Back Off, Let Me Come

"Where do you think that barbarian put two people of unknown origin?" The bearded man sat in his tent. Under the service of the soldiers, he took off his heavy armor and opened his chest. He was shirtless and placed in front of him. A basin filled with clean water.

The messenger soldier bent over to reply.

"Yes, it was specially arranged by the major general."

Bearded man: "Did he say anything?"

The soldier who sent the message: "The Major General said that it is cleaner over there. Even if there is an enemy attack at night, the two distinguished guests will not be disturbed. They are safe."

The bearded man suddenly sneered.

Contempt: "A barbarian is a barbarian. He acts willfully without any sense of the overall situation. Apart from brute strength, what else is left?"

The messenger soldier is a private part of the bearded man.

He followed the bearded man's words and said: "The general is absolutely right. The young general is really messing around this time. Do you want to tell me..."

The bearded man raised his hand to stop.

He said: "No, the old guy has been partial to this bastard for more than a day or two. Even if he said it, I was the one who was scolded in the end. Don't worry about this matter. If something happens, it's just a good time for the old guy to take a look at his treasure. What is it?"

The messenger soldier pursed his lips and lowered his head.

The "old man" in the general's mouth was none other than his biological father, the culprit who ignored all the privileges given to the barbarian youth. However, the messenger soldiers are the bearded man's private tribe, not the old general's.

In private, these disrespectful epithets can only be forgotten, and no one dares to reveal a word, otherwise the whole family will lose their lives.

The bearded man didn't look at the cowardly look of the messenger soldier, who lowered his head and hunched his shoulders. He opened his arms slightly, and his concubine, who was pretending to be a soldier, twisted the cloth and squatted down to help him wipe his smelly upper body. Wherever the wet cloth passes, the hot and sticky skin is wiped away.

The concubine also took some ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

Looking at the red marks on the joints caused by the thin ropes, he felt distressed and said, "Sigh... why does General have to suffer so much? No matter how great his achievements are, isn't he going to take away most of them in the end?"

Although the weather is getting colder now, I still smell like sweat even if I don't leave my armor all day long. The armor's tether can cut the skin through the lining. The "barbarian" wore shoulder armor and skirt as if he were wearing armor, as casually as if he was on an outing or party.

If it were anyone else, he would have been scolded.

When it was the young man's turn, nothing happened.

Who doesn't know that the old general is partial to the creaking nest?

The bearded man touched his concubine's delicate and soft hands, closed his eyes and enjoyed the process of gently applying the medicine, and sneered: "What's the point of this? Who let the old man lose his life and make such a barbarian with a barbarian girl? He is very talented..."

If Xiaocheng is captured, the credit belongs to that barbarian; if Xiaocheng cannot be captured, 70% to 80% of the responsibility will be his.

"He's very talented, and you're not bad either." She bent over and picked up the armor one by one and put it on the shelf one by one. The whole set was not very heavy and weighed close to thirty kilograms. "You can also transform into something." Martial armor? Isn’t it tiring to wear this big thing all day long?”

The bearded man put his feet, which had been suffocating all night, into the cold water. The chill spread all over his body along his feet, and goosebumps appeared on his back. He sighed, rubbed the soles of his feet, and sneered without raising his head: "What does a woman know?"

A courageous warrior can transform into armor, but the armor cannot be maintained for a long time and requires a lot of martial energy. Martial energy is something that doesn't matter if you have nothing to do, but it doesn't matter if you waste it at critical moments.

Generally speaking, generals wear armor at all times.

To prevent unexpected emergencies.

It's just these women who don't understand anything and only want to be light, and that barbarian will think that with the armor, there is no need to wear armor. The bearded man took a simple bath under the service of his concubine, and his mood improved a lot, and seeing the beauty under the lamp...

"Beauty, come!"

He smiled and licked his dry lips, wrapped his arms around him, and carried his concubine into the back of the screen. Not to mention, wearing the clothes of this little soldier on the concubine's body is indeed quite tasteful.

Not long after, there was a strange movement from the tent that made people blush and think about it. A concubine knows how to be ashamed and wants to suppress her, but a man with a beard doesn't care, he can do as he pleases.

The guards outside the tent could hear it clearly.

The eyes observe the nose, and the nose observes the heart.

Even though the old general repeatedly reprimanded his son for taking women to the battlefield to have fun, this man was forgetful and did not take the old father's words to heart at all. The guards didn't even dare to remind the bad guy, this guy is not easy to talk to.

As time went by, he attacked the city and seized the land all the way, beating the enemy to the ground, begging for mercy again and again.

He smiled, preparing to take a short rest and directly attack the enemy's main camp, winning the battle in one fell swoop. Just when he was blowing the final attack bugle, a short, sharp, high-pitched sound came from outside the tent, which shocked him. One slip.

