Shock! The abandoned concubine cheated on the god of war and only wanted to farm

The soldiers' hearts were beating fast for no reason. There were only a dozen of them who rushed down the hillside, including old men in their forties or fifties and boys around twelve or thirteen years old.

Wearing coarse cloth and a headscarf, he was dressed like a typical villager.

But everyone has a look of fearlessness on their faces, where does the confidence come from?

What everyone doesn't know is that Feng Ranhua emerged as a rising star in the last days and became the ruler of the Qinglong base, not only because of her invincible martial power, but also because she was good at using military strategies and was a genius.

When dealing with unarmed villagers, she has her own way of training them.

Use their spear to attack their shield.

Feng Ranhua used her mouth to poison the entire army. They practiced every day in the mountains. She felt like she had nothing to do, so she either brought a plate of fennel beans or a plate of melon seeds.

Lying on the soft backrest, she yelled:

"If you don't chop someone's thigh, you're waiting for someone to hook your neck so you can go to hell and drink tea?"

"You wish for that. Even after you die, you will be thrown into a frying pan or ground into a sea of ​​knives, and then be used as a snack by others!"

She told the story of the horrific scenes of the dead and blood and flesh flying everywhere at the end of the world a hundred and eighty times.

Under repeated mental beatings, the simple villagers, upon seeing blood and entering the battlefield, rushed forward without regard for their lives as if possessed by the god of death.

Facing a group of refugees who are not afraid of death.

Fu Hongjin glared fiercely and shouted, "You dare to kill the soldiers! You are a traitor! You are a traitor! Kill these refugees right here! Kill them!"

The two gangs fought each other with swords and knives, and physical combat.

The sounds of killing rose and fell, and blood flew everywhere.

Especially the man and woman huddled together, they were easy targets in the eyes of the soldiers.

Suddenly, Feng Ranhua felt a strong wind coming from behind. Cang Xuan held Feng Ranhua and leaned sideways to avoid the big knife that was coming from behind.

I don't know where he pulled out a soft sword from, but he stabbed the arm of the person behind him with his backhand, then turned around and kicked the soldier to the ground, and then stabbed the sword again to cut off the wrist and neck of another attacker.

Then he kicked a soldier in front of him on the neck. With a "crack" sound, the soldier's neck was broken.

In a few moments, three soldiers were killed or injured, but the two soldiers who were hugging each other were not even touched by their hair.

The soldiers were so frightened that they dared not provoke this killer and turned around to attack the villagers with their weapons.

Seeing that the area five meters around him was finally quiet, Feng Ranhua smiled nonchalantly and looked at him inquiringly through his deep eyes, "Master Cang? Scholar?"

Haha, a sickly scholar with high martial arts skills?

It all depends on how much your sincerity is worth as a real or fake scholar.

If you dare to lie to me, I will peel off your skin and make it into a kite.

“Yeah.” Cang Xuan smiled, his face not red and his heart not beating, as steady as a rock.

The two men ignored the sounds of fighting in their ears and looked at each other with confusion.

The villagers are not good at martial arts, but they have two top masters and Bai Qi'er's ruthless son. Fu Hongjin's manpower is not enough.

In less than half a minute, Fu Hongjin and his subordinates were all injured and were about to leave under the ridicule of Si Zhou.

To be precise, they planned to let them go only after they were all tortured, mainly because Si Zhou said he was afraid of attracting the government to crack down on the bandits.

There are other reasons that I am not in a position to disclose.

Feng Ranhua looked around coldly. In the freezing cold winter, everyone went back with scars all over their bodies. If they didn't die, they would have to lie in bed for several months.

Only then did he nod with satisfaction.

The wounded soldiers could only take five or six steps.

"Wait!"

Everyone shuddered and looked back with difficulty.

"Who cut off Hu Zi's arm?" Feng Ran raised her red lips slightly.

A soldier in the crowd looked pale and choked as he uttered a word, "I..."

Fu Hongjin, covering his cheek with blood streaming down his face, breathed a sigh of relief.

On Feng Ranhua's dark face, only his clear eyes remained, with a coldness as sharp as a knife in his eyes. Every word he spoke at a leisurely pace gave people pressure, "You! Fu Hongjin, both of you return an arm!"

Song Jiang and others had been holding a grudge for a long time, so they dragged the two men out and swung their scimitars at them.

"Ah——" A shrill scream was heard, and two broken arms flew out, forming a bright red rainbow.

Feng Ranhua glanced at the two of them and said, "Get lost!"

"Let's go!" Fu Hongjin said with a gloomy face, sweating profusely and enduring the excruciating pain that was worse than death.

The soldiers nearby hurriedly supported the two men with broken arms, and crawled away, fearing that they would hear "wait" again.

But that group of bandits were not so lucky. Any villager in the cliff cave could recognize those who were cruel and evil in their daily lives.

After a careful counting, each of them had at least ten lives on their hands.

Heavily sinful!

"What a bunch of scum. They waste the air when they are alive and waste the land when they are dead."

"All of them were given 'a hundred slashes of scarlet blood.'"

Feng Ranhua glanced over angrily.

After a moment, the whole place was filled with wailing cries, echoing throughout the cold valley.

"She killed without blinking an eye, is she a woman?" Si Zhou wanted to find his master to reason with him, but he saw his master standing beside Miss Feng, his eyes fixed on her, muttering to himself:

"What a tough woman! Could it be that the master is really tempted by this?"

Song Jiang and others who were cleaning up the battlefield were grinning from ear to ear, and they collected more than twenty horses and more than fifty swords.

Everyone drove their horses back to the cliff cave one after another.

Cang Xuan let out a gentle smile. He put Feng Ranhua down and was about to turn around and leave. Feng Ranhua's beautiful fox eyes curved up, and her eyes were seductive, "You don't care about me?"

Cang Xuan laughed, "I'll bring the horse over."

Si Zhou looked at his master, who looked like spring even though it was a freezing winter, and he felt very worried.

Cang Xuan patted the big black horse, which was a top-quality horse trained in his military camp.

The horse was brought over, and Fu Fengran didn't need to climb on it. She fell into Cang Xuan's arms again and held the horse.

"Shh..."

"Hahaha……"

The villagers looked at the two people on horseback and made ambiguous jokes.

Feng Ran painted without feeling embarrassed at all.

Cang Xuan held her in his arms, holding the reins with one hand and the other arm locked around her waist like an iron clamp, carefully protecting her belly.

The scent of herbs mixed with fresh air slid over her shoulders, making her feel tingling and numb, and she was intoxicated by the feeling.

"Your Cang family trains your children to be both civil and military." Feng Ranhua relaxed her body, leaned lazily in his arms, and said with a gritted teeth.

Damn it, he is said to know martial arts, but he looks sickly and weak on weekdays, and occasionally he would recite a few lines of poetry like an old Confucian scholar.

I never thought he would be a master.

Look at his unfathomable internal strength, which is much higher than that of his servant Si Zhou.

Cang Xuan said calmly, "Yes, this is a required course."

Bai Qi, who was in front, looked back at the two people who were left with only one horse in front of them, as if they were smiling and expressing their feelings. For some reason, he felt a slight pain in his heart.

Everyone moved away quickly to create conditions for the two people behind to get on the horses.

But these two people remained silent.

A familiar faint fragrance wafted into Huaer's nostrils. Cang Xuan was unsure of what Huaer was thinking. He probed with a smile, but then ignored her and leaned intimately in his arms.

Along the way, he waited for her to speak. The cunning little woman's unfathomable attitude made him quite flustered.