Back Off, Let Me Come

Frankly speaking, Qiu Cheng and Shen Tang are both gambling dogs.

The difference is that Shen Tang predicted Qiu Cheng's prediction.

In the scene at the No. 1 Granary in Beishang County, her original intention was to earn some interest with Qiu Cheng, and to lay the groundwork for the subsequent military crusade, while also providing a stage for the newcomers under the account to practice. After all, newcomers who have never seen anything are always newbies.

When Gong Shuwu heard this, he just felt something in his heart.

[It’s not unreasonable for Kang Jishou to find his lord. Both of them are gambling enthusiasts. If they want to play, they will only play with the big ones. 】

I don’t even think about how much damage would be caused if the car overturned? There are many examples of people trying to sharpen a knife with a whetstone, but the knife breaks.

Fortunately, Qiu Cheng's actions were very much in line with the drills and speculations of his subordinates, and he really focused on Beishang.

"No need to chase, just clean up and clear away the bodies."

Gong Shuwu put away his weapon and beheaded the seventh-level male doctor. The other ninth-level and fifth-level doctor was more cunning and experienced and allowed him to escape with his men. He was too lazy to send people to chase, not because he didn't want to take advantage of the victory, but simply because his mission was to suppress the formation.

Reduce casualties as much as possible on the camp side.

Furthermore--

They couldn't get far.

The Lord is watching with eager eyes.

If they eat meat, they also have to let their lord drink soup, right?

The enemy general sent a signal to retreat, and the soldiers below naturally did not dare not listen. They reluctantly left many corpses behind and retreated while fighting. Seeing that there was no pursuit from Gong Shuwu's side, the pace of escape increased, and most of them dispersed in a short time.

But the battlefield signal outside the camp was not timely.

Lu Ji also struggled with the enemy.

Lying on the ground were the bloody corpses of both the enemy and ourselves.

Even Lu Ji himself was seriously injured. His breathing was sometimes rapid and sometimes slow, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or the enemy's blood. A pair of double hammers that were usually as light as a feather, but now it still seemed difficult to wield one of them with both hands to face the enemy. The enemy's injuries were obviously lighter, and anyone could see that she was at the end of her strength.

Just when Lu Ji was angry that he might die in battle, reinforcements arrived, and a familiar horse battle ax fell from the sky. The ax body was five inches wide and the ax handle was shorter, less than two feet. The attacker used the ax body to block the enemy's charged attack.

Before Lu Ji had time to be surprised, he saw the opponent using his backhand axe, cutting off the head of the enemy who had consumed most of his energy...

The movements were as smooth as lard.

Lu Ji: "...!!!"

She stared at the head on the ground with wide eyes.

For a moment, an indescribable emotion surged into her heart - as if she had lost something valuable, and as if the private money she had carefully saved for many years disappeared - heartache, reluctance, sadness, all kinds of emotions at once. flooded my mind.

It's uncomfortable, but the enemy still needs to be eliminated.

"Tu Rong!"

Lu Ji called for reinforcements.

Seeing that the opponent didn't put on the martial arts properly when they went to the battlefield, she threw away half of the martial armor. She was even more angry. She dragged her seriously injured body and relied on a heavy hammer to barely stay standing. His pale lips were trembling uncontrollably: "Did you chop off his head?"

Tu Rong was also covered in blood.

But judging from his facial expression and demeanor, he probably belongs to the enemy.

When he heard Lu Ji calling him, he put the ax on his shoulder and said with a sincere face: "Junior sister's order is to kill people and behead them for insurance."

The "junior sister" Tu Rong refers to is naturally Lin Feng.

However, Lin Feng did not participate in the battle this time, because of the special nature of her scribe's way, she was busy with the autumn harvest elsewhere at the moment.

Lu Ji pointed at the head on the ground with its eyes open, and was so anxious that he wanted to stamp his feet: "But, but his head should..."

