"God Killing" Zhang Yue was touching the back of his neck at the moment and sat up from the bed blankly.

"Brother Yue, don't move, don't move, you're sick!" When a small, honest-faced soldier woke up, he brought a bowl of potion stewed on the stove and told him to drink it.

Zhang Yue was puzzled: "What's wrong with me?" ”

While he was drinking the medicine, Xiao Bing explained: "The enemy is coming, the brothers have set up a good formation according to your orders, Brother Yue, you are sick, don't worry about the things outside, in my opinion, we still have a big chance of winning!" ”

"When did I get sick...... What's the disease......" Zhang Yue blankly handed the bowl to the little soldier.

"It's okay to suddenly fall into a coma." The creep sets the bowl aside.

"Suddenly...... Coma? ”

Zhang Yue's eyes darkened, and he fell back into the pillow.

Xiao Bing blew his hand knife, glanced at the red back of Zhang Yue's neck, and stuck out his tongue embarrassedly: "Brother Yue, Mo is strange!" ”

The soldier got up and walked out of the house, climbed up to the roof and set up a tent to look at the battle circle from afar, and thought to himself: "If I were here, the battle would have ended a long time ago!" What's the use of Shen Mao's weak chicken, what's the use, even he was sent to the front, why did you let me guard Zhang Yue here! On martial arts than strength, I Chen Fei ......"

It was the short soldier who beat Shen Mao all over the ground that day.

The distance was too far, Chen Fei couldn't see the battle situation, sighed, and sat on the roof.

said that he was going to be reused by the prince, but in the first battle, he didn't send himself to fight. Chen Fei sighed again.

beat Shen Mao last time, although that kid really deserved to be beaten, and he had a clear conscience, but he did break discipline. Just when I was a little worried, I heard that the prince had done exactly the same thing as himself......

Since then, everyone has been joking, saying that he will be the henchman of the prince from now on and will be entrusted with important tasks.

Thinking like this, Chen Fei's mood was a little lower. When you beat Shen Mao, where did you want to shoot the world's ass? It's really just for the moon girl.

The girl was born pretty, lively and lovely, and was good to everyone, and never looked down on these low-level brothers. She's got the ability to think of something like a firebolt - and she really got it! Who doesn't like such a girl? Of course, it's not that Shizi likes her......

Chen Fei's face flushed. Forget it, just pat the sycophant, it's better than asking people to find out that they came out just to save the moon......

But why did the prince personally name Zhang Yue and guard Zhang Yue by himself? Could it be that he found out? But......

Chen Fei's head became a mess.

In fact, there is no complicated internal situation, just because one day Bang Yue said to Shao Ge seriously: "I don't know why, when I hear the names Zhang Yue and Chen Fei, two very powerful generals always pop up in my mind." ”

Shaoge also wanted to know why.

……

Shen Mao once again stretched out his bow and arrows. Twenty or so arrows were fired in a row, and the calluses on his palms could no longer stop the hot pain from burrowing into the flesh, and he blew the red marks between the palm and fingers on his right hand.

Inadvertently, the thin thorns on the rough wooden bow and the unpolished wooden arrow pierced both hands. Shen Mao rubbed his hand on his body casually, rubbed off the wooden thorns floating on the surface of his skin, some of them were broken and half stuck in the flesh, he didn't care, he pulled out another arrow with his backhand, and shot it diagonally upwards with all his strength.

At this time, he felt an inexplicable hearty pleasure in his heart.

No matter how powerful the firecracker is, it won't be useful at such a time, right? Can you slap the ass of the person in front of you? Or can you shoot birds in the sky?

Unlike the bow and arrow in his hand, he can go over the head of the brother in the front row, cut a perfect arc in the air, and then plunge into the heart of the enemy on the opposite side!

Amazing firebolts? Hmph, what's the big deal!

After shooting a few more arrows, Shen Mao touched the air with his backhand - the arrows ran out. At the same time, an inexplicable impact came from the front.

Shen Mao naturally raised his arms horizontally, blocking the back of the brother in front of him, and at the same time, a steady push came from his back—it was the person behind him who did the same.

The former army crashed!

Shen Mao was about to throw down the bow and pull out the knife at his waist when he heard a "chirp", and saw the person on the left kneeling softly with his throat covered, making a "ho-ho" sound in his mouth, trying to raise his hand to pull out the arrow inserted in his throat, but he was unsuccessful.

"Zheng Daqiu!" Shen Mao's eyes were red and he roared lowly, forgetting that this person had embarrassed himself on the day of the test of the fire gun.

Seeing that Zheng Daqiu, who fell to the ground, would be ruthlessly run over by the military array, Shen Mao quickly bent down, grabbed the remaining five arrows in the arrow basket behind Zheng Daqiu's back, and then dodged back to his original position.

He shot these five arrows viciously into the opposite military formation for Zheng Daqiu, and when the last arrow was shot, the wooden bow in his hand made a crisp sound, and it broke from it, and there was a sharp pain in Shen Mao's right hand, and when he looked down, he saw that the red marks between the fingers of his palm had turned into a cut wound, and large blood beads were dripping down.

Shen Mao snorted coldly, threw down his bow, and drew the knife at his waist. This is a short knife only the length of a forearm, the handle is tightly tied with red silk thread, and it also has a tassel, which was woven for him by his sister Shen Wei before she got married. Shen Mao gripped the hilt of the knife heavily, and although the pain pierced his heart, the bleeding stopped.

It was eerily quiet all around, everyone pursed their lips, pressing forward step by step, waiting for the front line to collapse - their own or the enemy.

The war is tragic. But in fact, after a battle, if it is not a war of annihilation or a great rout, the vast majority of people will not even see the appearance of the enemy, unless they fight against the water, otherwise as long as the enemy's front collapses, the winner or loser is a point, and the losing side will immediately begin to retreat.

For example, at this time, if the shield soldiers on your front line collapsed, the commander would definitely order a retreat, in this case, an archer like Shen Mao, that is, shot many arrows into the air, and there was not much difference between training on weekdays.

In war, the power of one person is too small. No matter how powerful a person is, it is impossible to change the tide of the battle by himself. Shen Mao thinks so.

Therefore, even though he was extremely angry at the death of his comrade-in-arms Zheng Daqiu, he did not have the idea of rushing forward to defeat ten thousand, but silently followed the large army, advancing or retreating.

Suddenly, compressed on top of the military formation, the dense and thick air pressure suddenly relaxed!

Out of the corner of everyone's eyes, they caught a glimpse of the red flag in the front army being erected in the wind!

The enemy line is broken!

The crowd began to surge, at first, just from a steady small step to a big stride, soon, the front row of people began to run and sprint, the back row can only trot for the time being, but everyone has been eager to try, ready to wait for the person in front of them to accelerate.

Chasing down poor people and beating water dogs, no one doesn't like to do it.