Building The Ultimate Fantasy
Chapter 5
There should be no fake tasks issued by the system.
Since the system feels that Beiluo City is about to fall, then to a large extent, the father's heart is well established, but it is just a matter of confidence.
Lu Fan has some pains. Is it such a high-risk task at the beginning?
However, defending the city is relatively easier than siege.
Although the North County Taishou led 50,000 troops to siege, Lu Changkong was not an ordinary defender.
"Sister Ning, how many defenders do we have in Beiluo City?"
Lu Fan asked.
"Master... There is a master, you don't need to worry about these problems."
Ning Zhao said seriously.
The son is very tired to live, these trivial things, do not need the son to worry about.
"I just asked..."
Lu Fan smiled.
"There are 20,000 troops in Beiluo City. If you add the private army of the three major families and other small families in the city, you can probably gather a guard of 25,000 people. The North County Army wants to break through Beiluo City. It is difficult."
Ning Zhaodao.
She is not an ordinary maidservant, and has her own analysis of the fighting situation in Beiluo City.
"Three great families?"
Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.
The reason why a city that is so rudimentary will fall is that apart from external factors, the greatest possibility is that it will start to decay from the inside.
Is it possible that the three great families collaborated with the North Jun Taishou inside and outside?
Lu Fan's slender fingers tapped on the thin blanket spread on his thighs.
"Sister Ning, do you think the three great families...will they fight back?"
Lu Fan thought for a while and spoke.
Ning Zhao was stunned. She lifted her hand to pull the blue silk, frowned slightly, and shook her head slightly. "It's impossible...the three big families absolutely dare not."
"Master is the only warrior in Beiluo City after all, and he is still very prestigious in the city."
Lu Fan's eyes flickered slightly, "The Great Zhou Dynasty was stirred up in a pool of muddy water. Doesn't the Son of Heaven have prestige? This world pays attention to benefits, and this kind of prestige alone won't work."
"Sister Ning, push me to defend the city walls."
The expression on Ning Zhao's face slightly changed: "Son, it's very dangerous above the walls."
"Sister Ning, you don't have to forget, but I was touched by the fairy."
Lu Fan chuckled.
He had a hunch that for a long time, this unbelievable fairy would become a shield for his actions.
Ning Zhaoshen took a deep breath, she sensed the aura flowing in Dan Tian's abdomen, her expression dimmed.
In the end, she chose to believe Lu Fan.
After all, the son is the one who holds the key to change the world's momentum.
Therefore, Ning Zhao pushed Lu Fan in a wheelchair and left Lu Fu.
Yi Yue and Ni Yu recovered, and quickly followed.
...
North Luocheng, above the city.
Lu Changkong, in a cold armor, had the Qingfeng sword tied around his waist, standing on it, and the horizontal eyebrows were cold, and the momentum was killing.
Around him, a strong and powerful general also stood side by side.
Under the city of mottled boulders.
It was a densely-arranged army, and the water enclosed by North Luocheng could not be drained.
In front of the city gate, a fierce man wearing a red fruit upper body and a bronze skin with a totem pattern, and a knife swiftly, was spitting under the mouth, swearing and swearing.
At the front of the fierce man, there was a corpse that was even split into two halves with a horse and a horse. The corpse fell to the ground, gurgling blood, and wet the yellow sand.
Lu Changkong's face was a bit ugly.
"What is this person's name?"
Lu Changkong did not look back, but asked the soldiers around him coldly.
"Yang City Lord, this person is called Feng Shi, the North County tycoon, born with divine power, is a general under the Taishou Tantai Xuan account of the North County."
The soldier's face was equally ugly.
The two armies are fighting, the front is called,
For the defense force of Beiluo City, it is a major blow.
"This person has good strength and is a top-notch first-class master. I am in North Los Angeles. Can anyone dare to play?"
A celebrity general of Lu Changkong asked with a cold face.
Lu Changkong's eyes were deep and sharp, staring straight at the army under the city.
Looking at the military account in the distance, it seems to be seen through the military account at a glance, and it looks like the person with the highest weight.
"A shot is a top-notch warrior born with divine power. What medicine is sold in this gourd by Dantai Xuan?"
Lu Chang thought in a hollow.
There are few first-rate martial artists, even under his command.
Especially Feng Shi, a top-notch first-rate martial artist.
Under the city.
Feng Shi has a burly figure, his head is bound with vigorous hair strands, and his posture is wild and fierce.
He rode a horse, carrying a slashing sword, screaming and scolding under the city.
"Lu Luofu, Beiluo City, dare to come down and fight Laozi?!"
"Lu Changkong, something like your dog, will shrink in the city?"
"What kind of garbage are you sending? It was cut with a knife, and I wasn't cool enough!"
"Hahaha! Lu Pifu, I heard your son Lu Fan was paralyzed in bed, but his white and tender white is better to give to Lao Tzu. The soldiers of Lao Tzu can like the white and tender people!"
...
