Supreme pardon

Yan Zhen was a little helpless, he became numb to the master's distraction from time to time, and after he couldn't get a response to his call a few times, he simply fell silent.

When the person turned his eyes to look at him, before he could speak again, the Lord said directly: "Is there any objection? Go down first if you have no objection."

please!Yan Zhen thumped his heart countless times, and he didn't even have time to express his opinion, okay?

What did you think of when you came back from your fugue? !

But after he had some understanding of his master's temper, he didn't dare to say more, sighed again, and retreated with a sword like a wooden stake.

When the sun was high in the early morning of the next day, Wen Renjue was awakened by the sound of a large number of people and vehicles gathering.

Yan Zhen thoughtfully waited outside his tent with water in his hand. After washing his face, rinsing his mouth and exercising his muscles, he put on the mask again.

The wounded in the camp had been moved to the other side in advance, and everyone else was fully armed and waiting for orders.

After eating some pasta, he was about to walk towards the lake when the temperature dropped for a moment, really just for a moment, as if suddenly entering an ice cave, there was no time for people to adapt, and the surrounding temperature dropped.

Some small bumps appeared on his sensitive skin, Yan Zhen saw that he rubbed his hands, and quickly took off his coat and stepped forward, but before he could put it on, a strong wind suddenly blew from the direction of the lake.

It's completely the "demon wind" from the flat ground, and the people who blow it can't stand on their feet.

Then, less than 5 minutes later, the torrential rain fell without warning. Wen Renjue raised his hand to block his eyes, watching the team members stand upright in the rain without avoiding them.

Walking slowly to the base of a big tree, Yan Zhen chased after him and wanted to put a coat on him, but he waved his hand away.

After shaking his head and refusing, he cast his eyes leisurely in the direction of Agate Lake.

The rain only lasted less than 10 minutes, and the fog in the forest began to disperse. After two or three minutes, it was like clouds falling to the ground. Most people can only see a general body shape.

He can fully understand the grievance of the previous team leader when he said that he couldn't see how many people there were. Even Yan Zhen stood so close to him, only the outline of a person remained in the white mist, and even the color of the clothes he was wearing was different. Not very clear.

In such an environment, if the two sides want to fight, they must maintain their formation. Once they intersect, it is completely "blind fighting". It is estimated that half of the injuries will be on their own hands.

The fourth team convened all the troops who went deep into Maolin today.

Those who always take advantage of the fog to sneak attack must have already known.

So, what should be considered now is, will the other party dare to attack again?

Not far from the place where the fourth team was stationed, behind the rocks by the lake, a group of big men in blue clothes lay carefully motionless on their stomachs, covered with various branches to cover their bodies.

Among them, the two leaders were lying at the front, holding a long telescope in their hands, carefully observing the front.

They carefully whispered to each other, "Let someone tell the back that the fish on our side has taken the bait."

Colorful juices were smeared on his face, and the man's voice was rather hoarse.

The other man next to his head took the binoculars from him, looked through the lens for a while, and said in a low voice: "Hey, there are quite a few people. This must be a whole team?"

The previous man took out the map from his pocket, unfolded it slowly, clicked on one of them in the gradually spreading fog, and said coldly: "According to the pliers, it is very likely that the group who killed Tren and Gouzi first .”

"These beasts!" Through the lens in his hand, the man with a slightly discordant tone said viciously: "Today I must skin these beasts and avenge the brothers of the third and fourth teams."

Some time ago, the [-]th District sent people to Maolin to fight the autumn wind, and the two teams of the [-]th District met them head-on. When the large troops from the King's District arrived, the scene was so miserable that there was almost no complete body found.

All the brothers pulled the grenade on their own and perished with the enemy.

The tragedy caused a member of the team who cleaned up the battlefield to have nightmares for half a month after returning home.

"Hammer, don't be arrogant, don't forget what the captain told us thousands of times before we left, that we must follow Mr. Shu's plan." The man with a hoarse voice hurriedly warned his companion, even though he was gritting his teeth in hatred.

"Shu... Does Mr. Shu's strategy work?" The man with a somewhat uncomfortable tone put down the binoculars, the fog had completely filled in, and the naked eye would no longer work, all he needed was to be familiar with Maolin.

"Did Mr. Shu's strategy go wrong this year?" The man with a hoarse voice put away the map, took out a bone whistle with a strange shape from his pocket, and blew it rhythmically.

Different from the harshness of other whistles, the sound of this bone whistle is very similar to that of a bird that often calls in the forest, but there are subtle differences.

To the ears of unintentional people, there must be no abnormality, but to the ears of these specially trained people, there are clear instructions.

In the thick fog, the crowd behind them began to move silently.

"Also..." The face of the man called Hammer calmed down. Although he couldn't see the opponent's camp clearly in the thick fog, it didn't prevent him from continuing to stare in that direction.

People in the [-]th District who have the opportunity to get in touch with Mr. Shu's magic can naturally understand it.

One or two can be judged from "Wang" and Captain Xiang's trust in each other, so naturally it is not their turn to question.

