Back Off, Let Me Come

"you ask me?"

The visitor turned his head and glanced at Gong Shuwu.

The sharp long nails pointed at themselves.

The scarlet and turbid eyes looked a bit stupid.

For some unknown reason, Gong Cheng didn't take action, but just looked at the stranger who suddenly intervened warily. I originally thought that the person coming was a military commander under Shen Tang's tent, but judging from the second uncle's reaction, they didn't know each other. In this case, why did this person appear so promptly?

Gong Shuwu couldn't answer the question "Comer".

"Of course I want to ask my benefactor."

The person's aura was stronger than his own but not as good as Gong Cheng's.

But judging from the fact that he can take Gong Cheng's move without being counterattacked, this person's strength is at least a sixteenth-level great master, or even a seventeenth-level chariot commander. There is no reason for a brave warrior with such strength to remain unknown. The other party also saved him, he was a friend rather than an enemy.

The visitor said: "Soldiers from the Pioneer Battalion."

Brother Six said that he is now considered a pony.

Both Gong Shuwu and Gong Cheng fell into a strange silence.

A brave warrior with such strength is just a low-ranking soldier in the vanguard camp? Gong Shuwu was glad that he no longer had flesh and blood, otherwise he would definitely be blushing and ashamed at this moment. What kind of eyes did he have that could not detect such a powerful person?

Let the other party be a soldier?

It was such a shame and humiliation. Gong Shuwu asked himself, his introverted temperament couldn't bear it. If he didn't catch the commander and beat him half-crushed, he would be a disgrace to his own strength!

The visitor obviously could not understand Gong Shuwu's psychological activities.

He was not able to observe words and emotions to begin with, let alone Gong Shuwu, who didn't even have eyeballs at the moment, with only two clusters of weak flames left in his empty eye sockets. How can a normal person tell anything from two clusters of flames? Seeing that Gong Shuwu had nothing to ask, the visitor turned his attention back to Gong Cheng, grinned, and asked: "Who is that? How much military merit is your head worth?"

Gong Shuwu said: "A priceless treasure."

This is obviously not what a second uncle should say.

Gong Cheng's mouth twitched slightly, and he could tell at a glance the strength of the person coming - even if he had consumed a lot just now, he would not be decapitated by the person in front of him. He said: "Mr. Gong doesn't know much about your Kangguo military system. It's hard to give an exact figure on how much military merit the head on the necklace is worth. However, if you can take it off, the position of the person next to you can also be yours."

The head of one of the top combat forces in the Northern Desert.

If it can be cut down, it will have a huge impact on the entire war.

The visitor's brain was not strong enough to understand the private information contained in their words, but he understood one thing. Gong Cheng's head was very, very, very valuable, worth a lot of military merit. Brother Six is ​​right, it's much more cost-effective to come here to kill people than to tear up those ants.

"Brother Six still has great wisdom."

"Tearing you apart is worth tearing apart millions of ants."

Gong Cheng only has a weak personality, but he still has a good mind. He immediately heard the chill in this man's words. The "ants" the other party mentioned should refer to the soldiers and horses from the Northern Desert he brought. He said the most chilling words in the most innocent tone.

Gong Cheng's expression was a bit solemn to the naked eye.

"Then you must have this ability."

A Gong Shuwu or dozens of ancestral heroic spirits brought him much more mental pressure than physical pressure. Such desperate fighting methods only made him look embarrassed and consumed more martial energy, but did not put him in danger of dying. feel. The weird and courageous warrior in front of him was also at a lower level of strength than himself, but if these three people came together to attack him, even Gong Cheng would find it very difficult.

"Then try it!"

After the visitor finished speaking, he rushed over like a wild beast.

Ordinary brave warriors usually use swords, guns, swords and halberds as weapons to kill and defend enemies, but this weirdo is different. His hands are empty, and the only thing that can be used as a weapon is his claws. These claws could not be called "human hands" at all. The surface of the claws had a thick metallic sheen, and the fingers were in the shape of sharp blades. As he approached Gong Cheng, he grabbed Gong Cheng's weapon with his bare hands, completely ignoring the sharpness of the weapon.

Ding--

After a sharp sizzle, sparks flew everywhere.

The weirdo's hand was not chopped into two pieces as expected. Instead, he used his sharp claws to firmly grasp the weapon. The force was so strong that even Gong Cheng couldn't shake it immediately. Not only that, the sharp claw tips also left a few marks on the weapon, which shows the hardness of these iron claws!

Gong Cheng's weapons were restrained. Gong Shuwu seized the opportunity and raised his hand to form a long sword. He held the sword in both hands and struck quickly.

Gong Cheng gathered energy in his hands and used his arm guards to block it.

The light blade struck by the blade collided with the scale armor of the arm.

Explosions occurred one after another.

