Lian Po, who was almost drunk to death, still went on the road according to the plan, he is a professional soldier. He executes the virtues of a soldier's ethics very well, and punctuality is the best ethics of a soldier.

The forward battalion took the lead as usual, and Chu Dayong's infantry suffered few casualties. Ao Canghai's cavalry was almost wiped out, and the only few remaining people were also wounded. The horse could not get up, so he had to lie down on the carriage. Fortunately, Yun Yue's treatment method is good, and most of them survived.

However, the gradually hot weather still caused the wounded riders to die. Yun Yue listened to the incessant "oops" sound in the carriage, and felt that the air seemed to be several air pressures lower, and her heart seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton. That feeling of heart congestion tortured Yun Yue to death.

Every night when he camped, he would go to the riding camp. In fact, he knew that he couldn't make a difference, but he just thought it would be good to look at them.

A stretcher was carried away from Yun Yue's body, and Yun Yue lifted the sheet and took a look. The frysa next to her vomited with a "vomit". This is still a child, definitely no more than sixteen years old. A child who is not even qualified to shoot him, but he picks up a sword and goes to the battlefield to kill people.

He was badly wounded, his entire back and thighs were burned. The wound was infected and suppurated, and it was so festering that no good skin could be seen. Death may be a relief for him. To die is so miserable that to live like this is to suffer a living sin.

The number of cephalosporins is not much, after Yun Yue distributed it to several officers. The only thing left is salt water, which is very unreliable for sterilization. The vast majority of people who die these days are caused by wound infection.

"I went to the logistics camp to ask for a good coffin, and I said I wanted it. They don't give it, and you come to me. Yun Yue let out a long sigh, this was all he could do for these dead soldiers. It's all a good thing done by Qiu Fu's old bastard, and he is a lively man when he leaves. That kind of energetic look, Yun Yue still remembers.

A group of men who stood up to the sky were stunned and tortured like this by a piece of military order. Yun Yue hated Lian Po and Qiu Fu more than ever. Without Lian Po, Qiu Fu's old bastard would not be in charge of the army. If he is not in charge of the army, these people will not die. Yun Yue swore that Qiu Fu's head would be returned. Be sure to use it as a night pot, and he will pee when you finish peeing.

The more the horsemen died, the more they died in this bumpy road. In the end, only Ao Canghai, who had eaten cephalosporin, and a few cavalry officers came back to life.

The injuries of these guys are actually starting to heal, the old skin has faded and the new skin has just grown. The bear-like men itched their heads and hit the wheels, and their hands were tied by Yun Yue. At this time, you can't scratch it, and if you get infected, it will kill you.

On the battlefield, the man who threw arrows to death and did not retreat, at this time the wail was like a wounded lone wolf on the grassland. The wheels were hit with a "bang" and "knock" sound, and the head was first red and then packed, and the last one broke blood.

Yun Yue had to have their heads shaved, and there were fucking lice in their hair. Now it's covered in blood, and I can't even think of tetanus. That thing is going to kill people, too.

Ao Canghai's current image is very ridiculous, and his head is wrapped like an Indian Ah San. The craftsmanship of the shaved soldiers is very fashionable, and there are still short stubbles left in the east and west. There is still a pinch next to the ear, which looks like the elf in the Lord of the Rings.

"Lord Captain, brother, give me a knife. Thank you! Ao Canghai, who couldn't bear it, hit his head with a "bang" and "bang" thinking, and blood flowed down his head. Half of his cheeks were stained red.

"Old ginger, old ginger...... Hurry up! Yun Yue helplessly shouted and drank the old ginger muttering with a few veterans in the distance.

"Captain, what's the matter?" This old guy has one eye, and he is still looking around. No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a good person.

"I was knocked unconscious with a stick, and my hands and feet were a little sharper. After a little more collision, the bleeding will also leave him to death. "It's hard to save so many, don't end up stupid with your head. It's bad to be like Wu Lao Er, and Lao Tzu has to raise more people.

Old Jiang kicked Zheng Bin, who rolled up his arms and sleeves with disdain, and came over with a whistle stick. With one hand, he slashed at Ao Changhai's neck, and Ao Canghai immediately fainted. An old guy who has been in the sand field all his life, this hand is a thief.

