Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

   Chapter 102

  Cheng Ling stood above the valley, bowed his head, and looked down with a cold gaze.

   Outside the valley, it is passed from person to person.

  The flames splattered and infected more people.

  The first reaction of most of the rebels who were set on fire was not to roll over to put out the fire—in fact, they couldn’t roll, because there were so many people that there was no room for them to roll.

  The night wind blows, and the wind helps the fire.

  The weather has been dry recently, and the clothes and hair of these people have become excellent fuels, and the fires brought by several rockets have burned even more.

  There were still voices in the chaotic army trying to command and control them, but it was no use.

   Once again, the frightened lower-level sergeants could not hear these voices. On the contrary, the cries of various fears were more obvious.

   "Run, the fire ghost is coming!"

   "Help, woo woo... The Bodhisattva is merciful, the villain will never dare to do evil again..."

   "Run!"

what-

The screams of    came from those who were trampled on. The trampling incident that once happened under Chixia Castle was repeated in the chaos of the army.

   and the source of the stampede and confusion was actually Cheng Ling.

  The ancient army, it is not easy to be well commanded.

   How to give an order so that every soldier can hear it? How to control them to achieve the effect of arm and finger? How to stabilize the military in a chaotic situation?

  Even, stampede prevention is a particularly important issue.

  Otherwise, what should I say, a thousand troops are easy to get and one general is hard to find!

   Fortunately, there are no brilliant generals here, only a group of chaotic troops blinded by greed and repeatedly beaten to morale.

  In the valley, the members of the Ran's caravan who were still desperately resisting suddenly felt that their pressure was lighter.

  Xiaowu held the knife, originally crowded in front, there were three enemies in front of him.

  The two sides have reached the most ruthless point, and no martial arts skills are very useful. At this time, the competition is who is more ruthless, who is more powerful, and will be able to fight.

  Xiaowu is ruthless, he has already killed a lot of people, but at this time he is at a disadvantage because he is about to lose his strength!

   His body was exhausted, his muscles, bones and muscles had reached the limit. There was even an abnormal roaring sound between his ears, his eyes were blurry, and everything looked like blood.

   It seems that someone is shouting: "Go to hell!"

   He raised the knife, as if it was holding something, and a strong blow came, but the blow made his arm tremble and he almost fell to his knees.

  No, no!

  Xiaowu thought: I can't fall!

The thought of   's unwillingness to yield in front of the chaotic army finally supported him, so that at the moment when his strength was exhausted, a sudden force surged from his bones and blood.

   "You are going to die!"

"what!"

   screamed.

  Xiaowu felt something hit by his knife, and a warm liquid splashed on his face.

   But his last strength was finally exhausted, and he felt that it would be his turn to die the next moment.

boom!

   The expected knife did not fall on him, he just heard another bang.

   Then a voice next to him shouted: "Little Wu, what are you doing. Wake up, don't be in a daze, we are saved!"

  Someone was shaking him, and Xiao Wu felt that his blurry vision seemed to gradually become clear.

   He tried his best to open his eyes, and finally saw that the enemy in front of him seemed to be frightened by something, and suddenly shouted and retreated.

   "It's a fire, it's a fire! It's a ghost fire, run!"

   "The army is coming, run!"

  What army? Where did the army come from?

The    army has not seen it yet, but there is a faint sound of killing shouts like a thousand troops overlapping: "Kill!"

  Xiaowu was also stunned, he, he stood there trying to straighten up, looking up.

   The chaotic army that was frightened and retreated ran faster and faster, and the more they ran, the more chaos they ran.

   Outside the valley, some skirmishers standing on the outermost **** actually didn't know what was going on at all. They just felt that there was confusion ahead, and these skirmishers who had been driven several times backed away spontaneously.

   "Run!"

   "Is there an army coming over there?"

"run-"

"what!"

   screams one after another.

   Inside is still trampling and pushing, and at the outermost, someone was pushed and rolled down the hill!

  Half a quarter of an hour later, the chaotic army that was still bustling, like a terrifying giant wave, pressed down on the head of the Ran's caravan, just like the tide receding, more like a dream bubble, and disappeared completely.

  Xiao Wu felt like he was dreaming, and the rest of the Ran's caravan also felt like he was dreaming.

  These frightened and exhausted people just stood there, looking at me, I looked at you, facing each other, just by the light of the torches in the valley, I didn't know what was going on.

   I don't know which wind was blowing, and one of the guards in the caravan suddenly shuddered and said, "Where is the army? Where are the reinforcements? Where are they?"

  Yes, what about the army?

The    rebel army has disappeared, what about the army that came to help?

  Someone looked at Xiao Wu as if he had realized it later, and said in surprise, "Hey, Xiao Wu, why are you here? Didn't you go out to send a letter and ask for help? Where is the help?"

   Rescue Soldiers…

   Xiaowu opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

   Can he say that he is more confused than them?

   At this moment, he heard the soft sound of the wind, Xiao Wuyi looked up, but saw a figure in the high mountain above, stepping on the rocks, on the top of the tree, a few ups and downs, and jumped down gracefully.

   When it hits the ground, the dust is not alarmed.

  Xiao Wu's open mouth suddenly became even more inseparable, his eyes stared blankly at the person who came, and he was completely speechless.

   But someone next to him exclaimed: "Who!"

  Cheng Ling lit up the compound crossbow in his hand and smiled lightly: "The one who just launched the rocket."

   She looked at Xiao Wu and clasped her fists as if mockingly said: "Xiao Wuxiong, fortunately not to be disgraced, the rebel army has retreated, what's up? Should you also fulfill your promise?"

promise?

  What promise?

   Of course it is 20% of the supplies!

   But this is actually a private agreement between Cheng Ling and Ran Wenji. Xiao Wu is just a scout who leads the way. He doesn't know the content.

  Xiao Wu said stunned: "Just now you thought of a way to disperse the chaotic army over there? How did you do it? You... What promise do you want?"

   These words contained a lot of information, and the rest of the Ran's caravan finally reacted, and many people immediately surrounded Cheng Ling.

   A middle-aged man holding a torch in one hand and being supported in the other hand limped towards Cheng Ling.

  Xiaowu shouted: "Uncle Ming! You are injured..."

  Uncle Ming waved his hand, and his eyes, which were trapped in fine lines and folds, narrowed slightly and looked at Cheng Ling.

   He opened his mouth, first with a weak cough, and then, he handed the torch in his hand to the person who was supporting him.

  Uncle Ming handed over to Cheng Ling and said in a hoarse voice, "Is it the one who saved me and everyone by Lang Jun?"

   asked, and his tone became excited: "How did you do it? What about other...other people?"

   (end of this chapter)