The fiefdom increases by one soldier every second, and millions of cavalry circle the Dragon City

A brutal battle is breaking out at the entrance of Black Wind Village!

The cyan figures were fighting with the gangsters from Black Wind Village!

It's just that the number of these cyan figures is too small, and they are being suppressed by the gangsters in Heifeng Village!

Seeing the battle situation in front of him, a proud smile emerged on He Zhiyi's face.

"It seems that this sixth prince is nothing more than that!"

"This few people really dare to come to our Black Wind Village!"

"Today, I will put a human head on your neck to pay homage to the many brothers who died in Black Wind Village!"

"Seize the Sixth Prince! No matter life or death, block the four masters of Fengzhai!"

He Zhiyi roared.

The mood of the Black Wind Village gangsters beside them was visibly rising.

In front of the naked temptations, they completely broke out!

The figures of the Qingjia Army seemed to disappear before their eyes!

In their eyes, only Qin Ming was left!

Catch Qin Ming, life or death!

Go!

Their charge was like ferocious wild wolves!

If Qin Ming hadn't seen too many fights, he would have seen such a scene again.

I was afraid that I would be frightened, and my legs would become weak.

But in this scene, Qin Ming didn't feel much emotion in his heart.

Because he knew that the bandits in front of him were about to die!

He is waiting for an opportunity!

Qin Ming has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

The next second, Qin Ming's expression finally changed!

Looking at the Black Wind Village in the distance, there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

He Zhiyi among the crowd had always focused on Qin Ming.

At this moment, Qin Ming smiled as if his plan had succeeded.

He subconsciously noticed something was wrong!

Look in the direction Qin Ming is looking.

He Zhiyi's eyes suddenly shrank.

What did he see? !

In the direction of their Black Wind Village, different kinds of smoke were floating in the sky!

It's a mailbox!

What they usually call the surrounding Black Wind Village members!

At this time, they saw the smoke from their own base camp in Heifeng Village!

He Zhiyi seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed drastically.

Could it be possible...? !

Not caring about anything else, he immediately kicked the Qingjia Army in front of him away and retreated!

He shouted even more urgently.

"Stop! Something happened to the copycat!"

The bandits nearby heard his words and looked back at the village, their expressions quickly becoming panicked.

However, more people were obsessed with fighting and did not hear his words.

He Zhiyi gritted his teeth, not caring about Qin Ming, and took the lead and hurried towards the village.

Looking at the back of He Zhiyi leaving in a hurry.

The corners of Qin Ming's mouth curled up slightly.

Are you aware of it now?

It's too late!

Does He Zhiyi really think that Qin Ming only has two or three thousand people?

Qin Ming had already divided the Qingjia army of ten thousand people at the beginning of the battle.

Three thousand followed him to attract He Zhiyi's attention!

The remaining seven thousand troops launched a fierce attack from the remaining three directions of Heifeng Village!

And this mailbox is the signal agreed by Qin Ming!

Once you capture a location, set off the mailbox!

In this case, the Qingjia troops in other directions will instantly evacuate, enter Black Wind Stronghold from other directions, and drive straight in!

What Qin Ming didn't expect was just that.

The green-armored troops under his command seemed surprisingly powerful!

Not just in one direction, letterboxes were lit from everywhere!

This also means that every part of Heifeng Stronghold has been captured by Qin Ming's Qingjia Army!

He Zhiyi hadn't noticed yet that his hometown was about to fall completely under Qin Ming's control!

He Zhiyi hurried back to Heifeng Village, but Qin Ming didn't pay attention.

Because the Black Wind Stronghold, if nothing unexpected happens, has already been captured by his Qingjia Army!

When He Zhiyi went back, he was just throwing himself into a trap!

When the time comes, the inside should be in harmony with the outside!

This Black Wind Village is already in Qin Ming's possession!

Looking at the Black Wind Village gangsters who were still fighting fiercely around them.

Qin Ming's eyes were somewhat pitiful.

These poor guys don't know what's about to happen.

I'm afraid they are still full of joy at this moment. They will be able to capture and kill him in a short while, and their status will become the fourth master of Black Wind Village, right?

The idea is quite good.

But everything is just a loss!

Their fate is already determined!

From the moment they decided to be hostile to Qin Ming, it was already doomed!

He Zhiyi hurried back to the village. Before he could return to the village, he saw some familiar cyan figures in the village from a distance.

It's the Qingjia Army!

He Zhiyi's expression turned frightened, and he felt even more unbelievable in his heart.

He seemed to have thought of a possibility, and his face turned pale.

"Is it possible that the three thousand people beside the Sixth Prince are not his full strength?!"

"The remaining people went to attack our Black Wind Stronghold?"

Seeing the fighting in Black Wind Stronghold, He Zhiyi's heart seemed to be bleeding.

The battle in Heifeng Stronghold was said to be a fight, but in fact, it was almost a massacre!

As the elite Qingjia Army, they faced the disorganized bandits of Heifeng Village.

The battle is almost one-sided!

The bandits in Heifeng Village were almost chopped down to the ground like melons and vegetables.

In just an instant, Black Wind Village was filled with corpses!

These warriors wearing cyan armor seem to be the gods of death!

Wherever you go, leave nothing behind!

What made He Zhiyi collapse even more.

The number of these Qingjia troops!

At first glance, I can’t even see the edge!

This number was greater than the team beside the Sixth Prince at the entrance of their Black Wind Village!

I'm afraid it's more than double!

He Zhiyi felt a little desperate in his heart.

He never expected that Qin Ming would have so many troops!

This adds up to over 10,000 yuan, right?

They are all heavily armored elites in uniform formation!

They are just bandits and bandits.

Although there will be some advantages when facing caravans and guards.

But in front of such real troops!

Their Black Wind Village is nothing!

If I had known, His Highness Qin Ming, the Sixth Prince, would have so many troops!

Give him ten courages, and he would never dare to go against the sixth prince Qin Ming!

At that time, why would he need to curry favor with Chu Zhongfeng in Yan'an City?

Wouldn't it be better to directly recruit people and follow His Highness the Sixth Prince who came to Lingnan for the first time?

After realizing the problem, He Zhiyi's intestines almost turned green with regret.

How could he have imagined that Chu Zhongfeng really killed him!

With such a powerful military force, do you think this is an exiled prince?

If he had known this, how could he dare to provoke the sixth prince?

It's just that the matter has come to this, there is no regret medicine in the world.

No matter how regretful or fearful He Zhiyi felt, he could only go on bravely.

After seeing how terrifying Qin Ming's troops were.

He Zhiyi had no fighting spirit.

Such a pervert is not something he can deal with!

This is a full 10,000 elite soldiers!

Although there are tens of thousands of brothers in Heifeng Village, the gap between ordinary bandits and elite soldiers is huge!

If it's a head-to-head confrontation, there's no doubt about it!

Their Black Wind Village is bound to die!

He Zhiyi could only think of another way!