immediately caused a commotion among the guards in the parade ground, and some people started to make a fuss.

"Yes, yes!"

"Fight or not, if you don't want to fight, just get out of here and behave yourself."

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The noise grew louder and louder, setting the camp on fire.

On the parade stand, Niu Bing was furious when faced with such a provocation that was more glaring than a bloody knife.

He knew that this was probably premeditated, trying to force them to suppress the general. This was intolerable.

Veins popped out on his face, his eyeballs swelled, his temples bulged, and bloodshot flowed in the corners of his eyes. He stared at the Censor Wang Xi who was sitting in front of him, "You bastard, I'm going to fuck your mother."

Meanwhile, Wang Xi, who was sitting opposite him, looked relaxed in his chair, his veins bulging as he looked at the captain from Shu, a smile on his face.

The son standing behind the chair had cold eyes and was waiting with satisfaction to see these Shu peasants make a fool of themselves.

At this moment, the rumbling and stamping sounds of horses' hooves came towards this side, accompanied by angry roars.

"Old Cow, fight them!"

"As a Shu man, I am not afraid of them."

After hearing these infuriating words, the soldiers from the Ninth Mountain rushed over on horseback, each with angry faces and wearing armor and carrying swords.

It's a battlefield of demons, with corpses rolling around in piles. The dead are still afraid of a fight. Damn it. No one can tolerate being humiliated in front of others.

They were able to survive in that dark and chaotic demonic battlefield with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, all because they had held on with a sense of vigour.

If it were gone, I would have died long ago.

The horses were neighing as the angry and fierce soldiers rushed over with murderous intent. Wherever the horses passed, the horses on the edge of the parade ground began to neigh non-stop, their hooves moving restlessly and kicking, causing a commotion.

On the reviewing platform, Niu Bing couldn't bear it anymore.

He stood straight, his eyes as big as copper bells swept over Wang Xi, then turned around and looked at the three disciples who were challenging him from the reviewing stand. Bloodshot veins twitched at the edges of his eyeballs, and he said in a deep voice:
"Okay, how do we compare?"

At this moment, the people on the field seemed to see a group of ferocious beasts awakening, and a strong fierce aura was overwhelming them.

The eyelids of Wang Xi, the Censor who sat at the first position, twitched slightly, but he didn't care at all. The Imperial Guards were the elite soldiers who guarded the Dragon Court. They received the best weapons and possessed powerful martial arts. They were the best seeds of martial arts picked out of a hundred, not to mention the son of the Third Duke who held great power in the court.

But Lin Zhonglang who stood up next to him was different. Wang Xi, the Censor-in-Chief, was a civil official and a eunuch in the deep palace. He had never been to the battlefield, but he had experience. His eyes were sharp as he watched hundreds of black-armored soldiers rushing towards him, furious and fierce, causing their horses to feel uneasy. He could see the fierce aura of these soldiers, and they were definitely experienced warriors.

There will definitely be a lot of blood on your hands.

He looked grim. The battle between the two armies would cause a shock no matter which side lost. However, the situation was beyond his control. It was deliberately guided by the censor Wang Xi, and the matter was a foregone conclusion.

He could see that the military supervisor had participated in the court turmoil in order to please the emperor and give face to the three families and to suppress the general from Shu.

Damn it, if this guy wants to make progress, don’t involve the camp he is in charge of.

Lin Zhonglang could only suppress the anger in his heart. Right now, he could only try his best to prevent the situation from getting out of control.

Don't let yourself suffer from unnecessary disasters.

He sank his eyes, and sent a message to his trusted lieutenant beside him, "Go and tell the commander-in-chief that something has happened here."

He asked his subordinates to pass the message to the generals above.

He must report this kind of thing, because if he fails to handle it properly and the worst result comes, such as a camp riot, he will be guilty of the crime of death.

Then he stepped forward and spoke with a sullen look, taking the initiative to take on the job of refereeing. Otherwise, if Wang Xi was to preside over the match, who knew what this guy would do.

"Since you are like this, I, Zhonglang, will be the referee. At that time, the great formation will be activated and each of you will be given a jade talisman. You can crush it and be teleported out. Please note that you must stop at the right time. If you intentionally hurt someone's life, I will not forgive you."

"In the interests of fairness, the warriors on both sides must have equal abilities."

He explained the rules of the fight and gave stern warnings.

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After a cup of tea, the troops and weapons in the training ground were cleared out.

