Chapter 987

When Li Jun was in the loess area, his nickname was hunjianglong. When Huizong was still in charge, he lived a happy life.

Those rotten soldiers of Song Dynasty were not rivals of him and his men at all. Just by selling private salt, he could get into the battle of gold every month. As long as he paid homage to the mountain gate nearby on New Year's holidays, no one dared to interfere with his business.

However, all the good days built on the basis of "fish and meat country" and "committing crimes" have disappeared with the ruling history of the new dynasty.

Almost overnight, Li Jun's good life was broken. In one night, I don't know which bold maniac broke into his house one night and killed half of his guests. Then he smashed his head with the incense burner.

When I woke up again, there was a fierce man in a black coat, asking himself whether he wanted to live or die, bah! A fool wants to die!

Li Jun was so assigned to the punishment camp. At first, he didn't know where it was. Later, when he found out the way, it was too late.

Every day, they got up before dawn to train. Those who were seriously trained were whipped, those who were not seriously trained hung street lamps, those who obeyed the orders of officers ate chaff and ate vegetables, and those who didn't cooperate with each other were hung with street lamps. In less than three months, there were no streetlights in the camp. Even the branches of the camp were covered with corpses. Every night, the ghost fire was blowing, and the wind was just like ghosts on the earth.

Li Jun really hoped that the imperial court would send himself to the battlefield and die, but later he regretted. The broken place in southern Xinjiang was not a place for people to stay, and the chaos of dog days was not a thing. People did not dare to die, and they were afraid of death.

Li Jun, who has been traveling from south to North for many years, has seen bullies, village bandits and even tiger spirits who eat people in the mountains in the increasingly large-scale punishment camp. He finally realizes that the song Empire has really changed. He can't go back to the good days before. That's just the idea of rebelling in the mountains and studying the military reform regulations in the punishment camp, Try to get rid of the guilt as soon as possible.

In the end, Li Jun and 107 other brothers who had survived a year by luck and agreed to work hard for the bright future of the new dynasty. Of course, all the above is nonsense. But Li Jun believes that as long as they dare not say so and look at their black coats behind them, they will dare to make them go back to the furnace and rebuild for another year.

At that time, it is estimated that there will be only one single Eight Generals killed by the punishment camp.

Li Jun didn't like black coats. He never liked them. He couldn't stand the rules that were horizontal, vertical and impersonal under the new dynasty. So when the military department recruited excellent officers to fill the sea far south, he resolutely signed up.

Not only he, but also those old brothers scattered on all fronts all over the country have written letters. If there is another place far south that can play, be sure to send a letter to the brothers. When we get together again, will it not be sad to be tyrannical?

Li Jun was able to survive in the punishment camp. He really learned a lot of practical things. Anyone who faced the choice of life and death would learn very quickly. He could observe the trajectory visually and calculate the attack range of the musket array by mental calculation, because those who could not be calculated died under their own mistakes.

Thanks to his excellent skills among the aborigines, Li Jun came despite his low score in the political examination, and had a good time in Yuannan.

Obviously, in the eyes of the officials or black coats of the new dynasty, foreigners with yellow hair and green hair were not his own. Li Jun could show off as before, and no one came to lock him up. Hun Jianglong decided at that time that this was his old-age home!

As for the chaos? If you jump again, can you have the power outside the Great Wall defense line? Li Jun is confident to keep this broken line of defense. To keep the song and the city of Ruimu will be regarded as the salary advanced by Lao Tzu. In the future, if I eat watermelon or something in the city, anyone who dares to take money will cry it out!

Dry those black coats! Li Jun stealthily glanced at Xu Yichen and subconsciously straightened his waist. When he opened fire in the square array of muskets, he also tied up the badge on his uniform, and took time to wipe the badge on his breastplate to make them more shining.

"There must be a high demon in the black forest who is in charge of directing them, or worse, there is a small chaos portal." Hemingway looked at the defense line for a while, and said to Xu Yichen, "if you don't solve that commander, the war will not stop."

"Two hours ago, a cavalry broke through into the black forest, but so far no news has come back. Can you feel the position of the door of chaos or the high demons in the state of [meditation] Xu Yichen looked at Li Yanlong's message and asked.

"No, there's too much chaos here, and it completely interferes with my perception. If it goes on like this, it won't take a few hours for them to summon more difficult people out." Hemingway seldom encountered such a serious chaos problem before. This kind of chaos erosion at the war level will generally lead to the intervention of legendary strong men.

But Yuannan is obviously a blank in the legendary power. They can only rely on themselves.

"Then we can only count on the protection of luck." Xu Yichen shrugged his shoulders. It was a cold joke. If there was a god of luck in his world, he would never encounter chaos."We are wolf hunters. Rely on your sense of smell and your eyes, apprentice." Hemingway drew out his weapon and looked jealously at his opponent's huge chain saw sword. He felt that old Kane had been too partial to the apprentice: "don't let your weapons be shamed!"

After saying this, Hemingway's face turned a little red. He thought of the other party's exaggerated killing records. He felt that he was not qualified to say this. He rushed to the black forest along a straight line with his head closed. The sword in his hand was like lightning, and he killed a white road against the chaos.

Master gaster and the Druids covered the thin breast wall with a layer of tough vines, which filled many gaps. The vines grew a large number of spines at an exaggerated speed, constantly harming the enemies trying to approach.

"Head, you have to solve the problems outside quickly. I have less than 200 guards left here. I can't trust those nobles. I always feel that they have done something in the city now." Fan Li, the assassin, took a look at the nobles gathered in the Lord's house and kept on guard.

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