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Chapter 334: Li Guanyi, the son of the Duke of Taiping (asking for monthly tickets)

Even Xue Daoyong, a hero who had experienced turbulent times and swept through the Western Regions alone, felt his head buzzing when he saw this line of words.

It was like when I was young and my martial arts skills were not good enough, so I went to the Dangxiang Kingdom in the desert. I couldn't breathe and felt like I was lying on a donkey. It took me a long time to slowly come back to my senses.

Xue Daoyong blinked and stared at the letter.

Then he rubbed his eyes and looked at the line of words carefully.

Turn it over and look at it from the side.

I just feel that this short line of words is actually very long.

The more he looked at it, the more interesting it became. The more he looked at it, the more mysterious it became. The old man grinned, his mouth almost reaching his ears, and murmured, "Grandmaster, how old are you today?"

Xue Shuangtao said: "He is seventeen years old."

Grandpa Xue glanced at his granddaughter and said, "Seventeen years old, Grandmaster level."

"That is, he must be at least at the seventh level. At the age of seventeen, he is ranked among the forty-seventh famous generals in the world. He must have the ability to command at least tens of thousands of people. The young are truly to be feared, the young are truly to be feared..."

Mr. Xue's face showed a trace of complexity, and he sighed:
"It's really a unicorn in troubled times."

"After a while, when he has completely mastered the power of the Grandmaster Realm, I am afraid I will not be his opponent. No, even if he leads his army to fight right now, I will definitely not be able to fight him."

Xue Daoyong said:

"Shuang Tao, if he bullies you someday, grandpa won't be able to help him."

Xue Shuangtao was embarrassed and asked, "Grandpa, what did you say?!"

The girl finally regained her childhood personality and gently kicked Xue Daoyong on the calf to express her dissatisfaction. Xue Daoyong just laughed out loud: "It's rare to read a letter today, so just go and have some rest."

Xue Daoyong stood up and walked out calmly, put the letter into his sleeve, and was very quiet. It was rare for him to come back, and now in the court, there were always people asking him about Li Guanyi, and some even suggested that they could join forces with Li Guanyi to deal with the country.

Xue Daoyong often diverted things or deliberately said that Li Guanyi was incompetent, a boy who just had good luck, and that your sons could also achieve such great achievements.

Then I would talk about those good-for-nothings in your family in my heart.

When it comes to spending money like water, he far surpasses my son Qilin.

Other directions?

Ah--

Today, Xue Daoyong walked calmly through the Xue family's house, wearing ordinary clothes, and went to Guanyi City to find the old doctor of Huichun Hall to drink a sip of wine. When he returned to the Xue family's house, he told the coachman Zhao Dabing, the manager of the clothing workshop Qu and others.

Today, I will give everyone in the Xue family a one-month salary increase.

Zhao Da Bing was overjoyed and asked, "Ah? Master, is there any happy event today?"

Xue Daoyong smiled and said calmly: "It's nothing, I just saw that you are working hard, so I wanted to give you some salary." Then, he walked calmly through the corridor in a wide robe with wide sleeves, and returned to his residence under the amazed and respectful gazes of everyone.

Close the door.

Xue Daoyong suddenly clenched his fists, ran wildly, raised his head and laughed silently, and his shoes flew off.

There are many emotions in the heart, there is the joy of an elder to see the growth of the younger, the pleasure of a warrior to see the younger one catching up with him, and even more the joy of proving his keen eyesight as one of the heroes of the world. After placing all the bets and making a big bet and winning, the gambler feels so satisfied!
All heroes in the world have a gambling nature!
Previously, Li Guanyi had a shortcoming that his martial arts skills were not considered top-notch in the world.

Now this shortcoming has been made up.

what!
The momentum is there!

………………

The desert in the western region is vast and boundless.

The flags were flying and the wind was blowing across the earth, bringing with it a sense of solemnity and sharpness.

The murderous intent becomes more serious.

Five thousand Qiexue troops surrounded the Big Flag Camp. They were all elite troops from the Western Regions. Their eyes were stern and murderous. Every thousand of them had a deputy general who was at the third level of the heaven realm.

The leader is at the sixth level of heaven——

This is the level that can be said to be able to stand on its own among the various forces. At the sixth level, a warrior with qualifications that are one in a million, extremely brave, obtains resources, practices step by step, and masters the art of war. He reaches this realm when he is about forty years old.

He is as good as the top masters in the world when fighting alone.

