Back Off, Let Me Come

  Chapter 185 185: Chaos in Xiaocheng (25) [Seeking a monthly ticket]

"Where do you think that barbarian settled two people of unknown origin?" The bearded man sat in his tent, took off his heavy armor under the service of soldiers, opened his chest, shirtless, and posed in front of him. Basin full of water.

  The messenger soldier bent down to reply.

   "Yes, it was specially arranged by the major general."

  Bearded man: "Did he say anything?"

  Send a message to the soldier: "The major general said that it is quieter over there, even if there is an enemy attack at night, it will not disturb the two distinguished guests, it is safe."

  The bearded man suddenly sneered.

  Contemptuously: "A barbarian is a barbarian. If you are self-willed and have no sense of the overall situation, what else is left besides brute force?"

  The messenger soldier is a private part of the bearded man.

  He followed the bearded man's words and said: "The general is very right, the major general is really messing around this time, do you want to tell..."

  The bearded man raised his hand to stop it.

He said: "No, it's not a day or two for the old guy to be partial to this bastard. Even if I said it, I was the one who was reprimanded in the end. Don't worry about this matter. If something happens, just let the old guy see his baby." What is it?"

  The messenger soldier pursed his lips and lowered his head.

  The "old man" that the general in front of him is talking about is not someone else, but his biological father, who is also the chief culprit who gave the barbarian youth all kinds of privileges regardless. It's just that the soldier is the private tribe of the bearded man, not the old general's.

  Privately, these disrespectful names can only be forgotten, and they dare not reveal a word, otherwise the whole family will die.

  The bearded man didn't even look at the cowardly look of the messenger soldier bowing his head and shrugging his shoulders. He opened his arms slightly, and the concubine, who was pretending to be a soldier, twisted the cloth towel and squatted down to help him wipe his stinky upper body. Wherever the wet towel passes, the stuffiness and stickiness will be wiped away.

  The concubine brought the ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

  Looking at the red marks on the joints worn out by the string, he said distressedly: "Alas...why should the general suffer so much? No matter how much credit he makes, won't he be robbed of most of it in the end?"

  Although the weather is getting colder now, even if you don’t leave your armor all day long, you still smell of sweat all day long. That "barbarian" wears shoulder armor and skirt armor as armor, as casually as if he came to an outing banquet.

  If you were someone else, you would have been scolded long ago.

  It was the youth's turn, but nothing happened.

  Who doesn't know that the old general is so eccentric?

The bearded man touched his concubine's tender and smooth little hand, closed his eyes and enjoyed the process of gently applying the medicine, and sneered: "What can I do? Who would let the old stuff get lost at the end of the day, and make such a savage with a savage woman, People are talented..."

   Xiaocheng was captured, and the credit is all that barbarian; if Xiaocheng cannot be captured, 70% to 80% of the responsibility is his.

"He is very talented, and you are not bad." She bent over and picked up the untied armor one by one, and put them on the shelf one by one. Armor? Wearing this big guy all day, isn’t it tiring?”

  The bearded man put his feet, which had been stuffy all night, into the ice-cold water. The coolness spread all over his body, and goose bumps appeared on his back. He sighed, rubbed the soles of his feet, and sneered without raising his head: "What does a woman know?"

  Warrior warriors can transform armor, but armor cannot be maintained for a long time and consumes a lot of martial energy. As for martial energy, it doesn't matter how much it is when it's okay, and it doesn't matter if it's wasted at critical moments.

  Generally, generals wear armor at all times.

   In case of unexpected emergencies.

   These women who don’t understand anything and only want to be light, and the barbarian will think that with the armor, there is no need to wear armor. The bearded man took a simple bath under the service of his concubine, and his mood improved a lot, and seeing the beauties under the lamp...

   "Beauty, come!"

  He smiled and licked his dry lips, wrapped his arms around him, picked up his concubine and turned him behind the screen. Not to mention, wearing the clothes of this little soldier on the concubine's body is indeed quite tasteful.

   Not long after, there was a strange sound from the tent that made people blush and think about it. A concubine knows how to be ashamed and wants to suppress her, but a man with a beard doesn't care, he can do whatever he wants.

  The guard outside the tent could hear it clearly.

   Eyes to nose, nose to heart.

  Even if the old general repeatedly reprimanded the son for bringing a woman to the battlefield for fun, this one just forgot and didn't take the old father's words to heart. The guards didn't even dare to remind the bad guy, this guy is not easy to talk to.

  As time went by, he attacked the city and seized territory all the way, beating the enemy so hard that they were exhausted and begged for mercy repeatedly.

He smiled, and prepared to take a short break to directly attack the enemy's main camp and win the battle in one fell swoop. When he played the horn for the final general attack, a short, sharp, and high-pitched voice came from outside the tent, which shocked him. One slip.

   "Presumptuous!"

