Feeling that the sunlight was a little dazzling, Ahil, who was lying on the ground, couldn't help but squint his eyes and tilt his gaze slightly.

You can't deviate any further, and if you deviate any further, you will see your companion next to you.

Whether the companion next to him went to heaven or not, whether there were seventy-two beautiful goddesses who married him, Ahil did not know.

What Ahaire knew was that his companion, who had been having dinner with him the previous evening, and had been chatting with him, had died not far from him.

Where the arms and legs flew, Akhail did not see, and the constant shells that streaked across the sky and the constant sound of explosions made Akhail not in the mood to look for them.

I guess I won't be able to get it back.

Is the true God punishing?

Perhaps, this kind of artillery that should not have appeared in the human world at all can only be explained by the fact that the true God is venting his anger.

But why didn't the true God pour out his wrath on the other side of Harbis, but on His most devout followers?

The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, and the more he didn't dare to look at his already broken companion next to him.

On the Taihu Lake, which was staying on the sea, Yang Zhong of Baihu viciously kicked the butt of the artilleryman Xu Erdan: "Hurry up!" Look at the one next to you, how many shots have been made, and look at you!

No matter how fucking slow, you wait to go ashore, Lao Tzu can't kill you, Lao Tzu will have your surname! ”

Xu Erdan was not convinced-you are also fucking on this ship, how do you know the launch speed of other ships?

As for our ship, everyone is at the same speed, what are you fooling around!

However, there is no use for birds, it is useless to be unconvinced, the official level crushes people to death, the military order is like a mountain, Yang Zhong, who is a hundred households, can kick his ass willfully, but he has no way to kick back.

Don't even dare to pout.

This is not on land, after training, there is nothing to do, and it is okay to kick him twice, this is in actual combat, no matter how badly he is beaten, no one will say a word.

Didn't you see that the overseers who usually looked to themselves the most were sitting honestly on the side drinking tea.

Thinking in his heart, Xu Erdan's speed became faster and faster, and he mechanically repeated the actions of unloading, loading, firing, and then unloading with a group of companions.

Shen Quan on the deck yawned boredly, and looked at the shore facing him with a telescope boredly, feeling a little unhappy.

Lao Tzu yearns for white knives in and red knives out, bastards! What is the purpose of getting Lao Tzu to the artillery camp to be this hundred households!

The most fucked up thing is that when these killers of the South China Sea Fleet finish washing the ground, they will wash their farts after the landing of their own artillery battalion!

After thinking about it, Shen Quan's psychology was much more balanced - although he didn't have to wash it, the rest of the spicy chickens who were pawns were afraid that they wouldn't have to do it.

Shen Quan didn't believe that there were still many people on the other side who could survive, and in this kind of washing process that could even blow up an ant's nest, it was creatures like people who were most likely to die.

Shen Zhenjiang, who was about to take the lead in charging forward, also yawned, and then glanced at An Zhongming, the eunuch of the prison army who was also yawning next to him.

This dead eunuch may have heard too much about Ye Yang's legend in Bagu City, and after coming back, the whole person became a little frightened, and he copied the knife and cut people in his heart.

Forget it, let him go, and when this fool comes ashore, he will know that there is no one left to cut him down.

That's probably the end of it today, find the remnants of the defenders after landing, and then send them to meet the king of Yama, and today's mission will be completed.

The real vicious battle should be the day after tomorrow, when it is beyond the range of the fleet's firepower, and then it is really time to copy the knife and cut people.

I hope this dead eunuch won't be scared to pee, right?

Thinking of this, Shen Zhenjiang glanced at An Zhongming with some ill will.

An Zhongming noticed Shen Zhenjiang's eyes, only felt that his buttocks were cold, and then said with some annoyance: "What do you see!" ”

Shen Zhenjiang laughed and said, "Let's see if you will be scared to pee!" ”

An Zhongming's face became even more ugly: "You can try again!" ”

Shen Zhenjiang looked away.

It's almost over, the two of them work together very happily, there is no need to provoke the eunuchs of the prison army, and they will not have any good fruits to eat at that time.

An Zhongming glared at Shen Zhenjiang hatefully, and snorted coldly: "The surname is Shen, our family tells you that although our family is a eunuch, we are not cowardly!" ”

Shen Zhenjiang said lazily: "Got it, Lord Prison Army!" I said, don't you drink tea on this boat, you have to come and follow us ashore to fight?

