On the city wall of Xuchang, the rebel guard post is wearing a thick military coat, in this cold night, a casual exhalation will form ice ballast on the beard, and it is really not a good thing to be assigned to duty at this point, not to mention that there is a huge force on the other side of the horizon that threatens here.

The veteran in charge of the guard patted his companion, rubbed his frozen hands and said, "Help me keep an eye on it for a while, I smoked a cigarette and froze to death." ”

After the veteran finished speaking, he squatted under the bunker of the city wall and lit a cigarette, although smoking at night is taboo, but as long as he squats on the ground, the sniper will not be able to blow his head.

"Hey, being stuck in the city all day, when is it a head?" The soldier swept the distance with a night-vision binocular, and complained.

"Hehe, don't say it, we are depressed, ** even more depressed, they can't take the city, and when the next wave of collapse comes, they will have to bear it, and now they are more anxious than us, and the staff officers of the command headquarters are estimated to be unable to sleep."

"Haha, you said that this cold kite, it's really stupid, it will only advance by a brainless pig, and it will be okay in the first few battles, but now it is restrained by Jiangzong with one move, and the whole team is wilted."

The smoking veteran laughed so much that he choked on his trachea, coughing and laughing, tears and snot were about to flow out: "That's not it, who is our boss?" When Jiang Zong commanded the army back then, not to mention Leng Kite, even her ancestors were still wearing diapers! This woman can only rush into battle to kill the enemy, in terms of command, it is far worse! ”

"Hahaha, don't say it, if Admiral Leng Luan sees his daughter like this, he will probably be angry!" The little soldier sneered triumphantly, and with a quick mouth, he directly made fun of the deceased, but after he finished speaking, he did not get a response from the veteran.

The little soldier thought that he was a veteran and was a little unhappy, after all, in these years, the army establishment has been completely disrupted, and the comrades-in-arms around him don't know which old unit they came from.

The little soldier just wanted to change the subject with a smile, when suddenly, he smelled an abnormal smell of blood between his noses.

In this kind of night close to minus 20 degrees, all the cold air is inhaled, the nose has long been frozen numb, and the sense of smell is greatly weakened.

Xiao Bing glanced to the side suspiciously, and in the next second, the whole person was frightened.

The city wall at this position is facing the direction of the enemy's attack, and although it is late at night, there will not be three steps and one sentry and five steps and one post, but there are ten people on duty on the hundred-meter-long city wall.

But now, when the soldier looked around, the other nine sentry posts, including the veteran who had squatted on the ground and smoked a second ago, were already headless! Their heads had been slashed off by some sharp weapon, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror, but the warm blood had just spurted out before it turned into ice ballast, so there was no movement at all.

And next to these corpses, I don't know when there were already people in black clothes, they quietly held the falling heads after beheading the enemy, and held the corpses, and gently lowered them to the ground, without making any sound in the whole process, like ghosts.

The soldier was about to scream when he suddenly felt a dark shadow come to him, and then his mouth was covered, stifling his voice in his throat.

This is a girl who is too beautiful to describe, what kind of eyes are they? Like the dark and deep night sky, revealing the color of antique ink, shining a little dark light in the reflection of the night, like a priceless gem.

The girl's figure is very petite, only about one meter five, and she is relatively thin, well-behaved and delicate like a doll, and the little hand that covers her mouth is as clear and flawless as white jade, and she can even feel the temperature of the palm, which is refreshing.

However, the bloody smirk on the girl's face spoiled this suffocating beauty, and she smiled cruelly, the corners of her lips curled like silver hooks, as if she were looking at a corpse.

In the next moment, with a precise and swift slash, the soldier felt that his originally frozen neck was suddenly liberated, and it was completely liberated, losing any restraints, and flying into the air briskly and melodiously, like a soaring bird...

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In the Xuchang General's Mansion, the sleeping political commissar suddenly woke up, he muttered a few words, rubbed his cold arms, and got up irritably.

Insomnia, insomnia again!

Since Ge Liechi died in the battle of Pingdingshan, and the army of the Republic of Huihui came to the city of Xuchang, the political commissar has not slept a few well, not only after losing a major combat power, but also because the season is now turning from late autumn to early winter, and the night is freezing to death, his old rheumatism is faintly committed again.

Of course, there was another reason, a reason why he shuddered at the thought of it...

The political commissar put on a thick cotton jacket and wanted to make a pot of tea, but when he found that the hot boiled water poured in the thermos flask before going to bed was already cold, he shook his head: "It's really unlucky." ”

The political commissar let out a sigh of relief, sat down in his chair, rubbed his swollen temples, and said loudly: "Guard, bring me a pot of boiling water." ”

Soon, the door opened, and the cold wind swished in, blowing the commissar with his back to the door, he rubbed his arms, frowned, and said, "Come in quickly, the door is closed." ”

The door was gently shut, and with the sound of light footsteps, the visitor walked over to the commissar and placed the kettle on the table.

"Well, let it go." The commissar was just about to take the kettle when he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Whose hand is this?!

I saw that the hand holding the kettle was as white as a snowflake in early winter, so clear that even the faint green tendons and blood vessels could be seen, like flawless porcelain, which made people reluctant to touch it for fear of damaging it.

As for the guards around him, the political commissar knows very well, they usually practice guns and boxing and make their hands full of calluses, so thick that they don't look like words, they feel like they touch sandpaper, how can they have such skin! This look is the little hands of the yellow flower girl!

In the stiff sitting of the political commissar, the visitor slowly let go of the kettle, silently walked in front of him, pulled out a chair and sat down, and then put two long legs full of slender and seductive curves on the table.

Cold sweat had oozed from the political commissar's forehead, which quickly froze in the cold winter temperature, fell off, turned into ice crystals and fell on the table, his face was twisted like a wrinkled tiger skin, and his voice sank like a pool of stagnant water: "This signature move of the cold kite, you really learned it well, ink bones." ”

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