The green gauze tent, the red tile house, the broken sword and the remnants of blood, outline a confusion.

As Humber said, the greedy wolf camp is by no means a position of prestige, and those who can come here are either poor people who eat by their mouths, or sell themselves here to pay off their debts.

The mortality rate of the greedy wolf battalion is the highest profession in the city, their job is to patrol the mountains, and it is not easy to take anything out, so the superiors only provide them with light equipment, and the most long-range weapons are only bows and crossbows.

Such a team went out for 10 groups, and less than 6 percent came back, and everyone has become accustomed to the life of licking blood with a knife head. It's just a life, and life has a price.

Most of the soldiers here are the same as Brother Xin, either clinging to the powerful captain and trying to survive, or find a rich Adou to assist him in earning a living allowance.

But there's another kind here...... It is the one who is being tortured. They used to be mighty kings, and then they made mistakes......

"Brother, don't be kidding, Nightingale is different from others, you can't afford to mess with it, this woman is crazy!" The corners of Brother Xin's mouth twitched and leaned into Zhang Lan's ear to remind.

"Oh." Zhang Lan nodded, looked at the big tree and shouted, "Nightingale, how much do you have for a night?" ”

"Grass!" A group of soldiers around him who were looking for work began to retreat, and the eyes of Zhang Lan were the same as looking at a corpse.

Who is a nightingale?

In the past, the youngest centurion of the Seven Kills Regular Army, a woman commanded a hundred elite battlefields, a day-by-day battle bow in one hand, a thousand steps through Yang, a hundred shots, even the strongest warrior in the city of Joy City has said that 10 steps away from the nightingale, winning or losing will be a destiny.

is such a awesome character, but when he went out on a mission, he "mistakenly" killed his superior, the 500 commander, and after being sentenced, he was deprived of all his official ranks, and he was sent to this greedy wolf camp as a pawn.

Maybe the superiors just want her to die outside, and it's best to let the bones be eaten by the beasts. But Nightingale just can't die, no matter how dangerous it is for her to set off with many teams, even if it is just one person, she can come back alive.

In this greedy wolf camp, everyone calls her a "demon girl", and they don't want to associate with her, and if they accidentally provoke her goods after drinking too much, they will be found dead in some dark corner the next day.

Hearing someone call her name, the short-haired woman on the branch glanced sideways at Zhang Lan, "You called me?" ”

"It's you, he told me, everyone here has a price, what price do you have?" Zhang Lan put her arm around Brother Xin's shoulders and said.

"Didn't I say that? Sister! Not what I said! Holy! You let go, I don't know you hey! Brother Xin was tossing like a little girl in Zhang Lan's arms, but he couldn't break free.

"Really?"

The nightingale rolled over slightly, falling from a branch up to 10 meters high, and just when you thought she was going to fall to her death, she landed on her feet again in a strange posture and stood up yawning.

Looking closely, Nightingale is 178 cm tall, a pair of 110 long legs wearing only metal combat boots and thick leather armor shorts, and the leather slim protective gear on her upper body exposes her bronzed muscular skin, delicate little face, capable short hair, and squinting eyes are also killing.

"Boy, new here?"

"My name is Zhang Lan, a first-class military attaché, a ten-division commander, and I am looking for my soldiers." Zhang Lan said frankly, "Are you interested in joining my team?" ”

"Not interested, but it's kind of interesting to kill you. Let's play a game. ”

The nightingale reached out from behind the big tree beside him, and took his own quiver and a crimson war bow, Zhang Lan had ever seen the best person to use a bow and arrow was the Phantom Joan of Arc, but compared to the nightingale in front of him, it could only be said that one showed pure violence, and the other was a ghostly skill.

The Nightingale's day-by-day bow is human-high, in an "X" shape, and equipped with two crossed bowstrings, which is not something that ordinary people can do if they want to pull it apart.

The nightingale pulled out four steel arrows from the quiver, and inserted them directly into the green brick ground beside him, just like inserting them into tofu, unstoppable.

