"stop!"

Before the person arrived, the sound came first, and the roar of thunder roars surged like a tide, showing this person's strong fighting spirit cultivation.

Previously, these soldiers wearing golden fish scale armor only opened the way to stand in front, but now they encountered obstacles and even started to move their hands. The commander behind naturally couldn't sit still.

"Hey, this person..." Tang En narrowed his eyes and looked at the bearded man who was galloping towards him.

Joshia turned around in surprise: "Dang, what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing, I met an acquaintance." Tang En touched his nose a little embarrassedly.

This bearded man was the guard of the convoy he encountered when he returned to the station a few days ago with the sick little Carol back. At that time, he said that he would return the horses to meet again in the future. But after he came back that time, the horse was led by David and the others to the logistics department and chopped it up, and finally made it into horse meat hotpot...

The bearded man shouted a little late. After he came, the team of soldiers had already laid down in a sarcasm.

Although there were no casualties, the soldiers in this place were still ashamed enough.

The man looked at Frey with a gloomy face: "What do you mean? Why do you attack my soldiers for no reason?"

When he noticed that the soldiers had already been lying down, so his eyes were sweeping over the gray-clothed soldiers next to him. When he saw Joshia behind him, he looked stunned. As for the ordinary-looking Tang En beside him, he was naturally ignored.

"Ha, I deserve to be the Royal Guard. I am so skillful in this charge." Frey curled his lips and said sarcastically.

The man frowned and looked at Frey seriously: "The Royal Guards have been the title for more than ten years, and now they are the Royal Guards. Who are you?"

"Oh, have you changed your name?" Frey raised his eyebrows in surprise, then shook his head and sighed, "It doesn't matter who I am. To be honest, seeing you royals... well, I feel very bad when I see you guards."

Back then, when the brainless nobleman who caused most of the members of the Thunder Armored Team to be gilded, the arrogant royal guards were followed by these arrogant royal guards.

After sighing, Frey continued, "Forget it, I won't say nonsense. Because you are not punctual, the negotiation time is postponed until 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. Well, a friendly reminder, if you can't arrive tomorrow, you may need to collect the bodies of those noble young men."

"What?" The man was stunned when he heard this, and then he returned to his face. "We are sorry for this matter. Well, can you explain it to your leader in person?"

Frey spread his hands: "That's what we received, so, no!"

The man's face was a little darker, he stared at Frey and asked again: "I don't know you are..."

"I? I'm just a goalkeeper."

"Since you are a gatekeeper, then you can just report it directly. I will naturally explain it to your leader in detail. What are you talking about here? "The man's patience has been exhausted. I believe that if Frey hadn't seen it was a bit difficult, he would have swung his sword to get the place for the soldiers.

Frey smacked his lips and did not respond to the big man's words. With a wave of his hand, the soldiers at the gate of the garrison picked up their weapons.

"This is the Grey Army's garrison. Please leave quickly, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."

"Haha!" The big man laughed furiously: "Okay, okay. I can't even get into the Bran Imperial City. I can't get you a little goalkeeper? I'll get back the previous justice first!"

After the words came, the man stepped forward and slashed his sword.

Although the attack was sudden, how could Frey, who had been through many battles, get this move. The spear trembles and instantly draw out a huge gun flower.

Ding, Ding, Ding...

Under the shadow of a series of guns, the great man's great sword swung was hit several times in the air, leaving the original attack route.

The offensive and defensive situation changed instantly, and Frey stepped forward step by step, his spear was as agile as a snake, and he remained close to the opponent's vital points.

"Roar!" The big man was angry. He really didn't take Frey seriously at first. Although he defeated some soldiers, who was he? He was a high-level warrior, and it was not something that this little goalkeeper could compete with.

Sigh, the blue light covered the sword, and the serious man released his fighting spirit as soon as possible.

At this moment, a blue light suddenly flashed in front of him, and then dense layers of green spear shadows roared towards him.

This... Dou Qi? The man opened his mouth wide and was completely shocked.

Of course, fighting spirit is not a rare thing, but when did he, a soldier in the gatekeeper, also fighting spirit? Is the strength of the gray-clothed army so strong?

Bang, bang, bang...

After several times of fighting spirits, the man finally confirmed Frey's strength. Intermediate warriors, well, to be precise, should be at the peak of intermediate warriors.

Fortunately, fortunately... the big man's nerves are already numb, as long as he doesn't surpass the advanced warrior.

Sneer, a blue half-moon sword light slashed out against the ground...

"Tang, is this man a high-level warrior?" Joshia immediately said nervously when she saw the sword light emitted, "Go and help Brother Frey."

The gap between high-level warriors and intermediate warriors is huge, even if the intermediate warriors are already at the peak. The specific situation can be seen from the battle between Zuofan and Yemo and others two days ago that although Zuofan only stepped into the empty-level realm with one foot, he still beat the three earth-level warriors to the peak without any temper.

"Don't worry!" Tang En stared at the scene with a eased look. "Although the big man is a first-level warrior, his combat experience is obviously not as good as that of the old Taoist Frey. There is still something to fight in this battle."

Tang En, who has experienced many life-and-death battles, naturally had no problems with his eyesight, and the situation on the field is indeed the case.

Although the great man's fighting spirit is superior, the offense and defense of the two are basically in balance. The main reason lies in the great man. His fighting spirit is fine and his martial arts are fine, but his grasp of critical moments is a bit poor. To put it bluntly, that is, he lacks ruthlessness!

