The bloody corpses of the Ghost Sword Sect members were thrown onto the cattle carts like dead pigs by the brothers from the White Tiger Hall who were cleaning up the battlefield.

After the city gate is opened, these corpses will be pulled down and dumped in mass graves outside the city, leaving them to be picked up by wolves and eaten by wild dogs...

Corpses, regardless of ordinary people or warriors.

After the mule identified all the corpses, he returned to Zhang Chu and bowed: "Master Chu, all the famous disciples of the Ghost Sword Sect are here!"

Zhang Chu frowned: "Don't the Ghost Sword Sect have two seventh-level ones? I killed one, but where is the other one?"

The mule said with a "hehe" smile: "The crossbow arrow penetrated the heart, and he died!"

"Ah!"

Zhang Chu smiled coldly, "Who is the next family?"

The mule looked at his face and said cautiously: "Qingxiamen!"

Zhang Chu glanced around and saw that the battlefield was almost cleaned, so he shouted: "Li Zheng!"

"Master Chu!"

Li Zheng, who was covered in blood, knocked out of the crowd with a knife on the door panel that was also bloody, "My subordinate is here!"

"Give your people to Da Xiong. You leave a team of people and take the Ghost Sword Sect's boss back to Zhang Mansion. I want to take a look at it tonight!"

Li Zheng threw the sword from the door panel and slammed it to the end: "Yes!"

Zhang Chu jumped onto the chariot with Jingyun in his hand and shouted: "Let's go!"

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Kill someone and see blood.

Those who were killed were all people in the world who had come and gone!

At this time, even the 3,000 newly built Xiang troops, which were not yet full, began to tremble, and their steps were very loud. They had an aura of "unity is strength".

Although their momentum is still as superficial as a balloon, it will burst as soon as it is poked.

But Zhang Chu is still happy to see the results.

A strong army is not built in a day.

It takes countless victories and countless failures to build a steel army that is not arrogant in victory, not discouraged in defeat, and is indomitable!

It's just right to use these unruly charlatans to lead the charge for these nine thousand troops!

The army marched to Nancheng.

The common people automatically stood on both sides of the road to give way to this large group of officers and soldiers.

No one complained about these nine thousand people occupying the main road and disturbing their normal life.

The clouds of war have not yet gone away, and they are more eager than ever to have a strong army of officers and soldiers in Jintian Mansion to protect their poor and happy days.

Only when you lose many things can you know how valuable they are...

Like...peace!

Zhang Chu stood on the chariot, his eyes passing over the ragged and disheveled people on both sides of the road, and his heart suddenly felt heavy.

He has no ambition.

It seems that other senior time travelers would have traveled through time in vain if they didn't rebel and grab a throne to sit on.

But after he traveled through time, he has always been working hard to live a life where he has no worries about food and clothing, and where his life, money, and dignity are guaranteed!

He killed many people.

But he actually doesn't like dead people at all.

He had to kill.

Because if he doesn’t kill others, he or the people around him will die!

There has never been any difficulty in choosing between a dead Taoist friend and a dead poor Taoist.

Therefore, he became more and more hard-hearted in killing people. Dozens, hundreds, or thousands of people died in front of him, and it was difficult to trigger his emotional fluctuations.

He may never again express the emotion of "human life is like a piece of grass" like he did that night when Zhao Changhui was ambushed.

He had never thought about being a protector for a group of strangers.

Just like when he first learned of the news of the Northern Barbarians entering the country, he had only been thinking about it for the Four Alliance Gang and never wanted to let the news out to save the lives of the people in the city.

But he never thought about abandoning those related to him and escaping alone.

Just like the previous Silian Gang's migration of more than 20,000 family members to the south, which cost money, effort and energy, he never thought of leaving them alone.

Not in his position, not in charge of his affairs,

In his position, he will seek his own government!

He never thought of becoming a county soldier.

But by some strange combination of circumstances, he took this position and became one of the patron saints of the people in this city.

Now that he has taken this position, he will do his best to fulfill his duties as a county soldier and protect the peace of the people in this city.

Even if Jintian Mansion cannot be defended in the end, as long as he does his best, he will have a clear conscience and will not be afraid that more than 100,000 people in the city will enter his dream at midnight and disturb his peace!

The chariot drove slowly through the long street.

Zhang Chu is looking at these common people.

These common people are also looking at him.

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly: "Master Zhang, are you still recruiting troops?"

The next second, the people on both sides of the long street started shouting loudly.

"Master Zhang, you are great, we all support you!"

"Master Zhang, when we need to go to the top of the city, please say hello. Even if I risk my life, I will definitely kill a few northern barbarians!"

"Master Zhang, we have already escaped all the way. We don't want to escape anymore. You must defend Jintian Mansion!"

Zhang Chu held his fists without saying a word and raised his hands in all directions.

The army moved forward amidst the shouts of the people, and finally stopped outside an inn.

Nearly a hundred Qingxia Sect disciples wearing sky-blue robes were already waiting neatly at the inn door.

Zhang Chu glanced at the Qingxia Sect disciples and found Shen Bai and Zhang Lingfeng among the crowd.

The clever Shen Bai even winked at him.

He didn't speak, but his sense of Qingxia Sect was already much better than that of Ghost Sword Sect.

It is also a medium-sized sect that has moved to Jintian Mansion.

On the Seven Grades.

The second seventh rank of Ghost Sword Sect.

There are three seventh grades of Qingxia Gate.

But the Ghost Sword Sect lived in a deep compound of a wealthy family.

But Qingxiamen's residence was just an inn.

It’s not that Qingxia Sect is poorer than Ghost Sword Sect.

But the Ghost Sword Sect is more ruthless than the Qingxia Sect.

Before the army could stop, a Chinese-haired old man standing at the front of nearly a hundred people in Qingxia Gate raised his hands from a distance and shouted: "Master Zhang is here, and the common people are not here to welcome you from afar. Please forgive me for my sins, Master Zhang!"

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Nearly a thousand Xuanwu Hall soldiers surrounded the chariot and slowly stepped forward.

Zhang Chu stood on the carriage, looking down at the white-haired old man, and asked rudely: "Are you the 'Wind Shadow Sword' Qing Wuyuan?"

The old man with white hair smiled and cupped his hands and said: "How dare you put your name in Master Zhang's mouth for such a shameless name!"

It's quite self-cultivated.

Zhang Chu raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes and asked lightly: "I told you before noon to go to the cattle and sheep market to report the grade, why didn't you come?"

Holding a big iron shield, the big bear stood on the side of the chariot. When he saw his elder brother narrowing his eyes, he waved his hand without thinking.

"Kengkengkengkeng..."

Amidst the heart-wrenching sound of gears turning, a strung crossbow turned around and aimed at the nearly one hundred Qingxia Sect members in front of the inn.

The archers with their strong bows also drew their arrows and aimed at the hundreds of Qingxia sect members.

The Xuanwutang soldiers who were in charge of the iron rope net also dragged the iron rope net silently behind the archers.
Chapter completed!