Endless Winter: My Camp Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 226: Fighting to Rescue, Guests of Honor
As the name suggests, Hou Hu’s image is not much different from what Xia Hong imagined.

He was about 1.8 meters tall and had a very slender figure. The black clothes he wore were made of a similar material to those worn by Hou Tong and others. He had his hair combed back, revealing a forehead that was obviously wider than that of ordinary people.

Not only his forehead, but also his facial features are larger than those of ordinary people, so he gives people an inexplicable feeling of grandeur and domineering.

He held a silver stick with coiled dragon pattern, about ten feet long. Even though he was being chased at the moment and looked panicked, every time the old man's sword came from behind, he could always raise the stick to accurately protect himself, and even use the power of the old man's sword to speed up his escape.

Obviously, he was always very clear about the distance between himself and the old man behind him.

call…………

Another violent blade came chopping from behind. Before Hou Hu realized the powerful force of the blade, his brows suddenly frowned. While raising the stick, he suddenly turned his body and held the long stick horizontally above his head to block it.

boom…………

A flash of light flashed from the broadsword as it clashed fiercely with the long stick. Although most of the force was absorbed by Hou Hu's long stick, only a small part of the force leaked out.

But even this small part of the leaked force formed a shock wave after hitting the ground, which not only shook the snow on the ground away, forming an open area of ​​more than ten meters in radius, but also caused the ground to suddenly sink downwards, collapsing for more than ten centimeters.

Looking at Hou Hu, who had taken on most of the force, although the long stick was not broken, his hands holding the stick were shaking constantly, and his legs had already been inserted more than half a meter into the ground. The panic in his eyes was obviously much more serious than before.

This knife not only made Hou Hu even more flustered, but also allowed Xia Hong in the dark to see the old man's appearance clearly.

Longshan seemed to prefer white, and the old man was also wearing a white robe dotted with silver lines. His hair was tied behind his head. Although he was meticulously groomed, his wrinkled face and hunched body betrayed the indisputable fact that he had been eroded by time.

Only the pair of eyes wide open with anger, combined with the furious slashing posture of the silver ghost-head sword in his hand, can still give people a sense of intimidation that Lian Po is not old yet.

Of course, what Xia Hong saw clearly at this moment was not just the old man's appearance.

"Hou Hu Shiqirong, his strength is about the same as mine. Li Tiancheng chased him all the way from Longshan Mountain to here. Even if he is stronger than him, I guess he is not much stronger!"

As Xia Hong saw through the strength of the two, his expression became strange.

Last May, when he fought with the high-level snow mane, his strength had already reached twelve manes. Now, almost a year has passed, and although he still hasn't figured out how to use the jade bones, his strength has now increased to seventeen manes just by absorbing cold light.

Despite this, Xia Hong could still feel that he had not reached the next stage of the cold-resistant level. At least, the feeling of his flesh and blood was only steadily increasing, and there was no obvious stage change yet.

According to what Hou Tong had overheard on the north side of the hive, the Hou Hu in front of him had reached the peak of the Cold Resistance Level.

At the peak of the Cold Resistance level, the strength is only seventeen manes?
The strength dividing lines for the three levels of combat bodies, upper, middle and lower, when breaking through the cold-resistant level are 200,000, 160,000 and 120,000 respectively.

But this is the strength when just breaking through. For people with the three types of combat body qualifications, if they practice cold-resistant level on this basis, the subsequent increase in strength will naturally be high or low, which is normal.

What Xia Hong is most curious about now is what level of combat bodies Hou Hu and Li Tiancheng have. This way, he can deduce the power increase of subsequent training at the Cold-Resistant Level and how it is calculated.

Of course, now is not the time for him to be curious.

Hou Hu, who had just been chopped into the ground by Li Tiancheng, had already fled in panic. The distance between him and the Blood Guards was only more than 300 meters, but this distance of more than 300 meters seemed like a chasm that was difficult to cross due to Li Tiancheng's obstruction.

