Chapter 282 Blame the Blame or Chop Firewood?

Yamato County, Chunhui City.

This is a very prosperous city in the Qingfeng Empire. It is well-known in the empire, with a very developed economy and a large population. Although it is not as good as the three ancient cities, it is also a very iconic city in the Qingfeng Empire.

However, this prosperous and prosperous city on weekdays is now full of flames of war. There is an atmosphere of panic everywhere in the city. The people are all hiding in their houses in panic, shivering.

On the majestic city wall of Chunhui City, mottled traces have already been scattered all over the city wall. There are serious troops piled up on the city wall, and each of them is very tired.

Outside the big city, there are waving military flags all over the mountains and plains, and the shouts of tyrants, and densely packed army figures intertwine with each other.

Ji Chengyu was wearing armor, with a serious face, riding a war horse with one-horned scales, holding a long sword, and roaring.

Afterwards, the densely packed soldiers behind him rushed towards the mottled Chunhui City one after another, with arrogance, like a fierce tiger that wanted to tear everything apart. The Chunhui City seemed like a wounded prey, becoming the tiger's hunting ground. object.

The heavy gate of Chunhui City also creaked, and a large group of armored cavalry rushed out of the gate, tearing towards Ji Chengyu's army like sharp knives.

The two slammed into each other, densely packed arrows scattered down the city wall like a torrential rain, and then the sounds of weapons colliding, shouts, and fighting were all mixed together, blending with each other without distinguishing each other.

A ferocious murderous aura shot up into the sky, as if it wanted to disperse all the clouds in the sky.

Soldiers fell in a pool of blood, and red-eyed sergeants swung their blades vigorously.

This is war.

Above the sky, hundreds of meters high.

A figure wrapped in a black robe sat cross-legged, and the fierce wind brought blood and murderous intent from below, blowing the robe and making a rattling sound.

Venerable Shuramen opened his eyes slightly, his whole body was full of true energy, holding a round gray bead in his hand.

The bead exudes subtle fluctuations, and the light on it flickers, and the formation on the surface seems to have revived.

A suction force that is hard for ordinary people to feel but is real escaped from the bead, and continuously pulled out twisted and howling phantom souls from the battlefield of thousands of armies below,

Killing intent and resentment mixed together and were absorbed by this bead one after another.

The breath of the dead soul orb is constantly growing, becoming very terrifying.

The venerable's eyes were full of enthusiasm, looking at the ever-growing light of the dead soul pearl, he stretched out his lips and licked his dry lips.

...

In the end, Liu Tou'er helped Bu Fang to arrange to join the army, but unlike his sworn assurance, this army was not the elite troops of the Xixuan Army.

"Senior... this is the third army of the Xixuan Army, which I am in. You should also know... the elite of the Xixuan Army and ordinary people can't get in at all... How can a small person have the qualifications to let people enter the elite troops of the Xixuan Army? " Head Liu said to Bu Fang with a face full of fear.

He was really afraid, the little boy in front of him was a very powerful existence, and he still had lingering fears when he thought of that coercion.

"The third army of the Xixuan Army? Didn't you say that there is only one army in Xixuan City?" Bu Fang looked at Liu Tou'er suspiciously and said.

"There is only one Xixuan army, but the Xixuan army is also divided into three branches. The first army is the elite troops of the Xixuan army, and the second army is the main force... The third army is the army of the small ones. It's..." Liu Tou'er said with embarrassment on his face.

Bu Fang raised his eyebrows, and he knew in his heart that this third army was probably the worst unit among the three armies of the Xixuan Army.

But Bu Fang didn't have any regrets about it. His goal was just to enter the army, practice cooking, complete system tasks, and get rewards.

As for which army he is in, Bu Fang actually doesn't care.

"Senior, although the young one is a member of the Third Army of the Xixuan Army, but... after all, he is also a soldier of the Xixuan Army. If a strong man like you... wants to join the army, why do you have to go through the back door secretly? You go directly to us General...won't it be fine?" Looking at Bu Fang's slender figure, Liu Tou'er couldn't help asking the doubts in his heart.

With such a powerful existence, if you go directly to General Kong Xuan, you will definitely be able to get a better position arrangement, and the most important thing is... This bitch is actually appointed to join the Huotou Army. That is where the cook stays. What is the strong man doing there?

