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Chapter 1242: Damn it [asking for a monthly ticket]

"It's thundering?"

Rumble--Rumble--

Explosions exploded overhead, and many soldiers mistook the noise for thunder. Just as they were about to look up at the sky, a black shadow fell from the sky. Large and small pieces of rubble fell on unmanned areas, and some just hit the makeshift tents.

The tent collapsed.

The soldiers in the tent were unlucky. Some were smashed into pulp while still dreaming, unable to even scream. Some were a little luckier and were only crippled. The severe pain woke them up from their dreams, and screams came one after another.

"Is it a shooting star?"

A meteorite from outer space bombarded the camp?

The soldiers who were ambushed were thrown into disarray.

If it was really a thief star, then it was God's will that was ruining their plans. How could they have a good end if they went against the will of Heaven? Before the soldiers could even start to shout out this speculation, a general came out to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, using his iron-blooded tactics to shock everyone. The general was furious, his energy sinking into his Dantian, and he used force to spread his voice throughout the area of ​​100 meters: "Where is the thief star? It's clearly an enemy attack! Those who spread rumors to confuse the people will be killed without mercy!"

  The enemy is running wild over their heads!

The general quickly suppressed the situation and became furious.

Are these scouts just for show? And the guards patrolling the camp today are also useless. Several scout teams on the front line have mysteriously disappeared, obviously encountering unexpected events, but they dared to slack off and let the enemy get in! Useless!

The general ordered people to go up the mountain to clear out the uninvited guests.

If he could capture them alive, he would skin them, make flags out of their skin, and light sky lanterns with their fat. That would satiate his hatred! Tonight's enemies seemed to be deliberately going against him. He had just stabilized the situation when something unexpected happened. Suddenly, a large fire lit up outside the camp, and the sound of horse hooves was deafening.

This army appeared suddenly and without any warning.

The war horses neighed, and the enemy soldiers in the front row rode tall horses, wearing heavy armor, holding spears and heavy shields. When they charged in unison, they looked like a heavy moving wall. This wall could not only run and charge, but also had spikes extending from its surface.

The sharp spikes quietly emit a cold light in the moonlight.

"Barricades!"

The night attack cavalry was full of momentum, and the morale gathered into a sharp-angled barrier in the charging path. The barrier rushed straight to the front of the Southwest Allied Camp, which was caught off guard. The latter was in a hurry to meet the enemy, but could only watch helplessly as the enemy broke through two lines of defense with an unstoppable momentum, until the third line of defense barely blocked it for a while, buying precious time.

With the buffer distance of the third and fourth lines of defense, the Allied forces finally established a solid defense line before they arrived.

The two armies fought, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

A knife shadow flew out without any warning.

Yang Gong did not use any fancy moves or unnecessary actions. He gathered all his strength to condense the blade, and the whole person turned into a ball of light blue flame. He dragged the blade with endless killing intent and slashed directly at the enemy's shield wall. With a click, the shield wall cracked.

The hearty laughter spread along with the sound waves.

  "Hahahaha, you guys, your Grandpa Yang is back!" His sword cut off the decadence and frustration of the past ten years, and his sharpness returned. Yang Gong had never felt that his body was so light, his arms were so strong, and the sword in his hand was so sharp. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind - he needed more heads to sharpen his sword!

"You think so, old friend?"

The knife in his hand seemed to be responding to Yang Gong's words, the blade hummed, and the joyful emotion spread through his limbs and bones throughout his body, and the extreme joy made his muscles tremble. His eyes were covered with scarlet fighting intent, and his ears could only receive the endless shouts of killing.

"Arrogant!"

A figure rushed out from the allied side and headed straight for Yang Gong's head.

He noticed at a glance that the people who attacked at night had no powerful warriors in charge, and there was only one Yang Gong, whose realm was one level lower than his. Such a loser, with such a small number of people, actually had the guts to come and mess up his place? He was courting death!

Zheng——

The expected beheading did not happen.

Not only did he fail to take the enemy general's head amidst the thousands of soldiers, but he was also knocked back several feet by the huge force of the sword's energy, and his boots dragged two grooves on the ground before he could stop. Due to his carelessness, the scale armor-wrapped knuckles were torn and painful, and his meridians and martial energy were disordered.

The harsh sound of metal collision almost made my eardrums explode.

The allied generals were in turmoil.

  Even though he underestimated the enemy, he had used 70% of his strength in that attack, but not only was he blocked by Yang Gong, he also suffered a loss at the hands of the opponent. This result was far beyond expectations!

Yang Gong didn't give him the chance to be shocked.

Take advantage of people's illness and kill them.

  Let me express my shock and surprise slowly in the underworld!

