There is an indispensable foundation for the survival and maintenance of friendship. Li Wenxiang also thinks so. There is a big difference between the appearance of the spider demon and the dark human, and under normal circumstances, it is impossible for the two sides to have a special affection that is beyond the allies. In fact, even among werewolves, there are many voices within the dark humans who do not approve of it. However, the Dark Council used its power and strength to integrate all the races that could not be unified in appearance and gathered them under the banner of the dark world. Even if there is occasional friction between different races, it will not affect this alliance that specializes in the Human Empire as the primary enemy.

Li Wenxiang has never liked that knight. The reason why I regard it as a friend is entirely out of consideration for some special circumstances. For example, you may need help when you are in trouble, or you may be receiving extra support for something. In short, spider demons don't have human faces, and judging by their appearance, no one knows their joys, sorrows, and sorrows. With this layer of natural camouflage, Li Wenxiang could drink with the knight with anger on his face. Anyway, it can't see it, and Lao Tzu can do whatever he wants.

The rest is much easier.

Cut off the knight's head and follow the coordinates sent from the telecom, and find Rustmerces. It's as simple as that, and it's extremely natural.

It felt bad to be surrounded by a large group of dark warriors, and this was what made Li Wenxiang feel the most angry. The Dark World is hierarchical, and it is unforgivable for these damn low-ranking warriors to besiege a noble baron.

"I'm going to kill you all! Kill them all! ”

The enraged leader of the spider demon is indeed prohibitively powerful. It rushed left and right in the encirclement, using its hard and sharp forelimbs as arrows, and frantically rushed in the direction of the densest crowd. With each impact, a dozen or so Dark Warriors were caught off guard or slashed off by their forelimbs that slashed back and forth like a scythe. There was blood everywhere on the ground, and Li Wenxiang's heavy body was unceremoniously crushed directly from the deceased's body, leaving rotten flesh and bones all over the place, as well as internal organs that were dragged everywhere.

It knew that the Dark Knights would never let go of themselves, and Li Wenxiang would not let go of the fat that was in his mouth. But it never imagined that the fierce battle in Konoha Town would actually fall silent in just a few minutes, and both werewolves and dark humans retreated and pursued at the first time. They quickly caught up, and as more and more dark creatures stood in front of him, Li Wenxiang also felt more and more irritable and crazy.

It protruded a dozen spikes from the inside of its thick carapace, severing the head of every Dark Knight it had killed itself, sticking it at the highest point of the spike. This kind of cruel and barbaric practice has always been the most publicized method in the dark world, specially used to show off war exploits.

"Keep your dog's eyes open and take a good look, your master was killed by Lao Tzu, if you don't want to die, just come here, I will slaughter you one by one." Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way--"

No matter how much you roar, it doesn't translate into unimaginable strength, and it quickly consumes physical energy. There were so many dark creatures gathered around, there were thousands, and many more dark warriors were catching up from behind. Within Li Wenxiang's line of sight alone, there were more than thirty Dark Knights.

Instead of fighting the Spider Demon Leader, they picked up the weapons in their hands and threw them at Li Wenxiang and his men. This despicable practice almost didn't make Li Wenxiang angry to death. It's tough, but it's just a person. Although the number of spider demons under his command is large, and his overall strength is far stronger than that of other dark creatures, he only stays at the warrior class. No matter how hard and heavy the carapace is, it can't withstand as many as a thousand attacks. Just half a minute ago, the last of Li Wenxiang's followers was struck in the eye with an axe, and a dozen dark warriors and werewolves swarmed up, cutting off its forelimbs dancing back and forth at the cost of their lives and serious injuries, shoved a sharp spear into its stomach, and fired a shot into its blood-spewed, fang-covered mouth.

Li Wenxiang had no fatal injuries on his body, but he was filled with dozens of war knives and axes, large and small, as well as a few trembling spears. Weapons such as crossbow arrows have no effect on it, and Li Wenxiang himself knows very well: if it weren't for the scruples of being tied to his chest with spider silk, these dark knights would have killed them a long time ago, and they would not have been just slightly injured.

