On the square of the main altar, people shouted that the horses rushed into one piece, and a large group of venerables and scattered knights mounted their horses one after another, preparing to go to Beishan.
Lin Muyu carried the prairie prairie sword, led the war horse, and walked slowly among the crowd, silent.
Long Yan carried the battle axe and said with a grin: "Mother... After all, we are not our own sons. We will leave the drudgery of attacking the mountains to us. Luo Yu You Yishi, I think we will just give it up just by pretending to be, how about?"
Luo Yu smiled faintly, noncommittal.
…
Soon after, the horses and horses descended from the mountain, and 1000+ people were mighty. This is about half of the total altar. There are even a lot of convoys behind to transport grain and grass. It seems that Ji Yang meant not to come back without taking Beishan.
Lin Muyu rode his horse slowly, his eyes swept over the people behind him, this time there came a gamer, 3 Golden Rangers, 12 Silver Rangers, 24 Bronze Rangers, 91 Iron Rangers, and 172 Zuns. At least two-thirds of the elite of the general altar were dispatched, and Lin Muyu has also seen the strength of the Tianjing mercenary group. Among the mercenary group, the strong in the terrain are very few, and most of them are just empty and powerful. Ordinary people, in comparison, the Tianjing mercenary group is indeed a gang of mobs. Ji Yang used 1000+ rangers to destroy Beishan, which is not a foolish dream.
"Wow...
Longyan unfolded a map, looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "We will be able to reach Beishan in about noon. Should we attack the mountain immediately, or set up camp and rest for a while, and then attack the mountain tomorrow?"
There was a chill in Luo Yu's eyes, and said, "The Tianjing Mercenary Corps is notoriously cruel and violent. Since we are here today with most of the elite of the general altar, then don't hesitate to fight quickly."
"Yes!"
…
At noon, taking a break in the mountains, everyone drank simple water and wine and ate some meatloaf to deal with it.
Lin Muyu led the war horse on the side of the road to herd horses. The ice and snow melted, and the withered grass under the snow was enough to provide food for the war horses. But at this moment, there was a faint fluctuation in his spiritual art, and he raised his brows, in the north, Approximately 2,000 meters away, a dense cluster of breath was fluctuating and moving, and people came, some of them were level 30-40 level cultivators.
"Luo Yu Youyi Master."
He turned around and said, "Someone has come to attack us a few miles from the north. The number is unknown. It seems that our whereabouts have been discovered."
"Ready to fight!"
Luo Yu stood up, pulled out the saber around his waist, and sneered: "The Tianjing Mercenary Corps dared to give up the terrain to fight with us. It's just looking for death. The shield is now, and the archer is ready!"
Lin Muyu also took the battle bow on the horseback and straddled the quiver around his waist. It was time to embody the real archery!
Soon after, there was the sound of horseshoes, and a group of cavalrymen from the Tianjing mercenary regiment had rushed over. The number was about 2,000. Luo Yu couldn't help being a little surprised. He turned to look at Lin Muyu and said, "Thanks to Master Lin Yan. What about foresight? How did you do it?"
Lin Muyu smiled mysteriously: "Private faculty, forgive me."
Luo Yu laughed and didn't pursue it.
At this time, the members of the Tianjing Mercenary Group from far away have drawn out their long swords, or brandished their long spears, instigated their horses to charge, and shouted: "Break their formation and crush them!"
Lin Muyu slowly exerted his strength, pulling the Baodiao bow into a full moon, a faint anger transformed into a true dragon, and the fire rushed into the arrow, aiming at the knight in the front, which was a level of about 25. The third heaven cultivator made a "swish", and the scream of arrows broke the silence and turned into a stream of light.
"Puff..."
This arrow pierced the true dragon origin fire in the heavenly realm. Naturally, it was not something that a human realm cultivator could resist. The man fell off his horse with a horrible grunt, with a huge blood hole in his chest.
"My archery skills are still good..." Lin Muyu proudly.
Taking out the second arrow, aiming at another mercenary, it burst out with a "swish", but the next moment it slammed into the rock with a "ding" with sufficient strength, and the accuracy was nearly two meters away.
Long Yan couldn't help laughing, turning around to look at Lin Muyu, and said, "Master Lin Yan's archery skills are really good!"
This rammer dared to taunt himself, Lin Muyu grinned and continued to shoot arrows until he shot all the 20+ arrows in the quiver, but also killed seven or eight people. The scattered knights were hacked together, hurting each other.
"when!"
The Liaoyuan sword came out of its sheath, and the horse galloped forward. The true dragon yuan was cremated into sword aura, and he slashed in the crowd. No one could stop Lin Muyu's sharp sword. People seem to be more enjoyable to kill like this.
However, he always pays attention to two points, not to expose the grudge, and not to expose the martial spirit, so the murder is relatively low-key, but Luo Yu, Longyan, and Fang Xin are powerful in the crowd, and the martial spirit is whistling. It's endless, it's almost like a massacre.
"Om!"
A cold light struck from the rear, it was a spear attack from a strong man!
