Su Ding, male, from a military family, hereditary family.

He is now thirty-six years old.

He is extremely powerful and good at swordsmanship. He once cut a Tartar.

Su Ding was shocked when he heard the news from Ye Busuo Zhang Heizi, saying that Qingshandun was facing the Qing army. One of them was named He Xuan. When he killed twelve Twelve Tartars, he was shocked. His first reaction at that time was that he couldn't believe it. However, his subordinates were also familiar with Zhang Heizi and knew that Zhang Heizi was reliable.

So, Su Ding immediately decided to come to Qingshandun to take a look. If he really killed twelve Tartars, then... it would be really amazing.

The heads of the twelve Tartars!

According to the Ming Dynasty, if a hundred families like him can kill twelve Tartars, then he can also be promoted to one level and a half level. He is the sixth rank, and it will be no difficulty at all when he is promoted to a fifth rank general.

After he stepped into Qingshandun, he first asked, "Who is He Xuan?"

He Xuan smiled and stood up: "Mr. Su, I am He Xuan."

"You are He Xuan?" Su Ding frowned. In his imagination, there were really warriors who could kill twelve Qing soldiers, all of whom were nine feet tall, big and round waist, strong figure, and horse racing on his arms. But looking at He Xuan, he was only more than six feet tall and looked a little thin. Can such a person kill twelve Qing soldiers?

This is simply a joke.

He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of suspicion.

However, Su Ding was a silencer and was also a calm person: "You said that you killed twelve Qing soldiers, where are the heads of those Qing soldiers?"

He Xuan said to He Maming: "Premended the heads of the Qing soldiers."

In Qingshandun, there are many soldiers who have their own unique skills.

Zhang Heizi is the best at night, and is good at detectives.

He Maming, a middle-aged man in his forties, is good at cutting his head and marinating his head with lime. The superior is afraid that the subordinate is killing good people and making achievements. He also formulated a rule while calculating the title of his head. All heads need to be sent to the capital for inspection.

He Maming nodded and soon delivered his head.

Su Ding Su Baihu waved his hand and a close friend who was good at checking the head level, so he ran to check the head level. After a while, the close friend ran back and whispered in Su Baihu's ear: "Sir, I've tested it carefully. My hair is not a newly shaved one. Look at the teeth, these twelve are all real Tartars. Moreover, two of them are actually Baiboyala soldiers, the most elite group of Qing soldiers."

Su Ding looked at He Xuan as if he was not like a tall and powerful warrior at all, and he had already doubted the authenticity of this matter. However, after hearing that his subordinates had tested their heads and came up with such a result, he couldn't help but be stunned and looked at the twelve heads carefully. The more he looked, the more he became more and more real, it was not a fake at all, and the more he looked, the happier he became.

With his subordinates making such contributions, he would have to advance to the higher level of official rank.

"Okay, okay, okay." Su Ding Su Baihu looked at He Xuan with eager eyes: "You killed these twelve Tartars by yourself. OK, okay, okay, you really are a young man. You really are brave."

He looked at He Xuan with admiration.

On the border, it is really rare to fight like He Xuan!

One man killed twelve Tartars, including two Baihuayala soldiers, and he seemed to be injured at all.

The ancient generals, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, who were killing generals in the formation, were nothing more than that.

He decided to treat He Xuan well and win over He Xuan. At the critical moment, he might be able to save his life.

At this moment, He Xuan bowed his hands: "During this battle, the small flag beams of Qingshandun also fought with me, but unfortunately died at the hands of the Tartars. It's a pity."

When Su Ding heard this, he couldn't help but wonder. Liang Tong was his direct subordinate. He had seen him many times and knew that he was greedy for life and feared death. When he met twelve Tartars, he would definitely hide in the Qingshan Dune and refused to go out. Go out and fight to the death? Then he died? It's so strange that this matter is, it's probably another reason.

However, Su Baihu did not intend to pursue the investigation.

Liang Tong, just an ordinary little flag, was not close to him.

But He Xuan is a powerful general who can knock down twelve Tartars. Which one is more worthy of winning is to know without thinking.

He shook his head: "It's a pity that Liang Tong was so brave. However, if he died in order to kill the Tartars, the court would not treat him unfairly."

As soon as he said this, he immediately made a point of contentment, and Liang Tong died in order to kill the Tartars.

"He Xuan, your skills are so powerful, but your family's unique skills?" Su Baihu held He Xuan's hand and said very kindly.

He Xuan was pulled by him a little strangely. When he looked at the eager eyes of Su Baihu, he would not be a gay man, so he had to stay away from him. He was originally thinking about answering the questions of the Baihu, but then he thought that if he could be arguing, he would be arguing with others, which would be of negative emotions, so why not make a profit?

"I have any unique skills in my family. Besides, practicing martial arts is not easy. For example, the force that can kill twelve Qing soldiers is not available casually."

As soon as these words were said, everyone looked at He Xuan with resentful eyes.

Such a martial arts value can be easily obtained, which is simply a joke.

"Received negative emotions from Suding, +5."

"Received negative emotions from Zhang Heizi, +4."

"Received negative emotions from Shi Wei, +5."

"Received negative emotions from Niu Ming, +4."

"Received negative emotions from Zhang Ba, +5."

After brushing, there were more than 20 tips at once. Although the negative emotions that each person absorbed were only four or five points, the number of people was that they had won, so they gathered about one hundred points of negative emotions.

Su Ding felt embarrassed. Although he had negative emotions, there was not much change on the surface: "Hahaha, it is not easy to practice martial arts like yours. Maybe this is a gift. We are just ordinary people and can't practice them no matter how hard they are."

"Oh, is this the difference between ordinary people and geniuses? The talents of you ordinary people are limited, pitiful."

As soon as He Xuan said something, he saw the faces of the people next to him turning darker.

"Received negative emotions from Suding, +5."

"Received negative emotions from Zhang Heizi, +4."

"Received negative emotions from Shi Wei, +5."

"Received negative emotions from Niu Ming, +4."

"Received negative emotions from Zhang Ba, +5."
Chapter completed!