Dense footsteps could be heard in the distance, which meant that there were more Dark Knights catching up. They are not small, and they all have hundreds or even hundreds of followers. With such a huge number, not to mention a mere baron, I am afraid that even the powerful Earl of Darkness will find it tricky.

At this moment, Li Wenxiang quickly made a decision in his heart.

"Stop it!"

It no longer moved, but raised its upper body and stopped in a fighting position. Although the upper body of a dark warrior was still hanging from his forelimbs, and his intestines and internal organs were dragged to the ground, Li Wenxiang felt that he should have such a prop in his hand that was specially used as a scare.

Its roar was loud, like thunder.

The besieging creatures of darkness stood still, their weapons gripping tighter. They kept adjusting their breathing, and the seriously wounded were quickly replaced, and the front soon turned into a wall of strong and uninjured soldiers, like thick fences, trapping Li Wenxiang's group in the middle.

"Whoosh--"

A whistling swept through the air, and Li Wenxiang suddenly felt a tightness behind his body, followed by an indescribable sense of blockage. Its three pairs of compound eyes widened suddenly, and it turned around in annoyance, and when its gaze made contact with the tail of its body, the leader of the spider demon also roared in anger.

It has a heavy throwing gun stuck in its butt. The thing must have been thrown from a short distance, with great force and deep insertion, and the end of the metal casting was still shaking, emitting an extremely strong amplitude.

Gray Tooth appeared in Li Wenxiang's field of vision with hundreds of werewolves. It was a muscular black wolf with a long protruding snout and sharp fangs poking out of its mouth. Graytooth always had a throwing gun in his hand, but now he didn't hold anything. But it doesn't matter, it always has a few servants with it, and those werewolves are the best weapon carriers, ready to hand over the throwing guns at any time.

"Filthy and despicable spider demon, you have dishonored the title of baron. What does it feel like to throw a gun? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu will order now, and insert your **** alive into a hedgehog all the time? ”

Grayfang stood still a dozen meters away, its roar low and majestic, its voice more like the roar of a wild beast. Under its leadership, all the werewolves let out a wild howl. They turned their backs to the sky, roared deafeningly, and then raised their arms one after another, aiming the sharp tips of their spears at Li Wenxiang.

The spear is the most distinctive weapon of the werewolf tribe, and although the lion and tiger tribes are also equipped, they are far less sophisticated than the werewolves in terms of craftsmanship and majesty. In particular, the heavy throwing gun that can increase the range and explode, is as powerful as a human long-range artillery.

Li Wenxiang knew that Gray Tooth was bluffing. Although this young werewolf has the support of the clan, the heavy throwing spear is complicated, and the raw materials are scarce, even the gray tooth himself cannot have too much. Combined with the consumption of night battles, it would be nice to have two or three in stock now.

As for the throwing guns in the hands of other werewolves, they are all ordinary models. Even if launched at such a distance, it is difficult to penetrate the hard and heavy carapace on the surface of Li Wenxiang's body.

Having said that, Li Wenxiang didn't dare to try.

The carapace does not cover the whole body, and for the body to move and bend, there must be soft junctions. For spiders, these positions are fatal. What's more, as many as hundreds of throwing guns are thrown at the same time, even if they cannot penetrate the carapace, it is easy to cause the carapace to crack due to impact.

That's right, Lao Tzu does need a mating partner. However, if you put your life on the line for a woman, it's not worth it.

Thinking of this, the Spider Demon Leader involuntarily took a step back, but there was still a fierce light in his eyes.

The Dark Knight Pmisson walked out of the crowd, stood in front, and angrily pointed at Li Wenxiang and roared: "You fat and despicable spider, let Lacemesses go." ”

"It can't be!"

