A bowl of wine was delivered to Qi Zhuji.

This bowl of wine is very strong, and this wine is also very bad for Qi Zhuji.

This was the first time in his life that he drank wine against the Yubaibai in Dongfang.

Situ Nian was more straightforward than him. He drank the strong wine in the bowl in one gulp, was silent for a moment, and then whispered three names in Qi Zhuji's ear.

This is three of the other six young practitioners who joined the Tie Ce Army with Situ Nian.

The three of them died in the previous battle.

Although with the performance and strength of those people, it was normal to die in such a cruel strangle that night, these people were Tie Ce Army after all, and after all, they came with him. Seeing the Wang Chaozong who sprinkled a bowl of wine in front of the Southern Dynasty’s True Yuan heavy armor, he couldn’t help but think that if Lin Yi was here, he would have done better than himself. Maybe he could take care of these people in the battle, and these people would not have died like this.

The random use of true energy and fear in the battle made him feel a little secretly despised. However, when these people used their lives to prove their loyalty to the Southern Dynasties, he became more and more aware that these people, like the ordinary soldiers who held their shields and stood in front of him regardless of their own safety, were the most lovely and respectable people of the Southern Dynasties.

Compared with these young practitioners who dare to defend this city here and at most they are not satisfactory in the battle, what are the Southern Dynasties who only compete for benefits in peace?

He originally didn't want to drink the bowl of strong wine in his hand, but when he heard the names of these three people, he drank it silently in one sip.

The scorching fire rayed in the empty stomach.

He put down the empty bowl, stood up, and walked to a young man who was resting not far behind him.

"Do you regret joining the Tie Ce Army and regret coming here with us?"

The moment he passed by the young man, he whispered to the young man.

The young man's surname is Fang and Mo, and he is also one of the seven young practitioners.

Fang Mo listened to the sound coming into his ears, and he turned his head. Qi Zhuji had already walked past him, and he had to see Qi Zhuji's back.

"regret?"

His eyes were inexplicably red, "I just want to kill a few more Northern Wei barbarians now."

Regret is an emotion.

Hate is also an emotion.

In such a killing situation, when the person who lives around you dies, the only thing that is filled with hatred is that you don’t have time to think about anything else.

...

Qi Zhuji didn't care about his answer.

For him, any choice is good as long as it is not forced to make.

He walked towards the southernmost wall.

The Wei army, who was forced to retreat in the middle of the night, had returned to their camp. At this time, people could be seen shaking in the camp, but it was very quiet.

He looked at the official road in the distance.

The alcohol ignited from his stomach became more intense, and the sky became brighter and brighter, but his face became more and more gloomy.

Logically speaking, Xue Jiu and the others and the local army should have appeared in his sight at this time. Not appearing yet, which only means that there is something wrong with the heavy cavalry army.

"If you don't die, I will let you die."

Qi Zhuji did not think he was a vengeful person before, but now he felt that he was, and he would firmly remember the names of the heavy armored cavalry generals under Lan Huaigong's subordinates.

...

The smell of alcohol and blood mixed together, and the blood on the north wall of Zhongli City gradually solidified, the rising sun gradually rose to the east, and the whole city began to be coated with a layer of gold edges.

Qi Zhuji did not stay on the city wall in the south for a long time.

He did not take these Northern Wei troops in his heart.

Since it has not been able to pose a real threat to Zhongli City in the past ten days, as long as a certain defensive force is retained in the south, this Northern Wei army will still be impossible to break through the city walls in the south.

All you need to worry about is the north.

"Xue Jiu and the others have not come yet?"

Seeing Qi Zhuji return, just looking at Qi Zhuji's face, Xiao Suxin knew what was going on.

Qi Zhuji responded softly: "Unless they meet the Northern Wei army, even if the heavy armored cavalry interferes, they will come. I have made arrangements, but it is later than I expected."

Xiao Suxin lowered her head. She looked at the blood on her body and knew that Qi Zhuji was waiting for the ordnance transported by the local troops.

Some of the items in the batch of armies seemed cruel to her, but for such a cruel strangle, it seemed that there was no difference between them.

Time and distance are always the most critical factors that limit generals to dispatch troops. If all means can fall somewhere at any time according to the will of a general, it is playing chess, no longer a bloody war.

The light in the eastern sky is becoming more and more dazzling.

Qi Zhuji narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw five riders appearing from a path in the north and heading towards this side.

The heaven and earth vital energy behind him was a little volatile.

Some disordered winds were born inexplicably.

He turned his head and saw Mr. Chen watching the riders.

Mr. Chen's face was very calm, but the silent and powerful true energy in his body had begun to flow rhythmically.

This means that this practitioner in the realm of divine thought has begun to prepare and adjust all functions of his body to the best before the five riders arrive.

"Can you tell the history?"

Qi Zhuji took a deep breath and asked as calmly as possible.

He could not see the clothes and appearance of the five riders at this time, but Mr. Chen's eyes should be far beyond him, and he should have seen some clues.

"It should be a swordsman from the Lexiang Mansion of the Northern Wei Dynasty."

Mr. Chen stood quietly with his hands behind his back, and a mountainous aura gushed out from his body, "They are good at sword formations, with four swordsmen from Chengtian realm as auxiliary, and one swordsmen from the Divine Thought realm as the formation."

The Lexiang Mansion is one of the royal palaces of the Northern Wei Dynasty. The Lexiang Mansion is good at music and beautiful girls. He is also an alien among the Northern Wei practitioners who like to use swords. He likes swords and there are many sword masters in the mansion.

He is also very good at the art of joint attack of sword formations. He alone is said to have created no less than ten powerful sword formations.

Qi Zhuji didn't ask again.

Especially he didn't ask the stupid question of how many chances of winning.

Any practitioner of the divine mind realm, even if the true energy in his body is not consumed at all, he should not have much chance of winning against a sword formation composed of five people like the Lexiang Mansion.

...

It's dawn.

But the city and the water suddenly became quiet.

Looking at the five cavalry coming from the north and getting closer to the waterside, feeling the increasingly powerful momentum of Mr. Chen Da, both the most ordinary soldiers from the Southern Dynasties and the Northern Wei Dynasty, they all understood what was about to happen.

There will be a battle of divine thoughts here soon, and this battle that they cannot intervene and has nothing to do with them may really determine their fate next.

Wang Chaozong drank another bowl of wine.

He looked at the rising sun in the east and took a deep breath of fresh air greedily.

He is very young.
Chapter completed!