"You just stand there, I'll release four arrows, if you don't die, anything will do." The nightingale tried to pull the bowstring.

"Is it okay to be one of my teammates?" Zhang Lan emphasized.

"Can you be your wife, play?" Nightingale pear vortex smiled.

"Brother, don't! A nightingale at this distance, even a four-legged tank can shoot through it, and no one can catch it! Brother Xin has a good conscience, and specially reminded him.

"I want to try." Zhang Lan let go of Brother Xin, and the veteran ruffian ran to the side, hid behind a stone platform, and watched with a group of soldiers from the greedy wolf camp.

"Boy, if you die, I'll collect your body and give you a seven-percent discount!" Brother Xin did not forget to buy and sell until this moment.

"I'm going to die, just don't toss my corpse." Zhang Lan replied sideways, it was just such an easy action, but the nightingale lifted the arrow and fired it in an instant, and the whole process was completed in only 0.2 seconds.

The arrow feathers were as steady as a guided missile, and they flew towards Zhang Lan's head with a whizz!

Zhang Lan seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and to the side, the arrow feathers almost touched the tips of his hair, and with a bang, a big tree behind Zhang Lan that was hugged by two people was interrupted, and sawdust was splashed everywhere, and several soldiers who were hiding behind the tree to watch the battle were even shocked by the shock wave and flew out.

The power contained in that arrow feather exceeded the power of ordinary howitzers, and it was purely the raw impact given by the bowstring.

"That's good! What are you going to do......" Zhang Lan still wanted to continue to praise, but the violent tinnitus made him have a splitting headache, and it was the wind pressure that had just deafened half of Zhang Lan's eardrum, and his sense of balance was lost instantly.

"That's good! The reaction was quick, but it didn't work. ”

The nightingale wound the arrow, turned around 360 degrees on the spot and made an arrow, the arrow feather was actually close to the ground in a serpentine flight way, not to mention that Zhang Lan's eardrum was damaged and had no sense of balance, even if it was intact, it was almost impossible to capture its trajectory.

With only 10 meters between the two, the Nightingale's arrow takes only 0.5 seconds from firing to hitting. This is a normal person's blink of an eye, and it is impossible for anyone to catch up with this kind of reaction speed, at least not in a place like the Greedy Wolf Camp, where horse pawns are concentrated.

But Zhang Lan is not a pawn!

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

When his ears did not recover, Zhang Lan pulled out his gun and fired three shots at the ground in front of him, and the bursting bomb exploded a shallow crater with a diameter of 30 cm, and changed the flight trajectory of the nightingale's arrow feathers with air waves, and directly inserted it into the blue brick ground next to Zhang Lan, the kind that couldn't be pulled out.

0.5 seconds! Inspire 3 shots!

Zhang Lan's fingertip reflex nerves were as fast as lightning, and the strength she displayed made the nightingale's eyes widen.

"Holy? Neither arrow died?! Come on, come on! Place your bets, bet your bets! Which arrow will this kid die! Buy and go! Only 30 seconds! Night sister waits for me for 30 seconds! ”

Brother Xin hurried to open the plate, and the soldiers on the side also flocked to pay for the bets, not to mention how lively the scene was.

"Your name, Zhang Lan?" Nightingale carried the Sunbow and now wrote down the name, "Saved Elion's boy?" ”

"Yes, but I'd prefer you to call me sir." Zhang Lan is bound to win this team member.

"My last commander, I shot you to death, are you sure you want to be my head?" The nightingale became interested in Zhang Lan.

"The rider who can't control his own horse deserves to die, in this world of black clouds, people can only rely on two things, either fists or brains, very coincidentally, I have both." Zhang Lan patted her head, and her ears recovered.

"The man who harnesses me? Haven't you been born yet, have you? The nightingale pulled the bow again, and the sharp shoulders were aimed at Zhang Lan's smiling face.