Back Off, Let Me Come

  Chapter 251 251: My pig [seeking a monthly ticket]

  Gong Xiqiu was considered one of the top warriors in the world, and the moment the fog started to form, he realized where the problem was.

at the same time-

  His expression also became very subtle.

   Yes, subtle.

  If he hadn’t been convinced that the Alliance Army had no undercover agents of his own, he would really have doubted that the Wenxin scholar (Twenty-five Boys) who practiced the way of a scholar was one of his own. You must know that he is worried about the annoying ants that entangle him, and the previous fighters are really worn out, and the protracted battle is not good for him—with this thick fog, Gong Xichou feels that he is doing well again! Immediately another head!

   "You guys play first, I'm going to play elsewhere!"

  Gong Xiqiu kicked away and entangled with the brave general.

   One step down, stepping on one person's helmet and leaping to another place, when he was about to land, he was firmly caught by the galloping horse.

Although these heavy fogs did not affect the eyesight of brave fighters, they did affect ordinary soldiers. If someone approached, they would chop them down, and they could not tell the difference between the enemy and us. The soldiers were rampaging in the crowd.

  Can the brave fighters of the Alliance Army do this?

  Of course not.

  People are completely jealous!

   If Gong Xichou was chased and killed regardless, and all the soldiers on the path were killed, it might cause conflicts within the alliance army. At that time, King Zhu's rebel army was not killed, and his own people fought together first. But this is not Gong Xiqiu's most flamboyant operation.

  He went back and forth to kill several times. The blood of the soldiers of the Union Army was dripping on the dark green warhorse under his crotch.

   Armor added to the body, and strange "figures" appeared on the battlefield where you can't see your fingers. They only need to judge the enemy from the silhouette of the "figure".

  The dense fog had little effect on this group of soldiers.

   "Gong Xiqiu, take your life!"

  A long knife blocked Gong Xiqiu's path.

   When he saw it, it was an unfamiliar face.

   After a moment of pause, other brave generals came again.

  Gong Xichou sneered: "You people really don't know what is good or bad, and you kindly let your life go, but you want to stretch your neck over."

   "Don't be crazy!"

   Fight together again.

   Smelling the smell of blood in the air, bearing the fear of obstructed vision and numerous crises, the Alliance Army was very dissatisfied.

Even Gu Ren also had some criticisms - only the soldiers and horses under Wu Xian's tent, the leader of the alliance, could calmly deal with this kind of situation. , where can I sit still?

  The soldiers and horses under Wu Xian's tent took advantage of the cover of thick fog to intercept and kill many heads of the rebels.

  Furthermore, the nearly thousand elites led by Gong Xiqiu were obviously not affected by the dense fog, and took advantage of the dense fog to rush back and forth, causing considerable damage to several forces other than Wu Xian.

   Several factors superimpose, who can feel comfortable?

   "But if you stop at this time, it's tantamount to going back to the mountain!" Qin Li stated the facts calmly, his eyes were calm.

   One person held back his dissatisfaction and said: "But if we don't stop, we can't help but suspect that the leader will take the opportunity to kill his allies..."

   This remark is a bit of a shame.

  For a while, everyone turned uproariously.

  Qin Li's face darkened, and he looked at the leader Wu Xian.

   Wu Xian pondered for a while.

   secretly made eye contact with Qin Li.

  Finally, he gave up on Qin Li.

   "Gong Su, let's call it a day."

  Qin Li saluted slightly: "Yes, my lord."

  The elites who outflanked and killed King Xi's rebel army were already on the way to retreat. At this time, removing the dense fog would not put them in danger, so Qin Li did so without embarrassment.

  The dense fog dissipated, but the battlefield did not really stop.

  The scuffle lasted for more than two hours before it ended.

  The two armies withdraw their troops with gold, leave countless corpses, and send people to count them. Sixty percent of them belong to the rebel army of King Zhu, and 40% belong to the coalition army.

