[Quick Transmigration] When handsome T dresses as a female match

Carlisle on the opposite side stopped shouting, and a sharp epee pierced through from under his feet. Mo Qing was not bad at all, and couldn't dodge in time, and was thrown to the ground in embarrassment.

Carlisle took off Raphael's helmet, stroked his fiery red hair irritably, and said, "What's the matter with you, Mo Qing, you've only been on the battlefield a few times, and you're acting like this?" After finishing speaking, the boy looked fiercely He pointed his sword at Mo Qing's face, the distance was less than five centimeters, almost touching the fine hair on the boy's face.

Mo Qing rubbed his shoulders with a painful expression, the pain after Carlisle's heavy blow just now remained on it—"No," he argued in a low voice, "it's just that I always feel restless recently, and I feel that something is hovering above my head , very palpitating."

Carlisle glanced at him inexplicably, and sat down next to him: "Why don't I feel this way?"

Mo Qing smiled wryly, "Yeah, why am I the only one who feels this way?" As he spoke, the man pretended to be cool and put his arms around Carlisle's shoulders, "Maybe this is an omen that something bad is about to happen to me."

Carlisle gave him a blank look, and pointed to the distance, "In my opinion, it's very ominous for you and your fiancée to be together after the war!" Mo Qing looked over and happened to see it, Chang Le ran over He smiled and scolded Carlisle, waved his hand, and greeted him.

Not far away, the mechanical class carried huge overhaul boxes one by one, calling for the soldiers with damaged mechs to come over for overhaul. Carlisle pouted and walked over.

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Faria's left arm is almost completely useless.

Ander said so in front of him, the harsh words did not take into account the feelings of God Raphael.

Faria also didn't move a bit of her stiff expression, she was smiling all over her face, as if she was listening to the sad news of an irrelevant person.

It was Torresi who heard the news later with a mournful look on his face.

In the battle of Tanghu the next day, the second generation God of War God You Tianwai seemed to have an unknown soul stuffed in Felia, and was almost hit by the god machine cannon again and again. Zhu Qing really wanted to copy it. The sword slapped him a few times.

His appearance is really too dangerous.The woman turned her head and glanced at the tank with a black gun barrel not far away, surrounded by a large group of mech men, in twos and threes, with sharp swords shining coldly, eager to try.

Everyone wanted the honor of being the third to behead the God Machine Cannon after Faria and Zhu Qing.

As a result, the magic machine gun turned its head, and the boys ran away in fright.

Zhu Qing: .....

Faria snorted and stood next to Zhuqing, the whites of his eyes were turned so that the black eyeballs could hardly be seen, and the luster of Raphael's bronze streamer perfectly contrasted the man's seriously injured and unable to change his bad temper.

"Look at these grandchildren being cowardly." The disgust in the man's eyes almost poured out.He moved his left arm itchyly, which was welded by Lippi's violent law enforcement - the seemingly intact steel left arm was like a layer of fine copper juice, hot and embedded between the arm and the armor, almost moving No—finally Faria cursed violently, pulled out the sword with her right hand, and was about to run up, when Zhu Qing shot out the bronze sword from a squint and blocked her eyes.

"Battalion Commander, please don't make it difficult for me." The woman smiled on the skin, her smile was extremely false.

Faria stared at the demon for a long time, but unfortunately the smile of the demon seemed to be welded onto his face, without any change—the man had no choice but to smile bitterly, "Aren't you also a sick patient..." As he spoke, he hit him with his sword. Zhu Qing's right arm was still wrapped with a snow-white bandage.

"So we have to supervise each other." Zhu Qing said leisurely," Teacher Lippi said."

This sentence successfully turned Faria into a saw-jawed gourd.

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The war has progressed to this point, and the loss of both sides has reached a point where it is difficult to calculate and check clearly. The war machines of the two duchies have been driven to the extreme, as if a burning gear is turning at high speed, and a random twig gets stuck in it. Earth-shattering collapses and accidents will occur in this train running at wind speed.

The trainee knights are growing crazily with a speed that can't be compared with the tender bamboo shoots after the rain, as if they look like a day, Lippi personally commented-the young people of this generation can be regarded as not catching up with the good times, or they can be regarded as Catch up with the best time.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

The bad thing is that he was reborn in the cracks between the flames of war between the two countries, struggling to survive.Serving the country in a troubled world is a hundred times more risky than in a peaceful and prosperous world. The endless war gaps are filled with the lives and souls of people who are inexperienced or unlucky.

Fortunately, he was still born in this troubled world.Opportunities are rare, as the ancestors said, wealth and wealth are sought in danger.Young life is always full of vigor and vigor, and everyone's eyes are sharp and terrifying.

They spent several months struggling between life and death, and countless scars on their bodies and hearts, in exchange for experience and experience that the previous generation of knights may not have learned in decades-if they can survive the battlefield, even if they lack arms or legs , that is also worth blowing for a lifetime.

War is the wealth and honor that splashes the sky. If you succeed, you will become famous, and if you lose, you will be unknown.

Torresi looked at the young knights who had made great progress compared to half a month ago but were still no match for even one round of the magic cannon, and felt as if a group of ants were biting back and forth.

With a loud bang, a wave of people was blown away, and the flying blood flowers almost landed on the tip of the man's nose.

Torresi cursed, and rushed forward with his sword in hand.

Mo Qing clutched his bloody right arm, the badly injured tendons and muscles trembled so badly that he couldn't even lift the lightest bronze sword, his abdomen was pierced by explosive shrapnel, blood was flowing like an inexhaustible spring, his eyes were black White for a while.Tortured by the severe pain, his face was distorted. He hissed, squinted his eyes and looked at the Qiyue soldiers who hurriedly gathered in the distance, and gritted his teeth and spat out.

