At this time, a familiar cry entered Chang Geng's ears. When Chang Geng turned around, he saw the butcher Ge's head and pig's head hanging on the railing. His bloated wife had a livid face and was hit by a collapsed wall. She was already dead. The crying of his fat kid came intermittently from not far away. Chang Geng was startled and didn't care about anything else. He blurted out: "That seems to be the butcher's fat kid Ge..."

Shen Yi flew past without stopping.

Chang Geng thought he didn't hear clearly: "Wait!"

Shen Yi said: "I have been ordered to protect His Highness and leave the city without delay."

His voice came from behind the iron mask, like cold iron covered with ice chips in the coldest days of winter.

Chang Geng was stunned.

The whistling wind brushed past the tips of his ears, and sticky cold sweat trickled down his spine belatedly. All he touched was the cold armor of black iron - so cold, just like the iron wrist buckle on his wrist that could never be warmed up.

Fat Ge is the best at acting like a spoiled child. When he smiles, his teeth are visible and his eyes are not. He is very quirky and there is no one who doesn't like him.

Chang Geng suddenly asked in a low voice: "Isn't that also your student?"

In Shen Yi's eyes, these students who he spent every day with were just the result of the imperial order that he had kept silent for two years, right?

Yes, to the big shots in Xuantie Camp, what does a small goose returning to the city mean?

What is the child of a butcher?

In this world, perhaps some people's lives are more valuable than others, and being likable is not necessarily precious.

Shen Yi certainly wouldn't be as cold-blooded as his Leng Jia, but he was alone at the moment, so of course he had to give priority to the mission and not allow any mistakes.

The Western Regions had just surrendered, and the entire Black Iron Camp's elite were stationed there. They only brought a small part with them. After two years of setting up the net, they had to kill it with one strike and catch the big fish.

If we catch him, we can bring peace and stability to the northern border for three to five years, otherwise all our efforts will be wasted.

The reasons behind this are too complicated to explain in a few words. How can I explain it to a half-grown child in just a few words?

Shen Yi said awkwardly: "Your Highness, please forgive me... Your Highness!"

It turned out that Chang Geng took advantage of his unpreparedness and bent down to touch the buckle on the elbow of Shen Yixuan's iron armor.

The heavy armor of the Black Iron Camp naturally could not be pushed away by him with one push, but he succeeded in pushing Shen Yi's steel hand away an inch - Shen Yi had to retreat. It was the first time Chang Geng saw the Black Iron heavy armor, and he had no idea of ​​the difference between the sophisticated Black Iron heavy armor and the broken copper and iron armor of the Yan Hui City Guards - if the Black Iron armor was destroyed by such brutal external force, the buckle that popped out would be enough to break a tree that was as thick as a man's embrace.

With just this inch of space, Chang Geng quickly pulled out his foot and somersaulted off Shen Yi's shoulder.

"I am not some prince," Chang Geng stood two steps away and looked at him, his face darker than black iron, "My feet are not dragon claws, they are the disability caused by my mother wrapping them with broken porcelain pieces. If she is really related to the royal family as you said, she might want to create a fake to confuse the royal bloodline. I see that the general left in such a hurry, he must have another important task. I am not afraid of death, and I have no intention of stealing the identity of a royal branch and jade leaf. Now I will explain it to you clearly, so as not to delay the general any longer."

Shen Yi's black iron mask popped up and he looked at the young man in front of him in astonishment.

Chang Geng stopped looking at him, jumped off the wall, and ran in the direction where Ge Pangxiao was calling for help.

The heavy black iron armor was particularly conspicuous in the small Yanhui City. While Shen Yi was distracted, he was immediately targeted and entangled by a group of barbarians. Chang Geng was not worried. Even though he was an outsider, he could see that those barbarians were simply delivering food to the master of the Black Iron Camp. It can be seen that the folk legend that forty black armors could sweep across the grassland was a bit exaggerated, but it was not completely groundless.

The martial arts that the young man had practiced for many years were not in vain. He rushed into the narrow road extremely agilely and jumped over the courtyard wall. He saw a barbarian punching an old soldier from Yanhui who was guarding the city in the chest, making a dent. The old soldier fell down without a sound and was obviously dead.

Fat Ge's face was swollen like a steamed bun, and he huddled in a corner in fear, holding his head.

Chang Geng saw the old soldier's sword fly several feet away. When the barbarian had his back to him, he took a step forward and picked up the heavy sword in his hand. A thin wisp of steam was emitted from the tail of the heavy sword. It was a "steel armor sword", but unfortunately it had fallen into disrepair and he didn't know if it could still be used.