Yang Gong rode in the lead, shouting loudly, dragging a giant sword shadow to kill the allied generals. Although he has not yet recovered his martial courage level after the second training, his state of mind has improved a lot over the years, and he can easily exert a strength far beyond his surface level. If the enemy is careless, he will only become a dead soul under his sword. He slashed down with a sword: "The first one!"

"Tsk, what a pity."

The knife went crooked and cut off half of the shoulder.

Blood spurted out from the wound, covering half of Yang Gong's face.

"One more blow!"

You strike with your sword, I strike with my sword, what enemy can’t be killed?

The biggest gain of Yang Gong in these years is that his character has become more stable. He sometimes patiently wears down the enemy, and sometimes patiently waits for the opportunity to kill with one blow! Seeing blood, Yang Gong's momentum is like a huge wave rising from the ground, with a suffocating sense of oppression. On the other hand, the allied general's life is hanging by a thread, fighting with injuries, and he has brushed with death several times, leaving several scars on his body.

Suddenly, Yang Gong's eyes lit up.

The allied generals felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

The strong smell of death crept up his neck.

His premonition was only half fulfilled.

Half right, the invitation from the King of Hell had indeed been stuck on his forehead. Half wrong, it was not Yang Gong's knife that took his life, but the blow that pierced his heart from behind. Before his consciousness faded, he saw something sticking out of his chest with his peripheral vision - a hammer head with a sharp tip, and the handle of the hammer was as thick as an adult's arm!

The hammer smashed through half of his left chest, leaving a hole for ventilation. The cold wind from the underworld blew through this hole, whirring at his soul and taking away all the warmth from his limbs...

He was dumbfounded and died in confusion.

Yang Gong was furious and wanted to chop the attacker in half with one blow.

He shouted angrily: "You bastard, what are you doing?"

After several rounds of fighting, the victory was only one blow away, but suddenly Cheng Yaojin jumped out and took advantage of the situation?

  How come he didn’t know that Wu Zhaode was so thick-skinned?

Is there any martial virtue left?

Wu Xian almost didn't recognize that the person in front of him was Yang Gong, but that didn't stop him from feeling the anger bursting out from the other person.

He said awkwardly: "Haha, yes——"

His apology was interrupted by the enemy soldiers who came to support him, so Wu Xian quickly said, "Here comes the head, I'll give you one as compensation!"

After all, he was the Duke of Lu for two years.

Before Wu Xian "travellered around Kangguo with his family", he had attended court meetings for a while. It wasn't many times, but it was enough for him to experience the culture of the Kangguo court. The civil officials were obsessed with overtime, and the military officers were obsessed with heads. It was so weird that Wu Xian doubted his life. He was also a brave warrior, so why didn't he think heads were good? He had to sharpen his sword after killing too many people.

At one point I felt that Shen Youli was really good at brainwashing.

Later I realized that Kang State was truly prosperous.

The amount of national fortune given to the six ministries was more than that of the Gao Kingdom in a year, not to mention the military generals with outstanding military achievements. Wu Xian didn't dare to imagine how huge the astronomical figure was. Shen Youli not only gave it, but also gave it in full. How could the military generals earn more national fortune than killing the enemy in battle? The head of an enemy general was really expensive.

The heads Wu Xian captured in the sneak attack were of mid- to high-ranking generals, which was even equivalent to a year's salary for a duke like him.

In a flash, he settled the account.

Afraid that Yang Gong would stab him first before killing the enemy, Wu Xian slid to his knees on the spot - as a mascot, he, a first-rank Duke of Lu, had no real power and could only take a fixed salary and a consolation prize from Shen Tang at the end of the year. He had no other source of income from the country's fortune.

If Yang Gong asked him to compensate for the losses, he would not be able to pay.

It is not too late.

With this in mind, Wu Xian also used the bone hammer, sparks and lightning, and blasts of sound to clear the way. He performed beyond his normal ability, exerting 200% of his desperate energy, and rode forward to meet the enemy. When Yang Gong advanced, he retreated, and assisted in a decent manner.

Yang Gong: “…”

What is Wu Zhaode thinking?

I don’t know, but now is not the time to pursue this.

The allied generals who were surrounded and beaten by these two were unlucky. They could only curse in their hearts and curse Wu Xian and Yang Gong's eighteen generations of ancestors! These two crazy people were both using force to defeat cleverness. One was stronger than the other, and each strike was heavier than the other. He was a little higher in realm than the two, but he could only cope with them. His arm under the armor was swollen and hard like a rock. The dense blood vessels under the skin were cracked, and there was a bruise.

He took every move head-on, not even caring when his arms became numb.

He only knew that his arms were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and warm and sticky liquid was oozing out of his knuckles. Under the control of his survival instinct, he mechanically blocked and counterattacked, not even knowing when death would kiss his Adam's apple. Before his consciousness dissipated, his body lost balance like a kite with a broken string and air leaking out. His back hit a hard object, and his ears rang with the subtle movement of his spine breaking. He didn't even have time to feel the pain, and his consciousness was swallowed by endless chaos...

