Book of Gods and Demons

　　　　 Time goes fast.

　　Medland Glory Calendar December 21st, 1379.

　　Golden sunlight, graciously spilled on the Lan Yin corridor.

　　 Outside a small city of less than 30,000 people, in a snowy wilderness, the **** Joe waved his arms and roared to the sky.

　　 The Fist of Titan wrapped his arm, reflecting a soft light in the golden sunlight. Joe's heavy punches blasted through the air again and again, constantly erupting with loud noises like heavy artillery.

　　 A Tier 6 warrior from the Wolf Temple, vomiting blood, collapsed under Joe's feet, unable to move.

　　 Gorkin smiled with joy, holding a set of extremely magnificent Gaul full body armor in his hands with a large number of gems, his fingers soft, as if touching the skin of a girl, gently stroking the exquisite rose pattern on the armor.

　　 A little half a mile away to the east, a nearly full brigade of Imperial Soldiers raised their weapons and let out loud cheers.

　　 Half a mile away to the west, nearly a thousand highland soldiers in ragged clothes and tired faces were crying in a low voice, dropped their weapons, and knelt on the ground weakly.

　　 The soldiers of the Imperial Army approached slowly, step by step towards these kneeling highlanders, confiscated their weapons, and tied them one after another with a special rope.

　　 Among the captured highlanders, there was a Tier VI fighter who could not afford to be seriously injured, and a young noble man with a tender face and a distinguished status. He was severely ill and had a fever because of the cold.

　　The soldiers of the Imperial Army quickly rescued the severely injured Tier VI fighter, and at the same time, they carefully deployed a team of elite fighters to **** the young nobleman to the rear front command.

　　 This is a fair duel.

　　 The army under the command of Joe and Gorkin chased and fought fiercely all the way, catching up with the fleeing highlander.

Because of the drag of the severely injured Tier VI fighters and the seriously ill young nobles, this group of highlanders did not escape into the deserted plateau areas on both sides of the north and south, but chose to flee all the way along the Lanyin Corridor, in small towns. Get supplies and medical treatment.

　　 They were finally in this small town, and they were overtaken by Joe and Golkin.

Qiao made a request for a fair duel to the Tier 6 fighter lying on the ground... He swears with the reputation of the Rittalist that if this Tier 6 can defeat him, then he and Gorkin will let them take people away. .

　　 The Highlander, who had run out of mountains and rivers, ran out of food, ran out of medicines, and was on the verge of collapse in physical strength and morale, agreed to Joe's duel.

　　 The Tier 6 fighters of the Wolf Temple promised that if Joe defeated him, they would lay down their weapons and surrender to the Imperial Army.

　　 Joe, Gorkin, and the military judge who accompanied the army all promised that if these highlanders surrender, not to mention the highlander fighters at the bottom, they will receive preferential treatment that matches their status.

　　 Because it is a fair duel, Joe has no armor.

　　 The Tier 6 fighter took off his armor.

　　 Joe wears the Fist of Titan, and fights with a Tier 6 soldier holding a snow-patterned iron scimitar.

　　 This is the result.

　　 Joe severely injured the Tier 6 fighter and captured him alive.

　　 Gore happily confiscated the whole body armor of this Tier 6 fighter. Such a gorgeous set of armor, and it was seized from a powerful Tier VI warrior of the Wolf Temple. This armor can become a very valuable collection among the Rittal family heirlooms.

　　 This highlander army, which was exhausted and completely deprived of all morale, collapsed completely and completely surrendered to the Imperial Army.

　　 A few intelligence officers who accompanied the army severely questioned the leaders of the highlanders on the spot.

　　 Suddenly, several intelligence officers and the Imperial Army officers and soldiers around them cheered at the same time!

　　 Two Tier 6 soldiers of the Wolf Temple were captured alive. The young nobleman who was sent to the front-line headquarters was outrageously the new chief of the ‘Howling Wind Tribe’, ranked seventh in terms of overall strength of the Highlanders, who took office for more than half a year!

　　 Gorkin with a smile on his face threw the gorgeous full-body armor to his adjutant, trot to Joe's side, and punched hard against the white flesh of Joe's upper body.

"Joe, you guy, you good luck guy...you killed three sixth ranks along the way, plus these two, a total of four...the fifth and fourth ranks you killed, the total number It's over thirty... asshole, you are really a lucky asshole... You still captured the new chief of the Xiaofeng tribe... Ha, no, I have to ask, your credit, your credit... this How should it be counted?"

"Hey, Gorkin!" Joe was about to call Gorkin, but Golkin couldn't wait, and jumped like a big macaque, rushing to count the number of prisoners and the prisoners not far away. Military judges with the highest level of combat power.

"Hey, hello, show me how much Qiao's military merits have accumulated? Is it enough to be promoted to major general? You must not fool me, is Joe enough to be promoted to major general?" Golkin grabbed a military officer. Colonel, leaned in front of him and slobbed loudly.

　　 The faces of several military judges are extremely... wonderful.

　　 Joe this freak.