Li Wenxiang raised his sharp forelimbs like knives, gently rested them on Racemeress's neck, and spun around in place so that everyone could see his movements. It looked at Pemitson with its cunning little eyes, refusing to budge: "It's mine." According to the rules of the dark world, the strong have the primary right to mate. You're just knights, and I'm a baron. ”

Werewolf Greyfang was enraged again by this statement. Ignoring it, it threw out the throwing gun in its hand, and landed accurately on a soft carapace junction at Li Wenxiang's tail. The intense pain stimulated the leader of the spider demons, it erupted into an earth-shattering roar, its muscles trembled, and the terrifying power began to gather inside its huge body, but it did not make any further actual movements, just endured the pain, and refused to let go of Rustes.

"Don't force me to use a heavy throwing gun."

Werewolf Greytooth looks impatient. Its gaze became particularly hideous: "Of course we know the primary mating right. But a baron is nothing, as long as you are killed, the mating right is ours. ”

Holding the large-caliber single-shot gun in his hand, Pmisson took a few steps forward, with the same resolute attitude: "There are thousands of us, you can't be our opponent." For the sake of fellow Dark World allies, drop Larthmerses, and I promise you'll get out of here safely. Stop haggling, this is your last chance. ”

After a few seconds of silence, the leader of the spider demon suddenly laughed wildly.

"Do you think I'm the kind of fool who can be coaxed with a few words? The importance of this woman is self-evident. With it, we can talk about bloodline reproduction. Nowadays, almost all females are controlled by large families, and it is very rare to have such a high-class color with both a face and a body. Why should Lao Tzu give it to you? ”

As he spoke, Li Wenxiang turned around, stared at the werewolf gray tooth fiercely, and roared viciously: "Damn wolf cub, come on!" If you kind of stab me to death, don't just stand there and spit. ”

Without waiting for Gray Tooth to answer, the leader of the spider demon turned his head and glanced at the dark knight Plumson with anger on his face: "And you, and others, let's go together!" Let's see if the gun in your hand is faster, or Lao Tzu's knife is faster? Aren't you going to kill me? I'll finish this woman out before that. You won't get anything, Lao Tzu will at least have one female to accompany the burial. No matter how you look at it, Lao Tzu is much more cost-effective. ”

These words immediately aroused a strong outrage, all the dark creatures were roaring, the sound was like a landslide tsunami, that incomparably strong momentum made Li Wenxiang afraid, but he subconsciously tightened his forelimbs, and drew a thin red line on the snow-white neck of Lacemeress.

"Enough! Stop it! ”

Bemitson let out a series of high-pitched screams, slowly overpowering the roar. It lowered the muzzle of the gun in its hand and stared at the Spider Demon Leader with a cold gaze.

"I think we can sit down and have a good talk."

Hearing this, Li Wenxiang grinned, and his heart was finally put into practice. It knew that no one could see its expression, so it smiled uncontrollably, but it made itself look even more fierce and hideous.

"That's the smart choice."

The leader of the spider demon slowly let go of his forelimbs, and although he was full of vigilance, his tone became calm: "We should have a fairer approach to this matter. Pmitson, what you just said is very good, and we should really talk about it. ”

……

The town of Konoha is littered with corpses. There are dark creatures, and there are humans.

The inhabitants are tough, but not everyone is a warrior. The constant attacks of the dark creatures have caused a lot of casualties to the defenders. Although the armed civilians who were replenished were all armed with guns, they were unable to correctly grasp the direction and rhythm of the battle. They don't know how to cooperate with each other in battle, and they don't know how to take the initiative to take the attack for others when it matters most. Even civilians wielding heavy machine guns will be frightened by the darkness of the rampage, drop their weapons and turn to flee.

Death is inevitable, but the number of war dead is far greater than expected. By the end of the night, more than 2,000 human corpses had been added to the town of Konoha Town.

When the three nobles found Su Hao, he was rescuing the injured in the temporary hospital next to the team's station, and he was very busy.

Fighting doesn't just kill people, it also results in a lot of wounded.

