It's a pity that Chu Lan and the others didn't take the head of Li Chaoyuan, the lord of the southern country.

With the arrival of Ningbei.

The First Legion of the Northern Liang Army, which guarded the Tiger Prison Pass, 100,000 black-clothed soldiers in military uniform, with black cool knives hanging from their waists, and tiger eyes were resolute, after seeing their white-clothed military lord coming.

Swish!

All 100,000 people bent down, pulled out the cool knife on their waists, put the horizontal knife on their chests, saluted Ningbei with the Beiliang saber, opened their mouths like a dragon's chant, and their momentum was like an iron-blooded tiger, and they roared: "The first army of the Northern Liang Army, all the soldiers welcome the return of the army master!" ”

The eyes of all the soldiers were full of fanatical faith.

For them, the military lord Ningbei is their faith.

But today, Ningbei is going to resign from the position of military master.

This is unacceptable to the Beiliang Army, and all the sons and daughters can't accept it.

Chu Lan was indifferent and elegant, and gently stepped forward and shouted: "Bei Liang belongs, the first legion, the seriously injured are out of the ranks!" ”

Swish!

Everyone put their swords away, and no one came out.

The Northern Liang Army had rules that all seriously wounded should withdraw from the battle and rest in the rear.

Therefore, every time the Northern Liang Army fights, only those who are killed in battle are not seriously injured.

The Great War began, and everyone had the will to die.

My son of Beiliang is not afraid of death!

Qingshan buries loyal bones everywhere, why should the horse leather shroud be returned!

Chu Lan held his hand and whispered: "Those who are slightly injured, come out!" ”

The words of the ten army commanders are all military orders.

Next, more than 30,000 Beiliang soldiers walked out of the queue.

Ning Bei looked at the bearded young man at the front, who was originally only twenty-five or sixteen years old, but he had a beard full of sideburns, like a man in his thirties and forties.

He is under the command of the First Legion, the commander of the Third Corps, Jackal!

"Little wolf, a penetrating wound to the abdomen, will it be rated as a minor or serious injury?"

Ning Bei asked Hu Lang calmly.

Among the top ten legions of the Northern Liang Army, hundreds of corps commanders were all brought up by Ningbei.

No one is inferior to the God of War level strength!

Recently, most of the corps commanders have successfully been crowned!

The bearded young jackal, with a straight body and no squinting, shouted in a condensed voice: "Abdominal penetrating injury, according to Beiliang's disability standards, is a seriously wounded, and needs to be arranged to withdraw from the battlefield immediately." ”

"Then tell me, are you slightly injured or seriously injured?"

Ning Bei looked at the jackal's abdomen, which was wrapped in a thick blood cloth, faintly oozing blood.

This was clearly a penetrating abdominal injury, and both internal and external injuries were extremely severe.

But the jackal stalked his neck and cried, "I am slightly wounded!" ”

"Explain it yourself!"

Ning Bei picked him up with his left hand, not caring at all about the face of being the commander of the corps.

You must know that the corps commander of Beiliang has 10,000 elites under his command, and he belongs to the middle and high-level core generals.

But Ning Bei picked up the back of his head, as if he was carrying a puppy, and when he saw it, he was about to throw it to Chen Changsheng, and asked him to take people away to treat his injuries himself.

The jackal was lifted and shouted, "Abdominal penetrating wounds, ordinary soldiers can be defined as serious injuries, and the corps commander is defined as minor injuries!" ”

"According to what you said, when it comes to the corps commander, the abdomen is pierced, isn't it not that there is no injury?"

Ning Bei stopped and looked at him.

The jackal lowered his head, cowardly and wanted to pout, and muttered: "Anyway, my son of Beiliang, as long as he doesn't die, then there is no injury!" ”

"Take him down, I want to heal his wounds, and then go and get twenty military sticks!"

Ningbei directly threw people to Chen Changsheng.

The jackal was really cowardly and strong, and said stubbornly: "I don't go to the rear, it's my duty to guard the tiger prison!" ”

The people of Beiliang are hard bones from top to bottom!

