"This card is yours now."

Zhang Chunhua looked at Zhong Ming, who was stunned, as if he had thought of something, and shook his head again.

"Look at your own current generals."

Zhang Chunhua stretched out his tender elbow and poked Zhong Ming.

Zhong Ming picked up his military commander card and looked at the handwriting on it.

General's card: Zhong Ming

Skill: 1: Combo Break, every time you smash a general's card, you will get an extra turn.

Two: Weight, every time you take a little damage, you can draw a card. A hand card is then placed on the general's card, called "Quan". Each "right" card in your hand is +1 cap.

Three: Checks and balances: The playing phase is limited to one time, you can discard any card, and then draw the same number of cards.

Four: Kill: Lock Technique, in your turn, except for you, only characters who are in a dying state can use [Peach].

Five: Release: Lock on skill, you will not take fire damage.

Six: Horizontal Strike: Effect: ???

Seven: Odd System: When you target a target with a base card or a trick card during your turn, you may discard a card to a character who is not the target of the card, and then that character draws a card.

HP: 12/12

Hand limit +0 (power x0)

“......”

Zhong Ming was dumbfounded, not knowing what he thought.

……

In the wind and sand, this figure was a little embarrassed, and behind him were endless pursuers, and he only had a broken blade in his hand, couldn't he run away?

He asked himself silently in his heart.

The news has not yet arrived, of course unwillingly.

It's not that he didn't hold a lot of power, and he was at the top of his glory, but after all, he lost, he overestimated himself, overestimated his sharpness, who would have thought that the seemingly decisive situation would kill a creature that no one had ever seen, and that creature was not strong.

But when its blood fell on the armor of the soldiers, there was a terrible assimilation, and when the assimilation was over, the vast desert could no longer see a living person, and the city itself became a dead city.

The war horse under him was a little breathless, and he must not have much strength, and in a trance he seemed to recall something, including the company of his lover, the joy of the soldiers, the pain of the wound, and the joy of all kinds of small things.

The black-eyed corpse in front of him crawled up, and seemed to get closer and closer to him as if he were tireless.

"Desert."

He touched the hair of the red horse under him, and the red horse desert was very human, and let out a terrible roar, like a traveler who had not been able to drink water for a long time.

The horse's hair had long since faded, and it was easy to see the tiredness.

He sighed, he already knew the meaning of the desert in his heart, and there was no way back, so he would die on the battlefield, but when he looked at the corpse of the soldier in front of him, the pair of sharp eyes froze, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, it was hard to imagine that a battle-hardened general would make such a trembling or fearful sound.

"Resting ......"

If it were other soldiers, he might not have much memory, but he couldn't be a stranger to the person who had died in front of him.

This person is the only one who has a wife and children at home waiting for his return.

In the barracks, none of them are the part that can fight well, most of them have nowhere to go, for the sake of a precarious meal, although the food in the army is not rich, but at least they will not starve to death.

"Rest, if you don't have the strength, what will you do to fight?"

It's not that this soldier who has never asked him a colleague.

The answer he answered at that time still has his memory now:

"It is impossible for a person who has a bond in his heart to win."

The pair of eyes were too calm, and the steamed buns the size of jujube kernels were already a rare delicacy here, and this soldier had never left much food, but he remembered only one sentence:

"When I die, I hope the general will send these to them."

"Do you think they'll make it that far?"

It's not that he didn't ask, he remembered that Fenxiu's face full of scars smiled at that time, although it was not scary, but it also did not have a bit of a beautiful color:

"Yes......"

The sound was so subtle that it was like a mosquito buzzing, and he shook his head, thinking to himself, what a fool.

But when this fool won for him more than once, he was as arrogant as he was, and he would face it squarely.

When he had finally been unaffected by the food, he had visited the so-called village of Fenxiu, which was still part of the desert, where dry bones could be seen everywhere, and his wife and children were all broken cards, and at that time, although he was terrified, he could not help but ask:

"They... The food to be able to eat. ”

At this time, although they still don't have good food, they still have enough steamed buns.

Fenxiu smiled and shook his head, and there was no expectation in his eyes:

"We await the return of the Lord."

"The Lord ......"

When people are cornered, they will always try to grasp the last straw like a drowning person.

At this moment, he finally remembered that Fenxiu had mentioned a card, and that card could establish a connection with that adult.

Although the army has always laughed at him for being a fool, at this moment, he finally picked up the card from his arms.

The card is completely black, and there is no trace of luster in sight, only the two handwriting engraved on it.

Herald? He read it silently, then shook his head, laughing at himself in his heart, he was so willing to be a fool like him.