After a while, the thick fog spread even wider. Someone behind the two of them approached softly, extremely fast. Hammer pulled out the dagger from his waist in an instant, half-supporting his arms, and acted on guard.

Although they were all their own people behind them, they couldn't see each other's faces clearly in the thick fog.

Their two teams are the elite of the elite of the king's district, and they are familiar with each other. The jumping man came near the two of them, slowed down, and asked tentatively: "The two captains?"

The voice was very soft, but Hammer let down his guard in an instant.

"Duck, come here!"

Hearing the greeting, the man looked for the sound and lay down with the two of them, and said in a low voice, "The news came later that the fish on the other side has also taken the bait, so we can move here."

Hearing this, the eyes of the two lying on their stomachs flashed.

The iron head blew the bone whistle again, one after another, and there were rustling noises in the thick fog. Two elite detachments were in front, and a dozen detachments were behind, quickly approaching the opposing camp.

After approaching a certain distance, a mobile gun barrel unit stepped forward and lay down in a row.

"Boom!" The shells that exploded suddenly hit the opponent's camp with precision, and the members of the [-]th District team who were waiting for the attack reacted very quickly to find a place to hide.

Yan Zhen threw himself on the master, and commanded his confidants to step forward and drag the two behind the tree.

"Is this here?" Sitting behind the big tree, Wen Renjue poked his head out to look, only flames flickered in the white mist opposite him, and then he heard uninterrupted artillery shells shooting over.

The explosion that was close at hand made everyone's ears ring with a roar.

Stretching out his hands to press his ears, Wen Renjue tried to see clearly the crowd that followed in the white mist.

After reaching a certain distance, those people dropped the mobile barrel.

District [-] was also well prepared. After the opponent's artillery fired, they immediately followed suit.

Feeling that the vibration on the ground was no longer continuous, Yan Zhen dared to let go of the master and let him stand up to observe carefully.

The assailants who had approached quietly before were now shouting loudly and with great momentum, and it was estimated that there were more people than they had guessed.

Moreover, the screams resounded from all directions in the white mist, making people unable to tell which side was the main force for a while.The rhythm was completely led, that is, after Wen Ren Jue came, he ordered the entire team to assemble, otherwise, he would really only be suppressed throughout the process.

This group of people was the same as before, not for fighting, but for destroying vehicles and supplies. After burning several tents one after another, they resolutely retreated before being surrounded.

It's a pity that today is destined not to be so easy to escape. The tanks that have been hidden around for a long time broke through the camouflage and rolled forward.

The elite of the [-]th district team hiding in the outer periphery shouted and entangled their opponents in the white mist.

No one knew exactly how the attackers organized wave after wave of attacks in the white mist, and how they retreated while fighting clearly.

Wen Renjue walked straight out from behind the tree, Yan Zhen stretched out his hand to give him a hand, but he didn't hold back.

Looking up to listen carefully to the gunshots and the slight birdsong in the screaming, he opened his eyes slightly and curled up the corners of his lips.

Although the [-]th District is backward, there are ways of survival for the laggards. Thinking of the white bird message that I have seen before, I think there are more interesting methods that I have not seen when I was the king.

Although the white mist was thick and overwhelming when it came, it didn't last long.

For District [-], as long as the white mist clears, they will win.

In the past they didn't dare to chase deeply, but today the order from above is to fight to the end.

Seeing that some people were entangled, several captains of Wang's personal guard who followed Wen Renjue laughed disdainfully, and said contemptuously: "This is a poor donkey. In the past, there were few people, so I dare not chase them. It is too easy for them to get away." gone."

The happiness didn't last for too long. Seeing that someone on my side couldn't get away, the group who had already retreated a certain distance quickly disappeared into the white mist without any hesitation.

But the rest of the people who were entangled all rushed to the camp of the seventeenth district.

Squinting his eyes, the knife next to him yelled anxiously: "No!" The all too familiar scene reminded him of the last battle in Maolin.

Sure enough, as soon as he pulled Yan Zhen and the Lord back, those scarred attackers who had rushed into the crowd and were hacked pulled off their grenades.

Explosions of "Boom!" were heard all around the dense fog, and mud splashed out along with chunks of meat.

The entanglement in District [-] slowed down for a while, and when the uninterrupted sound of explosions disappeared, and the formation dispersed due to the four explosions of grenades was reorganized, the group of attackers had already separated from them by a certain distance.

The captain of the [-]th District raised his horn and shouted to regroup.

Pushing away the mutants in the gambling shop who were heavily protecting him, Wen Renjue went straight to one of the team leaders, and slapped him across the face without saying a word.

The team leader was caught off guard, and fell out after being beaten by him, and the trumpet in his hand fell to the ground.

Wen Renjue lowered his eyes to look at him, as if looking at a dead person, and said with disdain: "Is this the perfect preparation you said? This is the encirclement you swore to never be broken?"

The author has something to say: Little theater with no responsibility, Bai Tan: You can only choose one of me and the expansion of power!

Wen Ren Jue: (without raising his head) You know, why ask?

Bai Tan: ...I knew you would choose me! ! *^_^*

Wen Ren Jue:? ? ?