When commanding troops, the evil spirits flow and change, and even the so-called master has to avoid the edge. Now he came here to attack the same person. The commander Cheliji drank a sip of water and looked at the sect with a calm look.

Cheliji is one of the three famous generals of the Qiang nationality.

In the list of famous generals in the world, he can be ranked over 80th.

This is a ranking of all capable and warlike warriors in the vast areas of the Western Regions, Chen State in the Central Plains, Ying State, Jiangnan, grasslands, and the northern frontier. Those who can make the list are all brave generals. If these hundred people are dispersed, perhaps the vast land of the Western Regions will be divided into only a few, just like the thirty-six tribes.

An ordinary clan may not necessarily have a famous general.

The Daqizhai was only a secluded sect of a hundred people. Together with the servants who had little martial arts skills and ordinary people hired to handle miscellaneous matters, there were no more than two hundred people. Many of them were only at the second level, and there were very few at the third level.

The leader of Daqi Village is only an old man at the fifth level of the heaven realm.

Holding a long spear, it is okay to fight in the rivers and lakes, but if you encounter this army formation, it is basically a matter of charging.

The Daqizhai can be considered an old sect in the martial arts world. It existed five hundred years ago when General Xue conquered the Western Buddhist Kingdom. However, it was in the northern border at that time. The leader of the Daqizhai with a long spear fought against General Xue and was defeated in the end.

This great sect also suffered the end of its inheritance being cut off and the sect being dispersed, with disciples scattered everywhere. Later, one branch drifted to the Western Regions and gradually lost the mighty power it had during the time of its ancestors. In the final analysis, it is now just a second-rate force in the martial arts world.

As the Left General of the Qiang King, Cheliji led 5,000 elite Qiexue troops and personally formed a battle array to attack a small clan with only a hundred people. There was only one reason for this -

"General Sharpshooter..."

Once ranked 27th on the list of divine generals.

It is enough for one person to hold back a vanguard army alone.

Possesses the ability to command over 30,000 troops.

Sharpshooter General Wang Shunchen.

Cheliji still remembered the past when he was only a deputy general. The Qiang people rebelled against the State of Chen several times. That time, while the main force of Duke Taiping was away, they planned to continue "raiding the valley" and went south to plunder.

However, the Taiping Army's chief strategist, Tan Tai Xianming, saw through their tactics and deliberately left one person behind, who was Wang Shunchen.

One person shoots three thousand arrows a day.

Killed 2,997 people.

The remaining three arrows are his habit, which are called life and death in three lives.

Three arrows have fallen to the ground. If he still refuses to repent, he will continue to chase.

Then don't blame him for being ruthless.

He was moving at an extremely fast speed, holding a longbow that was made entirely of dark gold and seemed to have faint blood stains. Every time he shot an arrow, the bowstring made a humming sound like a long wind, and those who were hit by the arrow died with blood spurting from their mouths. He alone held off the charge of an entire vanguard army.

They had no choice but to avoid this terrifying edge and take a detour to the back of the mountain to rest.

While looking at the sky and chatting about things in my hometown, I heard a shrill sound and the head of the friend I was chatting with next to me exploded. Turning around, I saw a straight hole on the blood-stained rock.

The arrow pierced through the thick rocks and accurately exploded the Qiang warrior's head.

The wind blew through the hollow rocks, just like the sound of a flute, but for some reason, it seemed to carry a faint ghostly voice. This flute-like sound echoed in his life like a nightmare from beginning to end.

The world was in chaos, and kings from the Western Regions rose up. The Qiang people also had the bearing of a king.

But they decided to eliminate the shame of the Qiang people, so they fought this war.

Cheliji drank the water and saw that the big flag stronghold was blocking the front with devices such as chevaux de frise and tightly shutting the gate of the stronghold. There was a high earthen wall on the stronghold, on which warriors holding spears were looking outside with tense expressions.

Cheliji said loudly: "General Shenshe, we have been indebted to you for a long time. We hope to meet you again today and reminisce about our old friendship. Please do not reject our kindness."

"We also hope that you can serve under our king and become a general."

Loud voice.

But the five thousand Qiexue troops always remained outside the shooting range of a famous general of the sixth layer of the sky who had no soldiers and horses, and were specially equipped with shields. Even when facing a small Jianghu sect, Cheliji did not choose to directly charge at it.

Instead, they chose a safe siege, cutting off the food and fodder in the entire village and making the people lose their morale.

The remaining power of the Archer General is too great.

Cherriji did not dare to lead his troops into his attack range.

Cheriji's shouting voice received no answer.

