Chapter 7: The broken knife gets stuck in the sergeant's shoulder, and the sergeant kicks it
After only a short period of effort, barely a breath long, the tall and tall horses ran away without a trace, leaving me with only tears in the dust. But these are happy tears, different from the sad tears when I made onions before.
I have escaped a catastrophe, and I will definitely be blessed in the future, I thought so leisurely in my heart. I watched the scenery all the way, but there was nothing to see, it was desolate everywhere, and I couldn't see even a single green. After all, in this time of war. As I walked, I tried to find the skinless guy and ask him why he had designed to frame me.
Finally, the hard work paid off, and I finally saw someone else alive besides me. There are still a lot of people, I'm happy, now I can find someone to ask. But the smile on the corner of my mouth hadn't yet formed, and I was immediately forced to take it back. I immediately turned around and ran with my feet, alternating between my legs and back for a long time, and I felt that it was faster than the 50-meter sprint when I was a student. But after running a hundred steps, I realized that I had not turned around, and I was not moving as fast as a 50-meter dash, but slowly approaching the group.
That's when I realized that I was still sitting on the back of a donkey, and I was running a hair. Why should I run? Because there is a battle ahead, fighting with swords and fire, roaring angrily, and roaring like killing pigs. I saw that I was approaching the sergeants. Now it is impossible to be as lucky as just now, and there will be no one who politely pulls the donkey aside when I am a master. Because everyone is red-eyed, who has the leisure to think about these things.
Just when I was in a hurry and didn't know what to do, I jumped off the donkey and was about to pull it and run in the opposite direction, I spotted a familiar figure. This person is the one who arrested me on the street to treat the general, and I used onions to make the general release 9981 stinky farts in a row, and the illness was so cured. I watched as he was so badly wounded that he felt like he was about to collapse and die.
I don't know why, I, a small man who has no power to tie the chicken, thinks I'm so tall at this time, and I want to save this man who has been on the battlefield for a long time, and his whole body is either a knife wound or an arrow sore. I also forgot to be afraid, to forget that there was a rusty broken knife on my hand that a donkey could bite off a piece. I rushed forward in three steps and two steps. According to the enemy who was about to cut the sergeant, a meteor knife slashed down, because when it was wielded, it still fell rust and flew all over the sky, and when the rust fell, it was like a meteor, so this knife was called a meteor knife. After I cut down with this knife, I couldn't tear it off, and I couldn't lift it. From my point of view, half of the broken knife had already slashed into the man's shoulder.
Just when I wondered why the broken knife was so powerful, the man who was hit by the knife kicked me in the stomach with a kick in the back. Only then did I realize where I had the power to cut in, and the broken knife was not that powerful, but a large gap in the broken knife was stuck in the man's shoulder. I was kicked and dizzy, so let's see if it's a shooting star.
I collapsed on top of the sergeant who had grabbed me in the streets, my head close to his ass. And the man who kicked me over, without even looking at me, went to kill others, I was despised, my heart was uncomfortable, my face was happy, I was saved, he didn't continue to target me. If you give me a knife, I'm not done. At this time, I didn't have time to think about this, but I sniffed my nose, and a bad smell came to my nose. I looked at the man who fell next to me suspiciously, and said, "You don't wipe your butt when you shit."
Who knew that such a casual remark would anger the man, and he said: It's all your fault for being a hairless guy, which caused me to have diarrhea, otherwise where would I be so embarrassed. I looked at him aggrievedly and said: When did I hurt you, you have no conscience, and I also cured your general.
However, when the sergeant said something, I instantly lost my confidence, and I turned my head weakly, not knowing what to say. I wanted to laugh but didn't dare, it made me feel so uncomfortable.