West Peace Gate.
This is the most inconspicuous of the seven city gates of Yongjing.
It is not as majestic as Nanan Gate, nor as prosperous as East Prosperity Gate. The city gate here is extremely small. On weekdays, it is mostly used to transport grain and vegetables from various Aristocratic Clan nobles, and people are not allowed to enter or exit.
Even if the army comes here, they have to abide by the rules and line up in groups of three or five to enter and exit. There is no way, the city gate is too narrow.
Due to this characteristic and its remote location, the defense of the city was somewhat loose.
But there are very few soldiers today, half of them have been transferred to Nanan Gate.
During the Nanan Gate battle, a master from Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer came. This news spread throughout their city gate army.
Those who were chosen looked unlucky, but those who stayed here to continue guarding West Peace Gate were secretly happy.
Who will attack this corner?
What's more, even if it comes, Yongjing City's troop deployment will come very quickly.
There is also an expert from Foundation Establishment Late Stage who is secretly guarding the city. Even if something happens, he can get there in less than a cup of tea.
The sky is getting dark.
The captain on duty tonight is named Sun, and his name is Sun Desheng. He has the strength of Foundation Establishment, Second Layer and has worked in the City Defense Army for twenty years.
His strength is not strong, but he still has the ability to be vigilant.
At this moment, he was leaning against the wall of the city gate, holding his spear and half-closing his eyes.
The soldiers around him were also sitting in twos and threes, some were chatting in low voices, and some were nibbling dry food.
The war at Nanan Gate had little impact on West Peace Gate.
"Captain," a young soldier came over and lowered his voice, "Nanan Gate hasn't finished fighting over there yet."
Sun Desheng opened his eyes and looked south.
There is a faint light shining in the night sky, which is the light from the collision of Spiritual Power.
"Just fight." He closed his eyes again, "What does it have to do with us?"
The young soldier hesitated for a moment. "Do you want to be on guard?"
"What kind of precautions should we take?" Sun Desheng yawned, "If the birds don't poop in our wretched place, who will come?"
After he finished speaking, he shrank toward the wall and changed into a more comfortable position.
No one noticed that his right hand, which was resting on the barrel of the gun, was trembling slightly.
Not afraid.
It's waiting.
An hour ago, a ray of fire lit up not far outside the city.
That was the secret code he got, which corresponded to opening the city gate at that time.
He worked in the City Defense Army for twenty years, from an ordinary soldier to a captain, receiving the smallest salary and doing the most tiring work.
The royal family did not give him a future, but someone did.
The people from Champion Marquis approached him three months ago, and the price they offered was: after the matter is completed, a Realm-Breaking Origin-Boosting Pill of Lower Profound Grade, three thousand spirit stones, and a fifth-grade military attache position.
He hesitated for a long time.
Sun Desheng's talent has reached its limit when he reaches Foundation Establishment, Second Layer. He has made no progress in nearly ten years, and there are even faint signs of regression in the past two years.
He is a bit old. If he continues like this, he will never reach Foundation Establishment, Third Layer, let alone Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.
Besides, I have been sitting in this position for eight years, and I have thought about promotion three times, but I was rejected three times.
It's not because he's incompetent, it's because he has no backers.
Now, the patron has come and the elixir has been given.
Sun Desheng opened his eyes and took a look at the sky.
The moon has turned to the west, and midnight is approaching.
He stood up and dusted himself off.
"Everyone get up," he said.
The soldiers stood up slowly.
"Captain, what's wrong?"
Sun Desheng did not answer.
He walked to the inside of the city gate and put his hand on the door bolt.
He had been touching the cold ironwood and its rough texture for twenty years, and could feel every crack on it with his eyes closed.
"Open the door," he said.
The soldiers were stunned.
"Captain? Open the city gate? Now?"
"Now." Sun Desheng's voice was very calm, "Reinforcements have arrived outside the city. Open the door to receive them."
The soldiers looked at each other in disbelief, but the military orders were like a mountain. Several people stepped forward and worked together to open the heavy door bolt.
The heavy wooden door slowly opened, making a low creaking sound.
Sun Desheng stood in the center of the doorway, pressing the handle of the knife, looking at the darkness outside the city.
His hands stopped shaking.