Dark creatures usually prefer to use cold weapons, which are more compatible with their body structure. Almost all of the wounded had severed limbs or suffered extensive lacerations. It has been several hours since the retreat of the dark creatures, and Su Hao has received dozens of seriously injured people. With his medical skills, he could indeed perform sutures on these people's limbs. Of course, after healing, the mobility of the injured person's severed limb will definitely not be as good as before, but at least the simplest basic movements can be guaranteed, and not become a permanent cripple.

Su Hao didn't have time to do these things at all. The station of the twenty-second squad was too small to accommodate more people. At the behest of Kenson and Mo Xingkui, several nearby houses were vacated and turned into makeshift hospitals. As for the owners of those houses, they have been turned into corpses in the night battles.

Konoha Town has a large amount of materials in stock, and all kinds of medical equipment and medicines are not a problem. However, there is only one doctor here, Su Hao. He can only give priority to the treatment of the injured who are in extreme danger according to the actual situation. Two wooden tables are set up casually on an operating table, and there is a hospital bed next to it that can be moved at any time. When he buried his head in the operation, there were always people carrying other seriously injured people in, and Su Hao could only turn his head and look casually to decide whether the injured person would stay and wait for treatment, or carry him out directly.

"Give him a blood transfusion, 1,200 milliliters."

"Stop the bleeding, then give antibiotics intravenously."

"He had a broken leg and was taken out to anesthetize it, stop the bleeding, and then inject antibiotics in large doses."

"He's no longer good, take it out and throw it away."

Su Hao's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, constantly busy on both sides of the operating table and the workbench. Most of the mercenaries know some basic first aid knowledge, and despite their poor skills, they can still treat minor injuries and stitch them crookedly, but they can save their lives. Only those patients who are in the worst condition and have injured their internal organs will be carried into the room and operated on by Su Hao.

He tried his best to keep everyone alive, but he always had to give termination orders to those who couldn't be treated.

The dying people, who were judged to have no therapeutic value, were quickly carried away, and although many of them were still moaning, Su Hao could only harden his heart and ignore them.

A man with a spine carried in from the middle, Su Hao glanced at him, turned around and continued to operate on another person, and said without looking back: "Carry it out and throw it away, he is already hopeless." ”

When the dying man heard this sentence in a trance, he suddenly became anxious, suddenly opened his eyes, and shouted with all his last strength: "Doctor, I am not dead yet." You can't do that. ”

No one listens to these words. Here, Su Hao's words are absolutely authoritative and decisive. What's more, there is indeed no solution to such injuries, and it will only be a waste of time to continue to delay.

A young man with his intestines cut and his kidney ruptured was carried in. He was very weak, and he could clearly see that he was suffering from it. Su Hao glanced at him and shook his head calmly: "Carry it out, it can't be cured." ”

The person carrying the stretcher next to him couldn't help but interject: "Doctor, you said an hour ago that he was still saved." We saw that he was in real pain, so we carried him in again. ”

"That was an hour ago, and now his condition has deteriorated, and his vital signs have dropped to a minimum. No way, there are so many casualties who need immediate surgery that I can't take care of everyone. ”

As he spoke, Su Hao put down the hemostat in his hand, pulled out his pistol, shot the young man in a coma in the head, and then inserted the hot pistol back into the holster, and said calmly: "Now he is dead." Carry it away, throw it away, and replace it with another one. Hurry up. "Solution, if you continue to procrastinate, you will only waste time.

A young man with his intestines cut and his kidney ruptured was carried in. He was very weak, and he could clearly see that he was suffering from it. Su Hao glanced at him and shook his head calmly: "Carry it out, it can't be cured." ”

The person carrying the stretcher next to him couldn't help but interject: "Doctor, you said an hour ago that he was still saved." We saw that he was in real pain, so we carried him in again. ”

"That was an hour ago, and now his condition has deteriorated, and his vital signs have dropped to a minimum. No way, there are so many casualties who need immediate surgery that I can't take care of everyone. ”

As he spoke, Su Hao put down the hemostat in his hand, pulled out his pistol, shot the young man in a coma in the head, and then inserted the hot pistol back into the holster, and said calmly: "Now he is dead." Carry it away, throw it away, and replace it with another one. Hurry up. ”