The Human Emperor

“Buzz!”

Wang Chong's voice fell and everyone shocked. Everyone looked up and looked at Wang Chong. It is that Li Jiye all stared steeply at Wang Chong and looked incredible.

“Lord Zhang Qiang" in Wang Zhongkou, as long as everyone from the Beijing Division knows, refers to the newly-arrived military ministry's book and seal Qiang Qiang. He also has another title, the Metropolitan Protector of the Annan Du Protectorate, or another more widely known name, the Empire Tiger.

This name represents not only the name and prestige of Zhang Qiang and Qiong, but also the strength that Zhang Qiang and Qiong, the top general of the Empire, has made countless people in the world yearn for.

- All Empire Admirals are Super Powerhouse of St. Wu's Peak!

Li Jiye, while confident, also knows that there is a considerable gap between himself and the “Empire Tiger”, Lord Sangshu of the Military Ministry. But Wang Chong actually said that even if he came here personally, even if he was a junior secretary of the military ministry, he would have to sink the sand...

“Oh, it should all feel a little bit. That's right, the village chief of Wushu Village is the same level of holy martial arts fighter as Zhang Qiang and Qiong! With his strength, together with so many elders and villagers of the village of Wounded Village, Zhang Qiang and Qiong are all equally sinking in the sand, let alone us! ”

Wang Chung sat on the floor and felt the cold formation coming from the rock house under his ass, he said softly.

“Boom!”

A stone stirred a thousand layers of waves, Wang Zheng understated, the clouds were faint and windy, listening to a shocking wave in everyone's ears. Peak, Nile, and all the guards opened their eyes, full of vibrations.

Li Jiye, although not as obvious as a few people, felt no less shock in his heart.

“Strong man of the Holy Martial Land! ”

“How is this possible? ”

“The white-bearded old man? Look, he can't walk! ”

……

Everyone's mind is a mess, but no one doubts Wang Chong's story. Wang Chong will never be wrong in this kind of thing.

Frankly, the oil and salt of the wounded did not go in. Not only did they respond to the call of the court, but they even proactively attacked the soldiers and officers of the court. At the outset, people were really angry and even had the idea of leading a large army into the wounded village.

But at this time, when we heard that Wuhu Village still has the strong people of holy martial arts sitting in the town, how dare everyone have a little such an idea!

“Master Hou, what exactly are the origins of these wounded people, a common village, how can they be so powerful? ”

The peak eyelids jumped straight and finally couldn't bear to ask.

“This question, … I would also like to know. ”

Wang stared at the stars outside the window and flashed a glimmer of light in his eyes.

There are many secrets about Wushu Village, all the Wushu Village people just walk in the hills of Chongshan, after all, there are really cliffs around here, living here for a long time, it is not surprising to practice their skills.

Outside the village, however, the formations of the elders of the wounded village called Dou Lao and Fang Lao, as well as the psychological attacks, can not be explained by the mountainous hills.

Moreover, before Wang Chong stepped into Wuhu Village, he did not think that the clan chief of Wuhu Village was a strong man in the Holy Martial Land.

There are many secrets Wang Chung did not know in his previous life.

Without a doubt, I had no chance to explore these secrets in my last life, but now that everything is over, all the elders and core backbones of the village are still alive, even Fang Xiaoxiao has not grown up to be the naughty and barbaric girl of future generations.

I can finally find out what really happened to Wounded Village!

Until then, however, it was of paramount importance to change the views of the village chiefs and recruit the first soldiers from the village.

“I'll take care of this. You guys get some rest. ”

Wang Zhong said, quickly turning back, caught in thought.

Three feet of ice is not a single day, and the tradition of the village of Wounded Village cannot be changed overnight, especially before the Holocaust has taken place.

But no matter how difficult it is, Wang Chong will find a way to change.

As a former commander of the Wounded Man, he needs the help of this famous "Wounded Iron Rider” at this time.

“No accident, that thing should be happening soon! ”

Wang punched a thought in his head and looked up slowly to the sky. At high altitude, a round of moon is lonely, such nights are too common in the village of Wounds and Wounds.

But if you look closely, the bending moon in the sky is changing a little bit. The moon is becoming thinner and lighter at visible speeds to the naked eye.

And as the moon changes, the stars of the sky, as well as the whole village of Wounded Wounds, quickly fade away. Everything is like a layer of black veil over and over again.

- It's the eclipse!

Wang Chong remembered clearly that before the holocaust, one incident had occurred in the village of Ouhu, and many elders and villagers of Ouhu village suddenly died one night.

