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Chapter 1242 Chapter 1242: The one who suffered a thousand cuts [asking for monthly votes]

"Thunder?"

Rumble--Rumble--

Explosions exploded from above their heads, and the sound of the explosions fell on the ears of many soldiers, who mistakenly thought it was thunder. Just as he was about to look up at the sky, a black shadow fell from the sky. Some large and small gravels fell in uninhabited areas, and some just hit the temporary tents.

The tent collapsed.

The soldiers in the tent were unlucky. Some of them were smashed into pulp while they were still sleeping, and they could not even utter a scream. There are also some who are slightly luckier, but they are only crippled by the smash. The severe pain woke them up from their dreams, and screams came one after another.

"Is it the Thief Star?"

Meteorites bombard the camp?

The soldiers who were attacked were thrown into disarray.

If they are really thief stars, then it is God's will to ruin their good deeds. How can there be a good end if they go against the will of heaven? Before the soldiers could shout out this speculation, a general stepped forward to scare the others, using his iron-blooded tactics to frighten everyone. The general was furious, his anger was sinking in his Dantian, and he used force to spread his voice throughout the radius: "Where is the thief star? It is clearly an enemy attack! Anyone who deceives the public with evil words will be killed without mercy!"

The enemy touched their heads and went wild!

The general quickly suppressed the situation and became furious.

Are all these scouts just for a living? And the guards patrolling the camp today are also useless. Several scout teams have mysteriously disappeared on the front line. It is obvious that they have encountered an accident, but they still dare to slack off and let the enemy's hands come in! waste!

The military general ordered people to go up the mountain to clean up the uninvited guests.

If you can capture him alive, you can peel the day lilies, make flags from human skin, and light sky lanterns with meat fat to relieve your hatred! Tonight's enemy seemed to be deliberately going against him, and something happened just as he stabilized the situation. A large fire suddenly lit up outside the camp, and the sound of horse hooves was deafening.

This army of soldiers and horses suddenly appeared without warning.

The war horses neighed, and the enemy soldiers in the front row each rode a tall horse, wore heavy armor, and held spears and shields. When they charge together, they are like a thick and moving wall. Not only can this wall run and charge, it also has spikes that are ten feet long.

The sharp spikes quietly emitted a cold light under the moonlight.

"Reject the horse!"

This night attack cavalry was as powerful as a rainbow, and its morale instantly gathered into a sharp barrier on the charge path. The barrier rushed straight towards the southwestern Allied camp. The latter was caught off guard and hurriedly faced the enemy, but could only watch helplessly as the opponent used overwhelming force to break through two lines of defense. It was not until the third line of defense that it could barely block it for a while. Gain valuable time.

With the buffer distance between the third and fourth lines of defense, the Allies finally set up a solid line of defense before they came.

The two soldiers fought, shouting to kill Zhentian.

A sword shadow flew out without any warning.

Yang Gong didn't use any fancy moves or superfluous movements. He concentrated all his strength on the blade and turned into a ball of light blue flames. Dragging the sword energy filled with endless murderous intent, he slashed directly towards the enemy's shield wall. There was a click, and the shield wall cracked.

The sound of laughter spreads along with the sound waves.

"Hahahaha, you bastards, your Grandfather Yang is back!" With this sword, he completely cut off the decadence and depression of the past ten years, and returned with all his vigor. Yang Gong has never felt that his body is so light, his arms are so strong, and the knife in his hand is so sharp. He had only one thought in his mind at the moment - he needed more heads to sharpen the knife!

"You think so, old man?"

The knife in his hand seemed to be responding to Yang Gong's words. The blade buzzed, and the joy spread throughout his body along his limbs. The extreme joy made his whole body muscles tremble. His eyes were covered with scarlet fighting spirit, and his ears could only receive the continuous shouts of killing.

"Arrogant!"

A figure shot out from the Allied Forces and rushed towards Yang Gong's head.

He noticed at a glance that there were no powerful warriors in the night attack, and there was only one man, Yang Gong, who was one level lower than himself. Such a loser, with so many people, actually has the guts to come and cause trouble for himself? court death!

Zheng—

The expected beheading did not happen.

Not only was he unable to take down the enemy general's head among the thousands of troops, but he was shaken backwards by the huge force of the sword energy, and his boots dragged two ravines on the ground before he could stop. Due to carelessness, the tiger's mouth wrapped in scale armor tore and hurt, and the martial energy in the meridians was disordered.

The harsh metallic sound almost exploded the eardrums.

The Allied generals were in turmoil.

Even though he was underestimating the enemy, he had accumulated 70% of his strength in that attack just now. As a result, he was not only blocked by Yang Gong, but also suffered a hidden loss at the opponent's hands. This result far exceeded expectations!

Mr. Yang didn't give him a chance to be shocked.

