It didn't take long for the battlefield around Dugu Pocheng and Zhong Zhen to no longer be the area where they used to fight alone, and the soldiers of the two countries were fighting each other all around. And this vanguard battalion of Ning Guo has more than 1,000 people, and thirty percent of them have been lost, and the rest have been summoned back.

The vanguard battalion is not an ordinary army, although it is not small in the melee, it can kill 10,000 enemies and lose a few thousand, which is too wasteful.

Dugu Pocheng didn't dare to fight, and ran wildly all the way until he returned to the rear of his own camp.

There was no more half of Ning Guo people around him, his body shook, and suddenly he smirked a few times, and fell face down with a "bang", smashing the half-wet and half-dry mud out of the human-shaped pit.

Zhong Zhen was originally on his shoulder, exhausted, the bones in his body seemed to be broken, the pain in his lungs was abnormal, and he didn't have any strength, and with the fall of Dugu Pocheng, he also smashed to the ground. Fortunately, he didn't lose consciousness, he wasn't so embarrassed, he just hit the ground with his butt.

A military escort hurriedly carried a stretcher over and transported the two to the rear, and one of them was stuffed with a healing pill in his mouth on the way.

However, there is always some helplessness that people can't let go.

People are different, lives are different.

Zhong Zhen watched Dugu Pocheng be carried in another direction, and there were already two beautiful female soldiers in turquoise shirts and skirts, one on the left and one on the right, guarding him.

But she had two ordinary sergeants carried to an extremely large tent, in which there were wounded little generals like her, and a large number of ordinary sergeants.

The healing pill has already melted into the abdomen, but it has no special effect. This is a very low-level elixir, it is estimated that my finger was accidentally scratched when I cut vegetables in the kitchen, and it will take an hour to heal after eating.

However, Zhong Zhen's body did not have too many injuries from being poked by knives and guns. There was Dugu Pocheng rushing in front of him, and the soldiers of Ningguo who formed the spiritual power array were all beaten by him, even if they did not leave the battle formation, they still needed a little time to recover the formation and organize the attack again.

Because of such a time difference, she only needed to block the pace of these people chasing after her, so she didn't directly kill people with real knives and guns.

The thick strength is extraordinary, and there are no external injuries. There must be seven tuberculosis and eight wounds on the inside. There was a strong willpower before, and when he relaxed, Zhong Zhen coughed so much that he was about to lose his breath, and a big mouthful of blood gushed out.

It's just that there are too many injuries. She had just been carried in, and she couldn't get her turn yet.

The tent was full of people screaming and screaming in pain, and the pain-relieving powder was sprinkled on the wound as soon as possible. It's better than nothing, and if the injury is too severe, it can't completely stop the pain. Moreover, there were too many injured people. Most of them didn't have time to bandage, and there was a steady stream of wounded people coming in.

"Lao Tzu is dying of pain, come and bandage it personally, and if it goes on like this, the blood will run dry."

"I didn't even shout what it was called, my intestines were exposed."

"Haha, I just broke my arm, I just connected it, it doesn't hurt at all."

Zhong Zhen coughed and listened to these random shouts, but the voices of these people were very hoarse.

Before you kill an enemy. Everyone is quite quiet and solemn, once they start fighting, their ears are full of killing, killing, and it is not unusual for their voices to be hoarse.

These people shouted and screamed, as if they were in pain, and they were trying to win the attention of the military guards, but in fact, when they heard it, they knew that everyone had an indescribable faint joy in their hearts.

It is a kind of joy of not dying, escaping, and surviving.

Zhong Zhen had a smile on her face. She was the same, although she coughed so much that her lungs were about to vomit, her heart was full of calm joy.

To be able to live, who does not want to live.

Do you regret not dodging the flying sword? Of course, I regret it, and my intestines are repentant. If there was another person, Zhong Zhen might have run faster than a rabbit, but because that person was Dugu and broke the city, she didn't hide.

This is a friend who can give each other's backs.

In the same way, she can call her life into the hands of the other party.

It's just an instinct and intuition, Zhong Zhen made a big gamble. Although this man is lame, he is definitely not a man who has left his companions behind. Dugu Pocheng will definitely save her, although he didn't expect to kick her in the head with his back leg in such a hateful way, throwing people into the air.

For Dugu Pocheng, Zhong Zhen seems to see Wang Sanya of Huajian Pavilion from him, and Senior Sister Wang will definitely not leave herself. This Senior Sister Wang, who is called a dung aunt by everyone, has a different temperament from herself, she doesn't even talk to speculation, and in times of crisis, she must be a friend who can give her back to each other!

She was depleted of spiritual power, and lying on the bed was useless, so she had to sit up reluctantly, crawl to the corner of the big tent, and lean her back crookedly against the thick tarpaulin of the big tent.

Only by sitting on the ground can you absorb some spiritual power and help recover from your injuries.

At this time, I miss the big padded iron pot in the Huotou barracks. At night, she sat inside, put her feet on the ground outside the pot, and used the boots she got from Dugu Pocheng to absorb spiritual power.

At this time, no new stretchers came in, and I heard from the people next to me that the four large tents had been filled, all of whom were injured today.

The battle was much more fierce than before, and Ning Guo was also ruthless. The injured people were glad that General Dugu had disrupted the opponent's position on their side, and although the casualties were severe, they were much stronger than Ning Guo.

Several doctors and nurses were busy, and the blood was carried out in one basin after another.

At this time, a tall, thin general with extremely thick eyebrows ran in from outside the tent. There was a lot of blood on his body and face, but it didn't seem to be his own, but because of the person's quick movements, it didn't seem to be injured.

Frowning and anxious, he looked around, roughly seeing a familiar face, and walked over and crouched down in front of the wounded man.

"Senior Brother Huang, ouch, the injury is not light. Come, take this good healing pill first, and I'll go to Senior Brother Liu's side to have a look." ”

As he spoke, he walked to the side of another wounded sergeant not far away, checked the wounds on the man's body, and found that the injuries were not as serious as those of Senior Brother Huang before.

Zhong Zhen looked at this person as if he was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while. The people who go to the Huotou barracks to carry water, or carry soup and poke steamed buns, are all ordinary sergeants, and there will be no such generals who refine the seventh layer of spirit at all.

The tall and thin general turned around more than a dozen hospital beds in a row, and finally didn't see any familiar people again, and wanted to run away, but he looked at the extremely injured people nearby, with an unbearable look in his eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and turned the entire tent, but whenever he encountered a serious injury, he took out a good healing pill and fed it to people.

"Ding Jiancheng. Ding built! Zhong Zhen shouted softly. (To be continued.) )