The movement happening here can even be seen by the two armies fighting in the distance! Among the soldiers and horses of Kang State, there was a group of people who stood out. These people also wore Kangguo military uniforms, but their arms were tied with very conspicuous red strips of cloth, which represented military doctors.

Although the troops on the battlefield were tight, military doctors were still being protected. Occasionally, a fish that slipped through the net rushed over, and they had some ability to protect themselves. They chopped the fish that slipped through the net into pieces with their swords. After a while, every military doctor was stained red with blood.

One of them is particularly different.

This person is also a military doctor, but now he has become the backbone of everyone.

He was furious, his voice was calm and unhurried, and his thoughts were clear and he was instructing everyone on what to do. He had an eye for everything and ears for all directions. He knew before anyone else where the enemy was coming, how many enemies there were, and how many people could cut the enemy down if they went there. die. These military doctors are not only good at medical skills, they also practice some self-defense skills when they have nothing to do. The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and as a military doctor, you may face the threat of the enemy's butcher knife at any time. Therefore, after adapting to the initial panic, the military doctors became more comfortable. Occasionally someone was injured, and the free doctor Xinglin could help.

Xinglin healer is very powerful.

A normal gunshot wound can stop bleeding within a few breaths.

This made the military doctors look miserable. In fact, no one was fatally injured. If they took off their clothes, there would be no bleeding from the wounds. The logistics side barely stabilized their position, and Yu Zi's side showed great power, and the increased word spirit benefited the entire army. The number of enemies who could rush to the military doctor was visibly reduced. The pressure suddenly decreased, and the military doctors' eyes also showed the joy of surviving the disaster.

They kept looking at the "backbone" out of the corner of their eyes with curiosity.

You guys are not blind.

I just saw clearly that this man not only saved a soldier with the spirit of a doctor's words, but also used the unique literary barrier of scribes to block the charging enemy cavalry, buying precious time for them to stab the enemy to death with their spears. In other words, this person is a literary scholar and a Xinglin doctor! Such a talent——

Several people's strange gazes fell on the red strip of cloth on the other's arm.

The military doctor's logo has a red background with white logos tattooed on it. Each logo corresponds to a level of military doctor. The mark on this person's arm is the simplest. Among military doctors, he is an intern military doctor. He is responsible for doing chores on weekdays, helping to clean the wounded barracks, decoction, grabbing medicine, and changing dressings for soldiers... all of them are the hardest and most arduous. Physical work...

People who wear this kind of logo are actually dual cultivation wizards!

Obviously being a military doctor is more than enough!

Able to heal, fight, and direct operations...

Who recruited him?

Recruit people without giving them corresponding positional treatment?

All the military doctors had countless doubts in their hearts.

They dared not ask.

The "backbone" who was the focus of everyone had no time to pay attention to these looks. When the pressure on the battlefield was low, he kept casting his gaze to the distance, where Uncle Gong had made his final decision. As the most ordinary military doctor, Fang Yan didn't know what happened at first.

When they found out, the army fell into a melee.

Don't rush this naughty kid to come to you as soon as possible - look for it all the way, tear it apart all the way! He tore apart the people along the way. Dozens of half-divided bodies were lying on the road he came from. His eyes were full of worry: [Brother Six, Brother Six, Brother Six, where are you? 】

Fang Yan wiped the blood from his face.

He pushed the approaching Shaochong away and said with a little fear: [You damn kid! Is the battlefield a place where you can do whatever you want? I almost stabbed you with a sword just now! 】

Shao Chong looked unconcerned.

With Sixth Brother's little strength, even if he stood there and let Sixth Brother stab him with his sword, he wouldn't be able to pierce his flesh.

Fang Yan tried his best to ignore Shao Chong's expression, lest he lose control of his anger. Shaochong counted while killing people: [One military merit, two military merits, three military merits...]

Shaochong's brain is not working well.

He only knows numbers within tens.

Counting to ten can only start again from one.

Occasionally, I would get so carried away with killing that I would forget where I was counting.

If he couldn't remember, he went to find Fang Yan.

Fang Yan lost his patience and raised his hand to cast the [Five Virtues of Generals] word spirit on Shaochong, asking him to go and play with Gong Shuwu. At the end, I did not forget to remind you: [Kill the enemy if you can, and bring the general back if you can't. Timely reinforcements also have military merit! 】

Just stop counting!

Shaochong naturally sensed Gong Shuwu's aura.

He has long been eager to try.

These fragile ants in front of him couldn't arouse any interest, but without Sixth Brother's permission, Shaochong didn't dare to run too far.

After receiving the amnesty, my heart flew away immediately.

But before leaving, Sixth Brother still wanted to give a few words of advice.

[Thirteen, have you brought everything? 】

Jimo Qiu is not here at the moment, and Shaochong's condition can only be suppressed and balanced by precious external objects. At first, Fang Yan and Chao Lian thought that this "precious foreign object" would be difficult to obtain, but unexpectedly, Mo Qiu took out a small figure only as long as a finger from his sleeve.

