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Chapter 17
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"Brother Zhao is looking down on me, Mr. Wu?"

"Although Wu is young, he is also a person who knows good and bad. How can he be so ungrateful?!"

Strictly speaking.

Wu Xuan was able to practice martial arts so carefree. In fact, he received a lot of favor from Zhao Zhenyi. What he paid back was only half a year of teaching career, which was far from enough.

Especially for Zhao Zhenyi himself, Wu Xuan owed him.

Seeing that he still wanted to talk, Wu Xuan got up and said.

"Needless to say, wearing armor!"

"Let me come and meet Fang Wubing for a while, what is the name of Fang Yuanshan's Qianshan Gun Dao?"

For this sake, Zhao Zhenyi will naturally not be ignorant.

Standing up very excitedly, I personally made armor for Wu Xuan!
It didn't take long.

He was only fourteen years old, only seven feet two inches tall, and Wu Xuan, who was dressed in black armor, was brand new. Although his face was still immature, his power could not be ignored.

(1 foot = 23cm, 1 inch = 3.3cm)

The young man is full of high spirits, and his upright and comfortable master demeanor is undoubtedly evident!

He waved his hand and summoned the strong bow on the wall.

"Let's go, go to the wall and wait for them to do it."

"it is good!"

The conversation between the two must have been closely watched by Mrs. Zhao. After all, it was closely related to them. He recognized Wu Xuan's strength and his reputation.

The other party had a close friendship with Zhao Zhenyi, so he entrusted him with this arduous task.

Not disappointing them, the appearance of Wu Xuan coming out with Jia made everyone heave a sigh of relief.

All hope is on this young man.

If they are still invincible, then they can only give up the wealth accumulated by the Zhao family and escape from the secret passage...

The outside world is at its peak at noon.

According to the practice of the past few days, Fang Wubing wanted those low-level refugees to rush forward and consume Zhao's crossbow arrows. Although he practiced high-quality martial arts, he was also afraid of being shot by a volley of crossbows.

The inner qi body protector is also a mortal body, and it can't stop too many crossbow arrows from shooting at all!
Counting the time, a Zhao family has already wasted half a month on him, and the crossbow arrows must have been consumed almost, let's completely eliminate this local snake today...

Just picked up the long gun on the weapon rack.

But the military tent was opened, and it was the elders of the Fang family who came in.

"Second uncle."

Seeing that Fang Wubing picked up his gun, the middle-aged man opened his mouth and said with obvious intentions.

"No sickness, our task is to capture the iron mines in Mount Qi and forge weapons for our Fang family. The gathering in Ping Ye Yuan will be the best time to decide the pattern of the world."

"I know, isn't it better for us to get rid of the Qishan Zhao family as soon as possible?"

"That's right, but you can't make a move yet."

"The dragon and tiger boxer who rescued Qi Tieyi obviously practiced high-quality martial arts, and his background is a mystery. He may be waiting for you if he hasn't made a move for a long time."

If Wu Xuan knew, he might have raised a question mark. He didn't make a move. It was purely because the new entry made him a new breakthrough, and he didn't catch up.

But in the eyes of this second uncle Fang, it was a harbinger of conspiracy.

There is nothing wrong with being cautious, but being too cautious can easily miss the best time.

Opportunity awaits those who are prepared.

"Second Uncle, if we are healthy, we are not afraid of a boxer from a small place, even if he practices superior martial arts? The Qianshan martial arts handed down by our ancestors is the strongest!"

"No disease..."

"Second Uncle, needless to say, take down the Qishan Zhao Clan as soon as possible, so that our Fang Clan will have more time to build ordnance, and we don't have much time left."

"..."

Second Uncle Fang saw that dissuasion was hopeless, so he could only keep his mouth shut. In this army, although he was only a staff officer, he was Fang Wubing's elder because of his clan status.

Naturally, he has greater rights, and the logistics are in his hands.

He thinks that he has read poetry and books for forty years, is extremely intelligent and resourceful, and is not inferior to Zhou Shuzang, the founding prime minister. It was a peaceful world before, and his talents could not be used.

Now in troubled times, it's time for Fang Yushan to shine!
Fang Wubing is 20 years old this year, not long after he was crowned, he was full of confidence.

"Drive the militia to launch the last wave of sprints, and the armored elites wait for my order and charge with me!"

"Yes!"

On the surface, Fang Yushan dared not and could not go against Fang Wubing, so he didn't go according to his plan, which made him very aggrieved, and he could only hope that after he was exhausted, he would seek another trick from him!

But can the Zhao family really form an effective counterattack?
As it turns out, it can!

Standing on the wall of the village, Wu Xuan looked at the city wall made of stones, tree trunks, yellow mud, and hay, and was silent.

At this level, the battering ram of the regular army will be broken.

If he were to command Fang Kou's army, he would be able to take it down on the first day with outstanding force.

Yes, the crossbow poses a fatal threat to martial arts masters!

But he was mixed in the army, and if he didn't charge forward, there was nothing he could do with scattered arrows. As long as he could rush under the wall of the village, he could break it with one punch!
"The opponent was too cautious, and instead lost the best opportunity."

And the death-like charge frightened the militiamen.

Every time when they approached the wall of the village, Mingjin retreated from the rear, and a large number of people died in vain every time. Only at the very beginning, the Zhao family suffered casualties when they went out of the city to fight, and there were not many deaths at all in the subsequent defense.

Fang Yushan was reluctant to give the scarce shields to the militia, which led to a very serious decline in the morale of the army.

Although Zhao's anger was also lost, Wu Xuan came.

There is a fallback, which is in stark contrast to Fang Kou's army.

"what happened?"

Fang Wubing frowned, pointing at the sparse militiamen who were advancing very slowly.

They acted as cannon fodder, absorbing crossbow arrows, allowing his elite to rush through the area covered by the enemy's arrow rain at a low price.

Fang Yushan also frowned.

"No problem, Commander Fangzheng, urge them!"

"Yes!"

As the order was communicated, a supervisor armed with a shield, a long whip, and a long knife at the waist and hips came out from behind, and whipped the refugee soldiers one after another.

"Bitch, if you dare to retreat, I will kill you!"

The already frail refugees couldn't bear the flogging at all. In order to show themselves, these supervising soldiers were extremely heavy-handed, so it didn't take long before they went to the battlefield, and they lay down.

What's more, he was beaten to death on the spot.

This is similar to the treatment of prisoner camps in foreign wars, or even worse!
They are the orthodox people of Dali!

The blood is spreading...

In Zhao's Manor some distance away, there are many servants serving as soldiers, holding a long crossbow in their hands. Although they can't see clearly, just listening to the screams on the other side, they all feel a sense of sympathy.

In troubled times, human life is worthless!

Under the high pressure, the refugee barracks finally couldn't bear it, and rushed towards the city with a bamboo spear as if mad.

It quickly reached the killing range of the crossbow.

"Fire arrows!"

This is the last iron eagle warrior of the Zhao family, Zhao Tong.

After a few days of baptism, there is no mercy to speak of, standing on the opposite side, if you sympathize with the enemy, who will sympathize with your brothers and sisters who died tragically at Fang Wubing's hands?
(End of this chapter)