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Not many Uzians were found in that team, only seven or eight at full count, not even a full "light cavalry team", three or four less than the two hundred and five who came out of the cooking class and insisted on courting death personal.

But even if there are only two Uz people, it is enough to kill this group of three-legged cats.

Although the Longxi military camp has the habit of new recruits entering the cooking squad, they are all young people in their fifteenth or sixteenth year. 27 Eight veterans who are still daydreaming can compare.

Holding the sickle for cutting pigweed, Pei Xiangyun jumped out from behind the cover on his horse, and ran towards the group of Uz people desperately.

Take a gamble, bet that he alone can kill everyone in front of him.

If you win the bet, everyone must go together, and if you lose the bet, you will die here together.

It was the arrow with the feather that hurt Chen San just now, and it was nailed in the soil after brushing his neck, and the arrow feathers were still trembling slightly in the air.

Pei Xiangyun's face gradually glowed with a bloodthirsty light, no matter whether they were holding bows and arrows or other weapons, the warlike blood in their bodies was already boiling the moment they charged out on horseback.

In his previous life, no matter whether he was in the Longxi military camp or in Wusi, he had experienced more battlefields than others. In fact, he didn't pay much attention to these people in front of him at all.

The Wusi people didn't see any other ambush soldiers after they injured Chen San at first, thinking that they had scared the Yan people. Before they had time to think about when the Yan people were so easy to deal with, they saw a black shadow rushing straight over.

The leader was still holding a pair of bows and arrows, and without a snort, someone simply wiped his neck with some sharp weapon.

Blood spurted out, and the person standing behind him jumped in fright, his voice suddenly became shrill, he said something loudly in Ursi, turned his horse's head and ran back.

The Uz soldiers at the back realized what was going on when they heard the shouts, and quickly set up their bows and arrows, waiting for the desperate Han to rush over.

But Pei Xiangyun was not afraid at all.

He is like a lunatic, he doesn't care what weapon you use, just put the sword in his hand into the heart of others, even if the result is to die together.

The people in the cooking class shouted behind Pei Xiangyun: "Little brother, do you want us to help? We—"

Pei Xiangyun had no time to pay attention to their shouts, a ruthless light flashed in his eyes, even though he saw the Uz people erecting a heavy bow in front of them, they kept moving forward for a moment, as if nothing could stop him.

The sickle for cutting hogweed was not sharp in the first place, and it hadn't been changed in the cooking class for several years. At most, it was polished by the way during maintenance, and the edge of the knife had long been covered with a layer of dark red rust.

But this sickle was like a unparalleled sharp weapon in Pei Xiangyun's hands.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the sickle spun around in the air, precisely avoiding the heavy sword of the Uz man, and bent down to pass the sickle through the gap between the horse's head and the man's arm.

Pei Xiangyun used a lot of strength, as if he was afraid that the blunt blade would not be able to cut through the enemy's flesh and blood. When the Uz soldiers fell off their horses, they did not forget to make up for it again. It didn't take long for the Uz soldiers' light cavalry to be rammed It was a mess, and only one living person survived.

The man had never seen such a person who was like the King of Hades descending into the world. His hands and feet were trembling and he crawled backwards until his back hit a tree.

Pei Xiangyun slowly drove his horse up to him, looking at him coldly with his black eyes.

It was only now that the soldiers of Naus realized that the living King of Hades didn't even wear a piece of armor, and only had a set of armor on his body, and at this moment, the blood of his own robes was all that dyed the armor red, and he was unscathed.

He subconsciously spat out a sentence in Uzbekistan, as if begging for mercy.Pei Xiangyun paused for a moment with the hand holding the sickle, and then mercilessly waved it towards his neck.

The scythe that cut the hogweed probably never drank so much blood in its entire life. At this moment, the layer of dark red rust was mixed with the dried blood, giving off an ominous light.

The last Wusi man fell to the ground softly, Pei Xiangyun turned his horse's head expressionlessly, and walked towards the hiding place of the cooking soldiers, but his heart was not as calm as his face.

The hostility in his chest that had subsided for a long time once again clamored and churned, rampaging through his internal organs, sweeping half of his mind with pleasure and tyranny that could not be ignored.

This seemed to be the first time in his life that he was on the battlefield.

Even if it is such an unpopular "battlefield".

In his previous life, Jiang Yi saw that he was really not the material for studying, so he acquiesced in allowing him to go out to fight with Zhang Rong or lead a small team by himself, but he was only 15 years old, and the number of people who died under his hands could not be counted in dozens.

But this life is different.

Jiang Yi seemed to have made up his mind to ask him to read poetry and books to learn etiquette, righteousness and shame, and he was not allowed to touch any weapons in the army. Now this scythe for cutting hogweed is actually the first weapon that has accompanied him to experience the battlefield.

Thinking of this, Pei Xiangyun couldn't help but miss the spear/spear in his previous life, and felt a sore pain in his heart.

It was the gun that the teacher gave him.

