"The boss is back!"

In the village, Lang Mutou and the leaders stared at the broken village gate in a daze.

They had already made plans to burn both jade and stone, and even prepared tinea oil and wood, intending to bring in the Southern Dynasty people and burn it with fire.

They were going to die in the village with these dog thieves in the Southern Dynasty.

But now, the familiar figure is back.

Qiu Buping stood alone outside the gate of the Broken Village, facing the thousands of troops in front of him alone. Behind him were the broken Yifan Village, a group of remnants who were powerless to fight again.

He protected the village alone.

Just like before.

When Lang Mutou saw the familiar gun-carrying figure, his heart immediately felt much more relaxed.

The fear of death seemed to disappear all of a sudden. It seemed that as long as the person in front of me was there, the right and wrong village would never die.

When he felt relieved, Lang Mutou felt dizzy and sat on the ground.

His left arm was covered with blood scabs and his wounds had not even been bandaged.

There were many leaders and soldiers who relaxed like him. For a moment, a deep groan of pain sounded in the entire Shifei village.

"Kidnapped, look! The boss is back! We are saved!"

"Kidou? Kidou!"

Lang Mutou called out to his good brother, but he couldn't get a response. He looked back and saw that the lame Qian Guaizi was sitting cross-legged on the ground, lowering his head.

It seems to be asleep.

He was still holding the broken knife tightly in his hand, and the blood dyed a pool of blood under him.

"kidnapper!"

Lang Mutou pounced over and hugged Qian Guaizi.

But his good brother had no breath, and he was just a smile on his blood-stained face before he died of exhaustion.

A relaxing smile.

It seems that he is feeling joy because Qiu Buping once again saved Shi Feizhai.

He is the most determined.

He kept saying that the boss would not give up on them and leave alone.

Qian Guaizi is right, Qiu Buping is back.

but...

"Big boss!"

Lang Mutou's miserable voice sounded like a night owl, and it sounded like a cry of blood and tears.

"Kaitor is dead! Kanitor is dead! Avenge him!"

Qiu Buping raised his fingers and made a soft sound.

A hint of sadness and a hint of self-blame in his eyes.

Behind him, the silent wounded soldiers from the village staggered one by one, pouring out from the broken village gate. They were very silent.

Each of them held weapons and stood behind Qiu Buping.

No one shouted, no one scolded.

Just like a ghost soldier crawling out of the underworld, gathered under the banner of hatred again.

Perhaps a commander was afraid, so he gave birth to a sense of courage under heavy pressure.

He rode his horse and rushed towards Qiu Buping, and everyone behind him wanted to follow him, but before he could rush into Qiu Buping twenty feet before he could rush into Qiu Buping's body, blood suddenly appeared.

The man and the horse were divided into four.

The broken limbs and arms hit the sea of ​​blood on the mountain of corpses, and the unspoken war cry was also sealed in the throat.

The soldiers who rushed with him stopped in place.

They dare not step forward.

No one even saw how Qiu Buping's shot was stabbed.

He seemed to be moving.

Qiu Buping was slow and straightforward, he reached out and teared open the shirt and slowly wrapped a strand of white cloth around his forehead.

It's like wearing mourning clothes.

When he raised his head again, the cold light in his eyes and murderous intent on his body made Zhao Lian, the Marquis of Wei who had fought for a lifetime, couldn't help but take a step back.

Thousands of elite soldiers were so scared that they dared not step forward.

Qiu Buping grabbed the silver spear and took a step forward.

The soldiers behind him also took a step forward in unison. The soldiers confronted him in front of him did not want to retreat or show their fear.

But the murderous aura gathered into a physical body, like a roaring army and horses, making people breathless.

On Qinglong Mountain, a strong wind suddenly rose.

The torches that were blown and flew, just like the sound of war drums and the waves rolled.

After a few breaths, Qiu Buping lifted his spear and stepped forward.

"kill!"

A war cry was like an irritated thunder, and the mourning soldiers behind him agreed in unison.

The sound of killing shook the sky, and the torches burning on the entire mountain village were suppressed by the manic wind.

The night comes, and there is no more light spots.

The underworld is blooming, and the soul swallows the dead.

"kill!"

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When Chen Qiu and others rushed to the first gate of Qinglong Mountain, they saw countless defeated soldiers running down from the mountain.

The vanguard of the Southern Dynasty Army was defeated.

When Qiu Buping led the army of the country and the village were fighting, they couldn't even hold on to a stick of incense.

"bass"

Tan Lang unsheathed, Chen Qiu stepped forward and said to everyone behind him:

"Don't stand there."

"superior!"

After the deepest night, dawn came soon.

Chen Qiu and his group walked up the mountain and saw a man from the village who was packing up the bodies.

In front of the village gate, thousands of corpses were left layer by layer in a hundred feet of land, and the smell was like Shura hell.

The mighty village was almost destroyed, the village gate was broken, and there were still some flames burning on the exterior wall.

The village was also in a mess. The three-story wooden building Juyi Hall, which was originally in the village, and the surrounding buildings, were burned to white ground.

The surviving soldiers and leaders were burying pots to make rice in an open air on the left side of the village.

Everyone's face was filled with numbness after fighting.

Some people are still crying secretly.

More people were digging soil behind the village. They wanted to bury their brothers who died in battle, and they didn't even have thin-skinned coffins. They could only sweep them with grass and bury them in the soil.

This seems to be the final outcome of all the Green Forest heroes.

Seven parts of desolation, two parts of sadness, and one ray of joy of living in death.

These emotions are mixed together, making the miserable right and wrong village full of depression.

Qiu Buping is in the back village, which is the best place to be preserved in the battle between the right and the wrong village.

He is looking at his brother.

The second head Liu Junshan was lying in a wing room. The originally generous bearded man was in great pain at this time and lost his arm.

But this is not a fatal injury.

What is really fatal is that the body was burned by a fire and two-thirds of the skin on his body were burned.

This kind of injury is hopeless in this era.

He forced himself to breathe a sigh of relief and endured in endless pain.

Like Qian Guaizi, Liu Junshan believed that the enemy would come back, just like countless times before, the commander of the army defeated the enemy and killed the generals.
To be continued...