On the other hand, although Frey is embarrassed to avoid sword lights, he seems quite easy at other times, and even attacks are higher. The reason for this is indeed because Frey's practical and efficient combat skills; on the other hand, Frey doesn't care about some attacks that may stab him in irrelevant places, or just exchanges injuries for injuries!

Of course, this does not mean that one does not cherish one's own life. It is just a unique fighting feeling after a long battle. In short, it is to exchange the other party's life at the lowest cost.

The big man was obviously not adapted to such an attack rhythm. Some opportunities that could seriously injure Frey were constantly lost in hesitation.

It’s not that you don’t have that strength, but that you don’t have the courage!

The Royal Guards know its responsibilities by listening to the names. Logically speaking, the soldiers here should be carefully selected, one to ten. In fact, when the soldiers selected from various legions first joined, it was indeed the case. But the imperial capital was prosperous and the beauties were mellow, and their muscles were relaxed and their combat awareness was weak.

Just like this big man with a bearded face, he had a high-end fighting spirit, but the sword light he had split into fireworks.

The battle situation has always increased and decreased. The Han Dynasty has many concerns and cannot exert its strength. Naturally, the more it fights, the smoother it is, and the confidence is getting more and more. A long spear enters the clouds like a dragon, and it goes around like a ghost. The big man who is fighting can only fight back and does not have the power to fight back.

"break!"

With a clear shout, the blue-light sword was lifted several feet away, and then the big man fell backwards in a arch-shaped shrimp. Bang! He rolled on the ground, and before he could get up, a green-light spear stopped steadily at the center of his forehead.

The sharp edge is sharp and the bone-cold!

...

The soldiers who had been taught a lesson in the field had also climbed up. They looked at the scene in front of them and their minds were a little confused for a moment...

Defeated? The captain of the Royal Guards was defeated! And he was defeated by a goalkeeper! God, this world is so crazy that he can't stand it!

"Go to the morning, so I can leave without sending you!" Leaving this sentence, Freyelli put his gun on his back and walked back.

The big man kept staring at the big sword stuck on the ground not far away, as if he had not yet come back to his senses from the blow.

"Wow..." "The captain is mighty and domineering!"

...

The young soldiers surrounded him and flattered Frey. The middle-aged soldiers behind him looked as usual. After many years, as long as the captain went on a battle, they would never win!

Tang En behind him couldn't help but clapped his palms and praised him sincerely: "Frey is amazing!"

No matter what the reason is, it is an incredible thing for an intermediate warrior to defeat a high-level warrior. If Frey stabs this man to death with one shot on the battlefield, it would be a great military merit.

At this moment, tick...

A sound of horse hooves rolled over, and the burly Barlow rushed over with the guard camp.

Dismounted, and didn't even look at the soldiers of the Royal Guards, walked straight to Frey, with an excited look.

"Captain, I finally saw your shooting skills on the battlefield again!"

Frey waved his hand and made the suspicious soldier retreat, and chuckled: "Madman, stop calling the captain. You and I are already enemies now, and maybe one day we will meet each other on the battlefield!"

"If there was such a day, I wouldn't hold back!" After leaving this sentence, Barlow said sincerely: "But you will always be my captain!"

"Ha..." Frey laughed, stepped forward and hugged Barlow, patted each other on the back.

My comrades in the army for many years are now one of the generals of the army and the other is a goalkeeper. They have different positions, and it is true that they will determine life and death on the battlefield. But equally, the friendship between the two is also true. This is the cruel temperament of the battlefield man and the charm of the battlefield man.

"Captain, thank you. I've been unhappy with the Royal Guards who wish to hang their eyes beads into the sky!"

Frey was stunned, then laughed and hammered Barlow's shoulder armor.

The convoy was not far away. Barlow had obviously seen the situation here for a long time, but he had not appeared until now, and he undoubtedly had the intention of Yin Ren.

Barlow looked at Frey's simple wooden armor and said with a smile: "Captain, this gray-clothed army looks down on people too much, and actually lets you keep a watch. How about it? Let's just follow your brother. I've thought about it. It's okay to get you a fake identity and be a division commander."

"Bah!" A middle-aged veteran with a thin body but an iron bone came up from behind. "I just called the captain, but I gave it to a division commander, so you have the nerve to say it."

"Skinny monkey, don't be wronged by good people. If you go further, you will find out the three generations of the family!" Barlow said helplessly.

"Tsk tsk, after all, he is a general. A madman hasn't seen him for many years and has a wide range of knowledge." Another sarcasm came, and a veteran with a body as big as a bear came.

"Big Bear, okay, okay, I was wrong with me!" Barlow spread his hands and smiled bitterly.

After greeting him, Barlow took the time to ask Frey, "How about the captain?"

Even if it is a teacher, it is not easy to become a master. But if this seems to be a joke, can anyone say it is not true?

"Haha, madman, just be your general honestly, don't make such jokes..." After a pause, Frey pointed to the wooden armor on his body, "You know my personality too."

"I knew it would be like this." Barlow nodded, his face darkened a little, and he quickly breathed a sigh of relief, "Since that's the case, I'll give the captain a gift."

After saying that, he turned around and untied a long cloth bag from the horse's back and threw it over.

Frey caught it, his expression was stunned immediately, he stroked it for a few seconds, and said with a complicated expression: "Crazy, thank you!"

"What are you thanks, this is yours!" Barlow turned over and saluted simply, "The captain, and brothers, I will say goodbye first!"

"Haha, get out of here!"

"Next time I run into your tent and pinch your eggs off, haha!"
To be continued...