When Li Jun was in the Loess District, he had a nickname called Hunjianglong. When Huizong was still in charge, Hunjianglong lived a very happy life.

Those who were rotten to the bottom of the world were no match for him and his men. He could earn money every month by selling private salt. As long as he respected the nearby mountain gates during festivals, no one would dare to care about his idle business.

But all the good days based on the fish and meat village and crimes have become like smoke with the new dynasty's rule.

Almost overnight, Li Jun's beautiful life was broken. It was really overnight. I don't know which bold madman was. He broke into his house on a dark and windy night, killed half of his guests, and then smashed his head with the incense burner used to burn incense at the door.

When I woke up again, there was a fierce man in a black coat in front of me. I asked myself whether I wanted to live or die, but I just wanted to die! Only a fool wanted to die!

Li Jun was assigned to the punishment camp like this. At first he didn't know where it was, but later it was too late to wait for him to find out the way.

Every day, I get up to train before dawn. Those who are serious about being whipped, those who are not serious about being hang street lights, those who are obey the command of the officers, and those who are not cooperative about hang street lights. In less than three months, there are no street lights to hang in the punishment camp. Even the branches of the camp are covered with corpses. Every night, ghost fires float, and the wind blows, it is like a ghost creature on earth.

Li Jun really hoped that the court would send him to the battlefield and die, but later he still regretted it. The broken place in southern Xinjiang is really not a place where people stay, and those chaotic messes are really not something, making people not afraid of death and fear of death.

Li Jun, who had been traveling around the country for many years, almost witnessed bullies, village bandits from all over the country in the increasingly large-scale punishment camp, and even tiger spirits who eat people in the mountains were sent in. Finally, he realized that the Song Empire had really changed and could never return to the good days he had before. Then he just wanted to go up the mountain to rebel. He carefully studied the military reform regulations in the punishment camp and tried to get rid of his guilty body as soon as possible.

In the end, Li Jun and the other 107 brothers who had been lucky enough to survive for a year of living gave a wish and agreed to work hard for the bright future of the new dynasty together. Of course, the above is nonsense, but Li Jun believes that as long as they dare not say that, they will smile behind them and look at their black coats, they will dare to let them rebuild for a year.

At that time, it is estimated that the 100 single eight generals that were killed in the punishment camp will be left with only one eight generals.

Li Jun didn't like black coats, and never liked them. He couldn't stand the rules of straightness and verticality under the Xin Dynasty, so when the Ministry of War recruited outstanding officers to reclaim the sea in Far South, he decisively signed up.

Not only him, but the old brothers scattered on all fronts across the country have written letters. If there is another world in the far south that can be played, please send a letter to the brothers. When everyone gets together, domineering will not be a pleasure to be sad?

Li Jun has indeed learned a lot of practical things to survive in the punishment camp. Anyone who faces the choice of life and death will learn very quickly. He can visually measure the ballistics and calculate the range of the attack of the musket array by mental calculation, because those that cannot be calculated are all due to his own mistakes.

With his excellent skills among the indigenous people, Li Jun came despite his low political review scores and had a great time traveling far south.

Obviously, in the eyes of officials of the new dynasty or black coats, the people of the foreign countries with yellow hair and green hair were not considered their own people. Li Jun could be so arrogant as before, and no one came to him to lock him up in custody. Hunjianglong decided at that time that this was his retirement place!

As for those chaos and fragments? Can you still be more powerful outside the Great Wall defense line if you jump around? Li Jun is confident that he can defend this line of defense and guard the Song and Ruimu City. He just thinks it was my salary advancement in advance. In the future, I will eat watermelon or something in the city. If anyone dares to collect money, he will slap over!

Fuck those black coats to death! Li Jun secretly glanced at Xu Yichen, subconsciously straightened his waist, and when the musket square fired, he also tied the Fengji buckle on the military uniform, and took the time to wipe the badges on his breastplate to make them shine a little more.

"There must be a higher evil demon in the Black Forest to command them, or worse, there is a small Chaos Portal there." Heminsk stared at the defense line for a while, and said to Xu Yichen: "If the commander is not resolved, the war will not stop."

"Two hours ago, a cavalry broke through and entered the Black Forest, but no news has been heard back so far. Can you sense the position of the Chaos Gate or the higher evil demon in the [Meditation] state?" Xu Yichen glanced at the message sent by Li Yanlong and asked.

"No, the chaotic aura here is too strong, which completely interferes with my perception. If this continues, they can summon more difficult guys to come out in less than a few hours." Heminsk rarely encountered such a serious chaos problem before, and this kind of war-level chaos erosion will generally attract the intervention of legendary strong men.

But Yuannan is obviously a blank in the legendary power, and they can only rely on themselves.

"Then we can only rely on the God of Luck to protect him." Xu Yichen shrugged. This was a cold joke. If there was a God of Luck in the world he was in, he would not have encountered an enemy like Chaos.

"We are hunters of the Wolf School. Rely on your sense of smell and eyes, apprentice." Heminsk drew out his weapon and glanced at the other party's huge chainsaw sword with some jealousy. He felt that Old Kane was a little too fond of the apprentice: "Don't let your weapon be shamed!"

After saying this, Heminsk's face turned a little red. He remembered the other party's exaggerated killing records, and felt that he was not qualified to say this. So he kept his head shut and rushed to the Black Forest along a straight line. Wherever he passed, the sword in his hand was like lightning, and he fought a white road against the Chaos Demon Tide.

Master Gast and the druids covered the thin chest wall with a layer of tough vines, filling a lot of gaps. The vines grew a large number of spikes at an exaggerated speed, constantly hurting the enemies trying to get close.
Chapter completed!