Take advantage of people's illness and kill them.

The emotions of shock and surprise will be slowly expressed in the Palace of Hell!

Yang Gong took the lead, shouted loudly, and dragged the shadow of a giant sword towards the allied generals. Regardless of his second training, his martial arts realm has not yet returned to its previous level, but his mental state has improved significantly over the years, and he can easily display strength far beyond his superficial realm. If the enemy is careless, he will only become his dead soul. He slashed with his sword: "The first one!"

"Tsk, what a pity."

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

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

"One more knife!"

You strike with a sword, I strike with a sword, what enemy can't be killed?

The biggest achievement of Mr. Yang over the years is that his character has become more and more calm. He sometimes wears his enemies to death patiently, and sometimes he patiently waits for the opportunity to kill with one blow! Seeing the blood, Yang Gong's momentum was like a huge wave rising from the ground, with a suffocating sense of oppression. On the other hand, the Allied general's life was hanging on by a thread. He struggled with his injuries and had several close calls with death, leaving several scars on his body.

Suddenly, Yang Gong's eyes lit up.

The Allied generals' hearts sank.

The strong breath of death crept up his neck.

His premonition was only half true.

Half right, the invitation from the King of Hell has indeed been affixed to his forehead. The wrong half was that it was not Yang Gong's knife that took his life, but the blow that penetrated his heart from behind. Before his consciousness dissipated, he saw something sticking out of his chest out of the corner of his eye - a hammer with a sharp tip and a handle as thick as an adult's arm!

The hammer head smashed through the lower half of his left chest, leaving a ventilation hole. The dark wind from the underworld blew through this opening, blowing at his soul and taking away all the warmth from his limbs...

He was dumbfounded and died in a daze.

Yang Gong was furious and wanted to cut the attacker in half with a knife.

He shouted angrily: "You are the one who suffered a thousand cuts, but you are doing human affairs?"

After several rounds of fighting, we were only one knife away from ending the fight, but suddenly Cheng Yaojin jumped out to pick peaches in the middle?

Why didn't he know that Wu Zhaode was so thick-skinned?

Do you still have any martial virtue?

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

He said sarcastically: "Haha, yes-"

The apology was interrupted by the enemy generals who came to support him, and Wu Xian quickly said: "The heads are coming, I will pay you one!"

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

Before Wu Xian "traveled around Kang with his family", he also went to court for a period of time. It wasn't many times, but it was enough for him to experience the culture of King Kang's court. The civil servants are obsessed with working overtime, and the generals are obsessed with killing people, which is so evil that it makes Wu Xian doubt his life. He is also a brave warrior. Why doesn't he think there is anything good about human heads? If you kill too many people, you have to sharpen your sword.

I once lamented that Shen Youli has great brainwashing skills.

Only later did I know that Kang Guo’s national destiny was really improving.

The national fortune given to the six ministries was more than that of Gao Guo in one year, not to mention the military generals with great military achievements. Wu Xian did not dare to imagine what a huge astronomical figure it was. Shen Youli not only got hair, but also got hair in full. How can a military general make more fortune for the country than go into battle and kill the enemy? An enemy general's head is really expensive.

The heads Wu Xian got from his sneak attack were those of middle-to-high-level generals, even worth a year's national salary for a leisurely prince.

In the blink of an eye, he settled the account.

Afraid that Duke Yang would stab himself before killing the enemy, Wu Xian slipped and knelt on the spot - as a mascot, he, a first-grade Duke of Lu, had no real power and could only receive a fixed salary and a consolation prize from Shen Tang at the end of the year. He had no other sources of national fortune. .

If Mr. Yang wanted to lose money from him, he couldn't pay it.

It's not too late to make amends.

With this idea in mind, Wu Xian also used the Gu Duo Hammer, with sparks and lightning, and loud explosions to clear the way. He performed extraordinary and used 200% of his energy to ride on the enemy first. When Yang Gong advanced, he retreated and assisted in a decent manner.

Mr. Yang: “…”

What is Wu Zhaode doing?

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

The allied generals who were beaten by these two men were unlucky. All they could think of was cursing and greetings to the eighteenth generation of Wu Xian and Yang Gong's ancestors! Both of these lunatics used strength to overcome skill. One was stronger than the other, and each blow was heavier than the other. He was in a higher realm than the two of them, but he could only struggle to cope with it. His arms under the armor were swollen and hard as stone. . The fine blood vessels under the skin were cracked and bruised.

He took every move forcefully, not even caring when his arm went numb.

All he knew was that his arms were as heavy as if they were filled with lead water, and warm and viscous liquid emerged from the tiger's mouth. Controlled by his survival instinct, he blocked and counterattacked mechanically numbly, and he didn't even know when death would kiss his Adam's apple. Before his consciousness dissipated, his body was like a kite with broken strings and leaking wind, losing its balance. His back hit a hard object, and the slight sound of the bones of his spine breaking could be heard in his ears. He didn't even have time to feel the pain, and his consciousness was swallowed up by endless chaos...

