Back Off, Let Me Come

  Chapter 156 156: Action (14) [Seeking a monthly ticket]

   Gong Shuwu is out of shape at the moment.

  It seems that his face is expressionless and murderous, but his eyes are dull and suspicious of life—has he really fled for nearly half a year, instead of squatting in the deep mountains and old forests for decades? Why did he suddenly fail to understand the current trend of scribes?

  It’s so wild when you come up?

Although there are tens of thousands of literary and martial language spirits in the world, and everyone's language habits are different, it can be said that there are thousands of people with thousands of faces, but the language spirit has been developed for two hundred years, and countless predecessors have concluded through their own experience and exploration that it is practical and practical. routine.

  These experience routines are basic compulsory courses.

For example, "Ten Basics of Literary Scholars" and the like, their popular translations are-"XX articles that scribes must master, mind, speech and spirit", "Teach you to quickly control your Wenxin/Wudan", "Speaking spirit, from the beginning to proficiency", "knack of cultivation"...

  All kinds of experience, a hundred flowers bloom together, but never leave the same principle.

At least the Wenxin literati that Gong Shuwu has come into contact with are either defensive-oriented, or both offensive and defensive, or inclined to attack... But no matter which one they are, they basically focus on the brave warrior as the core of combat, and self-protection as the auxiliary, [Mingzhe protects oneself 】Be sure to give it!

so-

  Chu Wuhui, what about his [Ming Zhe Bao Zi]? ? ?

  If you don’t give [Guan Zhe Bao Zi], then [Be prepared for danger in times of peace], [Qu Tu Yi Xin] and other protective words will do!

The results of it? ? ?

  Mr. Chu came up with [Sinking into the fire, committing suicide]! Jianfeng pointed directly at the enemy's base camp, no part for him!

  The literary spirit is like two giant dragons with a length of seven to eight feet and black and white scales, entangled and roaring, and slammed into the enemy's base camp as if they were dead. Each dragon scale carried a frightening sinister aura.

   "There's a second one?"

  Zhai Huan's eyelids trembled violently.

  Based on the size and power of the two literary dragons, he knew that the scribe in the dark was also a tough nut to crack.

  Which force is behind this group of tax banks?

  Dare to make such a big investment?

   Before he could make a move, the black-colored martial energy like burning flames charged forward. It turned out that Zhai Le transformed into a martial armor, grasping the bow string with four fingers to the full moon. After a slight trembling and buzzing, the arrow pierced the sky. The long dragon didn't even make a whine, it shattered into pieces.

  Zhai Le was surprised: "So fragile?"

  Zhai Huan saw that the spirit of the four essays fell like goose feathers and heavy snow instead of disappearing completely, his heart tightened, and he shot without thinking.

   "The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields!"

  The voice fell, and with the camp as the boundary, a slightly transparent black and white dome rose, and countless patterns similar to words hovered on it.

  It will take at least three breaths of effort to completely close the dome.

  Zhai Huanzheng was grateful for the timely response and quick action. Most of the "Snowflakes" should... This idea has not yet fully surfaced, "Snowflakes" touched the dome, and ripples rippled in circles.

   The trend of falling is not reduced at all!

  Zhai Huan: "..."

  The soldiers were swept away by the waves and winds, and their sleepiness had already flown away. They hurriedly took up their weapons and prepared to meet the enemy in groups of three or four. They wanted to set up a military formation, but there was no room to display it. The temporary camp was full of tax and bank vehicles.

  It is not easy for the soldiers to gather together, let alone set up a formation to meet the enemy. Yang Duwei was angry, annoyed and hated, he didn't expect the thief to be so bold, even the tax and bank team he was in charge of escorting dared to strike, and immediately used his martial energy to transform into a martial armor.

   Mounted on the horse with a gun in hand, roaring: "Don't panic!"

  The sound of this voice was like thunder, spreading all over the corners of the camp. The soldiers instantly had a backbone, but they didn't know that the real danger was approaching.

   "Snowflakes" falling on shoulders, hair tops, skin...

  It melts at the touch and penetrates into the body.

