Back Off, Let Me Come

Bad news…

The soldier who reported the news hesitated and hesitated, with a troubled expression on his face.

Cui Zhi, who looked tired and weak on one side, took a deep breath, secretly suppressing the discomfort caused by the backlash of his breath. The high ring wall that blocked the fire was created by him. Gong Xiqiu probably saw something, and used it to fight back against Zhong Li. time to destroy.

Cui Zhi single-handedly blocked the backlash and prevented other scribes from suffering. In order not to show weakness in front of the leader of Qi State, he forced himself to pretend that nothing happened, but in fact, his blood and energy were surging, and his literary energy was flowing backwards. His injuries were not serious, but they were not minor either. He would have to rest for a few days. He said sternly: "If you have anything to say, just say it. Things are changing rapidly in front of the battle. Do you want to delay the military situation by being secretive?"

The soldier could only close his eyes and tell the bad news cruelly.

The bad news is-

The original terrain of the granary was destroyed and now it has become a depression.

The perfect expression of the leader of Qi State finally showed some cracks, and she asked in disbelief: "Juze?"

The Allied forces had long been prepared for Kang's sneak attack on the granary and divided the grain into several portions and placed them in different areas. No matter which place it is, it cannot be Juze. The so-called Juze is a place where water plants gather. Another more popular name is swamp. In order to ensure that the grain does not deteriorate, the granary must be moisture-proof and leak-proof and be built in a dry and ventilated place.

Will the granary be located in Jize?

It won't take a few days for the food and grass baggage to become moldy and wormy.

The soldier can only briefly explain the cause and effect.

While the soldiers and horses of Kang State were pretending to be magic in the Allied camp to attract attention, another mysterious division came to sneak attack on the granary.

Cui Zhi asked: "Luohou didn't stop him even though he was in charge?"

That granary also had a 19th-level Guannei Hou whose strength was similar to Gongyang Yongye's. He only arrived in the past two days. No matter how powerful the intelligence on Kang Guo's side was, it was impossible for him to know that this person existed. Pick a sneak attack when the opponent is around?

If the state of Kang dares to send people over, the Lord of Hell will dare to accept them!

The soldier's strength was mediocre and he was not qualified to intervene in a battle of that level, so he only knew the result of that battle and did not know the specific process. According to the information he knew, the 19th-level Guannai Marquis also had to bear a large responsibility for the granary becoming a Jize.

The corners of Qi's mouth twitched fiercely.

After hearing this, she could only suppress her anger of accountability.

"I wonder where Luohou is?"

Cui Zhi understood her temperament and how angry she was in her heart, so he took the initiative to get up and take the hard work. He personally contacted the Luo Hou to find out the specific cause and effect, and also dispatched manpower to deal with this batch of grain and grass to see if he could save something.

Timely rescue and treatment can recover most of the losses.

At dawn, the sky turned white, and the chaos in the camp completely subsided. Cui Zhi rushed to the granary. The soil at the foot of the granary became moister and softer. Not to mention the baggage cart, even if a person stood on it, he would sink into the mud without even realizing it, up to his ankles.

Allied soldiers rolled out the baggage trains while laying the ground.

Cui Zhi got off the carriage and raised his hand to refuse help.

Literary scholars also have a lot of words and spirits that can lift their spirits and lighten their bodies, ensuring that he will act as usual in this depression and will not suddenly fall into the mud and be unable to extricate himself. It took him a long while before he saw the destination of his trip.

"Rohou."

The man called "Luo Hou" is a middle-aged commoner, with a standard sword-shaped eyebrow and a Chinese character face, and his whole body is upright and upright. When he opens his eyes to look at people, he reveals a pair of upper-centered pupils, which gives people a sense of indifference and world-weariness, and makes him feel déjà vu.

Cui Zhi called him, but he only moved his eyes slightly.

When Cui Zhi approached, the middle-aged commoner's eyes fell on the other party's clothes. The robes of scribes are different from those of warriors. The latter prefer tight-fitting clothes with narrow sleeves, while scribes are as elegant as they are elegant. The wide sleeves of the robe are standard, and the hem can often cover the instep, or even go beyond the instep, until it touches the floor. Cui Zhi's outfit is no exception. He can only carry the hem of his clothes awkwardly when walking.

However, his upbringing and habits engraved in his bones made him unaccustomed to directly exposing his feet, and the range of lifting was limited, so the hem of his clothes was still stained with mud and water until dark marks appeared. Cui Zhichong, a middle-aged commoner, bowed to the younger generation, and the latter nodded slightly.

Then?

Then he ignored him.

Cui Zhi looked at the chaotic scene around him: "Which powerful enemy came yesterday and could cause so much damage in your hands?"

Mentioning the opponent, the middle-aged commoner gave a reaction.

"A living skeleton, a foul-mouthed monkey."