Outside the city, in the darkness in the distance, several large horses could be vaguely seen.
Seeing that the city gate was open, the leader gently pinched the horse's belly, and the big horse started to run quickly.
The distance is getting closer and closer, under the light of the city gate, the leader is wearing black armor, with a resolute face and thick eyebrows like swords.
It's not like reinforcements.
How can reinforcements come to these three melons and two dates?
At the city gate, the soldiers were still shouting, "Colonel, I didn't see the reinforcements. Only five or six people came."
Sun Desheng ignored the other party and stood firmly at the gate of the city.
People entered the city, and the leading man was riding a black horse.
There were several people following behind, all wearing battle armor and looking serious.
At a glance, the soldiers on the side could not tell the depth of his cultivation.
Just as he was about to frown and ask, the leader spoke up.
"Captain Sun," his voice was low but clear, "Thank you for your hard work."
Sun Desheng knelt down on one knee and clasped his fists. "The last general welcomes the Marquis!"
The soldiers on the side were stunned when they heard this. Who could the Marquis be at this time?
Champion Marquis, Qin Guan?!
Suddenly, the soldiers were so frightened that their faces turned pale, some of their legs became weak, and a few cleverly turned around and wanted to run away, but as soon as they took a step, they were split in half by Sun Desheng.
The tallest soldier in this group is only Qi Refinement Realm, who poses no threat at all.
Champion Marquis ignored them. Divine Sense scanned and found a Foundation Establishment Late Stage hiding not far away.
Wang Ji is the gatekeeper, and is also the highest combat power of the City Defense Army.
Different from Han Zhang, Wang Ji is responsible for guarding the two gates West Peace Gate and West Straight Gate.
Wang Ji's strength is relatively weak, only Foundation Establishment, Seventh Layer, so the two they guard are the smallest gates of Yongjing City.
It is difficult for the army to pour in even if they are all opened.
Therefore, everyone subconsciously believed that these two gates would not be attacked by the army.
But just now, he noticed an extremely secret investigation sweeping over him.
If it wasn't for the intense war situation, he might have thought it was an illusion, but at this moment, he had to go out and check it out.
But as soon as Wang Ji showed up, he saw a man with a resolute face appearing in the small courtyard where he was resting.
Wang Ji frowned and was about to scold him when he suddenly realized that he couldn't see through the other person.
I immediately realized something was wrong, but by then it was too late.
Champion Marquis Qin Guan stretched out his palm, slightly raised his hand to his chest and then slowly pressed it down.
Wang Ji instantly felt that he was enveloped by a wave of Spiritual Power. He looked up and saw a huge palm print of Spiritual Power quickly gathering.
It flew toward him at an extremely fast speed. It was still incomplete when it first started moving, but by the time it reached its front and back, it had already formed a complete hand.
The last thought that flashed in Wang Ji's mind was, how come you can even see your fingerprints?!
From the perspective of Qin Guan, the big palm is already astonishingly powerful when it is formed.
The palm of his hand slapped Wang Ji who looked shocked at a very fast speed.
That Wang Ji was slapped into a pulp before he even realized what happened.
Even the house with its small courtyard was crushed by a palm.
The loud noise woke up several households next door, but when they peeked through the window, they didn't dare to say anything, and they didn't even dare to light the oil lamp.
Qin Guan Several people behind him looked at each other and suppressed the shock in their eyes.
Among them, except for the old man in gray robe who is Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer, they are all in the late seventh to eighth levels.
With such strength, he couldn't stop the Marquis' attack.
The palm technique of this move falling from the sky is so powerful. Could it be Marquis Residence's unparalleled earth-level martial arts - Colossal Spirit Palm?
After Qin Guan finished, he clapped his hands and looked in the direction of Imperial City.
Divine Sense of the Half-Step Golden Core Realm is already large enough to cover half of Yongjing City, but Imperial City is isolated by a strange thing.
Imperial City There are no masters hiding outside, so you can rest assured.
The only thing that makes Qin Guan feel something is wrong is: Then Zhou Qi is not outside the city? Why couldn't Divine Sense scan him just now?
But Qin Guan gave up this idea in an instant. This place is not a good place, and we must act quickly.
"This beheading operation needs to be carried out quickly, start now!" Qin Guan looked at Imperial City and said.