  Intense depression passes through the gap in the soul and spreads to the limbs, fear, cowardice, fear of death, hesitation, mania...

   Seeing the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood or the tragic death of blood relatives in the midst of extreme horror, and those who lack xinxing, commit suicide with a knife.

   There were screams one after another, and the camp was in complete chaos.

  The soldiers panicked like headless chickens.

   After a few moments of effort, the situation is completely out of control.

  Gong Shuwu: "..."

  Suddenly felt that he was a fake warrior.

  But after all, he is a veteran of the battlefield with rich combat experience, and his inner thoughts are full of thoughts, but they don't affect the movements of his hands at all. With a shot from the longbow, all the arrows that came at them were shot down.

  Chu Yao's expression remained calm: "The location is exposed."

   It was the first time he saw Zhai Le's archery skills on the battlefield.

   This son lived up to Goro's praise. From such a long distance, he can target the enemy's vital points and block the retreat path just by perception.

  It's a pity that no matter how good it is, it's not my own.

  Gong Shuwu: "..."

  Suddenly I don't know how to respond.

   There was so much movement just now, the enemy didn't find their position, so it was a problem. He wanted to slap on the horse and charge up right now, but—Chu Yao's actions made him somewhat flustered.

  Chu Yao seemed to see the fleeting hesitation in his heart.

   "I wish you a prosperous martial arts!"

  Gong Shuwu: "..."

   Thank goodness!

  Chu Yao used his actions to prove that he received an orthodox Wenxin literati education. Even though Wenxin has been abolished for many years, his solid basic skills and profound background make his shots not jerky, and his speech spirit is still strong.

  Except for a few insiders, who would believe that this scribe, who is decisive in his actions and free in his speech, had a very long and dark life in the trough, and today is the first time he has shown his literary mind after many years?

  Yang Duwei melted into a three-edged sword with a length of one foot.

  The handle of the knife is seven feet long, the wrist is thick, and it weighs eighty-eight catties!

  He slammed the long knife to the ground, and the end of the handle sank three inches deep into the cracked stone, with spider web-like cracks extending around it. The majestic and murderous aura invisible to the naked eye scattered and agitated in all directions.

  The soldiers shivered.

  Some of them woke up, but there were still some soldiers who were depressed, with fear on their faces, and wanted to throw away their armor. If there are cracks on the ground at this time, you probably have to line up to fill the cracks.

  Yang Duwei became angry and immediately beheaded one person.

   "Those who retreat, beheaded immediately!"

   It took a real effort to suppress the commotion and stabilize the morale of the army.

   However, this is only temporary.

  The mountain roads are difficult to walk and the environment is harsh. The soldiers rushed for a whole day in the rain, not only exhausted physically, but also mentally weak. Even if you want to kill the enemy, I am afraid that the objective conditions will not allow it.

   Zhai Huan, who has resisted several sneak attacks one after another: "..."

  He almost laughed angrily.

   Now is the time to hesitate?

   Don’t know what the battlefield is changing rapidly?

  The general hesitated for a moment, and the lives of countless soldiers were delayed! At this time, it is time to make a decisive decision, or ignore those soldiers who are physically weak and depressed, and directly turn them into soldiers, try to stabilize the position before the main force of the enemy appears, and form a defense.

   Either transform into a military armor and let the soldiers go into battle!

   Always choose the same thing.

  He didn't choose any of them.

   Zhai Huan suddenly felt like a dog.

  Fortunately, my cousin is reliable, and directly sacrificed the Wudan Tiger Talisman.

  The ink-colored beam of light seemed to be piercing through the moon, forcefully breaking through the "snowflakes" that had not completely fallen on the path, rising to the height of the dome barrier, and turning into little ink blobs.

   A total of 350 lines, shooting towards the nearest soldiers.

  The ink dots turn into simple rattan armor, wrapping around the vital points, followed by weapons in the hands, or spears or shields or bows and arrows...

   |ω)

   It should have been revised.

   PS: It’s outrageous, the last few paragraphs of martial energy rushing to the moon, running through the moon, and then the comma, violently rushing away...It was also harmonized even after the comma, this is so much...

  (end of this chapter)