Back Off, Let Me Come

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As the knife fell from his hand, a head rolled to the ground.

It bounced slightly when it hit the mud.

Until the moment when the corpse was separated, the head still maintained a part of madness and a part of fanaticism on its face. Its eyes were bright, filled with confidence in Bei Mo and hatred and disgust for Shen Tang and others. Shen Tang sucked the palm of his hand, and the beheading knife flew back automatically.

She wiped the blood off the knife with a handkerchief.

He didn't even give any extra looks: "The destiny is the highest. The saying 'Destiny is in the north' is somewhat true. But Kang State is also in the northwest continent. How could we know that the destiny should not be with Kang State? I accept your blessings alone, but The head must still be accepted."

Then, she glanced at the other prisoners who were frightened like quails, clapped her hands and praised: "Your courage is commendable. I have always admired loyal and righteous people. In the face of life and death crises, you can defend the glory of your clan, and your spirit and behavior are excellent." Worthy of accolades.”

The group of prisoners recovered from their panic.

Then he fell into greater despair.

Shen Tang's tone of voice was strange. He didn't sound like he meant to let them go. He clearly had murderous intentions! Everyone scolded the person just now in their hearts! If there was a glimmer of hope at the beginning - it's not like the northwest countries had never accepted prisoners from the Northern Desert who were loyal to them, depending on whether the price was enough - after being tortured by their pig teammates, they probably had no chance of survival.

He is strong and loyal, and has gained a good reputation, but others' livelihoods have been cut off! There was endless despair in everyone's hearts.

Those who kowtow, those who beg for mercy, those who swear...

But there are also those who see clearly the current situation and know that they are doomed.

Since begging for mercy is a matter of death, and not begging for mercy is also a matter of death, so why bother to make a fool of yourself? He closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the death knife to fall on his neck. This farce finally came to an end with Shen Tang's gesture of whereabouts, and heads were rolling all over the ground.

The heads rolled several times on the ground following the inertia.

Some stopped on their own, and some stopped only after bumping their "neighbors'" heads. Pillars of blood spurted out from their necks as big as bowls, staining the ground. The temperature is relatively low in this season, and the warm blood is sprinkled on the ground, and white mist rises and disappears.

Shen Tang raised the weapon in his hand.

Raise your arms and shout——

"Destiny is in the north, and I am destiny!"

The next breath, the school grounds were drowned by a roaring sound like a tsunami.

Some soldiers shouted hoarsely in excitement. Shen Tang waited until the voices gradually stopped before continuing: "Tuocheng Jingguan, this will be the last time, because - there will be no so-called 'Northern Desert' in the future! There will only be Kangguo 'North State'!"

"Beizhou!"

"Beizhou!"

"Beizhou!"

Wave after wave of sounds came and went.

Morale soared, and the soldiers could not feel the coldness of the night wind at all. Not only were they not cold, they also started to sweat, as if there was a fire burning inside their bodies, exuding infinite heat from the inside out. This restlessness could only be relieved by roaring at the top of their lungs. Until everyone stopped, the sky was still echoing with their responses, soaring into the sky with majestic momentum.

Shen Tang didn't even look at the nearly a hundred corpses lying on the ground.

She picked up a large bowl of wine, raised it high to the soldiers, and said loudly and forcefully: "As evidenced by the national destiny of Kang State, I wish you all a prosperous military fortune and victory in this battle. In the far north of the vast sea, raise the altar again!"

It is said that the far north of the Northern Desert is covered with ice and snow all year round.

Visions of heaven and earth often occur here, and it is also the end of the world in many mythological stories. It is self-evident what Shen Tang's troops and horses have fought here and built an altar to inform the world - not only does she want to win, but she also wants to fight until the Northern Desert completely surrenders to her!

He didn't use a demagogic and passionate tone to stir up others' emotions, but simply said a few words lightly, but it was enough to make people's blood boil. Even though Qi Shan is a villain who is accustomed to seeing big things happen, he still has to admit one thing - the Lord seems to be born with the ability to "bewitch people", and his few words can make people's blood boil.

It's simply worse than poisoning people.

"Army, let's go!"

Shen Tang transformed into a martial armor and got on the motorcycle.

Although the motorcycle is a snow-white mule, its body shape has changed drastically as Shen Tang's strength has advanced. Coupled with the silver-white horse armor covering its whole body, it is nothing more than a silver-white heavy tank. Shen Tang calmly drove this "chariot" and moved forward gracefully. The heads on the path shattered into pieces, and colorful, red, and white colors flowed all over the ground.

Before the main force of the army set off, the elite soldiers and horses supporting Gong Shuwu had quietly left the camp outside Tuocheng and went straight to the location of Gong Shuwu's soldiers and horses. Gong Shuwu is the one who knows the Northern Desert best among the generals - no matter how the northwest kingdoms change, the Gong family has been watching the Northern Desert for generations, and has gained rich experience in the Northern Desert for this purpose, including but not limited to the Northern Desert. The living habits, combat methods, regional resources, military tactics of various tribes and tribes in the desert...

The talents of the generals born in the Gong family are not top-notch, and fighting alone is not their strong point - even Gong Shuwu can only be considered above average. However, relying on the experience of several generations, the Gong family always performed well in the battles in the Northern Desert, and it was also a rare exception to become a commander-in-chief without prioritizing personal combat power.

Gong Shuwu is a generation that connects the past and the future.

If it hadn't been for the changes in the Xin and Geng countries, he would have supported the Gong family until Gong Cheng grew up, and then personally handed over the Gong family's burden to his nephew when he had the ability to become an independent family.