Bu Fang took the token from Head Liu, glanced at him lightly, and said, "Don't worry, I don't mean anything malicious, I'm just a chef who came to practice, in order to experience the feeling of a marching cook, if I It’s really just to join the army and serve the empire, so why don’t I go directly to the emperor?”

"I just don't want to say anything. I'll leave after I've finished my experience, experienced the experience of a marching cook, and honed my culinary skills. I won't do anything to harm the Xixuan army."

After Bu Fang finished speaking, he ignored the head Liu who was standing there in a daze, and walked directly to the distance, which was the Huotou army recruitment point of the third army where head Liu was.

Looking at Bu Fang's back, the muscles on Liu Tou'er's face couldn't help twitching. After hesitating for a while, he turned and walked towards the position of the general of the third army.

Although I don't know how strong Bu Fang's cultivation is, but this kind of strong person joins the army... still has to be reported, after all, he is still a soldier of the Xixuan Army.

However, to Liu Tou'er's surprise, the commander of the third army didn't pay much attention to this matter. Although Liu Tou'er had described Bu Fang as very powerful, the commander only showed regret.

"According to your description, the young man may be a fourth-rank war spirit. It is not easy for a fourth-rank war spirit to deal with you guys who don't train hard, but a fourth-rank war spirit went to the Huotou Army to be a cook It’s really a pity to go, Liu Boss, just send someone to keep an eye on him.”

"In a few days, our third army will follow General Kong to go out to conquer the city. Remember to ask your men to adjust their condition, and ask the cooks to prepare a delicious meal!"

Zhu Yue, the commander of the Third Army of the Xixuan Army, said this, and then drove Liu Touer away.

Liu Touer's face was filled with bewilderment, what kind of fourth-rank war spirit... the coercion of that little boy, that combat power...isn't a fourth-rank war spirit comparable to it?

Head Liu's face was blushing, he didn't expect his report to be ignored like this.

...

"You want to join the Fire Head Army of our Third Army?"

An old man took the token from Bu Fang, glanced at it, and then stared at Bu Fang suspiciously.

Even though the Huotou army is the cook of the army, but the degree of hardship is much more than that of ordinary soldiers. When marching, they basically carry a large iron pot on their hands, bring kitchen utensils, and escort the food and supplies. When the enemy army robs or burns grain and grass, it has to fight in person.

So very few people join the army to join the Huotou army.

What's more, it's still Bu Fang... a young guy with a white and tender appearance, he looks like the younger brother of a rich family.

But Bu Fang nodded seriously, the old man was helpless because the token was real, and although he said he was puzzled why Bu Fang wanted to join the Huotou Army, he did not reject it, after all... the number of Huotou Army has always been quite scarce , especially the Fire Head Army of the Third Army.

Bu Fang followed the old man to the barracks. This wasn't a very big camp. Compared with the other army camps we saw before, this camp was a bit dilapidated and small.

"Dang Dang Dang!!"

As soon as the old man entered the camp, he picked up a big iron pot, held a spoon and knocked on the iron pot.

Soon, a group of soldiers wearing linen military uniforms and aprons sprang out from the barracks. Some of these soldiers were very young, some were very old, but there were very few young and strong men.

Bu Fang roughly estimated that there might be hundreds of people in this fire-headed army, but it is normal, after all, it is necessary to maintain an army of thousands or even tens of thousands of people.

"Old Zhang, what are you knocking on? Why don't you just talk about it? Knocking on the pot every day will destroy your pot sooner or later!"

A loud voice sounded from the camp, and then several figures stepped out.

"Hey, captain, isn't there a newcomer here? We have to welcome it, don't we?" Lao Zhang stopped knocking on the pot and said with a dry smile.

The somewhat older middle-aged man squinted his eyes, and his eyes fell on Bu Fang behind Old Zhang, and he raised his eyebrows, feeling a little surprised in his heart.

"You are the newcomer to join our Huotou army? Then do you know the rules of our Huotou army?" The middle-aged man pouted and looked at Bu Fang up and down.

The people around immediately looked at Bu Fang with a relaxed smile.

Bu Fang looked at the middle-aged man indifferently and shook his head.

"The rule is to show us your skills first. If you pass the skill, then I will assign you an iron pot and let you be responsible for cooking. If you can't... tsk tsk, just obediently chop firewood for a few months!" The young man squinted his eyes, then stuck out his tongue and licked his mouth, and said. (To be continued.)