The battle on the east side has turned into a mess. Both Longshan and Zhaoyang sides have obviously realized how critical the situation is. From the Yuhan-level soldiers to the ordinary soldiers, everyone has put in a desperate effort. One side wants to break through the obstruction to rescue Hou Hu, while the other side is willing to risk their lives to stop them.

There were sixteen cold-resistant-level warriors on Longshan's side, while there were only eight on Zhaoyang's side. Including the injured Yu Bin and the other two, there were only eleven people in total. In the confrontation of high-end combat power, Zhaoyang was obviously at a disadvantage.

But the problem is that the number of Blood Guards is more than three times that of the Longyou Army.

The Cold-Resistant Class is strong, but it is obviously not easy to use it against such a fully armed army. Just as the Longyou Army can intimidate the Cold-Resistant Class of Zhaoyang, the blood-red arrows shot by the Blood Guard Army can also hurt the Cold-Resistant Class of Longshan.

"The front troops are charging, the rear troops are shooting arrows, and three hundred people can't get through. Are you all useless? If the leader makes a mistake, we will all die here. Charge forward now!"

"Brothers, charge!"

"Save the leader, follow me and kill."

"Why should Longshan suppress us? Let's charge..."

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The roar of the big man from Zhaoyang immediately aroused the roars of the Blood Guards. The front-row soldiers once again showed their desperate spirit, raised their swords and rushed straight towards the Longyou army. Hundreds of people in the back row took out bows and arrows, and shot wildly at the group of cold-resistant soldiers from Longshan in the front row to restrict their movements.

For the humans in the Bingyuan camp, hunting cold beasts is a must. To become a member of the army, almost none of them have weak archery skills, and this is true for the Longyou Army and the Blood Guard Army.

Whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…

Hundreds of blood-red arrows came rushing from the back row, all targeting Longshan's Cold-Resistant Class. Li Xuanyan and the other sixteen Cold-Resistant Class who were madly slaughtering the Blood Guards in the front row felt the blood arrows coming and their movements immediately changed.

At the same time, the big man led ten cold-resistant soldiers and the Blood Guards to advance step by step, constantly shortening the distance with the leader Hou Hu.

"Chen Yingyuan, Peng Bo, what are you guys still standing there for?"

Seeing that the Blood Guards were about to break through the obstruction, Li Xuan couldn't help but yell at Chen Peng and the other man who had been standing by and watching, signaling them to help.

When Chen and Peng heard the sound and saw the Blood Guards gradually gaining momentum in the field, a hint of hesitation flashed across their faces at the same time, but they quickly reacted and rushed forward.

They have already stood on Longshan's side. If they turn against them at this time, offending Longshan is secondary. The key is whether Zhaoyang will still accept them with confidence?

As the two men rushed onto the battlefield, the Blood Guards, which had been advancing steadily, immediately stopped for a few breaths. Although they continued to advance, their speed was much slower.

At this critical juncture, the addition of two cold-resistant-level soldiers can indeed play a significant role. After all, Li Tiancheng over there has already forced Hou Hu into a desperate situation and is indeed not far from killing him.

Although the emotions of all the people fighting on the battlefield were high, they would occasionally glance towards the west. People in Longshan were waiting for Li Tiancheng to kill Hou Hu quickly, while people in Zhaoyang were worried, hoping that Hou Hu could escape quickly.

"We can still fight for a while. How many people have died so far? Let's wait a little longer..."

Xia Hong, who was in the dark, glanced at the battlefield and saw that the number of soldiers fallen on both sides was less than one-tenth of the battlefield. His expression flickered slightly and he turned to look at Li Tiancheng and Hou Hu.

call out…………

Li Tiancheng's ghost-head broadsword was once again blocked by Hou Hu's long stick, but he suddenly changed from chopping to slashing, and the broadsword extended along the front end of the long stick, all the way to Hou Hu's neck, and suddenly slashed.