The indifferent look on the middle-aged man's face finally became a little rough, and his furrowed brows were filled with uncontrollable disgust. It was obvious that what happened last night was not very pleasant. He had been living in seclusion for so many years, and as soon as he came out of the mountain, he was taught a lesson by two young people, which naturally made him feel uncomfortable. The commoner middle-aged man can only say ugly things first.

"I'm afraid the opponent this time will be difficult to resist."

Cui Zhi was surprised: "Why do you say that?"

The middle-aged man in common clothes said: "Because that living skeleton is the form of the old leader of the Eternal Life Sect. The two have similar auras. The one last night may have something to do with him."

Cui Zhi: "..."

The middle-aged commoner said reluctantly: "I lost to that man back then and was forced to agree to his unreasonable request. If the living skeleton yesterday was his, it would be difficult for me to do this."

His seclusion was not entirely voluntary.

Gongyang Yongye was disheartened and lived in seclusion, but he hit the iron plate of Weicheng. After being seriously injured and surviving, he was still being bitten by his enemies and dared not show up easily. This time, he agreed to let Cui Zhi come to help, partly because of the relationship between the two ancestors - this relationship was enough for him to take action, but not enough for him to fight desperately - and partly because he was a high-level member of the Eternal Life Sect...

If Weicheng was on the opposite side, he would have to stop.

Not because the other party was the leader, but because he cherished his life.

Since Weicheng's uncle and nephew disappeared, the Eternal Life Sect, which was already in chaos, has become even more chaotic, and the high-level forces are complicated. The middle-aged man in plain clothes is one of the elders of the Eternal Life Sect. He is a thug surrendered by Weicheng himself. He does not obey Weicheng and even wants Weicheng to die, but he can't beat him... This is very infuriating.

Cui Zhi sighed and said, "I know this."

The middle-aged man in common clothes took out a scroll that was a little old from his bosom, but the ink on it was new. The content was all the intelligence collected from the fight with the enemy yesterday. The opponent's appearance, strength, realm, strengths and weaknesses were all written on it. Cui Zhi could discuss with the allied forces to formulate a targeted layout, which was somewhat useful.

From this intelligence, Cui Zhi also knew why Ju Ze came.

"If the allied forces want to win, the scholar must be killed."

The middle-aged man in common clothes thought of his experience last night, and his face became a little more sour. It was obviously a very unpleasant experience...

"Scholar?"

"Yeah."

This matter started a few hours ago.

Since receiving the message from Cui, he rushed all the way to the granary. The middle-aged man in common clothes was low-key, hated to communicate with others, and spent most of his time in his exclusive tent meditating and practicing. Late last night, he keenly noticed the unusual movement in the direction of the allied camp.

The scout sent back the news, proving that his perception was correct.

All the soldiers stationed in the granary were mobilized and on alert.

However, another allied general felt that this move was a bit of an overreaction. Not to mention that the granary was divided into several locations, each location was a secret among secrets. Even if the enemy knew, how could they have the spare energy to attack the granary when they attacked the main camp?

Night attacks often streamline the troops.

However, the allied generals did not dare to challenge him.

It was as easy for the 19th-level Guannei Hou to kill him as it was for cattle and sheep.

As time passed, many fires broke out in the direction of the main camp, and the scouts sent back worse news. The allied generals could not sit still and wanted to ask for orders to lead troops to support the main camp, but they were strongly suppressed by the middle-aged man in plain clothes, and in return they received a contemptuous sneer from the other party.

[You are also a clay Buddha crossing the river and can't protect yourself, and you still want to lead troops to help other places? Save your own life first. 】

The safety of the granary is more important.

How could the allied generals not know this truth?

But he was more worried about another thing.

The allied forces' food and grass were all centrally managed, but the dispatch of troops was the responsibility of each party. He knew exactly what Qi State had done before the meeting. You State was destroyed by Qi State without offending Qi State, and Qi State's wolfish ambitions were obvious to all. What he didn't understand was that there were powerful soldiers in the camp, and the enemy number was only a thousand people. How could it be so easy to cause such a big commotion?

Unless someone deliberately relaxed their vigilance, let the wolf into the house, and use Kang State to wear down the future enemy and current ally's troops.

From this perspective, everything seems to make sense.

Do you believe that Kang State's thousands of ambushes can put pressure on the allied forces? Haha, he might as well believe that there is an insider!

Once the suspicion arises, it is difficult to dispel it.

The middle-aged commoner still obstructed him in every way, which aggravated his dissatisfaction.

This batch of food and grass is said to be the food and grass of the allied forces, but it is actually the food and grass of Qi State. Whether there is a loss or not will not affect his country, but his country has sent elite troops to the alliance this time. This group of elite camps happened to be at the outermost periphery, where the enemy attacked by surprise!

With this feeling, the general was reluctant to patrol the camp.

As a result, this general won the jackpot.

The wind was blowing, and the warhorse was frightened and neighed.