　　 Outside Langyabao, he killed a Tier 6 transcendent in the wolf temple in public, and has already shocked countless people.

　　 But along the way, Joe killed three more Tier 6s and captured four alive. The fifth and fourth tiers he killed exceeded 30, and the fifth and fourth tiers captured by him totaled more than one hundred.

　　 It's good now, because of his duel, the Imperial Army also captured the new chief of the Howling Wind tribe!

　　The accumulation of such credits is almost enough to reach the edge of the Imperial Lieutenant General... But Joe, he has only been eighteen years old, a few months later, an eighteen-year-old major general of the Imperial Army? It's too sensational to spread it out.

　　 The military judges were sullen and refused to answer Golkin’s inquiry.

　　 This kind of troublesome matter, or leave it to the big guys above to discuss it... 18-year-old major general of the Imperial Army? The judges all felt a little broken. Especially the Colonel of the Military Law Division with the highest rank present, he was over forty years old, and he kept glancing at Joe who was standing in the distance, feeling extremely strange.

　　 More than two miles away, an energetic and high-spirited man-made division lined up a line of skirmishers and launched an attack on the small town of less than 30,000 people.

Dozens of old-fashioned bronze field guns roared, and the shells hit the low, less than ten-foot-high dirt wall of the small city, gnawing off a large piece of the dirt wall, exposing a group of less than a thousand people behind. Human, trembling all over, holding various swords, bows and crossbows, even a highlander with few old matchlocks.

　　 A full-staffed division of the Imperial Army, capable of fighting nearly 20,000 soldiers.

　　 And the small city in front of me, the entire city has fewer than 30,000 residents.

　　A few white flags came out from behind the city wall, and an old voice sounded feebly: "We, surrender, surrender... Honorable adults, in our city, we are all good people... We are all good people with a heart to the empire!"

　　 There was a sharp eagle cry from high in the sky.

　　 At an altitude of nearly 10,000 feet above the ground, more than a dozen high-altitude sheep eagles with wingspans of more than 20 feet and large, capable of hunting beasts spread their wings and hovered above the small city.

　　 Joe raised his head and squinted. He saw a few small, skinny highlanders sitting on the backs of a few big eagles.

　　 He can even see the unwilling resentment on the twisted faces of these highlanders.

　　 Lan Mujin came over and put a winter army coat on Joe. Joe's arms shook, and the Fist of Titan turned into two bracers, which were firmly attached to his wrists.

Wrapped in his coat tightly, Joe shouted at Gorkin, who was entangled with several military judges: "Gorkin, this is the last city in the plan? The army is going to spend the winter here and wait for spring. Then, continue to attack?"

　　 Gorkin mumbled a few words to the judges, turned around, and nodded vigorously at Joe.

"Yes, Red Cherry City, here, all the combat plans for this year will be completed...Further back, after the New Year celebration, the climate in the Lan Yin Corridor will become even worse, even if it is a giant beast on the ice field, It's hard to be active here."

　　 "Only when the spring begins, the snow melts, the land thaws, and the temperature rises, can we continue to attack westward."

　　 "However, it's almost there. When we arrive at Red Cherry City, most of the Lanyin Corridor is in the hands of the Imperial Army."

　　 Gorkin walked back to Joe, took out two crumpled cigarettes, and handed one to Joe. The two brothers were standing in the snowy field with cigarettes in their cigarettes and puffing out smoke, looking at the busy imperial army around them.

　　Golkin’s subordinates were busy counting the prisoners.

　　 The imperial army, which had just attacked the city, had entered Red Cherry City from four directions in units of companies.

　　 Outside the Red Cherry City, next to a frozen creek, a large number of logistic soldiers are nervously erecting barbed wire, constructing civil-wood fences, and building a field camp.

　　The imperial army will be stationed outside of Red Cherry City for at least three months~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to survive the next more cold weather, and wait until the spring flowers bloom in the coming year before they can continue to attack west and open up the entire Lanyin Corridor in one fell swoop.

　　 The winter here is difficult, and the field tents simply cannot allow the soldiers to survive the winter safely. In the next few days, the soldiers must cut enough logs and build a sufficient number of wooden barracks so that the soldiers can survive the terrible winter.

"This horrible weather...Gorkin!" Joe looked at the lean Golkin a little bit pitifully, and patted his belly hard: "You should have more meat, just like the white bear in the legendary northern ice field. ... Thick enough fur and fat will make you feel more comfortable in winter!"

　　 Gorkin rolled his eyes at Joe unceremoniously: "Stop talking nonsense, you should find a way to cut the fat on your body a little... Well, what are your plans next?"

　　 Joe blinked his eyes.

　　The next plan?

　　 What plans can he have?

　　 More than a dozen court knights rushed all the way on tall horses.

　　They circled the field for a while, and then went straight to Joe and Golkin.

　　 "His Royal Highness has an order, Gorkin Rong Witto, Joe Rong Witto, you follow us and report to the front-line command... Your Royal Highness, you will return to the imperial capital soon, follow your Highness and leave together!"

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