Gong Shuwu also knew the responsibility he shouldered, so he did not dare to relax for so many years. Even the childhood enlightenment textbook was a record of the war with Bei Mo. For the first time, he picked up a gun taller than himself and stabbed it with the words Bei Mo. The acupoint wooden figure with the word "desert". His growth trajectory is filled with content instilled in him by his elders.

The Gong family was born to fight against the Northern Desert. One day, Gong Shuwu will also rest in the land where his ancestors spilled their blood.

Gong Shuwu was taught to face death at the age of six.

[Death is not terrible. Men of the Gong family will only die on the battlefield in the Northern Desert, and here are our ancestors for generations. Death is just to see them. You will be afraid of strange ghosts, but will you be afraid of your ancestors who are proud of you? They are all here. 】

Gong Shuwu suddenly opened his eyes.

At the same time, he collected his power and calmed down the inexplicably turbulent Dan Mansion.

He was just adjusting his state, allowing his body and the energy of heaven and earth to form a large and small cycle. The agitation in Dan Mansion will naturally affect the laws of heaven and earth. This change was enough to alarm Lu Ji who was not far away. Lu Ji returned from his inspection tour and asked, "General, is this in your way?"

Disruptions in Qigong practice are common.

But it usually happens to beginners.

For someone as experienced as Gong Shuwu, martial energy has formed inertia. Even if it is not deliberately guided, it will follow the established route at a slow speed and practice, and there is basically no possibility of accidents. Once it appears, it means that the warrior himself is mentally disturbed.

Lu Ji's concern reminded Gong Shuwu of the accident just now.

But he wasn't going to say more: "It's nothing, no problem... I just can't concentrate on practicing outside, and always think about something that I don't have. Looking at the sky now, the army is almost resting. Let's set off. We should be able to catch up with the ambush... …”

Gong Shuwu is completely accustomed to his current status and rarely thinks of the past, let alone the advice of his elders.

Suddenly appeared today——

There was a vague premonition in his heart.

Both brave warriors and literary scholars have strong premonitions, some of which are good, and some of which are bad. This does not seem to be a good sign in front of Gong Shuwu. He turned over on his horse as usual, raised his hand and flicked it in front of his eyes, turning into a mask, covering his face that showed no emotion.

Going to the battlefield means putting life and death aside.

Regardless of whether the omen is good or not, we still have to fight the battle that needs to be fought.

He tightened his horse's reins.

Qingqing: "Drive!"

According to the intelligence of the last enemy group they ambush, a batch of food and grass will arrive at the Bei Desert Camp soon. The troops in the Northern Desert were assembled in a hurry, and the food and grass were not fully in place. If this batch of food and grass can be destroyed, it will undoubtedly be a big blow to the morale of the Northern Desert army.

When Gong Shuwu intercepted the information, he sent scouts to investigate.

The enemy's troops are average.

Judging from this, the person who oversees the food supply should not be very outstanding - because the resources in the Northern Desert are limited, the number of people who can feed them is naturally not large. In order to maintain combat power, all ethnic groups in the Northern Desert, young and old, men and women, are able to go to the battlefield and are very good at "calculating budgets".

If the general in charge of grain control is strong, he will be assigned fewer troops, and vice versa. Judging from the amount of food and supplies and the number of soldiers and horses, the strength of the generals in charge will most likely not exceed that of the seventh-level public officials. Even if there is an error, it will still be within two levels.

Use your own troops to intercept and kill, and you will be safe.

Gong Shuwu kept turning over intelligence analysis in his mind.

I laughed at myself in my heart, "How can there be any absolutes in this world?"

At this time, he inadvertently looked up and saw a moon glowing with faint blood. When he looked carefully, the hazy moonlight returned to its normal color. Are you being blinded? Inexplicable uneasiness spread in Gong Shuwu's heart, like countless poisonous snakes crawling.

"Zhi Zong."

He called out to Lu Ji.

Lu Ji was one of the first batch of female military generals who could train, and Gong Shuwu had been deeply engaged in military training for many years. They had a lot of contact with each other. He and Lu Ji could be considered half masters and half apprentices. It would affect the morale of the army, so he lowered his voice: "Be careful when you encounter the enemy. If something goes wrong, lead your troops to retreat as soon as possible..."

"Is the information false?"

Lu Ji glanced at his current location.

The scouts reported back that they were not far from the enemy.

When retreating at this time, the morale of the troops is minimally shaken, as they are afraid that the enemy will react and take advantage of their retreat to pursue and attack.

Gong Shuwu shook his head slightly: "No, it's intuition."

Lu Jidao: "It's hard to get off the tiger now."

Temporarily changing the battle plan is a taboo on the march.

There must always be a reasonable explanation.

The excuse of intuition is obviously not strong enough.

Because Gong Shuwu could not prove whether this intuition was true or false, Lu Ji believed that he would not talk nonsense about it, but he could not open his mouth randomly. What if a general who is strong on the outside and weak in fighting is timid and uses his intuition as a reason to temporarily withdraw his troops? How about a fart war?

She looked around, alert.

Said: "General, please don't worry."

If the intelligence is wrong and the enemy sets up an ambush, she will not let them get benefits: "Send the order, the whole army is on alert!"

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The temperature here in Wenzhou is so great that even the 220g thick velvet leggings cannot bear it, so I ordered a thermal vest overnight. It has been raining for the past two days, and I had to brave the wind and rain to check in in the afternoon. Alas, I got cold and had a stomachache. After two days of trouble, I felt like I was going to collapse. I ran to the toilet after typing hundreds of words. Montmorillonite Nothing works.

Who believes it was still 21℃ here a few days ago?

PS: The number of words in this chapter is a bit short. I need to think about how to issue the knife.