He died and Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

It was so unsettling that I almost owed a huge debt.

Duke Yang is here to meet Wu Xian, and Duke Lu has already received him. Naturally, he has no reason to continue fighting. Just look at the situation in front of us. This opportunity is rare. Will the retreat order be slowed down? The Dan Mansion was 80% empty, and he felt that the pressure was too great, so he withdrew his troops.

Wu Xian: "...I can still fight!"

Yang Gongdao: "It's not worth fighting again!"

There is an obvious upward trend in the rate of casualties on our side. This situation shows that the enemy has stabilized its position and begun to counterattack. Although he can continue to expand his results, the gap in numbers between the two sides is too large. It's not cost-effective to trade one of our people for three of the other party.

Wu Xian could only retreat with him.

The Southwest Allied Forces sent people to pursue them, but Yang Gong relied on the advantage of the terrain to throw them away and escaped smoothly. Completely safe, Wu Xiancai realized later that his chest was burning and hurting, and he could not relieve it even by breathing through his mouth and nose, and he almost fell down on the horse.

"Hiss—my back—"

After calming down, I realized that my back was hurting.

The friendship of fighting side by side quickly brought the distance between Yang Gong and Wu Xian. He was in a very good mood at the moment: "Gong Lu's injury is not serious. Stop the bleeding first and go back and let the military doctors deal with it. Don't let the root cause of the disease get left behind."

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

Yang Gongdao: "There is no need to say thank you for what is within your duty. If my concubine had not taken the risk to tell me, Yang would not have had the opportunity to make meritorious deeds."

The matter of head snatching has been exposed.

The two of them were in a good mood and returned to the city.

They are in a good mood, and some are in a gloomy mood.

In the southwest Lu country, a low-key carriage drove past the fields. There were more than a dozen guards beside the carriage, and the person at the front who opened the way sounded his whip from time to time to signal pedestrians on the road to give way. The carriage bumped and swayed, and a few slender fingers lifted the curtains, exposing the cracks.

Following the slit, you can see a pair of strange white eyes.

"Stop first."

With a sigh, the carriage gradually stopped.

"Your Majesty the Holy Son, please give me your instructions."

The white-eyed master's voice was as cold as winter snow and as clear as mountain springs. Every word flowed through his heart, and those who heard it felt relieved: "I just saw someone working in the field, how come they disappeared as soon as I got closer?"

The implication is that they drove them away without authorization?

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

Then he added: "It was not our doing."

"Squatting down?"

Master Bai Tong thought that someone had leaked her whereabouts, so the believers would kneel down and worship from a distance, and her words were a little unpleasant.

There was a commotion outside the carriage.

Someone grabbed someone from the field and brought him out to prove his innocence.

"Explain clearly, why did you squat down just now?"

The owner of the white pupil looked out through the crack in the car curtain, feeling tight in his heart.

The person being grabbed by the arm was a woman. Her messy hair was tied behind her head with a hemp rope. Her figure was slender, and others could see her bulging ribs, and her belly was sunken with hunger.

Why can I see it at a glance?

Because she only had a few pieces of withered grass covering her body, when someone grabbed her arm and carried her out, she struggled and looked extremely embarrassed, trying to cover her withered chest with her hands. The struggle was too great, and he covered his lower body with his hands.

An almost half-naked woman.

The white-eyed master almost forgot to breathe.

His voice was dry and he said, "Put some clothes on her."

After living in the wealthy country of Kang for several years, she was almost used to the fact that everyone there had clothes to wear and everyone had rosy cheeks. However, she had forgotten that those days in Kang were heretical. The clothes in front of her were so ragged that they could not cover her body, and she was almost half-naked. Busy management is the norm.

When the woman was first captured, she thought a disaster was coming. It wasn't until a piece of clothing with the scent of soap locust was draped over her shoulders that she realized she had met a kind person, and she immediately knelt down to salute him.

The man who caught her said: "You have good luck. His Royal Highness the Holy Son personally blesses you. With good luck, you will be prosperous in the coming year."

When the woman heard this, a terrifying light burst out from her eyes.

Master Bai Tong ordered the carriage to continue on its way, but the woman still knelt on the spot, kowtowing in the direction of the carriage, and muttering some teachings to herself. Other tenant farmers who were hiding also came out one after another. Some of them were even more revealing than the women.

One by one, they gathered together, knelt on the ground and longed for blessings.

Pray to the eternal gods to bless them.

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

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

(=ω｀=)

The five elements of Kang State belong to wood (in fact, according to the royal court's past style, metal and fire are more suitable, but considering Tang Mei's attributes, wood was finally decided.)