Chapter 57: The Long Night (7)
"Whew, whew. β
"When I'm older, my body doesn't listen to it. The veteran panted and whispered to Lu Fusheng, who was carrying Wuhou on his back: "Boy, wait a minute, I will give it to your palace, you have to take them to rush back, don't worry about my mother-in-law, especially Wang Xiaoer's stinky boy." That guy is so naΓ―ve, he is so old and still believes that there are really good people in the world. β
"He thinks you're a good person, and I probably can't hold him, so don't say frustrating words, you don't need a queen. Lu Fusheng retorted.
The veteran pouted and said: "Don't let me look down on you, you are a smart bad person like me, so you don't need to tell unnecessary lies, I can see that you have something on your mind, you hide a big secret, and people who have something on your mind are not willing to die, and now, being reluctant to die has become an advantage." β
Lu Fusheng does have a big secret, the simplest thing is that there are thousands of spiritual weapons in the treasure bag on his body that can help the dozen or so sergeants in front of him to take out the surround of troublemakers, but he can't do this at the moment, not only because he doesn't like to meddle in things and doesn't stretch out his hand, but the group of people in front of him already has enough reasons to drive Lu Fusheng to make a move.
However, in this case, among these troublemakers, I don't know how many of the hidden piles are cultivators of the enemy country, and if the eyes of the enemy country grasp their own movements concretely, it will bring great inconvenience to their future far-reaching plans.
Lu Fusheng, who walks the world, is not only Lu Fusheng's personal identity, but represents the entire Moshang shop behind him, just like the cunning king who is sleeping peacefully in the palace at this moment, he would rather use a huge price during the day just to change the security of Yang Shengshi, not to value the current Lu Fusheng, even if Lu Fusheng proposes to accept the commission only in his own name.
The shrewd king values the future, and it is impossible for the person to go to the small shop to only have the cultivation of the Imperial Spirit Realm forever. In the future, Lu Fusheng will inevitably become a high-level cultivator under the guidance of Huang Chao, the shopkeeper of Moshang's shop.
At that time, there would definitely be a high-level cultivator in Anyang Kingdom, once he became a high-level cultivator, it would not be a problem to live for 1,800 years, as long as the next king of Anyang did not mess around too much, acted according to the ancestral system of Anyang, and gave Lu Fusheng time to grow, the prosperous era of Anyang could still last for a thousand years.
It's a person who wants to become a cultivator, but after all, there are only a few who really become cultivators, and there are even fewer people who can cultivate to become the best among them, God never treats everyone fairly, but sometimes it treats some people very fairly.
Only those who are born with a spiritual vein can cultivate, as long as they study the most superficial spiritual recipe in the cultivation world for a few days, they can officially enter the path of cultivation, for people with talent, cultivation is so simple, and people without spiritual veins are destined to be unable to cultivate for a lifetime, even if they study for a lifetime.
God was very fair to Anyang, and gave Anyang Kai the strongest cultivation talent, but did not give any of his heirs the spiritual vein, in exchange for the thousand-year-old prosperity of Anyang, in exchange for the people of Anyang to live and work in peace and contentment.
Lu Fusheng was reluctant to continue talking about this topic, this was the first time he felt a sense of powerlessness.
The surrounding troublemakers are like ghosts and demons around the phalanx of more than a dozen people, and their hands have changed from stones to torches, and then from torches to iron rods, and the little upgrade of weapons has brought about an increase in the arrogance of these troublemakers.
People are bullying the weak, under the military's step by step concessions, the conniving troublemakers are becoming more and more emboldened, and now the iron rod in the hand can be killed, as long as it is further replaced with kitchen knives that the people can use, the nature of this group of troublemakers will completely change, and the military can define this group of people as rebels, and it will be understandable to carry out real suppression with knives and guns at that time.
This is the meaning of "waiting" when King Wei heard Lu Fusheng's eight-character suggestion.
The rescue team moved closer and closer to the safe area where the large force had been isolated.
500 steps...... 400 steps...... 300 steps......
As the distance decreased, the pace of the people behind the giant shield formation became slower and slower, and the shields raised became lower and lower.
With only the last three hundred steps left, Lu Fusheng lifted up the Wuhou who had fallen a little behind him, and encouraged everyone who was already tired: "Brothers, come on, work hard, we said that we will call that captain to invite us to a big dinner tomorrow." β
Two hundred steps......
Even if he gritted his teeth and insisted on breaking through the limits of the human body in a short period of time, he also had the maximum, unconscious running, and the blank of the brain. The left foot stumbled on the right foot, and the old soldier, who couldn't hold on, fell straight forward.
Lu Fusheng, who was quick-eyed, helped up the veteran who was about to fall with one hand, inserted his arm into the gap between the veteran's arms, and stiffly straightened the veteran's heavy body. The Giant Shield Array paused for a moment, and the mistake or lack of physical strength of one person would affect the movement of the others.
"I can't do it anymore, let me go. The veteran looked at Lu Fusheng's sweaty face weakly and said resolutely: "I'll drag you down, hurry up and get out, otherwise no one will be able to leave." β
"It's just a few steps away, and you can choose to give it raw. It is hard for Lu Fusheng to imagine why there are always people who can make the simplest choice between life and death, but they all give up the choice.