   Of those corpses belonging to the Alliance Army, 90% of them belonged to other forces, large and small, and only 10% belonged to Wu Xian's soldiers.

   They have the least losses and the most kills at the same time.

  The other forces have complaints in their hearts.

   In the final analysis, it is still the cauldron of this thick fog.

  However, Qin Li didn't think so.

He said indifferently: "This is just an ordinary dense fog. There are countless similar mazes and mist formations. Can you prevent the enemy from using these methods to interfere with the line of sight? As long as the command is proper, the impact can almost be eliminated. offset…"

   It is even less likely that the joke of one's own people killing one's own people will happen.

   The implication is that there is a problem with their own command.

  When the thick fog came together, the soldiers under their tent became a mess and turned into headless chickens running around, disobeying military orders.

  The losses caused by these problems also depend on others?

  Everyone was exposed by Qin Li, and their faces were red.

  Some people are ashamed, while others are angry.

   He was about to draw his sword violently.

  This person's atrocities were too abrupt, and the people around him couldn't stop him in time. Seeing that the knife was about to slash Qin Li, he stopped abruptly at the last moment. There was a trace of fear in the man's eyes, his hands loosened, and the long knife fell to the ground with a bang, his face was ashen.

  Leader Wu Xian knew that nothing would happen to Qin Li.

  However, this person wanted to kill his confidant in front of him, and when Wu Zhaode was made of clay figurines, he had no temper at all, right?

   Immediately, Wu Xian gave a cold snort.

   It fell on that person's ears like a thunderbolt exploding from the ground.

   A cold sweat broke out all over his body, and his hair stood on end.

He endured the thin sweat on his forehead and the twitching corners of his eyes, managed to regain his sanity, looked at the eyes of the people on the left and right, then took two steps back in fear: "Leader Wu, don't blame me, I'm just in a hurry, so I will, I will do it." Such a dizzy move..."

  Leader Wu Xian did not express his position immediately.

   Instead, she looked at him silently.

  The surrounding atmosphere was frozen and suffocating.

finally-

  He looked relieved.

  The atmosphere also eased up again.

Leader Wu Xian is sincere and heartbroken: "Your lords' feelings, Xian also knows. However, you can sit down and discuss everything in detail, and you will give everyone a satisfactory explanation no matter what. Impossible! What is the difference between this and brotherhood? We form an alliance for righteousness and crusade against King Zhu’s rebels. Don’t let them see the joke. Spread the word in the future, how will the people of the world and future generations treat us? "

  Everyone stopped talking immediately.

  The contradiction was easily revealed.

   If you make trouble again, who can stand up to a big hat?

   After this battle, they also realized the strength gap between themselves and the rebels of King Xiqiu—Gong Xichou led only 10,000 elites, and Xiaocheng still garrisoned some of them—

  The two sides are really going to fight, and it is hard to say who will win and who will lose.

  At least, it is impossible for one's own losses to be so small.

   Wu Xian is the main force of the main force of the alliance army. If they are completely annoyed and broken, no one will be able to please them.

  A small dispute came to an end.

   But the impact continues.

  The Union Army stopped to clean up the battlefield.

  Soldiers buried pots to make food and set up temporary camps.

  Shen Tang also went out to help along the way, doing his best.

  Although there were very few people, Shen Tang was always in the limelight. How could the Alliance Army dare to underestimate him? Not only did he not despise him, but he had some enthusiasm that could not be described in words. Chu Yao lifted the curtain of the temporary tent and asked, "Is Wulang awake?"

  Lin Feng, who was in charge of taking care of Shen Tang, stood up and answered.

   "Teacher, Mr. Lang is still asleep."

  Chu Yao looked worried, and murmured: "Are you awake yet?"

  Outside the tent, several well-known people from Shen Tang's side gathered together, even brothers Zhai Le and Zhai Huan also came to join in the fun after hearing the news.

  They stared closely at Chu Yao who came out.

  Chu Yao shook his head.