Soldiers stood on both sides of the parade ground, looking at the center with cold eyes. Some people were shouting and yelling nonsense, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

On the parade platform, the Censor Wang Xi leaned back on a chair with his hands on the backrest, looking at the scene with a pair of fox eyes that seemed to be smiling. The guy behind him, who got a fan from somewhere, was fanning him, and he leaned over to the side, flattering him with a smile and whispered:

"Godfather, Gao!"

As he said this, he secretly gave Wang Xi a thumbs up.

"You, learn from this." The Censor said in a feminine voice.

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Beside them, Lin Zhonglang sat down again and looked at the field with a frown. If you look carefully, you will find that this Jinwu Guard Zhonglang general is tense all over, as if he will burst out at any time.

At this moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, on the battlefield, there were two sides of people, one gold and one black.

Looking closely above the battlefield, there is a layer of light blue light covering the entire battlefield, with strong fluctuations of formations flowing. The formation was activated in this battle. Duels with real swords and guns are not uncommon among the Imperial Guards. Sometimes they are also part of the Imperial Guards' exercises, just to create a real battlefield fight and improve combat effectiveness. Swords and knives have no eyes. In an emergency, one can just crush the jade talisman and be teleported immediately.

It was noon, the sun was high in the sky, and the air on the battlefield was a little hot.

As the horses neighed, three hundred soldiers wearing golden armor were divided into three square formations, with a total of thirty small flag teams, each with ten people in a group.

They rode on horses, with bows and quivers on their backs, swords wrapped around their waists, long steel spears flashing coldly in their hands, and talisman bags on their chests. They were fully armed and looked very majestic.

The three square formations were separated by dozens of meters, and the leaders were the children of the three families.

The young man of the Huangfu family had sharp brows and thin lips. He licked his lips with a gleam in his eyes. He held a black and gold lance in his hand, the tip of which flashed with silver light. He pointed diagonally at the ground, and his cultivation level of Tianguan Dao Bing was suppressed to Tianguan Dao Zhong.

The Meng family man was wearing a white cloak, silver armor, and a sword on his waist. He looked lazy, but there was a sharpness in his eyes.

The children of the Gongyang family were like human bears, with skin shining with a metallic silver luster, majestic aura, eyes like eagles, turning and flashing with fierce light, ready to make a move. Defeating those soldiers from the Ninth Mountain was not his ultimate goal. If he could take the opportunity to kill one or two of them, the reward from the clan would allow him to move up a level.

On the opposite side, a few miles away, the three hundred personal guards brought by Chen Yuan, wearing black armor, formed a triangular formation. Behind each of them were three command flags with gold-rimmed mountain patterns, rustling loudly. The light of their swords reflected the sunlight, like flowing silver fire.

There were also three people in the lead, Qing Jia, and Tianguan Daozhong cultivation. "Kill!"

On the battlefield, in the Ninth Mountain camp, under the heavy armor and helmets, the eyes of the soldiers changed. All the anger disappeared, and they became indifferent and ruthless, with their eyes narrowed, like hunting beasts.

With a loud shout, three hundred armored soldiers instantly rushed forward like arrows from a bow, galloping on their horses, sand flying under the sound of their horses' hooves, rumbling and carrying billowing smoke and dust, straight into the square formation of the imperial guards.

"Fire arrows!"

In the formation of the Imperial Guards, the Imperial Guards immediately took out their bows and arrows from behind. With a shake of their hands, the arrows trembled rapidly, cutting through the air, and with a sound of air explosions, they flew towards the charging black-armored soldiers, creating sparks of fire due to the friction.

With the help of the huge force, the steel arrow seemed to split the sky with a shocking scream.

However, in the Ninth Mountain Camp, a series of mountain-cutting flags flew up from behind the soldiers, growing bigger in the wind. Three of them flew in a row, circling around their horses, and their use was extremely skillful.

"Ding Ding Ding"

The iron arrow was swept away by the flag, bounced off, and splashed into the sand. The distance of several miles was quickly reduced under the kicking of the horses, and the rumbling sound caused the dust in the sand to fly up.

The Imperial Guards, the children of the Huangfu family, looked at the Ninth Mountain Iron Cavalry coming at them with a sneer, and slashed the ground with their long spears.

"Let them see the gap between us!"

"kill!"

As he spoke, he slapped the horse under him with his big hand, and the long spear in his hand rubbed out brilliant sparks in the gravel. Then he rode up and flew towards the Ninth Mountain Iron Cavalry. At the same time, the strange horse under his feet, which was like a red cloud, neighed and continued to gallop forward.