On that night, at least two or three thousand people were wounded. Even Fang Xiaoxiao's grandfather, the white-haired old man Wang Chung met during the day, was seriously injured in that incident, leading to paralysis and a dramatic drop in strength.

Nine uncles in the mouth of the little girl, "Ujiumei”, died in this incident.

Otherwise, the village would not necessarily have been so traumatized that so many people were killed and injured.

If Wang Chong hadn't seen it during the day, it would have been fine, but knowing that the old man with white hair was the strongest man at the peak of the Holy Martial Realm at the same level as Zhang Qiang, Goshuhan, Fumong Lingcha, etc., Wang Chong could not in any case sit back and watch this happen.

Every strongman at the peak of the holy martial arts is a treasure for Datang today, and no flash can easily occur.

It is absolutely a profound regret for Wang Chong to let the head of the village of Wuhu, at the peak of the Holy Martial Realm, descend under his own eyes.

With regard to the accident, there was not much information left. Wang Chong only knew that it happened when the moon eclipsed and the cloudy air between heaven and earth was strongest.

This is also why Wang Chong deliberately sought the officials of the Ministry of Education and the Ministry of Agriculture before departing from Beijing.

“Before and after the Holocaust, Datang had three lunar eclipses in a decade, one five years ago, one three months after the Holocaust, and the rest is now. If there was no accident, the most likely time for that would be now. ”

Wang Zheng secretly said in his heart.

“Ah! ——”

As soon as it was too late, just as Wang Zhong thought in secret, all of a sudden, a terrible scream came out of the house, completely breaking the tranquillity of Wuhui Village.

“Du Lao! Somebody help me! ”

The original silent village of Wounded Village was suddenly in chaos. The voice is not yet set, and the other direction of Wuhui Village is another terrible scream.

Wang punched his face, like an arrow off the string, and he jumped out of the room without thinking about it.

“Li Jiye, Gaofeng, Nie Yan, and everyone else come with me and bring me what you have prepared! ”

Wang Chong's voice also echoed throughout the room, but people had vanished from sight outside.

……

The night in the village is very quiet, isolated from the world, surrounded by mountains, and everyone keeps the habit of sunrise and sunset.

So when Wang punched them into the stone house to rest, they couldn't hear a sound outside.

But now Uhura Village has completely blown up the pot. Wang Chung stood in the square of Wuzhuang Village, the original pitch-black Wuzhuang Village had lit a little light. In the beginning, Wang Chong heard only one or two screams, but now they are everywhere.

Women's howls and children's cries, as well as the voices of those who were woken up by the screams and came out of the house to see and help, entered the ears and continued to come from all directions.

“It really happened! ”

As the wind whistled, Wang shook his head and looked up at the sky. The moon in the sky had completely disappeared and the earth was dark. At this moment, Wang Chong's ears danced and his heart was chaotic.

Even if we had already heard of what had happened in the village, it was only through real experience that we knew how serious it was. That is no longer the problem of one or two people, nor of a hundred or two hundred people, but of two or three thousand people at the same time.

Being the former commander of the Wounded, if he did not experience it, but now he is in the Wounded Village, and in any case, he must not sit back and watch this happen. After all, the wounded, although somewhat arrogant, were among the most bloody, loyal and honorable forces on the entire earth during the Holocaust.

Five thousand horsemen rode to the last man, no one retreated, until the last moment, fighting the exotic invaders to the death, defending this land, this island.

They are the best fighters, the most loyal troops, which is why Wang Chong has to subdue them anyway.

The wounded are the most reliable warriors once they have been subdued, although they are rugged, xenophobic, difficult to tame and have a deep-rooted tradition.

- Rama is hard to tame! That's what every cavalry knows!

“Uncle Nine! —— ”

Suddenly, a scream of heartbreaking lungs passed into his ears. Wang punched his face and flew out unintentionally, heading in the direction of the sound. Winds whistled on both sides, and countless stone houses flew towards both sides in the night.

At this moment, Wang Zheng also remembered many things in his mind...

Throughout the village, only one person is called “Uncle Nine”, or "Ujiumei”, which he sees during the day. In the village of Wounds and Injuries, Ujiumei is the oldest, besides the chief of the clan, although his character is old, the other “uncle” Xiao Xiao Xiao is extremely drowning.

So in that year, besides Grandpa, the death of Uncle Nine was the saddest and most regrettable of Fang Xiaoyan. And for a long time afterwards, it has been difficult to let go. On Uncle Nine's festival day, Fang Xiaoxiao will be particularly depressed, sad, and depressed all day.

It all started again, even if I can get into Wuhui Village in advance, then in any case, Wang Chong cannot let this happen.