Tu Rong looked at her, waiting for the next step.

Lu Ji choked up and didn't know what to say.

Tu Rong was the first to react. Everyone is a brave warrior, the age gap is not too big, and they have some common interests, such as the obsession with "human heads". He scratched his helmet and said, "It's emotional and reasonable, and his head is also mine..."

Although he is Lu Ji's opponent, Lu Ji is not as strong as his opponent. This is an objective fact. Although he jumped out to pick up the leak and took a human head, he also saved Lu Ji's life, so the two offset each other. He decisively changed the topic: "Oh, the enemy just retreated. It's still safe now. Why don't you go back to the camp to deal with your injuries first? If you bleed too much, you will easily die..."

Lu Ji could only mourn the missing head in his heart.

He said with a pale face: "You can't die from this little injury."

Tu Rong really thought that the injury was not serious.

The doctor came to check and found out that Lu Ji was seriously injured. Three of his ribs were broken, his left upper arm and right leg were twisted, and there were as many as twenty-one deep and shallow wounds, large and small. But Lu Ji retreated to the camp like no one else.

Zhao Wei, who was in the same tent, had a killing spree tonight.

Firstly, she faced ordinary enemies, and secondly, she used skill and strength to defeat enemies. She was very efficient and could easily fight in a melee.

Seeing Lu Ji's appearance, he was shocked.

First he breathed a sigh of relief, then joked: "You're not dead yet?"

Lu Ji said with a black face: "My father fought to the death in Luxia County. He was injured ten times or twenty times, and dragged the last enemy to death... What am I? I'm still far from death. I guess the Lord of Hell doesn't want to Take it. His uncle is in trouble this time!"

For those who are in the military, a head is equivalent to military merit, and her battle was far away from the core battlefield. After a hard fight, there were only a few heads, and she also lost a lot of glory. The only precious human head was also taken away by Tu Rong.

Zhao Wei wiped his precious weapon.

He opened his mouth, breathed at the tip of the gun, and continued to wipe it.

"She is a girl at least, a little elegant."

Lu Ji asked back: "Then I greet his aunt?"

Zhao Wei: "...You pretend I didn't say anything."

Lu Jiping lay unable to move, but he could move his mouth.

"You are not elegant at all. You talk in your sleep and scold Xu Wenshi all the time. I have learned from you all the way. Those who don't know better think you two have a blood feud."

Zhao Wei: "..."

There is a reason why she greets Xu Quan in her dream.

Ever since she mastered martial arts more than a year ago, Xu Quan has not treated her as an ordinary person, but has treated her as roughly as a martial artist. Zhao Wei can still remember how big the martial arts training ground is, because that is the data she measured personally.

Every dream talk carries a personal grudge.

"Ah owe!"

Xu Quan sneezed.

He raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose to suppress the itching.

"Caught the cold?"

Liao Jia put her hands in her sleeves and hugged Mrs. Tang. To be honest, it is hard to wait for the enemy to fall into the trap, and you can only pass the time by chatting with your colleagues.

Xu Quan: "No, it's my cousin who misses me."

Liao Jia knew it as soon as she heard it.

"Oh, he's still scolding you in the middle of the night."

Xu Quan waved his hand: "Nothing."

Liao Jia just raised an eyebrow at this.

The autumn harvest was around the Mid-Autumn Festival, so Xu Quan naturally prepared a bunch of "surprises" for his cousin and sent people to deliver them in advance. The Lord said that normal people would not be able to come up with such a gift after a few years of cerebral thrombosis. Xu Jie would be damned if he could like it.

Xu Quan changed the subject.

"Why haven't the enemies come yet? Could it be that something went wrong on Captain Gongshu's side and the camp was overthrown?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liao Jia patted him on the shoulder.

He raised his hand and pointed: "Here we come!"

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I don’t know if it’s true that I’ve been pregnant for three years. I forgot whether Tu Rong had the word, 嘤嘤