Dahan Pirate Air Force

The red robe tightened suddenly. It was very close-fitting at first, and then became tighter and tighter, like a tight-fitting prison uniform.

Pasha screamed and reached out to open his clothes, but found that they were tightly buttoned.He wanted to tear the fabric, but found that the fabric looked ordinary, but was flexible and strong, and there was nothing he could do with it.

The clothes were so tight that Pasha could hardly breathe and felt extremely itchy.He scratched his body with his hands, but it was of no use being blocked by the material of his clothes.He felt that his face was also itching unbearably, and he couldn't help but scratch it with his hands. However, the more he scratched, the more itchy he became, and his face continued to be scratched with bloody streaks.

Looking at his dying struggle, Zhang Bai smiled and said: "How is it? Do you still think that this red robe came from a tailor shop?" He put his hands behind his back and wandered back and forth in front of the pasha, but did not help. .

The red robe was still tightening, and Pasha couldn't even care about the itching on his face now. His lungs were squeezed to the point where he could hardly expand. He was suffocating to death and couldn't even speak a word. He pulled the red robe with both hands desperately. But it has no effect.

Zhang Bai smiled evilly on the side: "You see you still don't trust me and are always unwilling to fully cooperate. In fact, we can be a good partner."

He showed a helpless look, "I can kill you at any time, but I am not a butcher and I don't like killing people. I can give you one last chance. From now on, if you are willing to recognize me as the new leader, Ahu Rama, if you become my subordinate, then I will let you go free. I think this is more fair, what do you think?" Zhang Bai asked the pasha seemingly casually.

Pasha's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.On the one hand, he was strangled by the red robe, and on the other hand, he was completely shocked. This young boy actually wanted to be an Ahurama?He couldn't speak or make any expression, he just shook his head violently.

Zhang Bai fell silent and stared at Pasha, watching him twist and roll in pain without saying a word.

The red robe was wrapped tighter and tighter, and blood flowed from the corner of Pasha's mouth. Now he couldn't even roll because his ribs were broken. He felt excruciating pain whenever he rolled, and even if he was in pain, he couldn't make a sound.His eyes were black, and he could only breathe out, not in. Death was right in front of him.

Pasha finally felt fear, and Al Hilal's shrill cry appeared in his ears in his dream: "I am in the dark -!"

He regretted it and wanted to beg Zhang Bai for mercy. He was speechless and could only nod his head desperately. However, the movement of his head involved the broken ribs in his chest, and he fainted due to another burst of severe pain.

......

In the moonlight, Zhang Bai jumped into the Tigris River from Zero. He had not taken a bath for many days.Soaking comfortably in the clean river water, he had imagined such a life in his previous life, but of course he did not have the courage.Now that he is a cultivator of Taoism, there is no danger in doing so.He lay stretched out in the water, looking up at the boundless moonlight, thinking that he still lacked a piece of soap.

Mu Jing suddenly appeared next to him, startling Zhang Bai. He quickly covered the key, sank into the water and came up again: "Hey! I said you are a goddess, can you not peek at men taking a shower? Be reserved. OK?"

"It's none of your business," Mu Jing pursed her lips and snickered, "It's comfortable here, I just want to talk to you here."

"Okay, then you say it!" Zhang Bai changed his swimming position and lay on the water.

"I heard that you forced the pasha to recognize you as the leader?" Mu Jing asked, tilting his head.

That’s what happened.Zhang Bai almost forced Pasha to death today. This die-hard man has almost all his ribs broken and is unconscious in bed. The Roman doctor is taking care of him.

After finally being free, the Roman doctor finally had time to tell him his name. His name was Titus. His grandfather was the famous Roman miracle doctor Galen of Pergamon, who had written more than 500 medical books.

"Uh... yes! But this is just a plan of mine. I don't really like to be a leader." Zhang Bai explained. "It's really just a try, I don't have much confidence."

"What's the plan?" Mu Jing asked.

"That's right, the purpose of our coming here now is to let King Artaban and his army join together, and if possible, return to the capital to quell the rebellion there. But you should have noticed before that this is a battlefield, and the army can't escape Don't open your body. If you still want to achieve your goal, generally speaking, you must first defeat the enemy on the opposite side, then return to Ctesiphon, and then defeat the enemy there." Zhang Bai said.

"In short, we have at least two big battles to fight, and there will be rivers of blood by then. It is estimated that at least five or six thousand people will die, and there will be at least ten thousand injured with broken legs and hands. The God of Death is preparing to enjoy What about this destruction!”

Mu Jing remained silent after hearing this, feeling a little unbearable in her heart. "So your plan has something to do with this?" she asked.

"Of course!" Zhang Bai thought for a while and said, "I don't want so many people to die, even if they are not of my race. So I want to use Zoroastrian Cult. If I am the leader, then this battle on the other side will be good. Whether you put down the rebellion in the capital, you can greatly reduce the casualties. I am not God, that's all I can do, so do your best! It doesn't matter if you don't succeed, we didn't cause this war."

After hearing this, Mu Jing smiled. She looked at Zhang Bai and said, "You are very good. You are indeed the person I like!"

Confess your love?Is this a confession?It’s a bit sudden!In this case, if you dare not respond clearly, you are not a man!

"Sister Mu Jing, don't worry! It's a classic sister-brother relationship like the two of us. Generally speaking, the woman must keep calm. When I reach the legal age in a few years, I will marry..."

“Get away—!”

Zhang Bai, who was sunk, was bubbling in the water.

"What's going on? Are you right?"

......

As soon as he woke up, the first thing Zhang Bai did was to replenish hydrogen. Now that his cultivation had improved, he could prepare gas very quickly. It took almost half an hour to complete the tattooing of the gas tank and the spacecraft air bag.

When we got on the boat, breakfast was already prepared. Today, Qingchi prepared pancakes, which were filled with bacon brought from Peshawar. After being grilled and sandwiched in pancakes, they tasted good. Most of the people on the two ships ate them very well.

Except for the king, his Majesty the King really cannot accept such poor food.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Bai advised: "Your Majesty, you should take care of your health and eat as much as you can! I feel sorry for you when you are like this...!" He pretended to feel sorry for the king, and even covered his eyes with his hands to pretend cry.

But Mu Jing hid aside and shook her head as if vomiting. What a shame!