The broken blade in his hand was held in his hand, and Da Mo raised his front hooves again, and the corners of his mouth Nan Nan: "Come on, monster."

……

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Chunhua looked at Zhong Ming with a complicated expression, a little puzzled.

Three fragments flew out of Zhong Ming's arms, forming a portal in the air, which was densely packed with corpses, and a man riding a red horse could be seen.

Holding a pitch-black card in his hand, the blade in his hand has long been broken, but there is a war intent in his eyes, even though the tiredness has long been thick and terrible, the war horse under him is also shaky, and it seems that there is not much strength.

"What is this?"

Zhong Ming took back Zhang Chunhua's card, held the dragon crossbow in his hand, and then jumped towards the portal.

"Kill ......"

In the wind and sand in the sky, Zhong Ming's figure was a little gloomy, and the war horse and the general felt inexplicably tired, and then Zhong Ming grabbed people with one hand and grabbed the horse with the other, carried them into the air, and threw them out of the portal formed by three fragments.

"The information, sure enough, is still correct."

A black streamer swept through the air from a distance, stopping in front of Zhong Ming.

"Long time no see, Pioneer."

The figure was dressed in a moon-white robe, the figure was concave and convex, the delicate pink face was very good-looking, the porcelain white jade was difficult to find a flaw in his hands, and there was a strange translucent knife in each of his hands, and his posture was very wanton.

The color of the beautiful eyes is very subtle, although there is no joy or hatred, but there is no lack of fanaticism, it seems to be ready to do it at any time, but it is still gathering momentum.

"I, have seen you before?"

Zhong Ming's expression was calm, and his sharp eyes pondered for a moment, then shook his head, making sure that he had not seen this person.

"Pioneer ......"

Zhang Chunhua seemed to be about to say something in the card, but before he could finish speaking, he had already lost his voice, and seemed to have pressed the mute button, unable to speak.

"Dragon's crossbow, skill form."

Zhong Ming's hand speed was fast in the air, and the crossbow was aimed at the woman in front of him, but soon, the crossbow was disintegrated in front of him, although Zhong Ming did not fall from the air, he could still feel a chill.

What kind of ability is this?

"You forgot, except for the Herald Banner, other attacks have no effect on me."

The beauty in front of her shook her head, as if she was disappointed, and from time to time there were corpses on the ground that tried to rush up and fight Zhong Ming, but they couldn't jump off the ground as if they were completely shielded.

Zhong Ming grabbed a handful of cards and threw them at random.

"Hey, I can't finish it properly."

The beauty in front of him waved her hand, as if she was very helpless, and the card thrown by Zhong Ming quickly lost its luster, and then turned into ashes in the air.

“……”

Zhong Ming put his hand into the package, one hand grabbed the armor on his shoulder, the force was not very strong, and he could still feel the fragrance in his ears in this position, Zhong Ming frowned, very uncomfortable.

"I'll come back to you when you're in your prime."

The black luster in the eyes of the corpses on the ground faded instantly, and they fell down again one by one, and the Zhang Chunhua card in Zhong Ming's package finally made a sound:

"The Enemy of the Pioneers - Phantom, the ability is to shield people's five senses, ranking 31."

“……”

Zhong Ming rolled his eyes and looked at his dismantled mechanical crossbow, although it was disassembled very fragmented, none of the parts were damaged, so it only needed to be assembled and used.

Zhong Ming took out the repair card and repaired the repeater, and then looked at the general and horse who had passed out in his thatched hut.

The cards in his hand were still fluttering, apparently not activated.

Zhong Ming frowned, very puzzled, since it was not the pioneer deployment of Shang Zengri, why could he summon the portal.

"Alive."

Zhong Ming touched the general's forehead, although the body temperature was low, it would not be a big problem, and there were no scars on the horse's body, only a knife wound on the horse's buttocks.

"What are you going to do with him?"

Zhang Chunhua pointed to one man and one horse in the thatched house.

Zhong Ming's expression was cold:

"Send it back."

……

When the general awoke, and there were corpses in front of him, and he was still sleeping peacefully in the bed in the previous city, he pushed open the door and looked at his horses, and sure enough, they slept in the stable, and seemed very tired.

And the token in his arms has long been gone.

He walked to the city and looked down, and although it was full of soldiers' corpses, no one survived, but none of them got up as he had thought in his dream.

The city gate was closed so well, if it weren't for the corpses on the ground, he wouldn't feel that there was anything wrong with him.

But all the memories about Zhong Ming have been naturally washed away, and he can't think of anything, he can only feel the confusion in his mind, a little overwhelmed.

"It turned out to be a dream."

He muttered to himself.