  Qi Shan said: "How is this possible?"

  Gu Chi also said: "That's right, Qi Yuanliang is still awake..."

  Shen Tang's injuries were shared equally with her praying for goodness. It was unreasonable that she was in a coma even though she was strong and strong and had repeatedly rescued her life from Gong Xichou's hands.

   After he finished speaking, he received Qi Shan's eyes.

  Gu Chi asked back: "Is your statement wrong?"

   Qishan is too lazy to rap with him.

Chu Yao ignored these two people, and continued on his own: "...Fortunately, Wulang's pulse condition is very stable, strong and powerful, full of energy and blood, so there should be nothing serious... Lin Feng, you asked someone to slaughter a piglet, and stewed broth to supplement Wulang's blood. One supplement..."

   Oh, those are not piggies anymore.

   After more than two months of raising, the body is already quite impressive.

Because of their existence, Shen Tang's logistics has also become a wonderful landscape in the alliance army - everyone fights with food and grass, and meat is mainly dried meat that is easy to preserve. There are only a very small amount of live livestock. Shen Tang's side is not Same.

   There are a lot of big pigs and small pigs.

   Marching has to drive pigs.

  The pig was frightened and ran away and had to run after it.

  The key is that they are all fat.

   That flesh is trembling, no one can't get enough of it.

  Although pork is smelly, some wealthy people don’t bother to eat it, thinking that they can’t be served on the table, but for ordinary people who can’t eat meat food several times a year, smelly pork is also a rare meat food...

   As for the inedible taste?

   It’s good to eat meat, but you’re still picky about the taste?

   Therefore, they were a little greedy looking at the pig.

   The soldiers on Shen Tang's side shifted shifts several times a night, for fear that if no one was watching, the pigs would be sneaked away by others.

  For Shen Tang, Chu Yao decided to kill one!

  Lin Feng said: "Well, the students will go now."

  Chu Yao raised his eyes and looked at Qishan: "I'll make it up for you too—you really are a fool, you really are not afraid of death at all."

   Praying for goodness is somewhat "flattering".

  Good guy, this piggy still has his share?

  Although he dislikes pork very much, this is the pork that Chu Yao, who was so searched, showed his favor to him and served it. He decided to take two chopsticks for face. Hearing the latter sentence, Qishan said again: "What is there to be afraid of, the way of scribes is something I can control?"

  Being injured means that Shen Tang always trusts him. If Mr. Shen is injured but he doesn’t respond, it means that the trust is gone.

   This is out of his control.

   Thinking about it better, at least it means that he made the right choice.

  Chu Yao asked: "Then what do you have to hide?"

   He remembered.

   That day, when he intercepted the tax bank escorted by Captain Yang, Qi Shan was injured even though he was far away from the center of the melee. At that time, he thought that he had neglected to pay attention, but now that he thinks about it, the problem has already begun.

  Qi Shan said: "With Shen Xiaolang...my lord's temperament, if he finds out, he will definitely restrain his hands and feet, which will be very unfavorable—"

  Whether it is a fighting general or something else, as long as you fight with your life, too many scruples will limit yourself, and ruin your precious life at the critical moment. Now it is still necessary for Shen Tang to do it himself, and it is impossible to prevent Shen Tang from taking action, so it cannot be too restrictive.

  Chu Yao is different from him.

  If Shen Tang dies, Chu Yao will die too, but the usual injuries will not affect Chu Yao, but praying for good is different—any damage Shen Tang suffers will be shared with him in half. But, how can there be no injury in a life-and-death fight? How can you be so restrained?

   Therefore, Qishan chose to conceal.

  Even if he knew that with Shen Tang's prowess in the battlefield, getting injured was commonplace, and he couldn't hide it for long if he wanted to hide it.

  Chu Yao: "...can you untie it?"

  Qi Shan asked back: "Can you control your scribes?"

  Chu Yao: "..."

  Qi Shan said: "That's fine."