Tell you, don't rush too far forward for a while, it's almost fine, there will be brutes for you to chop.

If you rush too far forward and are hacked to death, Lao Tzu will have to be replaced with a new eunuch, and I don't know if I can urinate in a pot at that time. ”

An Zhongming suddenly felt like eating a fly: "Our family can't pee in the same pot with you!" ”

Shen Zhenjiang knew that he was speechless, and suddenly said with some stumbling: "Almost, almost." ”

Without waiting for An Zhongming to speak, Shen Zhenjiang quickly changed the topic: "Listen, the sound of artillery fire has slowed down, it's our turn soon!" ”

An Zhongming couldn't care about getting angry anymore, but tightened the knife in his hand again-the first time he used a knife to cut someone, how can he pretend to be very skilled?

Should the head be cut off first or should the waist be cut off first? How can you not find out that you are a newcomer? Wait online, it's in a hurry!

The rumbling of artillery stopped.

Shen Zhenjiang took out Wei Duo, and smiled at An Zhongming: "Look at the other side, there is not even a ghost shadow, don't be nervous."

Let's go up this time, there aren't many barbarians for us to cut, so we have to see the barbarians tomorrow! ”

An Zhongming's hand, which had just turned a little white from exertion, slowly relaxed, but he snorted coldly again.

After the artillery fire stopped, Shen Zhenjiang's voice was still as loud as just now - just now the artillery fire was in the sky, and no matter how loud the sound was, only himself and his surname Shen could hear it.

Now the sound is still so loud, and the soldiers behind can also hear it, don't you hear the laughter behind you?

An Zhongming, who is angry and funny, doesn't know what to say anymore - these killers!

Shen Zhenjiang shouted: "Prepare!" ”

Hearing Shen Zhenjiang's loud shout, An Zhongming unconsciously clenched the blade in his hand again.

However, looking left and right, Shen Zhenjiang next to him and the killers who could be seen with his eyes were still the same lazy appearance just now, as if they were not here to fight, but to play.

After relaxing again, An Zhongming felt that he might have adapted to this battlefield environment.

Didn't Zi ever say that he was familiar with 300 Tang poems, and he couldn't compose poems and chanted?

Is there anything to be afraid of, isn't it just cutting people, although our family has never cut people personally, but watching the training of these killers is a lot.

When his feet stepped on the land, An Zhongming's body shook - this damn Mughal is really not a good place! Even the fucking land will shake!

Shen Zhenjiang didn't care about his family's supervisor at this time, and as soon as he stood firm, he turned around and shouted, "Quick!" Fast! Set up your position! Artillery battalion! Artillery battalion! Shen Quan! ”

Shen Quan replied loudly: "Yes! ”

Shen Zhenjiang shouted: "Quick, set up the position, and then take a hundred steps forward and start shelling!" ”

Shen Quan did not immediately agree to Shen Zhenjiang's order, but his face was full of incredulity.

Shen Zhenjiang knew that this nephew, who was about the same age as himself, was usually a very stable person, and he rarely showed such a surprised look on his face, so he turned his head to look at it at the moment.

After the smoke that had just cleared, there were a few shadows, not many, but there were always a hundred and ten - where did these people come from?

Even if they could survive the overwhelming shelling just now, how many would be left? Do these people still have the audacity to show their heads and launch an attack?

However, such an incredible thing is really happening in front of my eyes.

Shen Zhenjiang's heart suddenly suddenly, and he turned his head and shouted: "Execute the order!" The barbarians in front don't need your artillery to manage! ”

The figures in front of him were not too far away from his side, and there was little point in using firecrackers, so Shen Zhenjiang simply pulled out the long knife on his waist and shouted: "The artillery battalion arranges the position!" For the rest, follow Lao Tzu! ”

As soon as he finished shouting, Shen Zhenjiang groaned again in his heart - An Zhongming's dead eunuch had already taken the lead and rushed out!

Damn, there's no such thing as looking for death, bastard!

There are still thousands of people left on my side except for the artillery camp, and there are less than 100 barbarians of less than 200 on the opposite side, and it is the most correct to directly surround and kill, you fucking rush up!

Things have come to this point, it is too late to say anything, Shen Zhenjiang can't care about scolding, and he holds the long knife in his hand and rushes out.

The barbarians on the other side were shouting something, and An Zhongming didn't understand a word - these damn barbarians, who are chattering, can't even say a word!

However, the bright scimitar in the hands of the barbarians was real, and they almost blinded their dog's eyes.