It is also the gun that the teacher uses to end his life.

Thinking of Jiang Yi, the violence in his chest and abdomen that stretched out his teeth and claws seemed to be slowly calmed down by an unknown force, and even the scarlet in his eyes faded a lot.

Five or six people from the cooking team hid behind the haystacks, their legs were already weak from fright just hearing the screams outside, and now seeing Pei Xiangyun come back in a bloody suit, he was even more speechless.

Pei Xiangyun had long been used to such fearful eyes.

Every time he returned triumphantly after defecting to Wu Si in his previous life, what awaited him was not cheers, but the respectful and fearful eyes of everyone.

He got off the horse, walked to Chen San, pushed Chen San's head aside abruptly, stretched out his hand to detect the pulse and the depth of the wound, got up after a while and said calmly: "It's nothing serious, I fainted from fright, go back."

The strong man who had ridiculed Pei Xiangyun at first seemed to have come back to his senses, and said with a dry smile: "Little brother, there are still people from Us, let's go back like this..."

"Uz people?"

Pei Xiangyun got on the horse with Chen San on his back, and when he heard the words, he turned his head and glanced at him: "I killed them all, is there any more?"

all killed...

He touched his upper and lower lips, and said these three words lightly, but it was no less than smashing a stone on the hearts of these people.

Those cooking soldiers rode tremblingly on their horses and came out from behind the haystack along the path, only then did they see the rather tragic battlefield and the dead bodies all over the place.

Pei Xiangyun, however, was no longer surprised by what was in front of him.

He just glanced at the sun in the sky with some worry, worrying secretly in his heart.

Looking at the sun, he reckoned that he would not be able to rush back to the Longxi barracks until around noon.And I left a note under the pillow the night before, the teacher probably saw it too.

And this bloody suit...

Pei Xiangyun sighed worriedly, and without saying a word, he dismounted from the horse's belly, trying to return to the Longxi barracks as soon as possible.

But in the end it was too late.

Half a ridge away, they saw a small group of Yan soldiers ready to go. The leader was sitting on a horse in white clothes, with cold eyes.

The cooking soldiers just caught a glimpse of this small group of Yan soldiers, and then they saw the little brother who was just like a magic soldier rolled down from his horse and staggered towards the leader. ran over.

He also carried Chen San who was dying on his back.

Without saying a word, Jiang Yi watched his rebel get off the horse in embarrassment, and then staggered towards him, almost falling on his face halfway, the coldness in his eyes was even worse.

The Qingqi captain behind him hesitated and said: "Master Jiang, this..."

Is this why they are no longer needed?

Jiang Yi closed his eyes slightly, pressed the tip of his tongue against his back molars, suppressed his anger after calming down for a moment, and said in a low voice, "No need, let's go back."

After speaking, he turned his horse's head and headed towards the barracks first, not caring about the wolf cub who went crazy and insisted on chasing him on two legs.

"Master Jiang..." Captain Qingqi glanced at Pei Xiangyun, "Your student..."

"What does he do?"

Jiang Yi's voice became a little more angry: "He has the ability to secretly bring cooking soldiers to ambush the Us people. Can I control him?"

His voice was not too low, and he stayed on the spot for a while, and it happened that Pei Xiangyun, who was about to catch up, heard him clearly.

He panicked and subconsciously called out "Master" mournfully.

But it was covered by the sound of hooves.

The man seemed to really not want to see him, even his back was so decisive.

Pei Xiangyun thought of the nightmare that accompanied him for countless nights, and the teacher left him so resolutely, leaving only a back that he couldn't catch up with.

So why did you dismount just now?

Sweat trickled down his forehead and landed on his collar, making him feel a little sticky.

He looked at the tall figure in despair for a while, and the person on his back suddenly moved.

"I... Am I dead?"

Chen San's voice was not as flamboyant as before, it became much weaker.

As soon as he opened his eyes, what he saw was a piece of blood-stained clothes, and he yelled "Ah" immediately, and the hand holding Pei Xiangyun's shoulder suddenly tightened.

Pei Xiangyun was feeling dejected, and after hearing his voice, he remembered who made the teacher angry again, and immediately became angry: "You're still alive, what the hell is that?"

Chen San was relieved after hearing his voice: "Brother Pei? Are you injured? Why is there so much blood? What about the Wusi team? Can we make a contribution?"

They were almost nailed to death with an arrow, and they still wanted to make meritorious service.

Even Pei Xiangyun, who is usually unwilling to use his brain, couldn't help scolding "idiot" in his heart.

He didn't bother to talk to Chen San any more, and said expressionlessly: "Can I walk? If I can, get out."

"Yes, yes, thank you for bringing me back, I..."

Chen San crawled off his back with soft hands and feet, and before he could finish his sentence, he saw this little brother suddenly rushing out from his side, and ran towards the Longxi barracks.

The author says:

Gouzi: Master QAQ;

His teacher: go away;

Come spicy——