The snowflakes in the air shattered into pieces, and the blade swept with violent power, drawing a semicircular arc of light, condensing the surrounding air. The blade was almost sticking to Hou Hu's neck, and even a tiny blood mark could be seen with the naked eye.

"Evil tiger, give me your life!"

Li Tiancheng looked down at Hou Hu, the murderous intent in his eyes almost solidified into substance. He pressed down suddenly with the ghost-head sword in his hand, expanding the blood mark on Hou Hu's neck by another centimeter.

Gurgling…………

If I go any further, I will surely die!

Hou Hu felt the pain in his neck and the blood flowing to his chest. The panic on his face increased. Then he thought of something and his eyes became completely hysterical. He looked up at Li Tiancheng and roared angrily:

"Old man, you think you are Li Tianhua and want to kill me? Dream on!"

Before he finished speaking, Hou Hu had already retracted the long stick he was using to defend himself, stopped his mad retreat, and allowed the big knife to press down on his neck. While gritting his teeth to endure the pain, he raised the long stick with both hands behind his back, swung it from the left side to the right, and suddenly swept it towards Li Tiancheng's left shoulder in front of him.

Hoo...ho...

The strong wind swept by the long stick whistled up, sweeping up the snow on the surrounding ground and raising snow mist dozens of meters high. The terrifying force was evident.

The蟠螭纹 attached to the stick seemed to come alive the moment he swept it out, and the whistling wind turned into the roar of an unknown cold beast.

Li Tiancheng looked at the long stick sweeping from the left with a serious look. He gritted his teeth and did not dodge, but continued to chop at Hou Hu's neck with the knife.

Hou Hu ignored the danger to his neck and swung the stick at all costs, trying to make Li Tiancheng dare not take it head-on; but Li Tiancheng also became more ruthless, and he didn't care about the stick anymore, and was determined to kill Hou Hu even if he got injured.

The courage of both men was aroused, and they chose to fight hard.

boom…………

The long stick hit Li Tiancheng's left shoulder. Although there was no sound of broken bones, Li Tiancheng's body was inevitably thrown to the right, flew five or six meters away, and hit the ground, raising a large cloud of snow mist with a loud bang.

Hou Hu was also knocked back seven or eight meters by the big knife, and the long stick was almost out of his hand. After he stood still, he quickly took out a handful of medicine powder from his arms and covered the wound on his neck. Judging from the blood oozing between his fingers, the wound on his neck caused by Li Tiancheng's big knife must be deep.

More importantly, Hou Hu should have had a premonition about Li Tiancheng's injury. He stared at the snow mist without any expectation in his eyes and looked extremely ugly.

“Ahem… I’m old, indeed I am old. A kid who used to practice martial arts with my big brother actually pushed me to this point!”

An old cough sounded from the snow and fog. Although Li Tiancheng's sigh was an admission of old age, there was obviously a sense of pride in his tone.

At the same time, calling Hou Hu "little bastard" also seemed to indicate that in the previous confrontation, it was he, the old man, who had the upper hand in the end.

The snow and fog dissipated, and Li Tiancheng's figure slowly appeared. Although his left shoulder was bloody and even the bones on the shoulder could be clearly seen, his walking movements were not deformed at all. Holding the ghost-headed broadsword in his right hand, he walked towards Hou Hu step by step, his old face full of murderous intent. "You thought you could turn the tables when my brother is not here, you will die!"

Compared to Li Xuanyan's indecision, Li Tiancheng was much more decisive. Before he finished speaking, he rushed straight towards Hou Hu and chopped off his head with his knife.

Hou Hu still covered his neck with his right hand, and in panic he took the lead in raising the stick with his left hand to block.

But his strength was not as good as Li Tiancheng's, not to mention he only had one hand.

Click…………

The big knife hit the long stick, and this time it had no effect of resisting before. Hou Hu's left hand was dislocated with a snap. Although he later repaired it with his right hand, it was too late.

The long stick was chopped by the big knife and pressed directly against his chest. The front end of the blade had cut his forehead, leaving a vertical blood mark on his face.