He's dead, and Wu Xian is relieved.

It was a close call. I almost ended up in huge debt.

Yang Gong came to support Wu Xian. Duke Lu had already received it, so he naturally had no reason to continue fighting. Just looking at the current situation, the opportunity was rare, and the order to retreat was delayed? Dan Mansion was 80% empty, and he withdrew his troops because he felt too much pressure.

Wu Xian: “…I can still fight!”

Yang Gong said: "It's not worthwhile to fight again!"

The rate of casualties on his side showed a clear upward trend, which meant that the enemy had stabilized their position and started to counterattack. He could certainly continue to expand his victory, but the difference in numbers between the two sides was too great. It was not worthwhile to exchange one of his own for three of the enemy.

Wu Xian could only retreat with him.

The Southwest Allied Forces sent people to pursue him, but Yang Gong used the terrain advantage to shake off the enemy and escaped successfully. Completely safe, Wu Xian only realized later that his chest was burning with pain, and he couldn't breathe through his mouth and nose at the same time, and he almost fell on the horse's back.

"Hiss—my back—"

When I calmed down, I realized that my back was aching.

Fighting side by side quickly brought Yang Gong and Wu Xian closer. He was in a very good mood at the moment: "Mr. Lu is seriously injured. Stop the bleeding first and go back to let the military doctor treat him. Don't let him get sick."

Wu Xian clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Brother Yang, for saving my life."

Yang Gong said: "It is my duty, no need to thank me. If your daughter had not taken the risk to tell me, I would not have had this opportunity to make a contribution."

The head-snatching incident has been exposed.

The two were in a good mood and withdrew their troops back to the city.

Some are in a good mood, while others are in a gloomy mood.

In the southwestern Lu State, a low-profile carriage passed by the field. There were more than a dozen guards beside the carriage, and the one leading the way in front cracked his whip from time to time, signaling pedestrians on the road to get out of the way. The carriage was shaking, and a few slender fingers lifted the curtain, revealing a gap.

Following the crack, you can see a pair of strange white pupils.

"Stop first."

With a sigh, the carriage gradually stopped.

"Your Highness, please give your orders."

The voice of the master of white pupils was as cold as winter snow and as clear as mountain spring water. Every word flowed through the heart, and the listeners felt relieved: "I saw someone working in the fields just now, how come he disappeared when I approached?"

  What this means is that they drove them away without permission?

The other party said: "They all squatted down."

Then he added: "It was not us who did it."

"Crouched down?"

The White Eyed Master thought that someone had leaked her whereabouts, which was why the believers were kneeling down from a distance and speaking with some displeasure.

There was a commotion outside the carriage.

Someone caught someone from the fields to prove his innocence.

"Explain clearly why you squatted just now?"

The owner of the white pupil looked out through the gap in the car curtain, and his heart tightened.

The person whose arm was grabbed was a woman with messy hair tied behind her head with a hemp rope. She was so thin that people could see her protruding ribs and her belly was sunken from hunger.

  Why can I see it at a glance?

Because she was covered with only a few pieces of dry grass, when she was dragged out by the arms, she struggled and looked extremely embarrassed, trying to cover her shriveled chest with her hands. The struggle was too strong, so she had to cover her lower body with her hands.

An almost naked woman.

The owner of the white pupil almost forgot to breathe.

He said in a dry voice, "Put some clothes on her."

After living in prosperity in Kangguo for several years, she was almost accustomed to the fact that everyone there had clothes to wear and rosy cheeks, but she forgot that kind of life in Kangguo was a heresy, and the life in front of her, with tattered clothes that could not cover the body and almost half-naked but still busy doing things, was the norm.

When the woman was first captured, she thought she was in great danger. It was not until she saw a piece of clothing with the scent of soapberries draped over her shoulders that she realized she had met a kind man. She immediately knelt down and paid her respects.

The man who caught her said, "You are lucky. His Royal Highness the Holy Son has blessed you personally. Good fortune is coming to you. You will surely be prosperous in the coming year."

When the woman heard this, a terrifying light flashed in her eyes.

The white-eyed master ordered the carriage to continue on its way, but the woman remained kneeling there, kowtowed in the direction of the carriage, and muttered something about doctrine. Other tenants who had been hiding also came out one after another, and some of them were even more exposed than the woman.

They gathered together and knelt on the ground, eagerly praying.

Pray that the eternal spirit will bless them.

Help them escape from the sufferings of this life in the next life.

The white-eyed master clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

  (=ω｀=)

Kangguo's five elements belong to wood (actually according to Wang Ting's past style, gold and fire are more suitable, but considering Tangmei's attributes, wood was finally decided.)