Travel through troubled times and escape famine with the system

How big are these shoes?

So, is asking someone how big their feet are the only way you can start a conversation?

Qian Zhaode looked around anxiously, afraid that others would notice their unusual behavior.

Fortunately, there were wounded soldiers wailing everywhere in this temple, and everyone was busy with their own things, so no one paid any attention to them.

Ma Lin looked at Lu Ming in confusion, and then continued to bandage the wounded soldier beside him.

"There is no point in talking any more. If you really want to treat your general flag's injuries, bring him here immediately."

As Ma Lin was speaking, he heard a roar coming from the tent next to him.

When they turned around, they saw a wounded soldier with a burnt face breaking through the tent with a half-broken knife in his hand, slashing around randomly.

"Someone come and restrain him!"

"His eyes and ears were burned by the kerosene and he thought he was still on the battlefield..."

An injured medical officer crawled out of the tent and shouted loudly to the soldiers outside.

Hearing this, the surrounding soldiers immediately rushed forward.

"Let's go!"

Seeing that the surrounding soldiers were all paying attention to that side, Qian Zhaode hurriedly came behind Lu Ming and whispered.

Lu Ming was unmoved by what he said. Instead, he reached out and grabbed Ma Lin's arm.

"Mr. Ma, there is a brother in the tent who is in bad condition. Please help him!"

Ma Lin had no time to think before Lu Ming pulled him into the tent next door.

"You are kidding..."

As soon as Ma Lin stood firm, he shouted loudly to Lu Ming.

But what responded to him was a solid knife strike!

"hiss……"

Feeling pain in his neck, Ma Lin took a deep breath and glared at Lu Ming angrily!

"Do you know how many military sticks you will have to pay for beating up a medical officer in the barracks? Believe it or not, I will call for help right now..."

Qian Zhaode, who followed in behind, was stunned at this time.

He totally couldn't understand what Lu Ming was going to do, but seeing that Ma Lin was getting more and more excited, in order to prevent himself from being exposed, Qian Zhaode still took a step forward and smashed Ma Lin's head directly with the handle of the knife.

Ma Lin fell to the ground, and Qian Zhaode stepped forward and grabbed Lu Ming by the collar.

"Are you looking for death? If he shouts, none of us can leave!!"

Lu Ming did not resist, but just frowned at Qian Zhaode.

"Die, die!"

"Brother Lu saved our lives. If we can't take the medical officer with us, he will die."

"If you are afraid, you can leave now. I will take Ma Lin away!"

Hearing this, Qian Zhaode raised his hand and slapped Lu Ming on the cheek.

"Do you fucking think I don't have balls?"

"I dare to go into the Jin army camp with you, and I am afraid of death..."

As he was speaking, Qian Zhaode was suddenly stunned, and then as if he remembered something, he turned his head to look inside the tent.

There were more than a dozen wounded soldiers lying in the room with no injuries to their limbs. They were all staring blankly at Lu Ming and Qian Zhaode.

"You...are warriors..."

The two sides looked at each other, and a Jin soldier murmured in disbelief.

"Come……"

Just as the Jin soldier was about to speak, Qian Zhaode had already drawn the dagger from his waist, flew over, and stabbed the man in the heart.

Lu Ming was more direct. He reached out and drew his sword, then turned around and slashed at the Jin soldier next to him.

"There are soldiers attacking the camp!!"

These dozen or so wounded soldiers were all lightly injured. They only needed to stay in the nunnery to stop bleeding and recuperate before they could return to the battlefield again.

However, when it came time to treat the wounds, these people had already taken off their weapons, and had no useful tools at hand except the medicine bowls.

At this time, facing Lu Ming and the other two who were wearing full armor and holding swords, these Jin soldiers were fearless, but facing the sharp blades, they could only die.

The howling sounded just as it stopped abruptly. Among the dozen Jin soldiers in the tent, nine were beheaded by Lu Ming's sword.

Outside the tent, the sound of chaotic footsteps could be heard.

"I can't leave!" Qian Zhaode drew out his sword and shouted through gritted teeth: "Let's fight, it's enough anyway!"

But at this time, Lu Ming picked up a broken arm from the side and wiped it on Ma Lin's face.

"I'll lead them away!"

"Change Ma's clothes, throw him into the pile of dead bodies, and then find a way to leave this camp!"

"We must save Brother Lu!!"

At this time, Ma Lin's face was covered in blood. Lu Ming threw away his broken arm, stood up, and kicked Qian Zhaode who was standing there in a daze.

Qian Zhaode flew up, crashed out of the tent door and fell to the ground.

Lu Ming raised his hand and slashed the tent cloth on the side, then rushed out.

There were already twenty or thirty soldiers surrounding the tent.

Because the nunnery was located in the back of the camp, all the soldiers were there to help rescue people, and no one was wearing armor or carrying a sword.

So except for a few three or five soldiers who were holding swords, most of them were holding tools such as pestles and spoons, and looked at Lu Ming and Qian Zhaode from afar.

Lu Ming was covered in blood. He looked around and then raised his knife and pointed it in the direction of Qian Zhaode.

"Golden Dog! You're out of luck today!"

"Remember! Grandpa's name will never change. He is Lu Ming, the shield leader of the third group of the Qingzhou Army's Wind Chasing Battalion!"

"Next time we meet, I will take your head to avenge my brothers!!"

With a roar, Lu Ming wiped the blood off his face, then swung his sword and rushed out of the temple to kill.

The surrounding Jin soldiers shouted "Wu Jun is attacking the camp", and most of them followed Lu Ming and left.

At this time, Qian Zhaode, who was lying on the ground, had red eyes and finally came to his senses.

Looking at the Jin soldiers slowly surrounding him, Qian Zhaode supported himself with his sword and stood up trembling.

"Attack the camp..."

Qian Zhaode looked at the figure that was completely hidden by the tent in the distance, gritted his teeth and growled.

Seeing that the Jin soldiers were still approaching, Qian Zhaode suddenly raised his sword and shouted again in a trembling voice.

"The bandits attacked the camp! Catch him!!"

After shouting this, Qian Zhaode became furious. He secretly sucked his cheeks, and then bit off a large piece of meat.

With the severe pain, Qian Zhaode opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He then pressed his chest, staggered two steps, and threw away the sword in his hand.

Seeing Qian Zhaode injured, the surrounding Jin soldiers all felt relieved and put down their weapons.

"Brother, you are injured, lend me your knife first!"

A soldier with a small flag and a long badge on his waist stepped forward, picked up Qian Zhaode's sword and chased him away, while the others rushed into the tent to check.

Seeing this, Qian Zhaode quickly broke away from the Jin soldier who was trying to support him, lowered his head and rushed into the tent.

In the camp, corpses were scattered all over the ground, with broken limbs and intestines scattered all over the place.

Seeing the Jin soldiers standing at a loss in the tent, Qian Zhaode stood beside Ma Lin unnoticed.

"They were all killed by that martial dog! Give me a hand, everyone, help carry the bodies to the pile of corpses outside the nunnery."