Soldiers' duty is to obey orders. Even if the order goes against their own will, they have no choice but to carry it out.

"Sir, are you really not going to reconsider this?"

The person who spoke was Wang Liang, a survivor of the massacre of the Taiping Guards by the human-skinned ghosts, although he was excluded from Zhang San's memory because of the bureaucratic aura on his body.

But after all, they are veterans of the Taiping Guard, and their role is invaluable, especially during this period of transition.

Considering their past friendship, within a month, Yuan Ergou promoted him from a Tiqi to a small flag officer.

Now approaching middle age and working in official circles, Yuan Ergou is no longer the young and naive person he used to be. He knows that power needs to be balanced and people sometimes need to make mistakes.

But today, he couldn't help but regret his actions.

Fortunately, Wang Liang's doubts only reached his own ears. If they were heard by others, they would probably be discouraged.

Looking at the simple artillery, he glared at Wang Liang fiercely, signaling him to mind his mouth, then Yuan Ergou took the bright red flag and gave orders.

[Ready, fire!]

Panyun Village, Lao Wang’s home.

Looking at Wu Qi who had been eaten clean by the spider spirit on the ground, Wu Yan felt relieved. He thought that Wu Qi's contribution to his rise from humble beginnings and his current achievements should not be ignored.

The reason why things have come to this point today is not actually because of Wu Yanliangbo's fault, but because he knows too much.

Fearing Zhang San's encirclement and attack, Wu Yan saw that the spider on the bed had eaten and drunk his fill, so he did not delay any longer and directly set up a formation to escape.

However, at this moment, the ordinary ring on the index finger began to swing wildly. Before Wu Yan could even understand what was happening, deafening cannon sounds exploded in his ears like thunder.

After all, he is just a fledgling that has not been baptized by war. It is unrealistic to expect Wu Yan to become independent in such a short period of time.

Just to avoid getting himself involved, the old man in the ring had no choice but to show up and fight as a substitute.

[Black clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it; the armor shines brightly towards the sun, and its golden scales spread out! ]

This was originally a frontier poem written by Li He, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. It only depicts commonplace sentiments. However, when combined with the noble spirit that Wu Yan had nurtured for many years, the originally ordinary words exuded a power that attracted people's attention.

In order to maintain the country's martial spirit and strengthen the exploration of the potential of foreigners, the artillery equipped by Taipingwei was naturally not the high-powered breech-loading howitzers of the border troops.

But even so, because of the Ministry of Works' reform of smokeless gunpowder, the artillery equipped by the garrisons could easily destroy villages, or even split mountains and rocks. Otherwise, how could they be a deterrent to the demon tribe?

However, even in this situation, when the projectile, carrying a wave of fire, was whistling towards the house, a swirling golden scale armor forcibly stopped the projectile carrying infinite momentum.

After all, he was a veteran who had been promoted from the front line. Seeing that the enemy had seen through his sneak attack, Yuan Ergou did not panic. Instead, he waved the command flag even faster.

No matter whether it is a formation or a spell, as long as it is used, there must be a limit that they can endure. What they have to do is to break through this limit at the smallest possible cost.

This is what the Taiping Guards do, and it is also what the human race insists on. However, before they could launch the third wave of volleys, a violent vibration came from under the position.

Before Yuan Ergou even issued the order to retreat, a dark purple spider leg cut off the gun barrel he relied on.

After dealing with monsters and demons for so many years, Yuan Ergou knew very well that those beasts did not have such intelligence. In this case, the person hiding in the house was probably the real culprit.

While he was speaking, most of the spider under the ground had already revealed its body. Looking at the opponent's rampant figure, Yuan Ergou did not show any fear. He drew out the Qiu Shui Yanling Knife in his hand and chopped straight at the opponent's eyeballs.

“clang~”

The recoil force, like the force of chopping steel, came along the blade, and half of Yuan Ergou's body went numb. However, compared with his discovery, the recoil force was a bit disappointing.

"Pah, it's so damn hard!"

Looking at the inconspicuous scar on the spider's leg and spitting, Yuan Ergou was ready to swing his knife again.

But before he could stand firmly on his feet, the warm feeling climbing up from his shoulders gave him a different kind of security.

Zhang San has always been a person who is greedy for small profits. To put it more specifically, when he was fishing, he was reluctant to even give up a bait.

[Spiritual Talisman: All are bag-holding techniques! ]

When facing Baiyaki before, it was because of the restraint of his zodiac sign and the concern for the opponent's mental pollution that Zhang San seemed to be restrained in the fight.

However, he is a real disaster-level monk after all. When facing a beast like the spider spirit, Zhang San will make the other party feel what full of malice is.

As the talisman fell to the ground, one wooden hand after another climbed up from the ground. The spider spirit was very sensitive, but facing the pervasive hands, its body was tightly confined in just a moment of contact.

What's more important is that the longer it is imprisoned by this kind of wood, the faster its innate Qi will be depleted.

From the beginning till now, let alone spitting out spider silk to cut the wood, it only took a moment of distraction to realize that it didn't even have the strength to raise its hands.

After absorbing such a powerful innate Qi from the other party, Zhang San did not show favoritism. Looking at the golden scale formation in front of him, he did not use any magic. After just the simplest blessing of the innate Qi, the world-class item Hell Abyss turned into a spear and shot out.

To be honest, Zhang San had never fought such a prosperous battle in his life. Now he somewhat understood the happiness of Hashirama Senju.

As one of Nazarick's world-class items, although the damage of the Hell Abyss to life is very limited, it is extremely effective in destroying matter. Conceptually speaking, just like other forms of energy, when separated from the human body, the innate Qi becomes a special substance.

The reason why he explained so much was that Zhang San couldn't bear to see Wu Yan showing such a surprised expression. As an old coin hiding behind the scenes, he naturally couldn't do without both the escape armor and the defensive means.

But before the old man in the ring could prepare the escape formation, a spear pierced through his chest like a pitch-black lightning. If it weren't for the three years of mental pollution, Wu Yan's body would have already completed some transformation.

This one strike was enough to kill him instantly.

Although they had overestimated Zhang San's strength before, judging from the current situation, their previous preparations still seemed insufficient!