The other two disciples did the same, spurring their horses and flying into the air. One of them took out an iron chain meteor hammer, and the other stepped into the air with his hands behind his back. The sword at his waist rang, turned into a white light and flew out of its sheath, and turned into a white sword energy, slashing straight forward.

Immediately afterwards, the three phalanxes of the Imperial Guards shouted, and three hundred Imperial Guards drew their reins and charged forward, following with a rumble.

On the opposite side, the three people in the Ninth Mountain had fierce light in their eyes. They rushed up like eagles, stepped on the flags, and quickly collided with the disciples of the three families.
The blade that had drunk the blood of demons was soaked in blood. As the long sword slashed, the sword light flashed in the sky and the murderous aura surged.

The six men faced each other, clanging, metal clashing like waterfalls, and sparks flying like torrential rain.

And below, there was a rumble.

One side was reflecting golden light, covered with golden armor, while on the other side, flags were rushing up, like dark clouds pressing down on a city.

Two hundred meters, one hundred meters, fifty meters
When there were still about ten feet to go, in the imperial guards' camp, the horses under their seats began to neigh and neigh.

The long sword that was like a silver stream of fire, under the black armor, revealed an aura that made the horses uneasy. It was a kind of blood suppression. Some horses raised their hooves high, and almost overturned the people on them.

During the small commotion, the two armies charged at each other like lightning.

The golden light and black clouds suddenly collided in the center of the battlefield.

At that moment, the war horses neighed, the swords flashed, the flags flew, and people flew backwards and fell off their horses.

Shouts and cries of pain were heard everywhere, and the crowd was in chaos.

In the chaos of the fight, an arm flew out, covered in blood, and covered with black armor.

On the reviewing platform, Lieutenant General Lin put his hands on the armrests of the chair and tried to stand up. His expression changed slightly and his body tensed up. If he saw blood, he was afraid that things would get out of control.
"hehe"

"Lin Zhonglang, why are you in such a hurry? Swords have no eyes. In such a charge and fight involving hundreds of people, it is inevitable that there will be injuries. Don't forget which side you are on."

Beside him, the Censor Wang Xi glanced at him sideways, sneered sinisterly, and warned him. He thought to himself, this Lin Zhonglang is really not sensible. I will report him to the higher-ups someday and have him kicked out. This kind of person only gets in the way.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw that outside the training ground formation, on the side of the imperial guards, a light suddenly flashed.
"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

A figure fell out from the light with a dull sound, and it turned out to be the Jinwu Guards.

They crushed the jade talisman and teleported out.

The Imperial Guard brothers quickly supported them, somewhat dumbfounded, "You..."

How come as soon as we meet in a competition, so many of us are eliminated?

The imperial guards who chose to admit defeat turned pale and pale, and some of them couldn't hold back their pride and couldn't help cursing.
"How can we fight them? They are not afraid of death at all. They seem to want to kill us."

"I don't want to trade my life with these mud legs!"

This explanation is weak.

What was even more pale and powerless was that on the Imperial Guards’ side, beams of teleportation light kept flashing, and the Jinwu Guards were eliminated one by one.

On the parade platform, the smile on the corners of the Censor Wang Xi's mouth gradually froze. He stood up suddenly, staring at the center of the battlefield with his fox eyes.

On the battlefield, the golden armors were rapidly decreasing, and figures disappeared one after another, while the black armors on the field swept away the remaining imperial guards like a whirlwind.

Just one charge and the winner is immediately apparent!

While above the parade ground, the disciples of the three families saw their own troops being routed by a single charge, and their originally sharp and disdainful eyes became extremely ugly.

In the middle, the young man from the Huangfu family who had initially come out to provoke had an ugly expression on his face, with a fierce light in his eyes.

Suddenly, his self-sealed Dantian acupoint burst out with a bang, and an aura several times stronger than before suddenly rushed out.

The long spear in his hand hooked onto Niu Bing's long sword, creating sparks. The next second, his face turned grim and his other hand was thrown out like lightning. A beam of white light shot out from his hand and hit the body of Niu Bing opposite him.

With a clatter, three mountain-cutting flags quickly appeared in front of Niu Bing.

"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

The white light directly pierced through Fashan’s flag, and finally pierced through Niu Bing’s left chest with a bang.

It was a spear, a Taoist weapon used by the Huangfu family members.

Huangfu Qi had a ferocious look on his face, ready to shock the other person to death, but he was held tightly.

At this time,

"Colonel Captain!"

Flags flew over and connected into one.

Niu Bing roared, drew out his long sword, and slashed at the opponent's neck.

A blood line appears on the opponent's neck 1 (End of this chapter)