After getting closer, An Zhongming and the barbarian on the opposite side subconsciously stopped, and then raised their knives at the same time and swung them at the other party.

That's right, that's how it feels, that's what those killers did on the training ground, and they did it themselves, it's definitely right!

An Zhongming's long knife swung out, and the scimitar of the barbarian on the opposite side also swung over.

Between the lightning and flint, An Zhongming felt that he had a high probability of hacking the barbarian on the other side, but the barbarian's knife would definitely be able to cut his body?

What to do? It's not okay to wait online, it's too late - only then did An Zhongming, who felt scared, simply close his eyes.

If you close your eyes, you don't have to be afraid, hack the barbarians! Hack the barbarians!

With a scream from the other side, An Zhongming's eyes that had just closed opened subconsciously again.

On the other side was a headless corpse, blood spurting more than a foot high from its neck cavity before it was about to fall towards itself.

An Zhongming felt that his stomach had rolled back and forth several times, but he didn't vomit it because he was holding on with a lot of strength.

After taking a few deep breaths with the long knife, An Zhongming straightened up and continued to rush towards a barbarian next to him.

can't be cowardly, don't be cowardly at this time, Ye Yang said, at this time, whoever instigates who dies first, it's okay if you don't coax.

Firmly remembering these words, An Zhongming once again mechanically swung his knife and slashed people.

However, this time there was no good luck as the last time - the knife slashed at the neck of the barbarian opposite, but did not cut off the barbarian's head, and the pain before death aroused the ferocity of the barbarian.

An Zhongming felt a sharp pain in his waist, and he couldn't hold the long knife in his hand, so he staggered back a few steps before falling to his knees.

Shen Zhenjiang had already rushed over at this time, wielding a knife to kill a barbarian who rushed over, and asked without looking back, "How is it?" Can you hold on? ”

An Zhongming was busy covering his waist, and the section that slipped out just now was probably his own intestines: "It's okay, a small injury!" Just hack those barbarians to death for our family! ”

Shen Zhenjiang kept swinging the knife and slashing back, and he didn't forget to laugh a few words: "Lao Tzu just say, let you not rush too forward, be careful of being hacked to death, now it's okay, take a knife." ”

Shen Zhenjiang was not worried that An Zhongming would die, his voice just now was a little trembling, thinking that it was because of the pain, he was hacked to death by a barbarian, how much luck did he have to take?

However, after waiting for a long time, Shen Zhenjiang didn't wait for An Zhongming to speak again, and then looked ahead, the only one hundred and ten barbarians had been wiped out by the army that rushed over.

After snorting hatefully, Shen Zhenjiang turned around with a long knife: "Come on, give our prison army a ......"

With a bang, the long knife in Shen Zhenjiang's hand had already fallen to the ground.

The dead eunuch who just said that he was okay was already lying on the ground at this moment, his two hands tightly covering his waist on the left side, although his eyes were wide open, but he didn't have any luster at all.

It was almost a run, and after coming to An Zhongming's side, Shen Zhenjiang found that the huge wound on An Zhongming's left waist was so big that it couldn't be covered at all, and a piece of flowery intestines gushed out.

It can be seen that An Zhongming must have wanted to use his hands to cover the wound just now, and wanted to stuff back the intestines that couldn't slide out.

Shen Zhenjiang was a little confused.

The dead eunuch who has been with him for several years, and always likes to purse his mouth and smile like a big girl on weekdays, is he really dead?

On weekdays, he always shush the soldiers and ask for warmth, but the eunuch of the prison army, who has no good face for himself, the commander of the guard, died like this?

"Into the mother! Yes! ”

Like an injured lone wolf, Shen Zhenjiang couldn't help but wail.

What about the strength of the body? Where did it go? Shen Zhenjiang, who knelt down beside An Zhongming, didn't know, and he couldn't lift his hand when he wanted to reach out and close his eyes for An Zhongming.

Douda's tears couldn't hold back any longer, drop by drop, some wet the placket, and some fell directly on An Zhongming's body.

After a long time, Shen Zhenjiang seemed to come back to his senses, wiped his tears, and then reached out to touch An Zhongming's face.

Looking at An Zhongming, who finally closed his eyes, Shen Zhenjiang stood up, looked at the soldiers who knelt around him, and shouted through gritted teeth: "Find out these barbarians for Lao Tzu, chop them up, and build a view of Beijing!" ”

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