"Just leaving me alone and saving all of you, it's worth it. The veteran really made up his mind, even if he saw the miserable appearance of Wuhou behind Lu Fusheng in front of him, he still made such a choice.
"What is the difference between leaving you and falling into the hands of those troublemakers? "Wang Xiaoer always says the most heart-wrenching words at the most unrevealed moment.
The veteran still stared at Lu Fusheng's eyes and smiled with relief, and said, "If that's the case, it won't be your grandsons who will be saved, but more people will be saved." β
"No, even if you carry it, I can carry you back. Lu Fusheng looked back at the veteran and said firmly.
The veteran who threw down the heavy shield seemed to have run out of patience to continue arguing, and proved his choice with practical actions, took off the light armor on his body, took off the helmet on his head, lifted the wooden stick pinned to his waist, and turned his back to the group of comrades and left a sentence: "Boy, don't let me look down on you." Take the big picture into account, don't let me die so lightly. β
The veteran pushed away the two comrades who were blocking the front and rushed out, and the wooden stick was thrown sideways from side to side, knocking down several troublemakers who were besieging him, shouting: "Don't stand there like a, go quickly." β
Although the veteran seemed to be saying this to everyone, Lu Fusheng knew that he was saying it to himself, and the impulse to expose his identity to repel the group of troublemakers and rescue the veteran was suppressed by the veteran's sentence of taking care of the overall situation. Silence in a dilemma.
The giant shield man who was guarding one hundred and fifty steps away naturally heard the shouts of the veterans not far away, and the eyes of a few young sergeants who had just come down from the battlefield to change guards to the Tiger Ben Army could clearly see rolling tears, and a few impulsive young men who had become acquainted with the rescue team were just about to stand up and rush over, but they were pressed to the ground by the veteran Wu beside them.
The young soldier touched his face to the ground and shouted, "Let go of me, let me kill those fools who make trouble, fucking we are being treated in exchange for defending our family and country?"
Elder Wu pressed it down with great difficulty, and said in his ear: "We are soldiers, and soldiers have to obey orders." β
The young soldier turned his eyes to look at the leader of this group of sergeants with tears in his eyes, the leader turned his head to avoid their hot eyes, he didn't dare to look, he was afraid, his conscience was stabbed too much by the eyes of this group of young men, and he went to tell the King of Wei about this form, asking for reinforcements, asking for more military authority The soldiers have not returned, and they have to obey orders if they are soldiers The same applies to the leading generals, and the leading generals are also soldiers.
There are only two people who can give orders in this Bo'an city: the king and the king of Wei, the king is watching from the wall, while the king of Wei is waiting, and no one in this group of soldiers who have worked for them has really considered them.
Wang Xiaoer took out the wooden stick on his waist and was about to rush out, Lu Fusheng grabbed the impulsive Wang Xiaoer and said: "Recognize the reality and take care of the overall situation, this is his own choice, just like he said, don't let him look down on you, withdraw quickly, otherwise the last time he won for us will be wasted by you, and his sacrifice will be meaningless." Even if you get him back, do you know how many people you will have to sacrifice? Why should you make everyone pay for your impulses? β
"I don't care, I'm going to save him. Wang Xiaoer rushed out like crazy chasing the pace of the veteran.
Lu Fusheng shook his head, in fact, he could have firmly grasped Wang Xiaoer, but he didn't do it, he always secretly disliked Xiao Chen An and Chu Wenxuan's meddling in his heart, and his love was overflowing. Why did he get caught up today, maybe he stayed with them for too long, so that the dark and cold side of his heart would melt into the sun.
Immediately following Wang Xiaoer's rush out, Lu Fusheng took out a bundle of rope from the treasure bag, connected Wuhou who tied himself and his body, took off the wooden stick and rushed out to help, those giant shield hands not far away could not step forward to help without getting the order, they could only hold the giant shield in their hands tightly, and shouted loudly in the distance to help.
"Huben, Anyang, together. β
"Huben, Anyang, together. β
The veterans in the distance saw these comrades rushing over, tears couldn't stop flowing, biting their tongues, at this moment only pain can calm themselves down, in order to extinguish the rekindled desire to survive, the veterans whose faces were blackened by the smoke on the torches were touched by this group of lovely comrades.
The surrounding troublemakers saw the veteran who turned around, and several iron rods were waved at the veteran's body.
The veteran who was kneeling on the ground after being smashed by the heavy blow of the iron rod took out the knife he had hidden before the rescue mission from his arms, and sighed with an indifferent smile: "These useless guys." Really. β
The short knife in his hand does not seem to be lethal, and it can kill people immediately if it is inserted into an important and vulnerable part of the body, and the posture of the veteran holding the knife means that the knife is not to be inserted into the body of this group of troublemakers, but to be inserted into his own body.
Wang Xiaoer, who was separated by the troublemakers, kept shouting in the distance: "Don't, we're here to save you, don't." β
There were too many troublemakers, and Wang Xiaoer didn't have time to rush to the veteran's side with just a wooden stick to stop his self-killing.
With only a flick of his fingers, the veteran with many years of battlefield experience knows that part of his body is the most vulnerable, and he inserts the knife in his hand fiercely in his heart, his heart no longer beats, and the blood continues to flow out.