Infinite Sims

Chapter 92 Battlefield
Remove one death and two fall.

There are also 23 cavalrymen who have reached the acquired state, who are both physically strong and proficient in coordination. In such an open area, they should be able to end the battle quickly if they jointly face a monk who is fighting alone.

The cavalry commander, who was the leader of this cavalry, had a gloomy expression on his face.

The battle is indeed coming to an end.

But it was not them that won, but the monk who fought alone.

In less than half a stick of incense, most of the people on my side fell, and no one was hit twice by the monk, because they had already fallen the first time.

Seeing that there was no possibility of victory, the cavalry captain couldn't help but feel fear in his heart. He didn't care about the consequences of going back without success, so he drove his horse and ran away in the opposite direction.

As for those men
If you call them, you may not even be able to get out.

And once they are allowed to escape and report to the general truthfully, they may be condemned as a crime of poor command.

On the contrary, if you go back alone, as long as you make up a few passable reasons, even if there is a punishment, it will only be a small punishment.

"Amitabha, since the benefactor is here, why do you have to leave?"

Wuchen kicked a Dayue cavalryman who dared to step forward, looked at the cavalry captain who turned and fled, attached an innate qi to Jiang Ren, and then threw Jiang Ren out.

The black flame stick spun in the air, and countless black afterimages appeared, quickly flying hundreds of paces, and the stick hit the back of the cavalry captain heavily.

puff!
Immediately, the cavalry captain rose from the horse, fell heavily to the ground, vomited blood and fell into a coma.

And the stick of fire also spun again and returned to Wuchen's hands.

At this time, the rest of the Dayue Cavalry, who were still on horseback, had also been shot down by the empty-handed Wuchen.

As a congenital master, and a person with extreme talent and understanding, no matter whether he has weapons or not, his force far exceeds these big moon cavalry.

Chilling!
The jujube red horse ran up cheerfully, and kindly pushed the dust-free head with its head.

"Master Ma, thank you just now."

Wuchen stretched out his hand and stroked the horse's face lightly: "If you hadn't run fast, Xiao Seng might not have been able to get here in time."

The horse let out a cry, and seemed very happy.

"Master Ma?"

Jiang Ren felt a little helpless.

I don't know why, every time I hear this title, I feel powerless to complain.

After all, he is called a "stick donor", but when he thinks that this tool person seems to be in addition to his own teacher, all the men, women and children are called donors. It seems, seems, seems to be no surprise.

Moreover, this purplish red horse is very spiritual.

Two months ago, the jujube horse was still the mount of the leader of a group of robbers, but because of the encounter with Wuchen, the robbers were subdued, and their horses were released into the mountains.

But I didn't want this jujube red horse to seem to be relying on Wuchen, so I followed it all the way.

Although Wuchen’s light work is good, because of its high realm, light work lasts a long time, but short distances are fine, long distances are really not as convenient as horses, so I left it.

At this time, the men and women of the convoy next to him came to Wuchen.

"Black Walker, are you a Black Walker?"

"Do you still need to ask, this must be the hero of the Black Walker!"

"Apart from the Black Walker, which other monk is so handsome and has such strong martial arts?"

"Lord Black Walker, you are our benefactor. Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, we would have been ready to fight with these big moon ghosts!"

Words of excitement, excitement, or gratitude came out of these mouths.

Women's concerns are more pure than men's concerns.

"The Black Walker is so handsome, it makes the slave family feel itchy."

Many married women thought to themselves, while those unmarried girls shyly covered their faces with their sleeves, and couldn't help but quietly stuck their heads out to look at Wuchen.

A fragrant heart, already secretly promised.

He has even begun to look forward to his future life: Although the black traveler is a monk, since he can become a monk, he can also return to the secular world. If he can return to the secular world and take me, how beautiful it would be.

It's a pity that they don't know that Wuchen is not interested in love between men and women.

In the past few months, because of his handsome appearance and strong martial arts, he has encountered many open and secret expressions of love, including Xiaojiabiyu, a lady from a large family, and the lovable and lovable gentleman, but none of them failed. Shake him by half a point.

"Amitabha."

Seeing so many people, Wuchen hurriedly recited the Buddha's name: "Little monk is only a monk, and he should not be called a black walker or a hero."

Hearing his words, the people around were even more excited.

"As expected of a black walker, he is as humble as rumored."

"Think of my goddamn son, he has to show off in front of me how much money he gives to beggars. If he hadn't been in the south now, I would really like to tug at his ears and show him what a real hero is."

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Wuchen's original intention was to let these people not think too highly of themselves, but they didn't expect it to have the opposite effect, making their goodwill towards him soar again.

Those who had daughters wished they could give him their daughters on the spot, those who had sons wished to have their sons worship him as a teacher, and those who were not married even took a fancy to him.

Although this is not the first time I have encountered such a scene, Wuchen is still a little helpless.

After successively rejecting requests for gifts, apprentices, and daughters, and expressing his need to hurry up, the crowd dispersed.

But even so, many people still turn back one step at a time.

Especially those young women, there is an irresistible loss in their eyes.

"Master Pu."

Wuchen looked at Pu Xiangwen beside him and said, "You will handle these Dayue soldiers."

As usual, these Dayue soldiers were only seriously wounded and dying, but not dead.

Pu Xiangwen nodded seriously: "Master, don't worry, I will cut off the heads of these big moon soldiers, and exchange their heads and horses for the money, and distribute them to those poor people."