However, with his skills and perception, he could hear the continuous quarrels in the village, and a smile of success appeared on Cheliji's bronze face.

Several days passed. This small and poor village, which only made money by acting as guards on the trade routes, would not have as much food and grass reserves as the noble families. This time was enough for them to use up all the food and grass.

"Ha, my plan is going to succeed!"

"It's just a small village, and there are no reinforcements..."

Cheliji paused, then frowned, feeling that such words were unlucky, and then relaxed his brows: "A general who has been abandoned, a master who has lost his mind and fallen into despair, only the Lord Taiping can wake him up."

"But the Taiping Army is long gone."

"It has been more than ten years since Duke Taiping died."

"How is that possible?"

"How could a dead person be resurrected in this world? And I just happened to encounter it!"

………………

"How to do!"

"No, this group of people are keeping a close eye on us. If we go out, we will be easily shot by the rangers. However, there is not enough food and water in this village. We can't survive for a few more days."

"Right now, we are all a little hungry. In a few days, we won't have enough strength to hold the gun."

"You still want to hold a gun? There's the top army in the Western Region outside."

"There are about a hundred of us. You are the second level, and the five thousand captains of the Qiexue Army outside are all the second level, wearing armor and holding bows. We are the second level, and three or five wild men may not be able to defeat a captain in a large formation."

"What should we do!"

"Just sit there and wait to die!"

There was some noise in the entire Daqi Village, and everyone had mixed emotions. They knew the cause of the disaster outside. It was because of that guest official who had the highest martial arts skills in the entire Daqi Village but spent his days drinking.

When people talk about the Sharpshooter General, no one reacted for a moment. Time is the most ruthless. Twenty years have passed since the Sharpshooter General was at his peak. In these twenty years, many newcomers have replaced the old ones, and one famous general after another has stepped on the bones of their predecessors to ascend to the world.

Apart from generals like Duke Taiping who are destined to go down in history, the names of the rest will gradually fade away.

Everyone discussed whether to send the guest official away.

When they asked him what he was doing, some smart kids took a look and saw that he was still drinking, so they told him what he was doing. Someone said, "We can't be buried with him..."

"Why not put drugs in his wine to knock him out and send him out?!"

The old village chief was furious: "Who said that!!!"

Everyone was silent.

The old village chief was furious. He went in and grabbed a man. He slapped him hard on the face and said, "You're still a gangster if you betray your own people? You don't even have the word righteousness?!"

Then he pointed at them and said, "Each of you has committed a great crime in your hometown. You have gone through untold hardships to escape from there. Outside is a foreign race from the Western Regions. You cannot stay in your hometown, so you have banded together."

"When you came in, you said you only wanted a place to stay and that you would not pursue your past. How come, when you guys got into trouble, Ke Qing helped you deal with it with a bow, but now that he's in danger, you want to push him out and save your own life?!"

"That doesn't make sense!" Someone said unconvincedly, "Our troubles won't be so great that a famous general from the sixth heaven will come with 5,000 cavalrymen..."

The old village chief said angrily, "But your troubles can easily cost you your life!"

"To be trampled to death by a host of hostile forces, to be pierced through the heart by a sword, is the same death."

"What's the difference!"

"As children of the underworld, we only repay death with death and retaliation with revenge!"

Everyone gradually stopped talking, but one could sense that some were still unwilling to accept the result.

The old village chief is a little tired. The world of martial arts today is different from what it was in his day, which makes him a little depressed.

Wang Shunchen could hear the conversation outside, but he didn't care.

I just looked at the desert scenery outside from the high place of the village, and looked at the thousands of cavalrymen who still did not attack the village that day. Unknowingly, another day passed and the bright moon rose into the sky.

Wang Shunchen had been drinking. He drank the last drop of wine in a daze. He threw down the jug, turned around and staggered to the bed. His legs and feet went limp and he sat on the ground.

The room was dark.

Seemingly a little dazed from drinking, he sat there in a daze for a long time, then he bent down and saw a box. He reached out his hand, bent his fingers and grasped it, and took out the gray box.

Wang Shunchen exhaled, blew away the dust, patted it, then raised his left hand and placed it on the table, rubbed it left and right, grabbed the lamp, and struck it several times with the flint before he could barely light the oil lamp.

He was in the desert night.

He opened the box in silence, revealing a set of disassembled armor. When he left, he threw down the armor bestowed by the emperor, but still took away his armor when he was in the Taiping Army.

