Jinyong feels like he's having a dream... It was supposed to be very fragrant, but Zuihou was decisively dropped by the dream of a firewood knife ...

"You go to die!"

The turning kaleidoscope writing wheel eyes stared at him tightly, and the nameless karmic fire also began to rise from the lower abdomen - I said sister, please put on your shirt, this is a tricky behavior, it really makes it difficult for me to fight with you...

…

"Ahem..."

An unpleasant smell of blood put an end to this illusory dream, and Jinyong was sure that it wasn't the blood that had welled up in his throat due to his own internal bleeding... It's a stronger smell of blood.

Resisting the discomfort of his body, Zhenyong struggled to sit up... What the? Can't a seriously ill person get up casually? Come on, this is a war... If you've been lying there, someone else will be happy to come and mend it.

Of course, Zhenyong can't sit back and watch his experience and exploits become someone else's experience - although he was still a little dizzy when he first opened his eyes, he was inside a tent... Was that a temporary return to the camp for treatment?

Zhenyong subconsciously touched his right foot... Being stabbed in the middle of a rut can be very scary for the average person, not to mention the large piece of flesh under the barb, which is absolutely enough to be disabling under normal circumstances... In fact, if you count the poison attached to it, it is not impossible to die on the spot.

But the touch of his fingers told him that his feet were no different from before, except for the holes in his shoes... Not even a scar remained.

"Tut-tut." This discovery made a smug smile on someone's lips, as if his healing ability had become more and more exaggerated since the last battle against Shangnin, and if this trend continued, maybe there would really be a chance to recover quickly without sealing while facing the enemy, as the first generation did.

"Are you awake?"

The curtain of the door is opened, and Jinyong doesn't even need to confirm with his eyes to confirm the owner of this voice... He stretched out his right hand and scolded with a smile: "It's just that the legs and feet are not good... Why don't you pull me up? ”

For Watergate, there is nothing to admit defeat or defeat in this little lip service, he carefully helped Zhenyong up, although it is not his wish to go out to the newly recovered patient at this time, but they can only say that they can't help themselves when they are on the front line...

"Already at war?"

Watergate's combat uniform has obviously been stained with a lot of blood, and even the whole person exudes a faint fishy smell... Although these two brothers have never been much clean as men, it is obviously not Watergate's style to make such a mess.

"Yes." He nodded calmly, the tense atmosphere on the front line had been maintained for so many days, and it was finally time to break out, "One of the three Shangnin that Mr. Shuomao solved that day seems to be a high-level member of the other party... You've been unconscious for about seven hours, and you've had your first round of contact now. ”

Watergate's voice barely fluctuated, and Zhen Yong only nodded on the surface... But in fact, he understood that neither of them was as calm as they seemed - the war had begun.

Compared to the previous two days of the clean-up mission, this is the most brutal time, in the frontal battlefield, unless you have a strength far beyond the norm, like the current Shuomao, or the future Watergate, otherwise no matter who you are, you may fall in a hurry... This means that even if it is a shinobi, Weishenme will not choose to use a large range of ninjutsu alone on the frontal battlefield - a strong ninjutsu means a huge chakra consumption, and in addition, it is more likely to attract the attention of the opposing ninja... The more dazzling the guy on the battlefield, the easier it is to die.

Mizumon and Zhenyong said that breaking the sky is only the strength of the middle ninja, although compared to the average middle ninja, they can still maintain a certain advantage in one-to-many battles, but what if this number is expanded to 5 people? What about 10 people?

… The information on the sand ninja side is not yet clear, but on Konoha's side, on the frontal battlefield bordering the Land of Wind, more than 200 people have been gathered in the "elites" of the middle ninja and above!

The high mobility of the ninjas makes them unsuitable for array combat, but on the other hand, they have a more powerful point-and-shoot capability than ordinary troops... If you want to survive on the battlefield, half of it depends on strength, and the other half... It's just left to luck.

"When's the next sortie?"

The first round of attacks should have been provoked by Sha Shinobi, but Konoha is obviously not a soft persimmon who "forgives and forgiveness", and according to Zhenyong's estimate, the next round of counterattacks may be in full swing.

"Twenty minutes later." Mizuto handed over the new ninja kit to Zhen Yong, "There are two soldier food pills in it, and because the opponent is a sand ninja who is good at using poisons, it is also equipped with two simple antidotes and hemostatic bandages. ”

Shuimen made an introduction, Zhenyong listened, and opened the ninja bag and carefully checked it - it's not that he doesn't trust Mizumon, a mature ninja is always responsible for his own life, in fact, no two ninjas' ninja bags are exactly the same - the location of the props, the type of props carried, the quantity, all of which must be adjusted according to their own habits.

"Remember to call me before you go~" Zhenyong moved his muscles a little, "I've rested for so long, I have to recover a chakra first." ”

"Well, you should prepare well."

Taking a deep breath, Zhenyong calmed down his mind a little, it's going to be war soon, you must concentrate, concentrate... Ahem, well, although Zhenyong has been avoiding it since he woke up, how could he have forgotten the culprit who caused him to fall into a coma!?

How will you face that pair of cute white rabbits in the future... Ah no, how did you face that transvestite who has always dressed as a woman...