When the barbarian heard the noise, he immediately turned around clumsily in his heavy armor, and Fatty Ge opened his mouth wide -

Chang Geng twisted the steam support under the steel sword, and the circle of sharp blades on it began to spin with a whimper, mixed with a smell of burning. It was unknown how many parts were broken, and Chang Geng was almost unable to hold it. He shouted and chopped at a big tree next to him.

Although the buzzing steel sword looked like scrap copper and iron, it was very efficient in chopping trees. Before the barbarian could react, the tree fell down with a crash, just in time to hit the barbarian underneath. Chang Geng roared at Ge Pangxiao, "Run!"

The snot and tears on Ge Pang's face became a mess, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Big Brother!"

Before he could express his farewell feelings, the barbarian who was pinned down by the tree suddenly roared, and brazenly split the beam-like wood in half and threw it away. He stared at the two almost unarmed boys in front of him with red eyes like an enraged buffalo.

Chang Geng saw that the matter could not be resolved peacefully, so he simply went into battle.

He took a deep breath, turned sideways, tilted his shoulders slightly, clenched the sword in both hands, and assumed a solid starting stance.

Unfortunately, no matter how solid it was, it was of no use. As soon as he stood still, he heard a "click" and the steel sword was completely stuck. It coughed twice, and a puff of black smoke came out of it, turning it into a ball of real scrap copper and iron.

Fatty Ge took a breath and said, "This, this, this..."

"Go away." Chang Geng said softly to Fatty Ge.

Fat Ge lived up to his reputation as a smart guy. Upon hearing this, he rolled himself into a harmless ball and rolled into the corner, perfectly making way for the venue.

The barbarian roared angrily, intending to use his iron fists to beat the ignorant kid into a meat pie.

Chang Geng bent down the moment the pot-sized iron fist landed on his head, quickly slipped through the gap between the fists, passed by the old soldier's body, lowered his body, and with a twist, he removed the old soldier's steel armor leggings with amazing agility.

At this moment, the sound of wind came from behind. Chang Geng rolled the pair of "steel legs" into his arms, rolled eighteen times on the ground and crawled into the dog hole outside the wall of the house next door. The moment he landed, he kicked his legs and put the pair of steel legs on his feet without thinking twice.

With a loud bang, the flimsy earthen wall of the people's house was smashed to pieces by the barbarian's punch. The earth fell down one after another. The steel legs under Chang Geng's feet sprayed out fine steam with the help of the remaining purple gold at his ankles, which pushed him three meters away at the critical moment.

Chang Geng almost had the illusion that he was floating.

Apart from the iron wrist buckle, this was the first time he wore a piece of steel armor on himself. On the verge of life and death, he barely maintained his balance and grabbed a corner of the remaining courtyard wall.

Fatty Ge screamed: "Be careful——"

The barbarian had already used brute force to push away the jumping bricks. His steel armor made an unbearable hissing sound, and the steam under his feet was like clouds. He was a little surprised that this young man was difficult to deal with. He put away his iron fist, and the gear on his chest turned a circle with a teeth-grinding sound, and the muzzle of the black short cannon was aimed at Chang Geng.

Prepare for a quick victory.

Chang Geng, who had not yet learned how to peacefully coexist with the pair of "Hot Wheels" under his feet, heard a "hum" sound and instinctively leaped forward. His back suddenly felt a burning pain, and the sand splashed from the ground was like steel nails, rolling towards him. He only had time to protect his head with the broken sword.

The people of the Central Plains would never dare to mount a cannon on their chests on their steel armor. A cannon of this power could shatter a person's bones, and only the naturally strong and powerful barbarians would dare to do so. Some people said that the reason why the three major Black Iron Camps were able to sweep across the eighteen tribes of the Northern Barbarians was that they took advantage of the fact that the barbarians were unable to produce their own steel armor. Now that they have got this batch of heavy armor from somewhere, and with the purple gold stretching for thousands of miles under the grassland behind them, will they allow the sheep-like people of the Central Plains to bully them?

The young Chang Geng had no time to think about how terrible this matter was.

Mr. Shen... When General Shen was teaching him how to take care of the steel armor, he once mentioned inadvertently that the space for the short cannon on the steel armor was limited, and the ice pipes used for cooling were not that effective. In order to prevent the person in the armor from being burned, there was a cooling time of about an incense stick for each shot. At this time, the firing port of the short cannon on the steel armor was automatically locked, so he still had room to breathe.