"Master Pu has a heart."

Just as Wuchen was about to leave on a jujube red horse, he saw a sword-wielding boy approaching him.

"Black Stone Gate, Lian Shaofeng."

Lian Shaofeng cupped his hands and looked at him with fiery eyes.

Wuchen looked indifferent: "Gushan Temple, Wuchen."

Although this young man's eyes made him a little uncomfortable, it was much better than the group of people in Heiyangyang just now.

Lian Shaofeng asked curiously, "I heard that the master wants to go to Xuemenguan to join the army?"

"The donor doesn't need to be too polite, just call the little monk Wuchen."

Wuchen corrected the title and said, "It's true. Now is the time when the family and the country are dying. Even if the ants shake the big tree, the little monk wants to give his own strength."

Jiang Ren was in a calm mood. Some people say that cultivating Buddhism is nothing but a self-contradictory statement.

Buddha is still looking for a wisp of incense, a piece of golden clothes, not to mention a mortal.

Witnessing the chaotic world and the refugees who started fleeing because of the Great Moon Invasion, he, a tool person, also changed from the idea of ​​walking around at will when he first joined the WTO, to joining the army.

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When Lian Shaofeng heard this, he lowered his head silently.

Immediately, his breathing became rapid, even causing a slight tremor in his upper body.

Just when Wuchen thought that he had been plotted by the group of Da Yue soldiers before, he saw Lian Shaofeng raised his head excitedly, and said with a frenzy: "Okay, the master said it very well, my generation of men should have So! Master, please bring me too!"

"???"

Wuchen blinked his eyes.

Compared to Wuchen, who had a puzzled face, Jiang Ren couldn't help but complain: The hot-blooded boy can't be offended, really can't be offended.
For Lian Shaofeng's request, Wuchen naturally disagreed.

But no matter what reason he came up with, in the face of a teenager who had been swept away by the blood, it would have no effect. In the end, he could only follow him.

As for Lian Shaofeng's lack of a mount, he took the horse of the Great Moon Cavalry Commander.

Although that horse is not as good as the red horse, it is definitely good enough to keep up with the speed of the red horse.

ten days later.

North of the dry country, Snow Gate.

Snow Gate Pass is the gateway to the dry country, easy to defend and difficult to attack. As long as the snow gate pass is not lost, the dry country will not fall.

Although Da Yue can also send troops to reach the territory of Qianguo through other paths, those complicated and dangerous paths, not to mention how many people will be sacrificed in the middle, it is said that the most important logistical food and grass are difficult to pass through, and it is impossible to organize an effective force at all.

A year ago, towns within a thousand miles of Xuemenguan also belonged to the dry country.

But in the face of Da Yue's fierce, fast, and ferocious offensive, coupled with the random commands of those officials far away in the imperial capital, the troops stationed outside could only retreat to the snow gate.

Snow Gate Station.

Wuchen and Lian Shaofeng are going to the newly assigned team with the ID cards they just received.

"Brother Wuchen, how many people do you think we have in the fourth battalion of the Pioneer Battalion? Will they be able to fight soon? I heard that the Pioneer Battalion is very powerful..."

Lian Shaofeng played with the identity certificate in his hand, and the questions in his mouth came one after another, and he couldn't stop being excited.

Wuchen smiled and didn't answer.

After many days of getting along, he has become familiar with Lian Shaofeng's character. Whenever he encounters something exciting, Lian Shaofeng will do the same.

But what it asks for is not the answer, just want to share this joy with others.

"Pioneer Battalion, if I remember correctly, should have a more appropriate name - Cannon Fodder Battalion."

Inside the Fire Stick, Jiang Ren remembered the records he had seen in the real world.

However, even if it is a cannon fodder battalion, with Wuchen's current strength and its own help, even if it is trapped in the enemy's army, there is still hope of survival.

Soon, the two came to their camp.

Compared with the previous camps, whether it is the house used for living or the school grounds used for training, it looks dilapidated and pitted.

Of the [-]-strong team, only less than half of them were seen, and most of them were old, weak, sick and disabled.

Lian Shaofeng was a little disappointed.

Wuchen was not affected at all, and directly informed the soldiers guarding the door of his intentions.

After a while, a middle-aged general came out, carefully looked at the identification cards of the two, and then set his eyes on Wuchen: "Gushan Temple Wuchen?"

Wuchen nodded: "It's the little monk."

The middle-aged general asked again, "Black Walker?"

Wuchen said lightly: "Little monk is just a monk, and he should not be called a black person."

The middle-aged general snorted and said coldly, "Do you know that this is a battlefield, a battlefield where people will die every moment, and you can't play your chivalrous style?"

"What do you mean……"

When Lian Shaofeng heard that someone dared to say that about the person he respected, he was furious and wanted to come forward and reason.

Wuchen reached out his hand to stop him, shook his head, and said to the middle-aged general: "Xiao Seng never thought of being a chivalrous person, he just encountered some injustices and chose to flatten them. As for the issue of death, Life is only a few decades short, so what is so scary if life does not bring death or not?"

"it is good!"

The coldness on the middle-aged general's face instantly dissipated, and he said with a smile: "From today onwards, you are very long, as for the soldiers under your command..."

He glanced at Lian Shaofeng, who was angry next to him, and turned around again: "We don't have many people, so he is the only one for now, and the rest will be given to you when there is someone else."

"My surname is Zhou, and I will be your head in the future. I have to say that you are lucky enough to meet me."

(End of this chapter)