Inside the white wind outlet, the main array mountain pack.

The restless battlefield had long since fallen silent, and the strong smell of blood rose and fell in the night wind, still lingering.

The soldiers of the Yanmen Army were cleaning the battlefield, looking into the distance from the main formation of Shanbao, and the little torches shaking in the mountain bag col spread far away, just intersecting with the galaxy.

Zhao Ning took off his torn armor, sat in front of the severed banner of the Beihu Army, looked at the long river of fire points extending out under his feet, and rested quietly.

After today's battle, there is hardly a piece of good skin on his arms and legs, and the bones on his body are not known how many are broken, but fortunately, there is ten thousand silk armor to protect the torso, so there is no fatal injury.

Otherwise, his corpse would have been unknown for a long time, and it would have been cold in that dark corner.

Although he had already taken the pill and his injuries were no longer serious, Zhao Ning didn't even want to move his fingers now.

Zhao Xun was carried down.

It was not a corpse that was carried down, but a large living person. Zhao Ning gave him a bottle of "Bihai Chaosheng" given by Zhao Qiyue, and although he was extremely weak when he was carried away, his life had been saved.

Zhao Beiwang and Wang Rouhua continued to fight with a large army, and now the senior generals of the Yanmen Army in Baifengkou, Zhao Ning is the highest status.

At present, although he himself does not have to move, he also has the responsibility of directing various units to clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded.

Bloody battle, almost alive, now, this war ended with a great victory for the Yanmen army, the memories of the past and present lives are entangled together, and Zhao Ning, who has completely relaxed, has his thoughts drifting far away.

I don't know how long it took, and the refreshing aroma broke into the perception.

Zhao Ning came back to his senses, followed the fragrance and turned his head to look, and saw that in front of a big tree that had been scourged by the scuffle, only the trunk was left, someone was setting up a fire and grilling a fat sheep.

After fighting for a long time, Zhao Ning was already hungry, and he didn't pay much attention to his stomach because of the pain of the wound and his thoughts, but now he smelled the aroma of barbecue, and the pores all over his body seemed to open his greedy mouth.

It was Yang Jiani who roasted the mutton, she also took off her armor, and was wearing a light ink shirt now, Qingsi tied a ponytail at random and tied it behind her head, and her expression was focused when she was roasting, and she couldn't even take her eyes off when she wiped her saliva with her sleeves.

During the previous bloody battle, Yang Jiani was seriously injured and retreated halfway, but now a long time has passed, she has taken the pill, and her breath is almost complete, although her face is still a little pale at this time, but her breath is stable.

In fact, the breath is not stable, staring at the appearance of the burnt mutton, the breathing has obviously increased, it seems that I can't wait to swallow the whole sheep quickly, I can hold back, it is estimated that it took a lot of effort.

The smell of blood on the battlefield has never dissipated, and in the long valley, from time to time, there are still Yanmen troops mending knives to the Beihu army that are not dead, and sporadic cries sound from time to time.

More corpses of the two armies, piled up on hills, dimly lit by torches, were about to be buried. The armor soldiers who walked everywhere were always stuck to the red mud under their feet, and from time to time they would step on a few pieces of minced meat.

Dawn was approaching, and in the depths of the distant mountains, the crows could be faintly heard, not loud but tirelessly ringing, waiting for the crowd to disperse and fly over to eat some severed limbs.

The wind is cool in the early hours of autumn, and the battlefield for the rest of the battle is cold.

The small bonfire nearby, the burnt roast sheep, has become the center of the dark night that is cold and well-understood, and the only existence that exudes a faint warmth.

Thin and full-bodied.

The slight crackling of the burning wood stained the pale face in front of the fire, and the sparks disintegrated, and a few swirled and floated, dissipating before they sank into the light flying green silk.

The world can be big, and sometimes it's small.

All the blood, all the cruelty, all the life and death, all the fighting, as a wine bag was thrown into the arms, began to go away, becoming a hazy ink painting on the horizon that seemed to be real and illusory, not so important.

This world, where the darkest and most cruel things in the world have happened, suddenly has a little more heroic and heroic poetry when a sip of soju passes through the heart.

At this moment, Zhao Ning also wanted to emulate his ancestors, reclining on the ground, holding up the wine bag, and saying, "Don't laugh when you are drunk and lying on the battlefield, and a few people will come back to fight in ancient times."

After drinking half a bag of wine, Zhao Ning wiped his mouth and said to Yang Jiani, who was also using wine to relieve her hunger: "Thank you for saving me before." ”

In all fairness, he never thought that Yang Jiani would use self-sacrifice skills to save him.

Although the two were fighting side by side, according to the situation at that time, Yang Jiani was very likely to die when she knocked over those few Yuan Shen Realm masters.

Yang Jiani took the time to glance at Zhao Ning, still the same wooden and dumb look, so she looked a little indifferent, her voice was not turbulent, full of reason: "You still owe me a few roast sheep that I haven't eaten." ”

This answer surprised Zhao Ning.

But after getting along with Yang Jiani for a while, they know each other a little bit, so this answer is reasonable.

Because she hasn't paid off Zhao Ning's food favor, she hasn't beaten Zhao Ning yet, but she has her own wish, so she can't let Zhao Ning die like this.

In the pure world where her grievances and grievances are clear, owing this favor and leaving this evil breath will make her uneasy and uncomfortable for the rest of her life, and even affect her future cultivation and progress.