What was even more fatal was that the wound on his neck was no longer fixed by his right hand, and he was using all his strength to block the sword, so it broke immediately.

Pfft…………

Blood spurted out, and everyone could see clearly that the wound on Hou Hu's neck was more than ten centimeters. Judging from the blood spurting out, the depth was obviously far beyond everyone's expectations.

The wound on his neck burst open, and his face was stabbed by the sword. Hou Hu's hysteria was finally dispelled by fear. He looked up at Li Tiancheng with horror and begged:

"Uncle Tiancheng..."

clang…………

However, Hou Hu stopped talking as soon as he shouted.

It’s not because Li Tiancheng succeeded, but because someone rescued him!
A thin and narrow long knife suddenly attacked from the bottom of the flank, and suddenly knocked away Li Tiancheng's ghost-head sword, and then continued to rush towards the retreating Li Tiancheng without mercy.

The blade of the long knife was extremely narrow, but its length was incredibly fast. It moved at an extremely fast speed. In less than a few breaths, it had slashed more than ten times in the air, and in an instant, it forced Li Tiancheng more than ten meters away.

Not only that, the man with the knife specifically attacked Li Tiancheng's injured left shoulder.

The moment Li Tiancheng's broadsword was knocked away, his expression slightly condensed. In the subsequent process of being forced back by the broadsword, he sensed that the strength of the broadsword's owner was not weaker than Hou Hu's, and his expression became even more solemn.

"You are already old, you can't bully the weak!"

A frivolous voice came from behind the long sword. Li Tiancheng, who was completely forced back, stood still and saw the owner of the long sword clearly. His pupils suddenly condensed slightly.

The owner of the long sword was just a young man in his early twenties.

The young man had a dull and ordinary look, but the black clothes he wore were obviously made of good material. The thin and narrow long sword in his hand was made of ordinary iron ore, but there were thousands of forging marks on it.

Of course Longshan has thousand-forged weapons, but there are no thousand-forged weapons that can continue to break after colliding with the silver ghost-faced broadsword.

This only shows that the forging technology of the long sword in the young man's hand is much stronger than that of Longshan, and the thousand-forged weapon can collide head-on with the silver weapon.

Not only Li Tiancheng was looking at Xia Hong, but Hou Hu and everyone else who was fighting on the east side also noticed him out of the corner of their eyes.

"Thank you for your help, Zhaoyang Houhu is grateful!"

Hou Hu covered his neck with his right hand again and spoke to Xia Hong with surprise on his face.

He didn't know Xia Hong, but it was a fact that the other party rescued him. And from what Xia Hong just said about bullying the weak, it seemed that he was just a passerby who simply saw injustice and came to help.

Different from Hou Hu's face full of surprise, Li Tiancheng, Li Xuanyan and other Longshan cold-resistant level soldiers on the east side looked much uglier at this moment.

Especially after hearing Hou Hu's next words and realizing that he didn't know this person, he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Just one step, just one step, and Second Uncle would be able to kill Hou Hu.

Suddenly a man appeared and saved him.

How could this happen, how could this happen!
…………

There was a Chen Yingyuan present who had seen him before, so Xia Hong would naturally not show his true face to anyone. For the time being, it was not appropriate for him to reveal his identity as the leader of Da Xia in Longyou, as this would be detrimental to subsequent actions.

Thinking that Chen Yingyuan had seen him before and had fought with him, Xia Hong turned his head and looked towards the battlefield on the east side, his eyes accurately fixed on Chen Yingyuan in the crowd.

Chen Yingyuan seemed to sense something and immediately made eye contact with him. The moment he saw the long knife in Xia Hong's hand, his pupils shook violently, and he obviously realized something.

However, the next second, he saw a hint of obvious threat in Xia Hong's eyes.

Chen Yingyuan's body trembled slightly, and he immediately turned his head to look away.

Very good, smart guy!

Regardless of what everyone was thinking for the moment, after Xia Hong threatened Chen Yingyuan, he turned around and continued to look at Li Tiancheng, his eyes full of fighting spirit and an expression that showed he was eager to try.