Lin Muyu dodged sideways, and suddenly an iron spear pierced the air along his armpits. The gun was awe-inspiring. Holding the spear was a brash man with scars on his face and a golden emblem on his chest. It was about level 50. The strength of, obviously is the leader of these 2,000 mercenaries, Lin Muyu's clean left arm dropped, clamped the barrel of the gun, and the Liaoyuan sword burst into the light of the true dragon's original fire.
With a "click," he cut off the gun, and grabbed the general's collar with his left hand. He abruptly grabbed him from the horse, but his body was spinning in the air, and his boots kicked towards Lin Muyu's at a strange angle. Chest.
Lin Muyu couldn't help but froze, these mercenaries were really fierce!
The left arm sank lightly, blocking the mercenary leader’s kick with a “puff”, and the light on the right hand was radiant. The two percent strength of the first Yao profound energy was already activated, and it was concentrated in the hilt and hit the back of the leader’s head. .
Yi Yao is all in chaos!
"Peng!"
With a muffled hum, the strong man in the third heaven was actually stunned. Lin Muyu let go and dropped it on the grass, commanding: "Tie him!"
Long Yan did not let him go. He stepped forward with an axe and splashed with blood. The head of the fainted leader had already been chopped off. Long Yan raised it high and shouted loudly, "The messengers of the Tianjing Mercenary Corps, your leader. It has been beheaded, do you still want to die together? Put down your weapons, and I, Long Yan, will spare you all!"
The mercenaries were dumbfounded, and each of them was filled with despair: "The second regiment... died in battle?"
Lin Muyu was also taken aback. It turned out that this guy was the second commander of the Tianjing Mercenary Corps. No wonder he could have a level of 50 strength, but he died so stubbornly that he was killed by a stunned man like Longyan. .
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"Dangdangdang..."
A sword fell in the rock, about 1000+ mercenaries gave up resistance, facing opponents far stronger than their own, in fact, it was useless to resist.
"It's all tied up to me!"
Luo Yu raised his sword eyebrows and said, "Master Liu Xiangyinzun, you led a hundred brothers to escort this group of prisoners up the mountain. You are willing to join the knights' residence to stay. If you don't want to, leave it to the Great Youyi!"
"Yes, Master Yuyi!"
The battle came fast and went fast. In a blink of an eye, 1,000+ mercenaries were tied up into rice dumplings, with anger on their faces, pushed and shoved to the direction of the general altar of the imperial capital of the Xia Ke Xingguan.
Long Yan came over with a blood-stained battle axe, looked at Lin Muyu in surprise, and said, "Master Lin Yan, don't you only have the strength of the second heaven? Why... This day the second regiment of the mercenary group Long, but the third heaven in the realm, he was stunned by you abruptly without making three moves under your sword!"
Lin Muyu frowned and said, "Maybe he didn't rest well last night, so he was in poor condition, right?"
Long Yan couldn't help laughing: "But... I heard that we robbed the girls from Blue Lake Town and returned to the main altar. Three of the most beautiful girls were sent to your room. It stands to reason that the one who hasn't rested well should be Lin. Master Yan, you are right!"
Lin Muyu smiled awkwardly, touched her nose and said, "I am a more restrained person, not like you."
Holding the battle axe, Long Yan trembled with laughter: "Master Lin Yan is also an interesting person!"
Luo Yu said: "Let's go, continue to set off, take advantage of this momentum, and directly attack the mountain."
"Yes!"
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In the afternoon, I arrived at Beishan. Looking at it from a distance, it is lush, but it is indeed a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The north of Beishan is a cliff of ten thousand meters. On the steep place, a simple stone fort was built on it, heavily garrisoned, and the slope of nearly 45 degrees made it impossible for the cavalry to charge offense.
"All the silver-level rangers are ready, you will start attacking the mountain after leading 200 people to stick an incense!" Luo Yu commanded loudly.
Lin Muyu frowned, and said, "That is simply sending them to death..."
Luo Yu smiled slightly: "Don't worry, the three Jinzun Rangers will move with me. Let's climb up the rock from the east, attack from the flanks, and open the stone gate. This day, the mercenary group's lair is broken."
Lin Muyu's expression froze. Luo Yu seemed to be quiet, but his thoughts were very delicate. Not to mention that he used soldiers like a god, but he also knew how to use the opponent's weakness to attack. He was a general.
At this time, the Silver Venerable Rangers had already carried their shields up to impact, and many of them had their gas armors on to resist damage.
On the fortress, a rain of arrows fell, "cracking" on the shield and gas armor. At this time, the superiority of the high-level cultivator was fully manifested, and there was no fear of arrow attacks.
"Use a rolling stone!" a roar from the fortress.
The next moment, a huge stone rolled down, and several silver rangers hurriedly raised their swords to directly smash the stones. However, one of the silver rangers was weak and did not break the boulder. The boulder fell to the ground, and it was smashed into a pile of flesh in a blink of an eye. It was not someone else, it was Wang Tianfu!
Lin Muyu sighed, and Wang Tianfu snatched his 1100-year-old silver fox in exchange for the status of the Silver Venerable Ranger. Unfortunately, his strength did not match, and he died after all.
"Go, it's our turn."
Luo Yu patted Lin Muyu's shoulder, and several Jinzun Rangers immediately dismounted and carried their weapons to the east.
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