Quick Wear High Martial Arts: The system wants me to be a dog

The last time the Star Gate of Zhenxing City was close to being captured, I had heard that the Ning family’s warriors suffered heavy losses.

But no one thought...the death toll was divided by whole number.

Battles had been brutal in the past, but battles to this extent were rare.

Finally, it’s the last team’s turn.

An old warrior who lost a leg and an arm.

The other wounds on the old warrior's body were also shocking, because those scars were obviously left by the destruction of his blood and vitality. It would be difficult to heal, and he might have to endure the pain of a damaged foundation for the rest of his life.

The badge on the old warrior's chest was even more eye-catching.

There is a scarlet word "Ning" engraved on it, and people are familiar with what it represents.

The Ning Family Army, all its members are descendants of the Ning Family.

The old warrior limped to Ning Qiao, holding an alloy crutch.

He knocked on his chest three times, following the unique etiquette of the Ning Family Army.

"Zhenxing Division, numbered Ning Family Army Team 2, a total of 800 people, 799 killed in battle, only 1 person was killed!"

Listening to the sonorous announcement,

The crowd was silent.

This is the Ning family.

If a battle ever takes place, the Ning family will definitely be the one that rushes to the front and has the most warriors killed.

Ning Qiao patted the old warrior on the shoulder, forced a smile, and laughed: "Stinky boy, you finally surpassed me in one thing. The once high-spirited and vigorous middle-aged man has turned into a little old man, hahahaha."

The old warrior is not that old.

It was only because he had exhausted all his energy and blood in the battle and suffered irreversible trauma that he aged beyond recognition.

The old warrior also laughed and said, "Indeed, I look older than you, so I am better than you in one aspect."

"With this body of mine, you may have to visit my grave someday."

Ning Qiao patted him and said, "You wish to have an eighth-grade golden body expert visit your grave."

The old warrior grinned and said, "I'm a first-class meritorious service."

Ning Qiao patted the old warrior's shoulder tightly, and then without any nonsense, he said loudly, "Everyone, you can go home now."

As the words fell.

The old warrior picked up the two urns in one hand and walked away silently with a crutch in the other.

Inside are his two children.

Soon, the rest of the family members who were notified in advance came in one after another to claim the bodies.

Ning Feng stood on the observation deck of a building above the Sculpture Square, watching the bodies being claimed one by one.

"Jiang Nianchu?"

Suddenly, Ning Feng's expression froze. He actually saw Jiang Nianchu also walking onto the stage.

A body was taken away.

Jiang Nianchu looked at the corpse in front of him, reached out and grabbed a corner of the white cloth covering the corpse, hesitated for two seconds, then lifted the cloth, revealing a slightly immature face.

Still a teenager.

"Brother, go home."

"With you accompanying Mom, I don't have to worry about her getting scared."

……

Ning Feng didn't know why the people from the Jiang family came to the Ning family to join the army.

But his attention was quickly diverted, because at this moment, Ning Feng saw another familiar face.

A young girl, holding a box tightly and with her face slightly lowered, passed by Jiang Nianchu.

Li Xiaoqi.

Beside Li Xiaoqi, two warriors were pushing a corpse on her behalf.

Ning Feng understood why Li Xiaoqi was in such a state recently.

This means that two of Li Xiaoqi's relatives died in the war. The box in his arms may contain ashes or a cenotaph.

However, Ning Feng immediately regained his composure as he still had a mission to complete today.

Ning Feng suddenly sat cross-legged, emptied his mind, and activated one of the Nine Secrets of Covering the Sky. Immediately, the Secret of All Words was successfully activated.

The word "Jie" can increase the combat power by 10 times. This "Requiem of the Dead" is also a martial art, so it can naturally increase the effect tenfold.

At this time, an ancient zither appeared in front of Ning Feng, as black as ink.

A purple moon suddenly appeared behind him, and snowflakes were falling all around him.

Under the moonlight, heavy snow was falling. Ning Feng, in white clothes as white as snow, sat cross-legged, bathing in the moonlight, like a god.

"Hmm? Not a vision,"

"It's a mental attack technique, and it's quite artistic."