Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 3015 The Battle of Yanmen Pass
The sharp claws of the magic soldier, with a strong smell of blood, made Han Shizhong's nose rush.

The soldiers behind shouted at him, "Shizhong, go quickly."

Han Shizhong wanted to leave, but it was obviously too late.

He closed his eyes and thought to himself, Brother Liang, I can't fulfill your last wish.

When the wind whistled in his ears, Han Shizhong felt that his head was about to be blown off by this monster.

He only heard a muffled sound, and a pleasant voice sounded in his ear, "Hey, what are you doing so stupidly?"

Han Shizhong opened his eyes, only to see a little girl with pink complexion looking at him with big black eyes.

With a cynical expression on his face, he easily grabbed the monster's huge fingers with his small hand.

The North Liao Demon Soldier, nearly three meters tall, was easily blocked by her little hand.

There was a whistling of sword lights in the air, as if thousands of sword lights were galloping towards here.

Someone shouted loudly, "Yanshan Daomeng, get rid of demons!"

These sword lights fell one after another, and instantly killed the demon soldiers who were showing off their madness on the city wall.

Han Shizhong reacted and stepped back in a hurry.

I saw the magic soldier opened his fangs and bit the little girl's head.

Han Shizhong shouted in shock, "Be careful!"

The little girl looked relaxed and didn't mind, before the monster's mouth fell, she flew up and kicked the demon soldier.

This magic soldier weighs over a thousand catties.

But at this moment, like a ball, it was kicked far away by this little girl.

He let out a desperate wail in the air, and smashed down heavily to the bottom of the city wall.

The little girl clapped her hands and smiled triumphantly, "Little thing, if you dare to challenge this girl, I can't beat you to death."

Han Shizhong looked a little demented, feeling that the most beautiful things in the world might not be able to match the smile of this little girl.

Seeing him staring at her, the little girl raised the corners of her mouth and said, "Stupid Bing, what are you looking at!"

Han Shizhong quickly raised his waist and said, "Villain Han Shizhong, thank you for saving my life."

The little girl giggled, "Thank you, just kill a few more enemies later."

With a leap, she flew into the magic soldier in the distance, and with a flick of her finger, circles of flames were rolled up and wrapped around the magic soldier.

Han Shizhong couldn't help admiring him for a while, "It turns out that he is a Taoist monk, no wonder he is so powerful."

In this world, most people who join the army practice martial arts.

Martial arts is a simplified version of the orthodox Taoism of Xuanmen, and you can buy knives at the street stalls on Famen Street where you practice.

In the army, there will also be coaches who give special advice.

This kind of martial arts technique is easy to learn and fast to practice, focusing on polishing the body and soul.

It can also form pills and transform into babies.

In the end, it was cast into a martial soul, that is, the soul of martial arts.

But this method has an upper limit, because it is detrimental to harmony and popularity because it continuously consumes the body's essence and blood to cultivate the fighting spirit.

Usually people who practice martial arts have a difference in longevity compared to monks.

Even martial arts masters have a lifespan of only 400 years.

Therefore, these martial arts people usually choose to enter the Expo to gain fame, instead of hiding in the mountains like monks.

Of course, in the army, there are also dedicated Xuanmen monks.

Han Shizhong worked hard, raised his spear and quickly joined the battle with all the soldiers.

The Beilao fighters under the city had already attacked from the suspension bridge.

The huge siege vehicle was built from a giant tree hundreds of meters long.

As soon as the people behind pushed, there was a buzzing sound, and the giant log slammed into the front door.

The city gate slammed, causing the city walls above to tremble.

The general of the Song army above shouted, "Quick, add fuel to the fire!"

Above the city gate, the oil cylinders that had been prepared were overturned one by one.

The black kerosene poured down like a waterfall.

The Beiliu soldiers who were hitting the city gate were caught off guard and were instantly blackened by kerosene.

"Archer, let go!"

The general shouted anxiously, and asked hundreds of archers to lift their heavy bows and let out fiery arrow feathers.

Whoops, whoops, whoops, the arrow feathers fall.

The kerosene was ignited instantly, and with a buzzing sound, the place below immediately turned into a sea of ​​flames.

All Beilao soldiers within a [-]-meter radius were engulfed in the fire.

The violent flames buzzed with black smoke, rushing up to a height of more than ten meters into the sky.

In front of the city gate, it instantly turned into a field of fire.

The Bei Liao siege soldiers wailed and screamed inside, and jumped into the moat behind them wailing.

But even the water in the moat can't extinguish this flame.

The steam below was steaming, and all kinds of smells mixed together, and the disgusting smell of barbecue came out after a while.

Han Shizhong covered his nose and almost vomited.

With the support of a group of monks, the Beilao demon soldiers on the city wall were quickly wiped out.

The soldiers no longer had to worry about the future, and concentrated on dealing with the Beiliao people under the city wall.

At this point in the battle attack, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the plan to attack the main gate failed again.

Once the magic soldiers were defeated, it was difficult to break into the 500-meter-high city by relying on ordinary soldiers.

To everyone's surprise, Prince Yelukuo of Beiliu raised his hand, and ordered the troops to call back immediately, and the soldiers on the front line were withdrawn.

With the drums beating and thundering, the black army quickly retreated like a swarm of ants.

The soldiers on the city wall finally breathed a sigh of relief, one by one immediately sat down and bandaged their wounds.

The head camp, where Hu Yanzhuo received the monk leaders who came to support him.

He clasped his fists excitedly, and said anxiously with all the monks, "Thank you fellow Taoists for your help, without you, Yanmen Pass would be a mighty one today."

"General Huyan is too polite!"

The leading girl smiled faintly, raised her hand and returned a salute to Hu Yanzhuo.

Hu Yanzhuo asked in surprise, "Brother Dao, do you recognize me?"

The little girl said cheerfully, "Naturally I recognize it, compared to the general, I have heard my name before."

"Oh?"

Hu Yanzhuo frowned.

The little girl introduced, "My little girl, Song Yuchan, is the daughter of Song Gongming, Duke of Qi."

"It's you?"

Hu Yanzhuo's complexion changed drastically, naturally he had heard of Song Yuchan's name.

In the ruling and opposition parties, Song Gongming's name is much louder.

But in Jianghu, Song Yuchan's name is much louder than Song Gongming.

Hu Yanzhuo has seen Song Yuchan's name in the secret report more than once.

I didn't arrive first, but I actually saw a real person today.

The young Daoist beside Song Yuchan and Hu Yanzhuo clasped their fists and introduced, "I am the acting headmaster of the Quanzhen Sect, Yin Zhiping. He is now the leader of the Yanshan Cultivation Realm. This time, you should really thank the little sister of the Song family. If it weren't for her, we Brother Yanshan can't join forces to fight against the enemy."

Yin Zhiping flattered him a little bit, but it was his sincere words.

The monks of Yanshan suffered a catastrophe back then, if it weren't for Song Yuchan, they might not even be alive now.

"It's true that a young man produces a hero. This old man admires him so much. After the war, I must thank Brother Xiaodao for his help."

Hu Yanzhuo didn't say anything to Song Yuchan, he admired her youthful bravery in his heart, and even more admired that she had no views of sects, because he was a member of the imperial court who sat on the sidelines.

This kind of overall situation view is a hundred times stronger than those in high positions in the imperial court.

(End of this chapter)