"It's over here, and it's useless to say more."

Among the people dressed by the Blood Spirit Sect whistleman behind the Xueyin clan, a young man who seemed to be the leader said, "Brother Mo, everyone has hit the doorstep, are you still reasoning with them?"

"Brother Li, it's not easy to come from Xue Yin to Lingshan these years ago." Mo Heifeng also said helplessly, "If it is broken, it will have to be rebuilt, which is a lot of money."

"Hmph. You seem to be afraid." said the young man, "Since that's the case, I have to express my feelings for you for many days. Well, let you see my Li Yuanli's methods."

After saying that, he took out a strangely shaped whistle, put it to his mouth, and blew it gently a few times.

"It's indeed the whistleman of the Blood Spirit Sect, everyone should be warned!" Luo Zheng shouted frantically.

In fact, without saying much, the Jinyuan people were already full of vigilance. The members of the Musket Team each found favorable shooting positions and covers and were ready for battle.

Wulang Xiaowu spoke up at the northeast.

Fallen smell came from the northeast. With the sound of the branches of trees breaking, footsteps were getting closer and closer.

"It turns out that I was prepared." Jin Ling frowned and shouted to everyone, "Be careful, the blood slaves of the Blood Spirit Sect are coming! The musket team aims at their heads and shoots! The advance brigade and guards, protect the musket team and logistics team!"

Then, he faced Mo Heifeng and glared at him: "Master Mo, don't you know what the Blood Spirit Sect is, and you actually collude with them? Do you know that once they enter the Northern Jin Kingdom, it will be a disaster for the kingdom!"

"When facing a battle of life and death, the enemy's enemy is a friend." Mo Heifeng did not agree, "What's more, Xue Yin and Blood Spirit are both bloodlines of the demon clan, and believe in the Blood Lord, and they are of the same origin."

"The Blood Spirit Sect uses living people to make blood slaves, and is inhumane!" Luo Zheng said angrily, "Is this what the Blood Lord you believe in teaches you? The Blood Lord you believe in also teaches you to be inhumane?"

"Blood Lord? Teaching?" Li Yuanli, a young man from the Blood Spirit Sect, snorted coldly, "Blood Lord is just one of the eight masters under the command of the God of Heaven. His thoughts are not enough to teach. The true teachings that we, the children of the God of Heaven, have received since childhood, come from the higher level..."

"Brother Li, whisper!" Mo Heifeng frowned and reminded in a low voice.

Li Yuanli didn't care: "What are you afraid of! Do you think that these people can walk out of Lingshan alive today?"

In the short time of saying this, the abnormal movements deep in the forest became louder and louder, and the smell of smell became stronger and stronger. Everyone could already hear the hysterical howling of the blood slaves.

"The Musket Team, thirty to fifty degrees northeast, the flame bomb is ready!" Luo Zheng, deputy captain of the Musket Team, ordered.

The flame bomb is a new weapon developed by Jinyuan Jiangtang under the guidance of Jin Ling. Its appearance is similar to that of fire and thunder, but it is filled with flammable phosphorus powder, charcoal powder and other mixtures. The outer skin is extremely thin. Once it hits the target, it will cause a continuous combustion effect and cause a large amount of flames in a short period of time.

After he gave the order, the members of the Musket Team basically took out a small melon-shaped object from their tactical backpack and held it in their hands, pulled out the guarantee pin, and waited for it.

"Brother Mo, wherever the blood slave passes, no chicken or dog stays, the scene is too bloody." Li Yuanli smiled.

"It's okay, I just happened to see the power of those guys you call immortality." Mo Heifeng said.

Li Yuanli raised his right hand as if showing off, and in his hand there was a whistle made of black jade. Then he placed the whistle on the corner of his mouth and blew it three long and two short, a total of five.

Then I heard howling sounds in the forest in the northeast direction, and the sound of the trees was even louder, and the footsteps were rushed and chaotic, as if the blood slaves hidden in the dark were already close.

"The first and second squadrons of the Musket Team! Thirty to fifty degrees northeast, fire bombs, release!" Luo Zheng ordered.

Immediately, the first, hundreds of musketeers of the second squadron threw the flame bombs in their hands directly in the northeast direction. The flame bombs hit the forest and exploded immediately. The burning objects in it immediately burned, quickly igniting one forest after another, and smoke and dust rolled.

Among the fireworks, blood slaves soon appeared. They all looked ferocious, with long legs and long arms, and were only wearing simple and broken clothes, and then they jumped out of the flames.

The blood slave is afraid of fire, which is the experience that Jinyuan gained in the fight against it.

Some blood slaves were already stained with flames and quickly spread to their entire body, forming a fire ball in their entire body. As they rolled in panic, the fire in other blood slaves and surrounding trees increased even more.

In a very short time, a sea of ​​fire has formed in the mountains and forests in the northeast.

"Fire! How did they know that the blood slave is afraid of fire, and they were prepared for it!" Li Yuanli was shocked.

"Mr. Li, you forgot!" a whistleman reminded, "The son of Bai Xiannong, the leader of the Holy Sect Yanzhao Hall, is named Bai Xiaolang. It seems that he had dealt with people from Jinyuan, and ended up in a mess, and his immortal power was also destroyed."

"Oh." Li Yuanli remembered that this happened, "It seems that this is the case."

"Also, Lu Tianhong, the left envoy of the Protector, was said to have died at the hands of the young master of Jinyuan... That boy seemed to be called Jin Ling..." The whistleman had a good memory and reminded him again.

"Who is it?" Li Yuanli pointed at the people in Jinyuan and turned to Mo Heifeng, "Brother Mo, is the young man who just talked to you?"

"It's him, this kid is constantly engaging in tricks and is vicious. Brother Li, don't take it lightly." Mo Heifeng said.

"Bai Xiaolang is Bai Xiaolang, I am me, I am not a waste like him." Li Yuanli said so, but he did not relax in his hand and took out a cold iron scimitar from the ring.

They were still talking, but Jinyuan did not have such leisure time. They could only hear Luo Zheng ordering another shot. With the sound of muskets and gunshots, a group of blood slaves who were currently leaping out of the forest were sieve by the covered gun bullets, and they all fell into the sea of ​​fire, and bursts of burnt smell came from their bodies.

The members of the advance brigade rushed forward quickly, and used swords and shields to block the blood slaves' rushing momentum with shields, and then slashed without mercy.

However, more and more blood slaves rushed out later, and they soon couldn't support them. Because they fought with the blood slaves, the Musketeers were not convenient to continue shooting, and they were afraid of accidental injuries.

"You can also help and protect the safety of the Musket Team and the Logistics Team." Jin Ling said to Zhu Yuqiang and his sister from the Guards Team.

"Okay." Zhu Yuqiang and others responded, carried a heavy machete and joined the battle group.
Chapter completed!