   Turn off the flame halfway!

  He got up annoyed and left the battlefield.

  Closed up his clothes casually, his face was still livid and angry after being frightened, and his eyes stared at the person who interrupted him with fire.

  Who knows, the soldier who sent the letter said out of breath: "The big, big thing is not good-the rear camp, the direction of the rear camp is on fire!!

  After the bearded man heard it clearly, he suddenly widened his big copper bell eyes, grabbed the collar of the messenger soldier, lifted him up and approached him and asked, "What! What did you say was on fire?"

  The messenger soldier pointed to the direction outside the tent.

   Before he could catch his breath, the bearded man was angry and anxious, he threw away the messenger soldier and strode out of the tent.

  Seeing bursts of noise coming from the direction of the rear camp, the fire has grown into a large scale in just a few breaths, and people running in a panic can still be seen vaguely.

   "What happened?"

   He growled at the captured soldiers.

   "Or is the enemy attacking at night?"

   The soldiers who were captured did not know.

   Not only him, but even the guards outside the main tent didn't know the specific situation. All this happened so suddenly, if it wasn't for the messenger soldiers rushing over, they wouldn't even be able to react.

  When did the enemy sneak in?

   When did the attack happen?

  How many people?

  No idea at all.

  Even the soldiers near the rear camp didn't know anything about it. They only knew that the frightened cattle and sheep were on fire, and they ran wild in all directions regardless of the situation. The wooden fence was smashed to pieces like paper.

   Nearby camps suffered disaster.

   One rush and one collapse!

  In the tent, the soldiers who had already slept in their clothes let out short and shrill screams, and they lost their lives only in time to feel the pain.

   Some soldiers wanted to kill them with weapons, but they underestimated the speed and strength of these frightened cattle and sheep running wildly.

   Those soldiers who were overwhelmed were knocked to the ground, their hoofs were trampled on their heads, and the sound of ribs breaking was clearly audible.

   Cracked sternum with one foot, and went to **** with the other foot!

  The fighting power of the cattle is not bad, and those sheep are not bad either.

   Their fur is thicker than that of cattle, and their fire is more powerful. Wherever they rush, they will bring the flames. Rebel soldiers scrambling...

   Both to fight the fire and to control these animals.

   It's just that they have no leader, and they failed to control these frightened cattle and sheep in the first place. They are destined to wait until they really disperse, and the situation will run wildly in an uncontrollable direction.

  The bearded man came wearing a martial armor, and the flames were already raging into the sky.

   All food, grass and equipment are in the fire!

  Looking at this scene, his eyes were tearing apart.

   "He Fang Xiaoxiao, offend my camp!"

  His energy sank to his dantian, his voice was like a torrent of thunder, and the power of a brave fighter spread out in all directions like a wave.

  With a gun in his hand, he shot through the madly running cow!

  With such a big impact, his lower body took root and did not move.

   With a loud shout, the muscles in his arms twitched.

  One shot lifts the dying cow and shakes it off.

  The cow was full of blood, fell heavily on the ground and raised dust, moved its limbs, and soon lost its breath. But the move of the bearded man could not stop the other crazy cattle and sheep, and the fire spread at an extremely fast speed as they ran wildly.

   "Thief! Come out and die!"

  The bearded man had red eyes.

   This scene was something he never expected.

  As for the "thief who attacked at night" in his mouth, there is not even a figure. He is roaring angrily here, more like impotent rage.

   "This... this is really..."

  In the dark, Zhai Le stared at this scene dumbfounded.

  They wanted to use these cattle and sheep to make a fuss, but they just poisoned them! It's not that they don't want the fire attack to cause civil strife in the rebel camp, but they don't have supplies, so it's very difficult to execute. But I didn't expect that the cattle and sheep were collectively set on fire in just a short nap.

  The sky is full of bright sparks falling from the sky.

   After a few breaths, the situation was completely out of control.

   This also means that there is a second force in the dark!

  Zhai Le said: "Brother, it's definitely Brother Shen and the others!"

   This is the only goal that can be thought of at the moment.

  Zhai Huan took his cousin's arm, preparing to sneak out of the rebel camp in the chaos. Regardless of whether it was Shen Tang or not, and no matter how they did it, once these soldiers suppressed the chaotic situation, it would be their brothers who would be liquidated in the end.

  They are here to make trouble, not to die.

   It is better to go first before everyone reacts!

  Boom!

  Among the flames, a dark green martial energy shot out!

   Zhai Le pulled his cousin behind him with his backhand, and raised his hand to form a large shield as tall as a man. Unexpectedly, the strange martial energy was coming fiercely, and the strength forced him to take half a step back before he managed to stabilize his figure.

  He was horrified, and in the next second he also transformed into a martial armor, and the big shield turned into a weapon, and stepped forward to meet it!

  clang!