Feng Shi laughed rudely, and the horse beneath his nose snorted with heat.
The guards in Beiluo City were all angry.
Many strong men around Lu Changkong clenched their fists.
They begged Lu Changkong to send them to fight.
However, it is a pity that Lu Changkong did not do as they wish.
As the only master warrior in Beiluo City, his opponent's strength is very clear.
Feng Shi is a top-notch warrior born with supernatural powers. Unless the master takes action, otherwise the first-rate warrior is not his opponent one-on-one.
If all his men go, they can only die in vain.
Therefore, Lu Changkong said nothing.
His eyes moved sideways, and he swept coldly, and landed on that horse's Feng Shi.
Although it is normal for the two armies to engage in battle, it is normal to call and scold before the war, but...this person's mouth is really stinky.
Insulting him is nothing.
Even more hateful, this person actually pulled his son Lu Fan out of shame.
Lu Fan is the reverse scale of Lu Changkong!
Lu Chang put his empty hand on the waist sword, and his eyes were murderous, and suddenly turned around.
Many soldiers were breathless and their eyes flashed with excitement.
Has the master-level warrior-level city mastered it?!
"Wait, hold the city gate and pay attention to the people of the three big families. If they dare to come, cut off their heads and wait for the return of Lao Tzu."
Lu Changkong came to the city gate and spoke lightly to his close friends.
In the hearts of cronies generals, Zheng focused on his head.
next moment.
Lu Changkong turned over a sweaty horse with shiny hair.
With a clip in your legs, the reins soar.
Rule of Law!
The hissing horse blew.
The gate was wide open.
The horse treaded blue brick dust.
Like a sharp spear, rushed out of Beiluo City.
...
Because the army was attacking the city, the people in Beiluo City all hid inside the houses.
The streets in the city became sparse and very deserted.
Crunch...
The sound of the friction between the wooden wheel of the wheelchair and the ground rang.
A curvaceous, mature woman with a charming figure, put her hand on the handle and push the wheelchair towards the city gate.
In the wheelchair, a teenager in a white shirt sat quietly, with a thin wool blanket on his legs, one hand supporting his chin, and the other hand on the thin blanket to bounce gently.
In the high-cold temperament, it is just right.
On the right side of the wheelchair, a maiden-faced maid wearing a beige veil with a long whip at her waist followed her with a low eyebrow.
On the left side of the wheelchair, the maidservant with a little baby fat combing the double-hanged bun hummed and trot to hold the umbrella for the teenager.
It was Lu Fan and his three maids.
This peculiar combination is very unique on the cold streets.
suddenly.
A rough laugh came from outside the city like Hong Zhong.
Although the sound was transmitted so far, it was weakened a lot, but it was still audible to the ear-witted warriors.
"Hahaha! Lu Pifu, I heard your son Lu Fan was paralyzed in bed, but his white and tender white is better to give to Lao Tzu. The soldiers of Lao Tzu can like the white and tender people!"
Lu Fan did not hear clearly.
However, he felt vaguely as if someone was boasting about his handsomeness.
Although he has a system, but in the system panel, his physical strength is only 0.5, which belongs to the type of fighting five slags.
However, Ning Zhao and Yi Yue are really listening.
Ning Zhao's face immediately pulled down, and his cold face showed up on his beautiful face.
Yiyue is also a bite of shell teeth, and her hand is put on the long whip in the waist.
Ni Yu looked stunned. She and Lu Fan were half a catty. They couldn't hear anything. They just snorted and held their umbrella.
Ning Zhao pushed the speed of the wheelchair, and Ni Yu needed a trot to keep up.
"Sister Ning, what did the guy outside the city call?"
Lu Fan asked with one hand propping his chin and the other hand smoothing the folds of the thin blanket on his knees.
"Son, what did you say?"
Ning Zhaosan dismissed the killing intentions and smiled like flowers.
Lu Fan rolled his eyes, Ning Zhao's murderous intention just now, when he couldn't sense it?
"It's okay, tell the son boldly, the son has been in bed for so many years, and has long been accustomed to gossip and whispering. He has a calm state of mind. He can watch the flowers blooming in front of the court.
Lu Fan chuckled.
Ning Zhao still just laughed and did not speak.
Believe you a ghost.
Because of leg problems, Lu Fan's temper is very irritable, this point, Ning Zhao as a maidservant is very clear.
"Yiyue, you said."
Lu Fan had no choice but to look at Yi Yue who supported the umbrella.
Yiyue hesitated for a while, but she didn't want to say, but she still needed a son to give the fairy, so she didn't dare to rebelliously, and she obediently repeated the words of Feng Shi from outside the city.
She hasn't finished speaking yet.
Lu Fan took a breath and covered his chest.
The smile on his face gradually disappeared.
"The chest is so stuffy and uncomfortable... My son, my liver hurts."
Are you so angry that your liver hurts?
Ning Zhaohe Yiyue: "..."
Who swore his conscience and said that he has a good temper?!