Back Off, Let Me Come

"Shen Lu, watch out!"

Shen Tang held a bloody head in his hand.

The head was mostly deformed and sunken, and the exploded eyeballs hung outside the eye sockets, which looked very scary. If the maid was here, she might be able to recognize some residual familiarity after a few careful looks. Isn't the owner of this head the messenger?

As soon as the voice fell, a loud and long whale chant sounded in the sky.

But in an instant, the shadow of a giant humpback whale quietly emerged in the sky. In the blink of an eye, it turned from transparent to solid, and the flippers of the humpback whale swung gracefully in the waves, just blocking more boulders that were about to fall. The maid who saw this scene stared for a long time and forgot to move while lying in the ruins. Until she heard a scream from the crowded refugee group: "My son——"

"Please save my son——"

"Don't push anymore!"

The woman's sharp voice was quickly swallowed up by the noisy environment.

The maid endured the discomfort and looked in the direction of the sound.

Just one look made her limbs go limp with fear.

A woman was pushed forward by the crowd, and she tried desperately to grab a child not far away. Looking at the child again, he was not very old, and still looked like a teenager. In the face of chaos, he did not cry or make a fuss, and did not even respond to the woman.

The child could not respond either.

His whole face was squeezed purple, and blood was flowing from all seven orifices. His outstretched hands were raised high in a twisted and weird posture. The body moved forward with the slowly crawling crowd, up and down, up and down. Until the explosion happened again, the crowd was squeezed again in panic, and the boy completely "sank", and I don't know how many feet trampled him into meat paste.

A good living person was pushed and squeezed to death.

There were also refugees in the crowd shouting "Don't squeeze anymore", but it had little effect. The screams continued, and everyone was fleeing in a panic. He tried to push the crowd forward with both hands, hoping to go faster, for fear that he would lose his life if he was a step slower.

The maid took a breath and climbed up.

"These thieves..."

She could see that the strange fish in the sky was blocking the boulders thrown in by the catapults, and she didn't know how long it could hold out. If it couldn't hold out, the boulders would hit the crowd directly, and no one here would survive! A strong hatred surged in her heart.

It was not the first time she had escaped from the war, nor was it the first time she had faced chaos, but it was the first time she had seen traitors attacking the city and targeting the fleeing common people. This was more hateful than massacring the city!

Warlords massacred the city mostly for money, and killing was secondary.

The scene in front of her was for killing.

How could an unarmed ordinary person withstand such an attack?

The maid didn't care about hatred, and wiped the blood mixed with mud and sand near her eyes with the back of her hand, enduring the severe pain and trying to move her body. The strong desire to survive made her forget the severe pain temporarily, and the blood in her body was boiling, and there was only one thought in her mind-stay alive!

But--

Can she really survive?

The number of boulders in the sky has obviously increased, and the coverage area has expanded. The strange big fish alone cannot completely block it. A "slippery fish" happened to fall a few feet away from her. The morale attached to the surface of the boulder exploded the moment it came into contact with the ground, and the strong air wave blew her back. When the maid regained consciousness, she despaired to find that her right leg could not move at all.

At this moment, she wished she had a knife in her hand.

Cut it down with a knife, break the leg to survive, and maybe she can still survive.

"I, I just want to live..." The maid saw another boulder about to fall from the gap in the ruins above, and endless despair filled her heart. The light and shadow of the first half of her life flashed rapidly in front of her eyes, and finally turned into a whisper, "Mom——"

Bang——

The explosion was deafening.

But her consciousness did not fall into the expected darkness.

The strong white light penetrated the gap and pierced her so that she could hardly open her eyes.

In a trance, she seemed to see cracks all over the surface of the boulder in the white light, and it was broken into pieces and crushed into powder. The strong light caused her temporary blindness, and everything in front of her was white. When her vision regained other colors, she saw a sword blade penetrate the gap in the ruins and fly upwards, and the "prison" that trapped her was opened. The owner of the sword tightly held a beautiful face.

The other party asked her: "Can you get up?"

The maid shook her head instinctively: "I can't get up, my..."

A collapsed stone wall pressed down on her right leg.

Even if the wall was pushed away, her leg was crushed into a piece and could never be healed again. With this injury, she would not survive.

The maid saw that the other party's dark pupils moved a little.

Her eyes fell on the injured leg, as if thinking.

The maid did not dare to guess what the other party was thinking at the moment - be kind and give her a sword so that she would not be so painful; be cruel and leave her to wait for death to come. It seems to be inhumane, but it is very common on the battlefield. Not to mention a commoner like her, even if a soldier was seriously injured, he would be abandoned by his comrades because this was the best solution.