As soon as he saw this formation, he knew something was wrong. The allied general clamped his legs around the warhorse's belly, tightened the reins, and shouted in a low voice to exude power, forcibly suppressing the commotion around him: [Be alert! ]

As soon as the voice fell, a black light slashed from the top of his head.

No matter how fast the general reacted, he was still a step slower. He was hit head-on by the sudden blast of air, and both the man and the horse flew back several feet. The horse's hooves dragged four long marks on the ground. With the help of the general's horse-riding technique, he barely stabilized his body.

The other soldiers were not so lucky.

Those who were close to the center of the black light had their bodies hard to find. Those who were a little further away had their internal organs shattered by the air wave. Those who were further away had time to use their martial arts to defend themselves and saved their lives. The farthest ones were just blown to the ground. When the dust faded, they quickly gathered.

"There is an enemy attack--"

The Wuzu sent the information as soon as possible.

The moment the fireworks bloomed in the sky, the first to react were not the soldiers stationed in the granary, but the enemy soldiers dressed in black!

At this time, the general also saw who was attacking him.

As he saw it clearly, the hair on his back exploded.

That was not a living person!

Under the helmet was a crystal clear pink skull, with two clusters of flames jumping in the original eye sockets, and the rest of the position was covered by dark and mighty military armor. He rode a bone horse under his crotch, holding a large sword more than one person tall in his hand, with a circle of golden copper rings on the back of the knife. When this person raised his hand, the copper rings on the back of the knife collided with each other, making a crisp and creepy sound, which even made the soul uncomfortable!

This enemy——

Could it be that he came out of the Hades Palace?

These thoughts flashed through his mind in a flash.

Finally, the fear of the unknown was suppressed by the will to fight, and he drew out his sword: [No matter if you are a human or a ghost, I will chop you up and cook you into soup! ]

The skeleton general laughed strangely.

[Cooking soup? Ha, you frog in the well, you are so arrogant! ]

Accompanied by a sharp explosion, the general concentrated all his strength and chopped it out, hitting the skeleton enemy head-on. The skeleton general did not dodge or evade, but raised his hand to take the blow head-on. It seemed like a light move, not only tore the general's attack, but also had enough strength to counterattack, shaking the general's chest and abdomen, and the blood and qi in his chest and abdomen rolled, and the sweet and fishy smell surged up.

There was only horror and fear in his heart.

He couldn't see through the enemy's strength, and knew that there was a gap between the two sides, but he didn't expect the gap to be so big! His intuition told him that he had to run in the next attack, otherwise he would be in danger of his life! The instinct for survival did not overcome his heart, so he chose to attack for the second time!

The warhorse galloped like a meteor towards the enemy coming in the same direction!

There is no retreat, no death!

He roared, completely released his restraints, and urged his martial energy to pour out wildly, exceeding his physical limit in an instant. He concentrated all his strength and threw it out at the moment of the collision between the two sides! At the moment of the fight, he realized that he was shaking the mountains!

The skeleton general's warhorse did not stop for a step, but he and the warhorse were like a kite with a broken string, flying backwards in the opposite direction!

He smashed a deep pit on the ground with his horse and dragged out a gully.

The skeleton general was ready to harvest heads with his next blow.

But the knife never fell.

The knife was forced to stop in mid-air.

The middle-aged man in plain clothes picked up the skeleton general and took two steps forward. The energy of heaven and earth gathered towards him wildly, and instantly turned into an inconspicuous martial armor: [Killing people in front of me? Who do you think you are? ]

The skeleton general opened and closed his mouth.

He asked tentatively: [Nineteenth-class Guannei Hou? ]

The middle-aged man in plain clothes said: [That's right, don't show off your strength to embarrass yourself, right? Get out, I'll spare your life! ]

The skeleton general sneered: [Do you have a name? ]

He raised the big knife in his hand.

As his breath poured into the blade, a bunch of illusory skeleton ghosts lay on the back of the blade, showing a provocative and ferocious smile to the middle-aged man in plain clothes. Apart from other things, this scene was quite scary. He said: [I am Gongshu Banbu, and I will not kill nameless ghosts with my sword! ]

The middle-aged man in plain clothes: […]

The young man is not only weak, but also has a big mouth.

But he still gave a simple reply: [Luo Yuan. ]

The skeleton general seemed very surprised by his identity.

[Luo Yuan? Are you Luo Benfu? ]

The skeleton general shouted out his identity, and Luo Yuan was even more alert.

When he became famous, he did not use the name Luo Yuan. As time passed, it was reasonable that no one could recognize him. Those who could recognize him were either enemies or had some relationship with the former leader Wei Cheng. No matter which one it is, it gives Luo Yuan a headache...

This kid must not be kept alive!

If you can kill him, try to root him out!

Luo Yuan had the killing intention, and the skeleton generals also noticed it.

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