He reached out his hand and touched the armor, looking at it under the lamp while drunk. The armor was simple, not as mysterious and majestic as the armor bestowed by the emperor. Wang Shunchen closed his eyes, but he didn't know whether he was drunk or sober. It seemed that he could still see the Taiping Army camp and hear familiar voices.

The sound of armor rubbing against each other and swords being unsheathed.

boom! ! !
Wang Shunchen's heart was beating vigorously. He took off his martial arts robes and put on the familiar yet unfamiliar armor again. Finally, he stood here like a familiar general.

He tied up his messy hair with a headband and said calmly:

"General, I am going back to serve you. In this battle, I will not disgrace the name of my Taiping Army. These five thousand people want my life, so I will tell them!"

He stretched out his hand and grasped the bow, and the bowstring whistled violently.

The man who had been in ruins for more than ten years and whose heart had been dead for more than ten years had a blazing fire burning in his eyes again. The bow whistled violently and a huge flying eagle appeared behind him. The void around him twisted and distorted. The man was as determined as iron until his death.

The Archer General never returned to his master's rank, and the Duke of Taiping had already died.

He also had his way of dying.

At dawn the next day, Cheliji planned to take advantage of this opportunity to charge into the battle, but the gate of the village was unexpectedly opened. Cheliji frowned slightly and saw only one man walking out of the gate.

Wearing shining silver armor, a Kirin-colored battle robe, a belt shaped like a beast's mouth swallowing rhinoceros horn around his waist, holding a moon-gazing bow for shooting mountains and killing tigers, and a steel spear as thick as his wrist with a sharp blade, that man walked out, his eyes falling calmly.

Cheriji actually took the initiative to tighten the reins.

Looking at this familiar nightmare, I saw that this person already had white hair on his temples.

"Wang Shunchen..."

"I'm old."

There were sounds of shouting and cursing from the village, but Wang Shunchen had already moved his wrist and poked the gun backwards, blocking the door of the village. He also knocked down the mechanisms on both sides and locked the door. He took out his bow, condensed his energy into a weapon, and shot with just one shot, killing a traitor who had secretly run out and was about to open the door to lead the cavalry in.

The smell of blood emanated, Wang Shunchen looked ahead and said:

"Five thousand Qiexue troops, very good, very good."

"It's the way I, Wang Shunchen, should die!"

Cherriji shouted without hesitation: "Charge!!!"

The formation was formed in an instant, but at the moment when the aura was connected, three arrows flew out. In just an instant, they actually shot into the gaps in the formation where the aura flowed.

Three arrows pierced the only weak point and shot into the brains of these Qiexue soldiers through the eye masks on their visors. With just a muffled groan, three Qiexue soldiers fell directly in the army formation. It was extremely clever and disrupted the charge.

Wang Shunchen had already leaped into the air, and the aura of the sixth level realm penetrated into the battle formation from one side. He pressed his knee against the shield raised by the Qiexue army, his brows were like an eagle, and with the sound of bowstrings whistling, three more armored cavalrymen fell down.

He was just a gray-haired, not-so-young general, wearing a battle robe and armor that had long been abandoned by the times, laughing as he launched a desperate charge against the five thousand cavalrymen. He looked unusually tragic and murderous.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Under the command of Li Wanli, the Duke of Taiping, the Xianzhen Baibao Camp, Wang Shunchen!"

He was alone.

There is not even a mount.

"Come and fight!"

The old village chief wanted to rush out to help, but the mechanism was locked. He jumped down, but his weapon was shot off by an arrow. The old village chief saw that Wang Shunchen, who had been addicted to drunkenness for so many years, still showed terrifying abilities.

Facing a large army in battle formation and a famous general, he still took the initiative to attack.

Avoid the strong and attack the weak.

The old village chief stared blankly at the brutal charge. Wang Shunchen killed a dozen cavalrymen at the beginning, and then was surrounded by the army. He had injuries on his body, but he felt even more happy. He was an invincible archer with a bow in his hand. Who could get close to him?
One person, fighting on foot.

Confronted by five thousand Qiexue cavalry led by a famous general of the Sixth Heaven.

It actually achieved the result of killing and injuring hundreds of people.

Cheliji had a complicated expression, opened the battle formation, and said, "Shoot!"

All the Qiexue cavalry surrounded Wang Shunchen in a formation like spreading petals, then picked up the fine steel spears they carried in unison, raised them together, and pointed them coldly at Wang Shunchen.

The murderous spirit at that moment was so strong that it made people despair. Cheliji looked at this nightmare that had lasted for decades, this legend in the world, and thought to himself, today is the end of you, General Sharpshooter.

go!