She understood it, but she didn't want to die like this.

The maid stretched out her weak right hand, and her palm touched the cold metal on the other's boots. This coldness made her sober a little bit as her consciousness gradually blurred due to excessive blood loss. She didn't know what she said: "Mom...save me, save me..."

In a trance, she seemed to really smell the fragrance of her mother.

Her mother gave her a life when she gave birth to her, and gave her another life when she fled the city last time...

"Go to sleep, it's all over when you wake up."

The familiar voice has the power to soothe people's hearts.

The biting cold wind turned into a warm and gentle wind in an instant, wrapping her whole body. She couldn't help but relax her tense heartstrings, and endless sleepiness came over her. The warm sea water rocked her from east to west, from south to north, and there were soft whispers in her ears.

In a trance, it seemed to return to that hot childhood.

She curled up, with a thin blanket covering her stomach, and her head resting on her mother's thin legs. She didn't sleep well, and occasionally she would roll off her legs, but there would always be a dry and warm palm just right to hold her face and let her move back to her original position.

She waved a palm leaf fan to help her dispel the scorching heat.

"Mama, this side is under control for the time being."

The crowd was really hard to control, and Gong Xichou simply used his own power to suppress the crowd directly, so that they could not continue to push forward. The soldiers who came had already begun to disperse the crowd. The fleeing common people did not recognize the guards' attire, and thought that they were the guards in the city. In order not to cause greater panic, they had to acquiesce.

We can't let the common people know that they are the ones attacking the city.

Wouldn't that scare them to death?

"Yes, yes, folks, don't panic..."

"That's right, all the bandits have been blocked outside the city..."

"Our general is so brave, how can the enemy compare to him?"

Perhaps these shouts worked, or perhaps the sound of the earthquake and explosion faded away, or perhaps there were no more boulders falling from the sky, the crowd's emotions were finally calmed down, and they began to cooperate with the soldiers' command. Shen Tang stood on the height of the ruins and glanced at the dark sea of ​​people below, and the breath that was suffocating in her heart finally eased.

She asked Gong Xichou: "Is the garrison commander dead?"

Gong Xichou said: "He committed suicide when he was caught."

Shen Tang sneered: "He died quickly!"

When the box of corrupt heads was received, the morale of the army was high, and Shen Tang directly turned over the table to attack the city. Although the garrison commander in the city had the advantage of a high city and deep moat, he could not withstand the high military strength of Shen Tang's side, and the city wall barrier did not last long and shattered. Shen Tang and his men went directly to the city to fight and cut down the big flag. After resisting for a while, the enemy found that they could not defeat them and ordered the catapults in the city to turn around.

"The deputy general has caught him. He is afraid of death."

When he was caught, he kept shouting that he was wronged and said that the catapults turned around and threw stones because of the order of the royal envoy.

Gong Xichou asked where the envoy was now.

The deputy general said that the envoy created chaos to achieve the purpose of containment and ran away in the chaos. However, the deputy general also revealed that the envoy was a eunuch who was used by the king of Qi State and a castrated warrior.

Based on this feature, it should be possible to catch someone.

"Is it a eunuch? Rare."

"Yes, it is indeed rare."

The Wudan warrior has strong personal strength and his talent can be seen at an early age. The possibility of him becoming a eunuch is extremely low. The royal court does not want to raise a bomb that will retaliate at any time. The selection of eunuchs serving in the inner court will be cautious again and again. Only poor boys with no talent can be castrated. Occasionally, there are fish that slip through the net, and they are not talented, and the martial energy they cultivate can only make people stronger.

However, there are always exceptions.

The envoy is obviously one of them.

According to the captured deputy general, the envoy is also a seventh-class official, one of the confidants of the King of Qi. In recent years, he has been promoted step by step by helping the king to extort money. He likes to abuse power, take human lives lightly, and kill many loyal ministers and righteous men of Qi.

"Catch him back, strip him naked and torture him."

Shen Tang decided the life and death of this person in a few words.

"Okay, torture! Mama, who are you holding?" Gong Xichou saw Shen Tang holding something in one hand from a distance. Looking closer, he confirmed that it was a woman with a broken right leg.

The wound on the right leg was as neat as a mirror.

From the remaining martial energy, it can be seen who cut it.

The woman's facial features were covered with sand and blood, and her original appearance could not be seen. Gong Xichou thought she was an acquaintance of Shen Tang. Even though she was unconscious, she did not forget to move closer to the latter's arms and refused to let go.

"I don't know her. She's a refugee."

