A black shadow rose into the sky, and for a while, thousands of arrows shot out in unison, shooting countless bows and crossbows from the surrounding tents. A frightened crow fell to the ground with its wings fluttering, and had already been pierced with seven or eight arrows.

Bingluo was shocked into a cold sweat, it turned out that there were so many masters ambushed in the tents around here, thanks to his lack of will, otherwise, it would not be the crow that fell to the ground now, but himself.

Anping heard the movement, opened the corner of the tent and looked outside, then retracted his head. General Wu felt embarrassed because of his fuss, picked up the crow on the ground, raised his hand and threw it into the fire not far away, and turned to leave.

Bing Soul observed the nearby terrain, and no longer dared to act rashly, and reluctantly returned along the long road.

General Wu was still directing the soldiers to extinguish the fire, and Bingluo grabbed a handful of ash from the side and smeared it on his body, and quietly joined in.

General Wu turned to him and beckoned to him: "You, come here!" ”

Bingluo glanced left and right, and pointed at the tip of his nose suspiciously, and Wu Shen nodded.

Puzzled, he walked over, and the general asked him straight to the point, "Where have you been?" ”

Bing Lu thinks that as a small team leader of Sesame Big, the general will not recognize him, let alone pay attention to his whereabouts.

He chose to pretend to be stupid: "I didn't go anywhere." ”

"Didn't go anywhere?" The general circled around him: "You didn't go anywhere, so where did the vermilion paint on your sleeve come from?" ”

Bingluo looked down at his sleeves, and there were really two pieces of vermilion lacquer on them, fresh marks, which were quite eye-catching in the firelight.

He secretly thought to himself, when he was following him, he dodged all the way, he must have been contaminated in which tent, could it be that there was any way in this?

Bing Soul shook his head: "I don't know where this came from. ”

The general squinted his eyes suddenly, full of fierceness: "Have you been to the military aircraft battalion?" ”

Bingluo looked inexplicable: "Military Aircraft Battalion? Where is it? ”

General Wu's saber had been pulled out of his waist, and a cold light flashed in the air, resting on Bing Lu's neck, reflecting the raging flames: "I was just about to ask you?" What are you doing in the military aircraft battalion? There was no fire there. ”

Ice Spirit took two steps back in a panic, and stomped on a piece of tiles left by a shattered crockpot, slamming him into the skull of the foot. In a panic, he was in a hurry: "I really don't know what a military aircraft battalion is." It was just that I picked up a sealed and unopened jar, and it was still intact, and I was afraid of leaving any more hidden dangers, so I held it to find a place to stop and lost it far away. At that time, there were fires everywhere, and I didn't know where I went. ”

General Wu Shen stared at his eyes and couldn't see a little panic: "What you said is true?" ”

Ice Spirit nodded categorically.

"Huh! Then you were lucky enough to run back with all your beards and tails. General Wu's knife left Bingluo's neck, and he was still suspicious: "Then where did you throw the tung oil jar?" ”

Bingluo was searching his stomach and thinking about the wording, a surviving clay pot suddenly rolled down from the top of the tent, landed in the fire and exploded instantly, and in the position where the two of them were nearby, behind General Wu, there was a loud "pop", bringing terrifying flames.

Almost without hesitation, Bing Luo pounced on General Wu's body: "Be careful, my lord! ”

Both of them fell to the ground at the same time, and the shards flew over the shoulders of the ice spirit, carrying a string of blood beads.

Wu Shen got up from the ground and patted Bing Lu's shoulder: "The young man is good." ”

Bingluo's shoulder hurt, his brows didn't wrinkle, he was embarrassed to wipe a handful of blood on his shoulder, "hehe" smirked: "My hometown is in Henan, I have been helpless since I was a child, and I learned a little trick from a Shaolin monk." ”

"What's your name?"

Bingluo smiled: "My name is Han Gong, the leader of the thirteenth detachment." ”

General Wu nodded appreciatively: "This name sounds very pleasant, you go back and bandage it, and then tell your head to do things with me." ”

Bingluo was ecstatic, and became General Wu's bodyguard that night, running errands to send the letter guards to do chores, and doing everything. In the eyes of others, Bingluo is tantamount to a step to the sky, but Bingluo himself secretly regrets and complains of misery. Although he can obtain a lot of information in the army by approaching General Wu, his freedom is also restricted, and he is always under the noses of others, and the gains outweigh the losses.

General Wu Shen investigated the file of "Han Gong" and deliberately used "confidential information" to test him twice, but when he saw that he was not interested, he relaxed his vigilance.

When General Wu is not there, Bing Lu can chat quietly with the original guards. They are extremely disdainful of this new raw melon egg, and often sneer. And Bingluo also showed the humility and curiosity that a newcomer should have, and asked them all kinds of seemingly innocuous questions in a low voice.

When they learned that he didn't even know what the Divine Machine Camp was about, they laughed and boasted a lot, and Ice Spirit took this opportunity to determine that Baili Jiu was now imprisoned in the Divine Machine Camp, and no one could get close. On the day of the fire, a warning had just been written in vermilion paint around the Shenji Battalion, and he was lucky to be able to pick up a life in vain.