Cheliji slashed down with his sword: "The Taiping Army is dead!!!"

"put!!!"

More than four thousand short spears directly covered Wang Shunchen's position.

They are all filled with internal energy.

Full coverage killing, in the void, the evil spirits are connected to each other.

Wang Shunchen suddenly pulled the bow, and in an instant he fired wildly while using his body skills. His arrows flew out, spun, and touched some of the short spears, guiding their direction and causing them to collide with each other in the air.

The Qiang battle formation was broken!

Wang Shunchen's eyes were wide open with bloodshot.

It only takes a moment to see the problem, even if there is only one person left in this body, even if there is only one person left.

Then he will be the last general and the last soldier of the Taiping Army.

Wherever he stood, the Taiping Army remained invincible.

Cheliji's pupils contracted as he saw the man leap out from the battle formation, his huge eagle-like form flapping its wings and his eyes as bright as flames. Just like back then, Wang Shunchen had wounds torn by the battle formation on his body, but his eyes were fixed on Cheliji.

While breaking through the battle formation, he closed the distance and suddenly let go of his hand.

Arrows shot out!

Cheliji roared angrily, and the evil spirit blessed his body, gathering the evil spirit of more than four thousand iron cavalrymen. He slashed with a knife, breaking Wang Shunchen's arrows, and then chopped down fiercely. At this moment, Wang Shunchen fell back into the world again.

He was left alone. Without his iron army and the protection of the city, it was impossible for him to defeat the Qiang army. However, the village could not stop them. As a general, he should die on the battlefield and not drag others down.

The sword chopped on the bow.

This treasure-level war bow was broken.

One man killed nearly two hundred cavalrymen and broke the battle formation, but his weapon was destroyed by a single sword strike by a general of the same level. This was a horrific record on the battlefield.

Wang Shunchen could only release the force, tumbled to the ground, and gasped for breath. His bow was broken and his energy was damaged. He thought that today was the day he would die. He lowered his eyes calmly and thought of the general who had galloped on the battlefield in the past with a dark golden mask.

He threw away his bow and arrow and drew the sword from his waist.

"General, I will serve you today."

"Return to your command..."

Just at this moment, there seemed to be the sound of galloping horses, like thunder.

Cheriji chopped down with his sword.

But a stream of light burst out, and Cheliji's knife was lifted up.

An ink-black spear fell in front of Wang Shunchen. Wang Shunchen was slightly stunned, his eyes widened. He turned his head suddenly and saw the Qiang cavalry rushing in like waves, with the sounds of swords, roars, and horse hooves.

Amid the sound of a halberd suddenly breaking through the air, several Qiexue cavalrymen were hit by the handle of the halberd, lifted up, and fell to the ground. A general rushed in with an even graceful demeanor, holding a sword in one hand and a halberd in the other, his battle robe fluttering.

He looked up.

Wang Shunchen's eyes widened instantly, and his heart was hit instantly.

The man wore a dark golden mask on his face.

It rushed towards him violently from his dreams and from the remaining courage he had from fighting all over the world. Wang Shunchen almost froze for some reason, just staring blankly at the warhorse rushing towards him, then suddenly turned around and blocked in front of Wang Shunchen.

The figure was tall, with the halberd in his hand against the ground, and blood on his dark gold visor.

Ripples appeared in the void and the image of Qilin appeared.

Wang Shunchen was in a daze, as if someone patted his shoulder. The sharpshooter general turned his head subconsciously. Maybe he was drunk or in a trance, he seemed to see the marshal in battle robe walking past him with a smile.

Dreams, reality, battlefields, finally transformed into clear sounds.

The halberd points forward.

The voice announced its name in the same way.

"Li Guanyi, son of Li Wanli, Duke of Taiping."

"Come here and accept the challenge!"

The Qiang general's expression changed drastically in an instant.

This identity should not appear here. Revealing the identity at this moment means that the 5,000 Qiang elites in front of him will face the situation. Wang Shunchen stood quietly and looked at Li Guanyi. Li Guanyi stretched out his hand and his battle robe fell down.

And at the limit of his sleeves extending outwards——

The sound of horse hooves was like a raging tide, and yellow smoke rose in the distance.

Ten thousand horse archers!

Wait here.

Li Guanyi had a bow in his hand, with a badge hanging on it.

He had his back to the warrior with graying temples. He turned sideways and spoke. He did not ask the reason or talk about the past. He just asked a question with a smile.

A calm but heroic statement among the vast army.

"The general is old, can he still fight?!"

(End of this chapter)