"presumptuous!"

Turn off the engine halfway!

He got up and left the battlefield in anger.

He casually closed his clothes, his face was still livid and angry after being frightened, and his eyes stared at the person who interrupted him with fire.

Unexpectedly, the soldiers who sent the letter said out of breath: "Big, big things are not good-the rear camp, the direction of the rear camp is on fire!!!

After the bearded man heard clearly, his eyes suddenly widened. He grabbed the collar of the messenger soldier, lifted him up and scolded him: "What! What did you say about the fire?"

The messenger soldier pointed in the direction outside the camp.

Before he could catch his breath, the bearded man was so angry and anxious that he threw the messenger soldier away and strode towards the outside of the tent.

I saw bursts of noise coming from the direction of the back camp, the fire had grown in size in just a few breaths, and figures of people running around in a panic could still be seen vaguely.

"What happened?"

He growled at the captured soldier.

"Or is the enemy attacking at night?"

The captured soldiers did not know.

Not only him, but also the guards guarding outside the main tent didn't know the specific situation. All this happened so suddenly, if the messenger soldiers hadn't rushed over in a hurry, they wouldn't even have reacted.

When did the enemy sneak in?

When was the sneak attack?

How many people are there?

Don't know at all.

Even the soldiers near the rear camp didn't know. They only knew that the frightened cattle and sheep were on fire, and they were rushing in all directions. The wooden fence was smashed like paper.

The nearby camps suffered disaster.

One rush and one collapse!

In the camp, the soldiers who had already slept in their clothes let out short, shrill screams. They only had time to feel the pain before they died.

Some soldiers wanted to kill them with weapons, but they underestimated the speed and strength of these cows and sheep after being frightened and running wildly.

Those soldiers who overestimated their strength were knocked to the ground, the cows' hooves trampled on their heads, and the sound of broken ribs could be clearly heard.

One foot cracked the sternum, and two feet went to hell!

The cattle are pretty good at fighting, and so are the sheep.

Their hair is thicker and thicker than that of cattle, and the fire is stronger. They will carry the flames wherever they rush. The tents that were washed down were set on fire in a short time. The rebel soldiers were in a hurry...

It is necessary not only to put out the fire but also to control these animals.

However, they were leaderless and failed to control the frightened cattle and sheep at the first time. It was destined that when they really dispersed, the situation would run wildly in an uncontrollable direction.

A bearded man wearing military armor came over, blazing into the sky.

All the food, grass and baggage were in the fire!

Looking at this scene, his eyes were splitting.

"He Fangxiao is invading my camp!"

His anger sank into his Dantian, his voice was like thunder, and the power of a brave warrior spread out in all directions like a wave.

Holding the gun in his hand, he shot the cow that was running madly!

With such a huge impact, his lower body was rooted to the ground.

He shouted loudly, and his arm muscles bulged.

One shot lifted the cow that was moaning before its death and threw it away.

The cow was bleeding profusely. It fell heavily to the ground and kicked up dust. It moved its limbs and soon ran out of breath. But the bearded man's move could not stop the other crazy cattle and sheep. The fire spread at an extremely fast speed as they ran wildly.

"Thief! Come out and die!"

The bearded man's eyes were red.

This scene was something he never expected.

As for the "thief who attacked at night" in his mouth, there was not even a figure. He was roaring angrily here, more like an incompetent rage.

"This...this is really..."

In the dark, Zhai Le stared at this scene dumbfounded.

They wanted to use these cattle and sheep to make a fuss, but they just poisoned them! It's not that they don't want the fire attack to cause civil strife in the rebel camp, but they have no supplies and it's very difficult to execute. But unexpectedly, in just a short nap, the cattle and sheep were collectively set on fire.

The sky is full of bright sparks falling from the sky.

After a few breaths, the situation was completely out of control.

This also means that there is a second force secretly!

Zhai Le said: "Brother, it's definitely Brother Shen and the others!"

This is also the only goal I can think of at the moment.

Zhai Huan took his cousin's arm and prepared to take advantage of the chaos to sneak out of the rebel camp. Regardless of whether it was Shen Tang or not, and no matter how they did it, once these soldiers suppressed the chaotic situation, it would be their brothers who would be liquidated.

They are here to cause trouble, not to die.

The best thing to do is to leave before anyone reacts!

Boom!

In the firelight, a dark green martial energy shot out!

Zhai Le pulled his cousin behind him with his backhand, and raised his hand to form a large shield as tall as a person. Unexpectedly, the unfamiliar martial energy was so powerful that it forced him to take half a step back before he could barely stabilize his body.

He was horrified, and in the next second he transformed into armor and his shield into a weapon, and stepped forward to attack!

clang!

