Quick wear: The full-level boss has torn up the cannon fodder script again

Chapter 193

When he was clamoring, Shu Liang opened a book in front of him, which recorded the number of soldiers who died every day since the start of the war, as well as the specific names and ages of these people.

All the living lives turned into this cold number in the end.

Since the start of the war, he has brought 20 soldiers to Qibei, and in less than a month now, there are only 11 soldiers left.

9 people died, exactly 9 people.

I wonder if there are [-] people in Beiyi City?
9 people were sacrificed, how many troops did Lan Luo consume?

Who will pay homage to the souls of these [-] soldiers?

Some people are lonely and have nowhere to go, and some people have a big belly in the city.

When she saw the record in the brochure, General Feng still didn't learn his lesson after being caught in the trap of Lan Luo twice. He refused to listen to the lieutenant general's persuasion, and insisted on ordering a vice-principal to lead 3000 elite troops to visit the food tent of Lan Luo's army at night. After being caught in an ambush, only 50 of the [-] people survived. When he was seriously injured, Shu Liang's expression suddenly sank.

The teacup he was playing with in his right hand suddenly stopped.

In the next second, with a crisp sound, the teacup cracked a crack, and in the blink of an eye, it fell apart and completely shattered.

The fragments stuck into her flesh, and bright blood came out, but she didn't even frown, and there was a smile on her lips, as if discussing, and asked him: "You said, don't chop you up, I'm sorry for those A soldier who died for your stupidity, stubbornness, and arrogance?"

General Feng suddenly stopped speaking, facing her machine pressure, his eyes became dodgy.

"This... But isn't Lan Luo retreating now? People will always die in wars, and there is no way around this."

People always die in wars?
The most damned thing is to hide in the city and enjoy the blessings?
Shu Liang resisted the urge to throw the booklet in his face, and said coldly: "Drag it out, in front of all the soldiers, cut the body apart."

"No! No! No—"

General Feng's face was pale, and he struggled unwillingly, screaming shrilly: "Fu Jinglan, you have no right to kill me, you can't kill me, His Majesty will not let you go!!!"

Shu Liang's expression remained unchanged, he climbed up to the tall building and saw him being divided into pieces with his own eyes, without even blinking his eyes.

This is the first time since the system was bound, her hands were stained with blood.

There was a buzzing in his ears, as if the wind was too loud.

There is also some darkness in front of my eyes, with virtual reality and solid reality, bright and bright, gradually turning into a blood mist.

Shu Liang frowned, and the hand hanging by his side suddenly tightened.

The stimulation of pain made her withdraw her mind.

When she sensed that someone was approaching, the young man had already walked to her side, held her injured hand, his eyes were drooping, and his long eyelashes were thick, covering the dark emotions in his eyes.

Shu Liang only heard his clear voice become a little hoarse, a little deep, as if he was not happy, and said in a low voice: "Your hand is injured."

"Well," Shu Liang blinked, but before she could fully react, she subconsciously responded, "No problem."

Her whole hand was cold, and the blood that came out was frozen.

The temperature on the young man's hand was scorching, and it could completely wrap her hand.

Shu Liang looked down and was stunned for a while, a little surprised, thinking inappropriately:
...Xiao Yan's hands are so much bigger than hers.

Perhaps because of martial arts since childhood, Fu Jinglan's bones are bigger and stronger than many women's, and her stature is also tall.

But now her hand is gently held by Li Yan and placed in the palm, there is a sharp contrast in size, which makes her hand much smaller.

Shu Liang was a little surprised.

(End of this chapter)