The barbarian yelled in broken Chinese: "Run, little bug! You're scared! Run!"

Chang Geng's eyes darkened, and he slid down the wall like flowing water, then turned around and pounced on the barbarian who was chasing him at high speed.

The barbarian was caught off guard, not expecting him to be so bold, and instinctively used his long sword to chop him. The heavy armor was almost twice as high as the boy's, so there was naturally a blind spot underneath. Chang Geng lay back and dodged the oncoming sword by sticking to the ground. His steel legs rubbed violently against the stone slabs on the ground, and sparks flew.

Chang Geng threw the steel sword that was used to blow out lanterns and draw out wax, and it hit the barbarian on the back. The barbarian dodged instinctively, but at this moment, Chang Geng pressed the iron wrist buckle on his hand, and the poisonous silk in his sleeve swirled out like a poisonous snake, piercing into the barbarian's heavy armor like cutting melons and vegetables.

Chang Geng: “…”

He was just trying his luck and had no idea that the iron wrist buckle that Shen Shiliu casually threw to him to play with would turn out to be such a magical weapon.

The silk in the sleeve pierced through the "gold meridians" of the barbarian's heavy armor, and the sophisticated heavy armor lost power in an instant. In order to prevent the purple gold from leaking and killing the people inside, the heavy armor activated self-protection, and all the joints from the arms to the back were locked in an instant.

At this moment, if the man in the heavy armor had a clear mind, he should take off his armor while half of his body was still able to move, and then kill the enemy - without heavy armor, would a burly barbarian like him be unable to do anything to two half-grown children?

However, although this barbarian had obtained the heavy armor through some method, he obviously had not yet fully mastered this iron monster. The moment the heavy armor was locked, the barbarian inside was stunned first, and his first reaction was to use brute force to fight against the mechanical lock.

How can a mortal body, even if gifted with supernatural powers, resist that heavy armor?

He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Chang Geng acted decisively and took a step forward without hesitation. He exerted maximum force on his steel legs and stomped hard at the golden box near the short cannon on the barbarian's back.

Even with the broken steel legs, if they added more strength, they could chop the stone slab three inches behind into pieces, and the golden box broke with a sound.

However, Chang Geng's steel leg was also broken in the head-on collision. He kicked too hard and part of the force rebounded to his calf. One of his legs was in so much pain that he lost consciousness. He didn't know if it was broken.

Chang Geng gritted his teeth and rolled back on one leg.

At the moment he stepped back, the barbarian's broken golden box exploded, blowing the barbarian's head into a pile of pieces, splattering everywhere.

Chang Geng's body was inevitably splashed with red and white brain matter. He hung one leg and wiped the blood off his face expressionlessly. Amidst the horrible fishy smell, he was not afraid at all.

Maybe Xiuniang was right, he was born a monster.

Fatty Ge actually did not lose his temper at the critical moment. Even though he was shaking like a sieve, his mind was still working. He shouted to Chang Geng, "Brother, let's find a place to hide. I'll take you to my father's cellar!"

Chang Geng had just taken a step forward when he groaned in excruciating pain in his leg and fell to the ground, cold sweat streaming down his face. Seeing this, Fatty Ge ran over without hesitation, shouted, and carried Chang Geng on his back.

Although he was not very old, he had a considerable amount of fat on his body. As he ran, his white fat trembled and Fat Ge also gasped heavily.

Even though he was panting, he swore to be loyal: "Brother, my parents were killed by them. You saved my life, so I will follow you from now on! I will do whatever you tell me to do! Let's kill all these barbarians!"

His voice broke and he started crying when he said the last sentence.

Chang Geng's weak hands could not hold the useless sword, so he had to let it fall to the ground with a dull thud. The muscles in his arms twitched, and at the same time he gave a wolfish smile and said to Ge Pang jokingly, "What do I need you for? To keep you for meat in years of famine?"

Ge Pangxiao: "At least I can still wash your feet..."

At this moment, Chang Geng's ears moved. He heard an ominous "rustling" sound and immediately shouted to Ge Pangxiao: "Shh!"

Ge Pangxiao: "My mother always says that I wash my father's feet very cleanly. The feet I wash for him are whiter than steamed buns..."

The fat boy's voice suddenly stopped. He stopped suddenly and took two steps back tremblingly.

At the end of the path, a barbarian wearing shiny heavy armor slowly walked out.