   There are not a few Wenxin literati in the world who have the way of literati, but there are not many who can really control them. Most of them suffer from the negative influence of incomplete literati way—typical examples are Gu Chi and Kang Shi. Pray for good words, not ashamed.

  Chu Yao: "..."

  To complement the shape with the shape, let's eat more pig brains!

  Gu Chi couldn't help covering the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

  He raised his eyebrows when he was healthy.

   I don't understand why Gu Chi saw these two people laughing.

  Among all the people, only Zhai Huan cared about the losses of the two armies.

   As for Zhai Le? ? ?

  He was thinking about Piggy.

  Suddenly remembered how delicious the pig that Shen Tang had bragged to him before. Recently, he was recuperating from his injuries and drank medicine every day.

   Don’t know if I can try it…

  Shen Tang woke up from the smell of meat.

  My stomach growled and sang the empty city plan.

  She sat up straight suddenly, startling Lin Feng.

   "Lang Jun, you finally woke up!"

  Lin Feng was so happy that his eyes turned red into rabbit eyes.

  Shen Tang loosened his muscles and bones stiff from sleeping, and accidentally pulled the wound, grinning his teeth in pain: "Wake up, wake up, why are you crying?"

   "Lang Jun, you have been asleep for two or three hours."

   Shen Tang looked at the sky outside, and it was indeed dark.

   She asked: "The rebels retreated?"

  Lin Feng nodded: "Retired, more than 2,500 people were lost."

  More than 2,500 people?

   Almost lost a quarter of it.

  Shen Tang shook his head inwardly—with such a big loss, as the chief general, Gong Xichou would inevitably have to eat the first meal.

  Speaking of Paige—

  She remembered the smell of gluttonous meat wafting in the air.

  The mood brightened: "What is so delicious roasting outside?"

  Lin Feng smiled and said, "It's a pig raised by Mr. Lang."

  Mr. Lang really didn't lie to her.

  The pigs that have been castrated really have no fishy smell. No matter it is stewed, fried or roasted, the meat is very fragrant, and the aroma is very attractive.

  Shen Tang shouted: "My pig!!"

  She thought it was her big wild boar that was slaughtered.

  She likes riding that wild boar.

  Hearing the bad news suddenly, Shen Tang kicked away the quilt that was in the way, put on his coat indiscriminately, put his shoes on backwards, and ran out, leaving Lin Feng stunned. I don't know, I thought Mr. Lang's mount (specifically referring to the motorcycle) was slaughtered...

  She hurriedly picked up the cloak to keep out the cold and chased out.

  While running, he said: "Mr. Lang, put this on."

  Shen Tang's mind is full of her pigs.

   There were only two hundred people on her side, and the camp was small, so Chu Yao didn't pay much attention to it, and directly set up Shen Tang's exclusive small kitchen not far from Shen Tang's temporary camp. She arrived without taking two steps.

  For a while, I stared at Qishan.

  They have eyes and ears.

   That is to say—

   Don't miss Shen Tang's hoarse "My pig".

  Zhai Le put down the skewered roast pork.

   (σ)σ:*☆

   In the blink of an eye, it's the end of the month again.

   Hey, the 29th, 30th and 31st are double monthly tickets again

   (If there are children's shoes who want to reward, you can move it to after 8:00 pm, and the monthly reward will be doubled)

   Alas, this month is **** and rainy again, so difficult

   Begging for a monthly pass past zero

   PS: Today, I was "lucky" with a Dareu 100-key gold powder switch keyboard. The typing is really light, but the sound sounds like AKKO's jelly blue switch, which is very crisp. However, the jelly blue switch has a sense of paragraph and is heavier, while the gold powder switch is very light, very comfortable, and very lubricated, which is the gospel of the code word party.

   PPS: The large key space of Dareu A100 top version is really stretching a lot of hips, loose, and the sound is uncomfortable... Wait for the grease to arrive, see if it can be adjusted...

  (end of this chapter)