"Refugee? What's special about her?" The entire inner city was in chaos. There were countless refugees waiting for rescue buried under the ruins. Why would Mama come here to save a refugee alone? With her temper, it is more likely that she would save whoever is closer, right?

Shen Tang: "... You are quite long-winded."

Gong Xichou's eyes widened a little: "... Mama?"

Shen Tang sighed: "That's the voice."

She heard someone shouting "Mama" in the ruins, and after rescuing the person, she found that it was not "Mama" but "Mom".

"Speaking of which, Gong Xichou, I don't think I have asked you why the Gongxi clan calls young women "Mama"? "

This question is actually a bit boring and inappropriate.

But Gong Xichou has always responded to her requests - well, there is no room for negotiation except burying her back in the coffin.

He pointed at his mouth, opened it, and made the shape of "mama": "This is very simple. When a baby is just born, it is very fragile and cannot express its needs with words. It can only pronounce "mama" naturally. As long as it is called, the baby's heart will be at peace and away from hunger and discomfort. The ancestors prayed to God in difficult times, and God responded. Isn't this a kind of care?"

"So... you are actually calling God mother?"

Every time he said Mama, it was mother?

Shen Tang knew for the first time that he had been a mother for many years.

Gong Xichou was shocked and surprised that Mama's understanding ability was more magical than his: "How could it be? Mama is God."

Mama means God in the Gongxi clan. It is used to refer to young women because they have the ability to create life. In the language of the Gongxi clan, young women are mortal gods trapped in the flesh. He thought Mama knew this.

Shen Tang: "..."

The meanings understood by the two people are indeed very different.

Gong Xiqiu came closer and said quietly: "Didn't Mama realize that I don't call everyone 'Mama'..."

This word is an honorific and refers to "god".

Of course not just anyone can abuse it.

Shen Tang: "..."

She recalled carefully, and it was really like this.

Gong Xiqiu mostly calls Bai Su and the others by their professional titles. Those without professional titles are called "Nvjun", "Girl", "Nvniang", or both by their first and last names. At that time, I thought that Gong Xiqiu just chose to follow the local customs, but I didn't expect that people could actually tell the difference clearly.

"...Why does the high priest never shout?"

Gong Xiqiu would change his name to "Your Highness" in public situations, such as when discussing official matters. At other times, he would go his own way. Jimo Qiu always used "Your Highness". Is there any point in this?

Gong Xiqiu found this question puzzling.

"My eldest brother is the high priest, a divine servant who serves God in a legitimate manner. He can call you His Highness directly. Why does he use a pronoun?"

Shen Tang: "...I don't really understand the difference between the two."

Gong Xiqiu gave an inappropriate example.

"This is like the secular world. The main wife can legitimately call her husband "husband", but the concubines cannot, and their status is lacking."

Shen Tang held back a complaint for a long time.

"...Your metaphor is too inappropriate!"

To put it another way, what kind of winter-burning combination is this? ? ?

Gong Xiqiu obviously did not fully understand Shen Tang's point: "Isn't this a good metaphor? But in the secular world, there is no girl who has one girl and two husbands and let the two husbands divide the size... He said what Brother He Xin said... Their example Not quite the match.”

all in all--

"I just lacked the status of a high priest." He pursed his lips and once again expressed his dissatisfaction, "I still don't understand why God likes the eldest brother more than me. We look alike, and we are older. He is younger and can speak better than he does.”

If the high priest had chosen him back then...

He is definitely the best dancer among all the high priests!

"He was born first? I'd say that with a grain of salt."

Gong Xiqiu owes this mouth...

If he hadn't been strong, he would have been killed long ago.

Shen Tang handed the rescued woman to the wounded soldier camp, when she encountered a problem - the woman held on to her sleeve and refused to let go. Between cutting off his sleeves and taking off his clothes, Shen Tang chose the latter.

Take off your coat and be free again.

Before leaving, he did not forget to tell the military doctor on duty in this tent: "I cut off her leg. When she wakes up, remember to tell her that there is still a chance that the leg will grow back and let her recover well."

Only when you recover from your injuries can you have a chance to be as healthy as before.

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I don’t know if you guys have paid attention to that outrageous serial rectification recently. I thought it was funny, but this recent development is a bit worrying. Big Data keeps pushing posts that create anxiety... Look at the length of the post. Guilty.

PS: Every time Xiaopoyou comes out of the circle, he is unexpected.

"I resisted, but I was fighting DPS!" "What do you want to do?" The group card is a lightning protection, can't you play Jianwang 3? "Yes, I want to attract more people to join the group." I am convinced that true love is Jian Wang San.

PS: Is this what it feels like to be an NPC? Online gaming and e-sports stories come into reality.