Jimo Qiu said seriously: "Just believe in my god!" 】

Fang Yan and Chao Lian: [...]

Although none of them have specific beliefs, when they see Buddhist or Taoist temples, they will go in and buy a few sticks of incense to pray for blessings. They focus on a flexible belief, but Jimo Qiu's posture is unreliable.

Jimo Qiu was still preaching there: "Every morning, noon and evening, three sticks of incense must be burned. After burning the incense, they can sing a song, dance or something. My god always likes this..."

Shaochong scratched his head: [Just like Shaobai does on weekdays? 】

Jimo Qiu nodded heavily: [Yeah. 】

Shaochong said: [Okay, I believe it! 】

Fang Yan and Chao Lian couldn't believe it.

The strange thing is that since Shaochong believed in this evil god, even if Jimoqiu was not around for several days, Shaochong's mental state was very stable. Fang Yan is more inclined to attribute this effect to psychological effects, but - he would rather believe that it exists than that it does not exist.

Bloody and violent anger can easily lead to loss of control.

With him carrying this statue, Fang Yan can feel more at ease.

As a result, there was a scene where Shaochong managed to save Gong Shuwu in time. When Shaochong rescued the person, he felt a little proud. You can get the military merit of rescuing him first, then kill Gong Cheng and take the opponent's head, and you can also get the military merit of beheading the general.

He used his military achievements in rescue operations to make his sixth brother a great doctor.

Then use the skill of killing generals to make the twelfth brother a general!

Fang Yan felt Shaochong's aura.

After confirming that the other party's mood is stable, the anxious heart is finally put down.

With the North Desert soldiers and horses suppressed, the pressure on the logistics side has also been reduced a lot, and Fang Yan is finally free to do other things. When the military doctor came to find him, he raised his hand and used his spirit spirit to take a few feet in one step. Regardless of everyone's worries, they went straight to the area where the fighting was most intense. From afar, I could see the familiar light of martial energy. Fang Yan held his sword to kill the attacking Bei Desert soldier, piercing his throat with his sword.

The familiar martial aura passed through his ears.

Kill the enemy soldiers in the blind spot with one blow.

"Why is Sixth Brother here?" Chao Lian, who was dressed as a soldier, looked surprised. After saying that, he felt it again and didn't notice Shaochong. Shaochong's breath was very far away from him, "Where are the thirteen people?"

Fang Yan said: "I went to grab military glory."

Lu Ji, who came after the North Desert general who was seriously injured, almost went crazy.

Because her target was killed by Chao Lian's last hit!

Chao Lian saw Lu Ji from a distance.

"Why are Vice General Lu here?"

Lu Ji: "..."

When the melee came to an end and the killing cries gradually subsided, the fish belly turned white at the end of the horizon. Lu Ji completely forgot about his injuries and fatigue, and led his troops to chase for more than ten miles before turning around unwillingly. Yu Zi led his troops back to the battlefield to pick up Gong Shuwu.

The army was galloping non-stop, forcing themselves to gallop.

Everyone looked anxious, but there was not much hope in their hearts.

It often takes dozens or hundreds of moves to determine the winner of a highly powerful martial artist. The greater the difference in strength, the shorter the time it takes to end the battle. General Gong Shuwu was afraid that something bad might happen to him.

Despite this suspicion, they still had to go. Rather than welcoming back the general himself, it is better to welcome back Gong Shuwu's body. He should not and cannot expose his body to the wilderness.

Yu Zi's eyes were bloodshot.

If you observe carefully, you will find that she is in a very wrong state at the moment. There is no trace of literary fluctuation in her body, and she looks as ordinary as an ordinary person. Both physically and mentally, he had exceeded the limit. He still didn't fall down because he was holding the breath in his heart.

finally--

A place that was reduced to scorched earth by lightning appeared in his sight.

There are two figures in the wilderness.

As the sun slowly rose from the horizon, the first ray of sunlight shone on them, and Yu Zi could barely make out the general appearance of the two figures. A figure is sitting, and a figure is standing aside, with the weapons in his hands buried in the ground at his feet, and his back to the army.

Yu Zi and others recognized it as Gong Shuwu's armor at a glance.

"General——"

"General...wuwuwu..."

"General--"

A military commander who was relatively lightly injured jumped off his horse and ran over more than ten feet away from Gong Shuwu. Under this scene, some people couldn't control themselves and burst into tears.

Crying seems to be contagious.

From one person crying to a group of people crying.

Finally, an army of people was crying.

Yu Zi, who was sitting on the horse, was swaying slightly.

At this time, the general's armor moved.

Douchun turned towards the crowd.

Revealing a snow-white skull.

The mouth of this skull opens and closes, but the sound it makes is familiar to everyone: "Are you attending my funeral?"

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