For this, she did not hesitate to sacrifice her life.

Obviously, the trade-off between life and death and the trade-off of interests are never the first things she will consider when looking at problems.

She has always been a very principled person.

Before setting out on the expedition, she said that if Zhao Ning died, she would take Zhao Ning's body back to Yanmen Pass. In other words, if she was the one who died in the battle, it would only be a replacement for a horse leather shroud.

Zhao Ning shook his head and said, "This time it's not a matter of owing a few sheep, you saved my life." ”

Yang Jiani raised her head, although she had a sickly paleness, her color of the city had not diminished at all, but there was a lot of soft and beautiful face in addition to her heroic spirit, full of strange and large and small, it seemed that Zhao Ning's words were very unreasonable.

She said: "There are people dying on the battlefield all the time, and in order to achieve the final victory in the war, someone must continue to move forward. ”

Zhao Ning opened his mouth, and he found that even though he had adapted to Yang Jiani's temperament, he still couldn't keep up with the other party's brain circuits at any time, and her way of seeing problems was obviously different from ordinary people.

Yang Jiani's words are very simple, but the meaning is clear to Zhao Ning.

No one on the battlefield has a great life-saving grace for anyone, because all the warriors' heads are tied to the same belt. Everyone is fighting for victory, and if they lose, everyone has to die.

Only by winning can many people live.

Whether it is saving people or stepping on the corpses of comrades, it is the proper meaning of life and death in the same boat.

If there is anyone who saves whose life, it is that all the comrades who fought side by side are each other's life-savers, and those who die in battle are especially kind to the survivors.

Because they are risking their lives so that the latter can continue to fight.

For Yang Jiani, Zhao Ning is alive and can play a greater role in the battle than her, and has more possibilities to lead the soldiers to victory, so she does not hesitate when she needs to sacrifice her life to rescue Zhao Ning.

Zhao Ning decided not to argue with Yang Jiani about this issue, although he understood what Yang Jiani meant, and felt that the other party's idea was very reasonable, but after all, he was the one who was saved.

If he really wants to ignore Yang Jiani's love of sacrificing his life to save her, he can't do it.

When the two sat opposite each other, gnawing on the leg of mutton across a small bonfire, Yang Jiani suddenly said: "I calculated, I probably only owe you two sheep, and you don't have much time." ”

Zhao Ning pursed his lips and disagreed: "If you want to talk to you, you can greet you at any time." ”

is also in the middle stage of the Yuan Shen Realm, and he is not scared of Yang Jiani at all now, if he really wants to fight, most likely Yang Jiani was beaten down. No, it was definitely Yang Jiani who was beaten down!

Unexpectedly, Yang Jiani took a pair of big shiny eyes, looked at him without blinking, and said, "I'm almost eighteen years old." ”

Zhao Ning suddenly chuckled in his heart, what did this headless sentence mean, he reacted at the first time, "You have to go to the late stage of the Yuan Shen Realm?!"

Yang Jiani stretched out a finger stained with oil and water, and the old god was saying, "It's only a line." ”

Zhao Ning only felt that his scalp was numb.

War is indeed very good at honing people, and the effect of sharpening a practitioner's cultivation is especially good, especially when a practitioner participates in a great war for the first time.

In this sense, it is not inconceivable that Yang Jiani, who was already in the middle of the Yuan Shen Realm before the war, rose to another realm after the war. Today, there are countless cultivators in the Yanmen army who have broken the mirror.

But at the age of eighteen, he is in the late stage of the Yuan Shen Realm, and this realm level is very terrifying. If you can reach the early stage of the King Extreme Realm before the age of twenty, then this life must be the late stage of the King Extreme Realm.

Today, as far as Zhao Ning knows, only Tianyuan Khan alone has reached the realm of the king before the age of twenty.

The delicious and tender mutton in his mouth suddenly became tasteless, and he swallowed it with difficulty, Zhao Ning's eyes fluttered, and he pretended to be calm and said:

"Why don't we take care of the roast sheep and fight in advance? Or when you get to the later stage, you can suppress a realm to practice with me?

Zhao Ning felt that his words were very convincing.

After all, Yang Jiani is a reasonable person.

But he was wrong.

I saw Yang Jiani shake her head very seriously, and said seriously: "After these few days of fighting, I found that if the two of us are in the same realm, I have no chance of winning at all." So I'm going to use the realm of the late stage of the Yuan Shen Realm to fight against you. ”

This is what it means to insist on beating Zhao Ning, and he has done whatever it takes to do so.

When Zhao Ning heard this, he was so angry that he just wanted to drop the leg of mutton in his hand.

What is very principled?

What makes sense?

Tell me a fart principle!

Zhao Ning was depressed and just wanted to burst into foul language, it was really difficult for villains and women to raise......

Seeing Zhao Ning's teeth clenched, his face darkened and he didn't speak, a touch of cunning flashed in Yang Jiani's clear eyes. Clearing her throat, she said seriously:

"Your combat skills are very strong, I admire and envy you, when we are done, I still want to ask you for a lesson or two, are you willing to teach me?"

Zhao Ning's face immediately turned black like the bottom of a pot, which was like a strong man using absolute strength to beat a child, and then asked the child to teach him the skills of fighting.

Is there such a thing in the world?

Yang Jiani did not urge Zhao Ning to agree, but quickly buried her head and continued to fight against the leg of mutton.

The moment he lowered his head, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, outlining a faint mischievous smile.