  Almost at the same moment, the giant knife slashed down!

  Zhai Huan and Zhai Le are brothers who cooperate with each other tacitly, almost at the same time as being pulled back, he made a move to stimulate Wen Xin.

  The two of them worked together to repel the approacher with one blow.

  When the visitor stood still, Zhai Le was surprised: "It's you?"

  The visitor was wearing only one shoulder armor, half skirt armor, and snake-pattern wristbands on his arms, without any protection measures for other vital parts of his body. Isn't it the young man who had a good talk with Brother Shen not long ago?

  Although the young man was repelled, he still looked calm.

  He asked: "It was you two who attacked the camp at night?"

   Zhai Le didn't want to say much.

   It's just that his expression is a lot more dignified.

  The young man hadn't yet transformed into a martial armor, and he didn't even wear the Warrior Talisman around his waist, but he felt an unspeakable oppression from the casual standing posture of the opponent. This kind of oppression is heavier than Captain Yang!

   You must know that Yang Duwei is already the tenth-rank Zuo Shuzhang!

  The young man in front of him who is not much older than him is still above the tenth class? He gripped his weapon tightly, his heart beating like a drum.

  Know that there will be a fierce battle tonight!

  He said: "So what?"

  The young man tilted his head, and his long hair in a small braid swayed with his movements, which seemed a bit playful. But the words that come out of the mouth have nothing to do with the word "playful". He raised the long knife with the pattern of twin snakes intertwined and pointed it at Zhai Le.

   sneered: "Then die!"

   After the voice fell, his feet hit the ground, his figure was so fast that he almost left an afterimage, and with the long knife in his hand, he slashed at Zhai Le with a majestic light. Zhai Le's hands were numb with the force of a huge wave hitting his head, and his weapon hummed unbearably.

  The huge air wave from the intersecting weapons overturned the nearby tents.

  The young man looked at it and raised his eyebrows: "Yo, it's not bad!"

   An understatement, even the armor didn't come out.

  Warrior warriors confront each other, but the armor does not show up. This is not only the contempt of one side for the other, but also means that there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides. This realization made Zhai Le's expression turn cold.

  He exhaled secretly to ease the pain in the tiger's mouth.

  The strength of the youth is stronger than that of Gong Shuwu who had fought against him before. Zhai Le was also puzzled by one thing. With such a brave warrior sitting in the town, why didn't this group of rebels take Xiaocheng yet?

Zhai Huan's face was calm, and raising his hand was a calm and imposing Wenxinyanling, and by the way, he raised his sword and wiped the neck of the soldier who was trying to sneak attack, and reminded in a deep voice: "Ale, don't panic, don't be disturbed by him. "

   Zhai Le naturally also knows this truth.

  Luck resists the power and oppression of youth.

  Blinking, the young man charged towards him with incomparable aura. The dark green martial aura surging around him faintly condensed into a vague giant python, which opened its **** mouth at him, and its fangs popped out.

  dangdangdangdang—

  Zhai Le rose violently to meet the enemy.

  The battle between the two was fierce, and the weapons sparked everywhere.

   Not long after, Zhai Le's weapon was overwhelmed with several cracks, and it only needed two more blows to shatter, and the shoulder armor was covered with a cracked mottled black and white style. It was this literary spirit that protected him, otherwise he would end up with a broken arm at the lightest.

  The young man clicked his tongue and pursed his lips: "It's not fair."

   The corners of Zhai Le's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

  Is this even fair?

  The cracked tiger's mouth was dripping with blood, soaking the entire palm, flowing slowly along the weapon, and falling to the ground tick-tock.

  The young man said: "I also want to find a literary scholar."

   Zhai Le's expression changed.

  At this time, the young man turned his head and shouted to the side.

  He said: "Mama, help me!"

  Zhai Huan's heart skipped a beat.

   I am also really afraid that the young people will call for help.

only-

  When the person who came out of that corner came into their sight, Zhai Le and Zhai Huan were both taken aback.

  No other—

  The "Mama" in the youth's mouth turned out to be their acquaintance.

   It is also Shen Tang whose position is currently unknown.

  Shen Youli!

  Beside him stood a Qishan who didn't have a high sense of presence.

  For a moment, brothers Zhai Huan and Zhai Le, Shen Tang Qishan, and the young man stood in a triangle, and the atmosphere was extremely dignified.

  Zhai Le looked impatiently, and opened his mouth: "Brother Shen..."

   Accidentally pulled the wound on his chest, a little bit of iron rose up.

  Shen Tang had no expression on his face, but held the bright and beautiful long sword in his hand, and turned his gaze from Brother Zhai Le to the young man.

   Zhai Le has a bad heart: "..."

  Could it be that brother Shen is real...

   (ω) Hey

   2 in 1

   No prize quiz

   Tip: The master of words is very good at fighting.

  (end of this chapter)