He really wanted to make a deal and fight with Li Tian.

While forcing the opponent back, Xia Hong could also feel that Li Tiancheng's strength should be around twenty points, which was only 10% to 20% higher than his own.

With such strength, Xia Hong would not be afraid even if a middle-aged man came.

What's more, Li Tiancheng in front of him is already very old.

However, Li Tiancheng obviously had no desire to fight him.

Looking at Hou Hu who had already run back to the front of the Blood Guards, Li Tiancheng showed a trace of regret for failure. Finally, he sighed softly and said to Xia Hong:
"My friend, are you from Pingxiyuan?"

The fact that Li Tiancheng called him friend was enough to prove that the strength Xia Hong had just demonstrated had won his respect.

Li Xuanyan and other Longshan cold-resistant class soldiers looked at Hou Hu who had escaped with heavy expressions on their faces. Finally, they all turned to look at Xia Hong, their expressions full of resentment and hostility.

"No need to ask more. I just help those in need when I see injustice. I have never liked old men, especially those like you who take advantage of their age to kill people recklessly. If I meet one, I will naturally intervene!"

Xia Hong had no intention of talking to Li Tiancheng. After all, the more he talked, the easier it would be to reveal the truth. After making up some nonsense, he turned to look at Hou Hu and said with a smile:
"Brother, I saved your life, shouldn't you..."

Hou Hu was very sensible. He understood Xia Hong's meaning before he finished speaking. He interrupted him and said loudly, "I will never forget your life-saving grace. From now on, everyone in Zhaoyang will treat you as a guest of honor. But if I have something in my Zhaoyang camp that you like, Hou Hu will offer it to you with both hands!"

"Well, quick talk, my actions today were not in vain."

Xia Hong pretended to be brainless and generous, clapping his hands and laughing, as if he and Hou Hu were really of the same temperament and hit it off right away. He laughed loudly and clasped his fists and said:
"My name is Hong Xia, nice to meet Chief Hou!"

Seeing Xia Hong's innocent appearance, Hou Hu's eyes lit up instantly. Especially when he recalled the powerful strength he had just used to force Li Tiancheng to retreat, his expression became even more fiery. He couldn't help but invite him, "Brother Hong, if you don't mind, please follow me to the Zhaoyang camp, so that Hou Hu can show his hospitality as a host. How about it?"

"I can't ask for it!"

Hou Hu's face was already full of smiles, and his heart was even happier;
On the other hand, Li Xuanyan, Li Xuantian and other people from Longshan looked extremely unhappy when they saw that the two of them became familiar with each other so quickly, and Xia Hong even agreed to let Hou Hu visit Zhaoyang.

Only Li Tiancheng stood there, looking at Xia Hong without saying a word. After more than ten breaths, he turned to look at Li Xuanyan and others and spoke in a deep voice:
"Pack your things and go back. This is the end of today's business!"

After saying this, he didn't even look at Hou Hu again, but turned around and walked towards Longshan.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Hou Hu looked at Li Xuanyan and the others, with a mocking expression on his face. He laughed a few times, then turned around and waved domineeringly at the big man beside him:
"Hou Hua, lead the people to retreat, let's go back to Zhaoyang to entertain the distinguished guests."

"Yes, leader!"

The big man, Hou Hua, agreed with a smile on his face.

Not only him, but all the cold-resistant soldiers in Zhaoyang Camp, including the Blood Guards soldiers below, also had smug smiles on their faces.

In contrast to them, the people in Longshan were dejected.

Obviously, the first round of confrontation between the upstarts and the old tyrants ended with the Zhaoyang camp of Longyou, the upstart, winning a complete victory.

And this is just the beginning!
Next, the situation Longshan will face will become even worse.

"Brother Hong, please!"

Seeing Hou Hu's invitation, Xia Hong showed an honest smile, put the ceremonial sword back into the scabbard, nodded, and walked side by side with him towards the east.

(End of this chapter)