Almost at the same moment, the giant knife chopped off his head!

Zhai Huan and Zhai Le are brothers who work together tacitly. Almost as soon as they were pulled back, he took action to encourage Wen Xin.

The two of them worked together to repel the incoming attacker with one blow.

When the visitor stood still, Zhai Le was surprised: "It's you?"

The visitor only wore one shoulder armor, half skirt armor, and snake-patterned wrist guards on his arms. There was no protection for other vital parts of his body. Isn't he the young man who had a very pleasant chat with Brother Shen not long ago?

Although the young man was repelled, he still looked calm.

He asked: "It was you two who attacked the camp at night?"

Zhai Le didn't want to say anything.

It's just that his expression is a lot more dignified.

The young man had not yet transformed into martial arts, and he did not even wear the Wu Daring Tiger Talisman around his waist, but he felt an unspeakable oppression from the other party's casual posture. This kind of oppression is heavier than Captain Yang!

You must know that Yang Duwei is already the tenth class Zuoshu chief!

Is the young man in front of him, who is not much older than him, still above the tenth level? He gripped his weapon tightly, his heart beating like a drum.

I know there will be a fierce battle tonight!

He said, "So what?"

The young man tilted his head, and his long braided hair swayed with his movements, looking a bit playful. But the words that came out of his mouth had nothing to do with the word "playful". He raised the long knife with the pattern of two intertwined snakes and pointed it at Zhai Le.

He sneered: "Then suffer death!"

After finishing his words, he touched the ground with his feet, his figure was so fast that it almost left an afterimage, and with the majestic sword light in his hand, he slashed at Zhai Le with one strike. The huge force that struck Zhai Le's head like a huge wave made Zhai Le's hands and mouth numb, and his weapon also made an overwhelmed buzzing sound.

The huge wave of air generated by the intersection of weapons overturned nearby tents.

The young man raised his eyebrows: "Hey, it's not bad!"

To put it lightly, even the martial armor was not transformed.

The brave warriors faced off against each other without showing their armor. Not only did one side show contempt for the other, it also meant that there was a huge gap in strength between the two sides. This realization made Zhai Le look cold and hard.

He exhaled secretly to ease the pain in his mouth.

The youth's power was even more powerful than Gong Shuwu's previous fight. Zhai Le also had one thing that puzzled him. With such a courageous warrior in charge, why hadn't this group of rebels captured Xiaocheng yet?

Zhai Huan looked calm. He raised his hand and said something calm and concentrating to boost his momentum. At the same time, he raised his sword and wiped away the neck of the soldier who was trying to sneak attack. He reminded in a deep voice: "Ale, don't panic, don't let him disturb your mind. "

Zhai Le naturally knows this truth.

Luck resists the powerful oppression exerted by youth.

In the blink of an eye, the young man charged towards him with unparalleled momentum. The dark green martial energy surging around him faintly condensed into a vague giant python, opening its bloody mouth at him, and its fangs popped out.

clang clang clang——

Zhai Le rose up to meet the enemy.

The two men fought fiercely, with sparks flying from their weapons.

Not long after, Zhai Le's weapon showed several cracks under the load, and it only took two more hits to break into pieces. The shoulder armor was wrapped in a cracked and mottled black and white style. It was this literary spirit that protected him, otherwise he would have had his entire arm broken off at the very least.

The young man clicked his tongue and pursed his lips: "This is not fair."

The corners of Zhai Le's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Is this even fair?

The cracked tiger's mouth was dripping with blood, staining the entire palm of his hand, slowly flowing along the weapon, and dripping onto the ground.

The young man said: "I also want to find a literary scholar."

Zhai Le's expression changed.

At this time, the young man turned his head and shouted to the side.

He said: "Mama, come and help me!"

Zhai Huan's heart skipped a beat.

I was really afraid that the young man would call for help.

only--

When the person coming out of that corner came into their sight, Zhai Le and Zhai Huan were both startled.

Without him——

The "Mama" in the young man's mouth turned out to be an acquaintance of theirs.

It is also Shen Tang whose position is currently unclear.

Shen Youli!

Standing next to him was Qi Shan, who had a low presence.

For a moment, brothers Zhai Huan, Zhai Le, Shen Tang Qi Shan, and the young man stood in the triangle, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Zhai Le looked anxious and opened his mouth: "Brother Shen..."

The injury on his chest was accidentally pulled, and a bit of irony surged up.

Shen Tang had no expression on his face, but he was holding the sharp and beautiful long sword in his hand, and his eyes turned from the Zhai Le brothers to the young man.

Zhai Le felt bad: "..."

Could it be that Brother Shen is real...

(ω)Hey

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No prizes for guessing the story of Tang Mei setting fire

Tip: The master of Yanling is very good at fighting.