Ning Bei ignored him, turned around and said softly: "Xu Qing, out of the ranks!" ”

"Beiliang Army, under the command of Boss Chen of the First Legion, cough, cough...... Xu Qing, the commander of the second corps, see the military master! ”

A thin and black young man, as if he was weak, stepped out, his eyes were blazing, he kept coughing when he spoke, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.

Ning Bei looked at him and asked indifferently: "Tell me, the chest penetrated the injury, which injured the lung meridian, is it a minor injury?" ”

"Yes, it's a minor injury!"

Skinny young man Xu Qing.

Another man who talks nonsense with his eyes open.

These ruthless people, in front of Ning Bei, are still very skilled, but from the words, you can feel the recklessness of these people.

Think about it, if the person asking the question today is an outsider like Lu Daochen.

Xu Qing and the others are afraid that they will not pay attention to it.

Ning Bei shook his head lightly and said, "Take him down to treat his injuries, and after he is cured, thirty military sticks!" ”

"I ask for a hundred sticks!"

Xu Qing stiffened his neck and opened his mouth to call.

Chen Changsheng's face darkened, and he said in a low voice: "You are looking for death!" ”

"I asked for a hundred sticks, but I didn't go to the rear to recuperate."

Xu Qing stated his conditions.

There were all Bei Liang Erlang present, and none of them wanted to go to the rear to recuperate.

Bei Liang Erlang is good at fighting and likes to kill, which is definitely not a joke.

Ning Bei ignored him at all, looked around at the more than 30,000 wounded people present, and suddenly asked, "What about Xiao Tian of the First Legion?" ”

Lu Xiaotian, the First Army of the Northern Liang Army, the commander of the Tenth Corps!

A seventeen-year-old boy.

At only seventeen years old, he became a god of war last year.

Although he is young, his combat exploits are not weaker than those of old people like Xu Qing.

It was the corps commander who was brought up by Ning Bei.

When Ning Bei asked, the audience was silent.

A depressing atmosphere quietly permeated.

Ning Bei's heart suddenly sank, and he said angrily: "I'm asking, where is Lu Xiaotian, the commander of the First Legion and the Tenth Corps of the Northern Liang Army?" ”

"Lu Xiaotian see the military master!"

This is not a single voice, but the voice of more than 10,000 people.

The voices of 10,000 people mixed together, resounding in this heaven and earth.

This is the voice of everyone in the 10th Corps.

In the black phalanx at the rear, that was the 10th Corps.

But this is a sight to behold.

Ningbei already knew the answer.

Lu Xiaotian died in battle!

If a person dies in battle, the military lord Ning Bei will find him by name, and his ten thousand brothers will answer for him.

Ning Bei slowly closed his eyes, his voice was hoarse, and said, "How did Xiaotian die?" ”

"Last night, the eight countries outside the country started a full-scale war, in front of the ten major countries, all of them were ignited in the flames of war, the original three elite legions in the south attacked the tiger prison pass, and then I ambushed them all here, the south refused to give up, and increased troops to attack at night, Xiaotian led the troops to meet the battle!"

A trace of guilt flashed in Chu Lan's eyes.

Lu Xiaotian died in battle, and he Chu Lan was also responsible.

The two legions reinforced by the southern kingdom hid several feudal figures, and originally wanted to take advantage of the outbreak of the war to attack and kill Chu Lan and others.

However, the Beiliang Army is brave and good at fighting, and the commanders of the major corps are all good, and they are very conspicuous on the battlefield, and they are more likely to be targeted by the enemy's strong people.

Lu Xiaotian is an eight-rank god of war, and his strength seems to be extremely strong.

But the attack and killing of the king's characters can't be stopped by themselves at all!

Almost at the beginning of the attack, Lu Xiaotian was cut off by the king warrior of the southern kingdom and died on the spot.

This is last night's battle, and the highest level of the fall of the Northern Liang Army has descended.

A promising corps commander who is in front of the Tiger Prison.

He's only seventeen years old!