Next, the autumn rain and autumn cold began to invade the barracks, and the old guards cursed the ghost weather again and again, and then pushed all the drudgery of standing guard on the ice spirit, and they used all kinds of excuses, or forcefully, to change the guard shift with the ice spirit, and lazily squeezed into the tent to keep warm.

General Wu also had a cold, which was quite serious, so he sent him to run to the army doctor again and again. This is the treatment only of a general in the barracks, and this doctor disdains to treat ordinary soldiers.

These days, the disease spread, the generals are expensive, and they have sent the guards around them to come here to ask for the soup and medicine, so as to prevent the problem before it happens, the old doctor is very busy, and the manpower of decoction is not enough, Bingluo ran back and forth two or three times, and the medicine is still left there intact.

The old doctor was talking to someone, he was in a hurry, and his anger was naturally not smooth, and he was an eyesore to see anyone, pointing to a row of fires outside the tent, and said coldly: "Boil!" ”

Bingluo turned around helplessly, and heard the man behind him ask the doctor in a low voice: "The county lord said that the lord has been emotionally unstable for the past two days, should the dosage be added a little more?" ”

His heart suddenly lifted, and he slowed his pace and listened with his ears sideways.

The doctor was a little embarrassed: "Now the amount of medicine is too large, if you add more, I am afraid it will cause brain damage, and people will be stupid." Why don't I try to change the recipe? ”

Bing Luo's heart suddenly became angry, he knew who the "that" they were referring to, and he had also heard Wang Chao say that the Gu poison in the Ninth Master needed daily decoction to maintain, but he didn't expect An Ping to be so frustrated, repeatedly increasing the dosage, completely ignoring the safety of the Ninth Master.

The soldier's voice grew lower, and Bing Ling had to bow his head and leave the tent, unable to hear it again.

He squatted down, at the door of the tent, looking for a medicine pot, squatting down to fry the medicine, his eyes peeking in from the open curtain from time to time, and when he saw the soldier leaving, the doctor shook his head, pondered for a while, and began to grab the medicine again, wrapped it into a pack, and then shouted to the people below to fry it at the top of his voice. shouted twice, but no one answered, and the doctor became anxious and began to curse.

It's been a mess here for the past few days, and there is a serious shortage of manpower, and seeing that there is no one else in front of him, Bingluo turned his head and took the initiative to ask: "Why don't you fry me, it just so happens that I just boiled it here, and it will take a while." ”

The doctor looked him up and down, waved his hand, like a fly: "You are busy with you, you don't need this one." ”

and called another person by name.

After the tea, a young man ran over while wiping his sweat, explaining that he was going to deliver medicine to Hou Ye, and the old doctor reprimanded him for being slow with his hands and feet, and he was lazy.

After listening to the reprimand, the young man took the medicine, turned around and walked out of the tent, muttering unhappily: "The stove is gone, where can I fry it?" Then he poured the herbs into the empty jar, refilled the water, and did not look at it.

Seeing that the young man was not paying attention, Bingluo took down a medicine jar next to his hand: "This is good." ”

The young man saw the vacant seat and came over to squeeze Bing Luo aside: "Let let, let let go." He confidently placed the medicine pot on top of it, and then took the casserole away and strained the medicinal juice.

Bingluo looked left and right and no one was paying attention, took out most of the herbs in the medicine jar on the stove while it was not hot, and mixed some of the medicine from the ginseng into it.

I hope that these medicines will not eat bad Jiu Ye's stomach, Bing Luo secretly prayed, besides, it is better to eat a bad stomach than to eat a bad brain. Fearing to arouse suspicion, he packed the herbs he had fished out with his sleeve, and when he returned, he found a corner where no one was and threw them away.

The next day, he was still running there diligently. He worked all night on duty for others, soaked through, and came here to hold the stove for warmth under the pretext of decoction.

He leaned in to the man from yesterday, and the young man waved at him like a fly: "Stay away from me, these medicines can't go wrong." ”

He looked embarrassed: "Wu Shen will urge him there, if it's late, he will have to be boarded, and it will be convenient." ”

After saying that, he secretly stuffed ten copper plates to that guy.

The soldiers were bitter, and there were a lot of ten copper plates, and the young man suddenly smiled, pointing to the position: "You can pour it out if you see which one is good, but the one on the far right must not move." ”

Bingluo responded, diligently helping him filter out the medicine and take care of the medicine on the stove.

The young man was turned around by the old doctor, and Bingluo still saw the opportunity and did something in the medicine.

He secretly rejoiced, thanks to the fact that he had just changed the prescription, and the old doctor was too busy to check, and the other party should not easily notice it. I also hope that Baili Jiu will not show his feet. Otherwise, with such an obvious action of his own, the young man would definitely suspect himself.

If such a thing is done again and again, it is only a matter of time before it is exposed, but he can't help but do it, if Bailijiu can come to his senses, even if he is discovered, it will be worth it.