Seeing that the other guys were also itching, in the spirit of teaching. began to instruct Zheng Bin, and it seemed that the teaching results were not very good, and Yun Yue heard a terrible wail in several other carriages.

After walking all the way for five days, Lian Po's physical fitness has to be said to be really good. The old guy who has half his life left is now actually patrolling around. However, this old guy never eats in Yun Yue's camp now, and even if it is obvious that his throat is stirring, he never makes an exception.

Che Wu of the Che Battalion is an unlikable guy who serves as his immediate boss. This product has always ignored Yun Yue, and even the old buddies Chu Dayong and Ao Canghai's persuasion has no effect. I don't give courtesy when I see Yun Yue every day, but this guy doesn't make trouble either, and he looks non-violent and uncooperative. Anyway, his backstage boss is Lian Po, and Yun Yue wants to move him, and he can't even pass Gu Zhanhong's level.

Several torches were lit in the dark cave, and the mountain wind whistled through the small cracks in the ceiling. The sound was like a ghost crying, and the cave was not big, only a few zhang square. There was a charcoal fire with red-hot charcoal on it. There was a pair of iron chopsticks next to him, and Lao Jiang picked up a piece of fiery charcoal with the iron chopsticks, and walked over to the guy who was tied to the wooden stake.

"Boy, they are all in the army. I didn't want to do this to you, but you can't say what we want! Sent from above to below, I also have to pay the errand. Let's talk about it, I won't give you this red date. You see, your thin skin and tender flesh are different from our rough blanks. There is not a single scar on his body, and the girls in the kiln are not uncommon to die. The scar burned by this red date will not go down for the rest of your life, not to mention that the taste is really uncomfortable. ”

Lao Jiang stroked the delicate skin of the sturdy man with a look of regret, and the chariot soldiers were wrapped in heavy armor all year round. Not even an arrow can pass through, let alone the sun. Not to mention that there are no scars on their bodies, they are still covered with snow-white, like a woman's body. Because of this, these thin-skinned and tender-fleshed guys are often mocked by rough men in the army.

There is nothing good or bad in this world, and the rough men in the army mock the chariot soldiers. The kiln sister in the brothel likes it, who likes to sleep with rough men like shark skin, or these guys who taste tender meat are comfortable to hug up.

The chariot soldier looked at the red-hot charcoal in fear, and the charcoal was blown by the mountain breeze blowing in the mountain gap, and it was like a ghost fire in the old ginger's single eye.

"Don't be a tough guy, Uncle Jiang is old and frail, and he can't see that other people's lives are bigger than him. It's still hard, and he'll put the charcoal on your little brother's head in a moment. I said brother, you will be wasted in the future, think clearly about what is worth working so hard. Say it, say it, our brother will go around you. They are all in the army, why bother to force each other so much! Right! A veteran soldier next to him kept enlightening, as if he was a good person here!

Sweat kept running down the neck of the sturdy man, and the charcoal in Lao Jiang's hand was close to the fair face. This guy was so frightened that the muscles on his face twitched for a while, but fortunately, after all, the corpse mountain and blood river were rolling, and he didn't pee his pants.

"Get out of your, Lao Tzu is now three or five girls a night without beating. Who's as bad as you say, but you're right. If this red date is put on the head of this little monk, hehe! I can't keep him hard for the rest of my life! Hahaha! ”

With Lao Jiang taking the lead, the men in the cave all laughed fiercely. Several even began to pluck the little monk with branches, and Old Ginger also put charcoal underneath to smoke it.

A drop of sweat happened to fall on the charcoal impartially, "Zila! With a bang, the sturdy man trembled with fright, and his bladder could no longer be controlled. The urine flowed down his thighs, and Lao Jiang immediately pinched his nose and picked it open.

"Damn, I still want to pee on Lao Tzu. Don't stop me, watch me roast the birds today. Everyone, take your looks! Lao Jiang angrily threw the charcoal on the fire chopsticks into the charcoal basin, and picked up a piece of fiery charcoal and came out. He was going to attack the sturdy man's lower body.

"I said, I said, I said I said all." No matter how strong a man is, he can't withstand such torture. When the little brother felt the heat, the strong man couldn't stand it anymore. Truthfully recruited!