Wanting to pick it up, the young man grinned grinningly——it depends on whether you can pick it up.

Thinking of this, Mo Qing let out an angry roar, blood was about to spurt out of his mouth, and he charged forward with the sword in one hand.

A bomb exploded majestically behind Torresi, the sky was full of dust and smoke, the man was thrown by the air waves and turned over a few somersaults, seeing that he was about to be smashed by a stone to die for his country, he quickly turned around in the air, and reluctantly smashed into his body On the ground next to the stone, the heavy impact made him unable to cry out in pain.

Panting heavily, he touched his waist and abdomen, felt a bright red wet hand under the dense mecha, and smiled wryly.

It's really windy and stormy, and the gutters and trails overturned the boat.

He was stoned to death.I can't be cowardly anymore.

The young man spat a few mouthfuls on the ground, managed to stand up, and rushed over from the Divine Machine Cannon—but upon closer inspection, the tall figure shook slightly.

What Torresi didn't know was that Faria could see his changes clearly from a distance with his falcon-like eyes.The man looked at it with anxiety in his heart. He gouged out a glance at Zhu Qing, who was also serious, and raised his hand to lay the bronze sword on the woman's slender neck. The shining blade was decisive.

"Ashan, I'm sorry." Faria said expressionlessly, the epee in her hand didn't even shake, and she stared coldly into Zhu Qing's iron-gray eyes: "But in this situation, I can't go , So, "he sighed suddenly, give me your epee. "

Zhu Qing assessed the stiffness of his neck calmly, and moved his lips lightly: "If I don't give it." At the same time, the woman turned her hand away and pressed the button on her left arm silently - all the heavy swords were behind her back There was a slight vibration.

"Don't move." Faria tilted his head and looked, "I heard the sound of the epee being activated." He shook his head with a relaxed expression and smiled, "Ashan, even if you are a genius, even if I crippled one Hand, you can't do me." The man smiled helplessly, his brows were anxious but also proud, "I thought you knew this."

"..." Zhu Qing didn't speak.

"Now, hand over your sword—if you don't hand it in, I'll knock you unconscious—" He paused slightly, "Then hand it over, it's the same anyway." Faria shrugged pretending to be relaxed, Arm straightened and motionless, the sword pointed at Zhu Qing's face whose expression was not clear.

There was a moment of stalemate.

The woman smiled lowly, her voice was sinister and gentle: "Brother, why don't you think that I flicked the epee to wish you a helping hand—to help Brother Torresi together?" She cast a reproachful glance at Faria.

Faria: ...

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Torresi let out an angry roar, and swung the epee over his head fiercely. The layer of human flesh pointed by the sword was flying, and blood spattered all over his face. He stood on the ground, bent over, and his whole body was splashed with bright red, just like a brilliant hero who died late in the heroic epic.

Suddenly a gust of wind hit from behind, the man's eyes widened, and he dodged a cold sword coming from behind with difficulty - the eyeballs of the Qiyue warrior seemed to be soaked with blood.

In the next second, Torresi was hit by a heavy punch in the lower abdomen, the sound of bone breaking was clear and loud, and a mouthful of blood was spat far away——then he saw a familiar figure who was very uncomfortable An epee attacked the attacker sneakily, and turning around, Mo Qing was also pale as paper and panted heavily, and supported Torresi's figure who was about to fall:

"Senior, are you alright?" The young man's lips were pale, and the wound on his right arm was almost turning white with exhausted blood.

"Get out of the way, kid, I don't need you to save me!" Torresi violently pushed Mo Qing away—out of the frontal firing range of the magic machine gun.

"Then how about I come to save you?" Faria's voice drifted out as if she had seen a ghost.

Torresi froze.

"That's a good thing." The man changed his words in a polite manner.

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So the four formed groups of two and prepared to carry it to the high tide of Tanghu Lake.

Zhu Qing and Mo Qing opened up back to back, and the woman keenly felt the slight tremors in the back of the man leaning on her back, "Mo Qing, are you alright?" Moon Warrior.

"If something happens, it's okay now." Mo Qing smiled wryly, feeling that the world in front of her had begun to turn upside down.

Zhu Qing lowered his eyelids, without responding, unscrewed the sword array, and silently guarded Mo Qing's body.

The fierce battle is like devouring human flesh and blood.

This tiger-wolf-like enemy carried a winter-like chill, and the killer's hands were numb and trembling. Zhu Qing felt that her eyes were swollen and painful from the splashed hot blood, and her tiger's mouth was numb, but she was still there. Swinging the epee vigorously, his elegant body was no longer agile, and the mecha that was intact and shiny an hour ago was already scarred and thin to the bone.

The setting sun in the distance was like blood, Zhu Qing felt a burst of exhaustion from the heart, his hand trembled, and his right hand was almost cut off by the enemy's sword.

What she didn't know was that behind her, Mo Qing, who hadn't noticed with a blink of an eye, was already weakly leaning on the epee, and slowly slid down - under the boy's broken mecha, there was a large puddle of dried blood.

The surrounded Tasillas were like endless ants.

Suddenly, the demon heard a weak and urgent call:

"Be careful, Ah Shan—!"

The ruthless voice of the system exploded in the mind of the demon, and the hairs all over her body stood on end: [The progress of the second world mission is terminated.mission failed!mission failed!Reason for failure [death of the male protagonist] Reason for failure [death of the male protagonist]!Punishment pending! 】

Zhu Qing felt his blood go cold.

She turned her head abruptly, her eyes tearing open.

——I saw the blood-drained young boy kneeling on the ground with a pale face. Beads, dripping down.

The direction that the blade pointed was Zhu Qing's back.

Mo Qing is dead.