The war was over for the time being, and Wen Chuanting and the bald man were carried back to the camp, and the two of them were lying on the ground covered with only a layer of hay, which was also the bed of the cannon fodder battalion, oh, and the bed of the wounded and sick of the cannon fodder battalion.

The wound was only slightly cleaned, there was no medicine, no formal treatment. Neither of them paid too much attention to the casualties of the eight masters who besieged them. For life and death, they chose to be indifferent.

Wen Chuanting quietly stared at the bald head, and the bald man, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, keenly felt Wen Chuanting's gaze, and turned back with a smile.

"I've been watching you since you first survived the battlefield. The bald man seemed to understand the reason for Chuan Ting's gaze, and explained softly. "You've made a lot of progress, at first I just thought you were lucky to survive, many people are like this, the first time you survived, but the second time, the third time you lost your life on the battlefield. Only you, who have been lucky, have survived until now, from being often injured at the beginning, to occasionally being injured, or even not being injured. The bald man smiled back. "Sometimes I envy your luck, but I know in my heart that you didn't survive by hard luck, and people will not be taken care of by the gods every time, nor will they be lucky every time. It is your strength, your ability, that makes you lucky to survive every time from the battlefield. ”

"Of course, it is precisely because of your ability, in the entire battlefield that is concerned by the strong, you are lucky to survive because of your ability, and because of your ability, you are hit hard, just like this time. The bald man shook his shoulders in exchange for the pain of his teeth, and his brows were tightly wrung together. "You're not as lucky as you are this time every time, ten people this time, maybe twenty next time. ”

The bald head is not alarmist, and he also understands that this time it was the bald head who led people to intercept the other party, and he failed to stop all the other party at a great price, if it wasn't for the two sides to withdraw their troops, maybe the people who participated in the siege would have stayed on the battlefield, even including them.

Q Chuan listened quietly, waiting for the other party to continue the topic.

"I pay attention to you, also because of your ability, your lethality, as long as you are on the battlefield, the enemy will fall in pieces, and the pressure on our cannon fodder battalion will be reduced. It is because of you that more of us can survive. The bald man smiled helplessly at the silence of Wen Chuanting, but what he thought in his heart was: "My smile on this day is more than the smile I have in the past year." ”

"They appreciate you, and of course, so do I. The bald man didn't seem to see the silence of Wen Chuanting, and still said unhurriedly. "I've learned a lot from you," he said with a raised brow, and the bald man felt a little proud, "I've learned the art of killing enemies! I believe that many people who have survived a hundred battles will be able to learn something." These things on the battlefield give us a great chance to save our lives, survive, and maybe wait until the end of the war. ”

He never thought that there was such a group of people in the cannon fodder camp who still held the hope of survival, but he had never paid attention to them, and among the people who thought they were numb in their hearts, there were still people who were struggling, struggling, and learning all the skills that could save their lives.

"They have learned things from themselves, and maybe these things that they have learned are the fundamental reason why their lives can be saved. At this moment, he had respect from the bottom of his heart for those who gave their lives to save him.

"We are grateful to you and hope you live. The bald man's words proved Wen Chuanting's conjecture on the other hand. "We need you to live. ”

The bald man's words moved him a little, and the sincerity revealed in his eyes couldn't be faked.

"Only when you live can we have hope, and when you live, we can learn more. The bald words instantly moved Wen Chuanting's heart to disappear, which made him feel like he was being used.

"What do I have to give?" asked Chuan Chuan coldly.

The bald man was stunned, he didn't understand what to ask Chuanting asked The softened face was instantly serious, and the first thing he said was so cold.

Two soldiers carried large wooden barrels into the tent, diluting the solemn atmosphere, and the eyes of the wounded, who were quietly listening to their conversation, were fixed on the tent door. The eyes of the crowd made the two of them tremble a little.

"What are you looking at, don't want to eat it?" the cold words were full of slaughter. The crowd withdrew their gaze.

The rough food was distributed, and the bald man obviously had more food than others, and asked Chuanting to vaguely see that the bald head nodded slightly like a soldier distributing food. He didn't pay much attention to what others were doing, and struggled to bring the food to his mouth and chew it slowly.

The soldier walked out, his footsteps fading away.

"We don't need you to give anything, we save you from the heart. The bald man understood the reason why Wen Chuanting was cold, and gently explained, only Wen Chuanting was the only one in the entire wounded battalion who was slowly chewing food, and everyone's eyes were on him. It's not that his food is delicious, everyone's is the same, it's not that he has a lot of food, except for the baldness, everyone's is the same, everyone looks at him, and there is a vague expectation.

"Of course, we also have a small request. "The bald man is a little cautious.

"The meat drama is coming......" asked Chuanting to know in his heart, there is no free lunch in the sky, and it is really a request to help himself, there is no requirement, and he is not a blood relative, who will risk his life to save others, unless that person is a real ancient Taoist hot intestine, or a bodhisattva's heart, at least Wen Chuanting thinks that he can't do it.

"You say. "Ask Chuanting's eyes are full of banter, as long as there is a request, it is easy to say, at least the grace of saving lives can not be repaid, this is a moral standard, but also a person's psychological bottom line, to directly repay grievances is pedantic, and it is conscience to repay kindness. Regardless of whether the other party needs to repay the favor or not, but people, living in this troubled world, there is always contact, entanglement, or cause and effect, if you only know how to take, do not think of returning, over time, this person will narrow his own way, and finally there is no way out.

"Hehe......" The bald man asked when he saw the question, thinking that most of the things were done, and he didn't see the playful look in the other party's eyes at all. Excited hands raised, it seemed that he wanted to rub his hands, but he didn't want to touch the wound, and the pain in his heart only made him grin. "Good brother, I knew you would say yes. ”

"I didn't promise anything, I just asked you to talk about it, if it exceeds my bottom line, everything is not to be discussed. Wen Chuanting looked silent, he didn't want to tie himself to a broken boat with no bottom line to repay his kindness because of the other party's words.

"Forehead ......" bald man finally found that the situation was wrong, but he didn't take it to heart, comparing his heart to his heart, if others asked for him, he would not be full of words, and could only agree to things within his ability.

"That's right, we want to...... We think, your killing skills, allow us to watch and learn, of course, not for you to take it out and teach us......" Facing the gaze of Wen Chuan, the bald voice became softer and softer, "We just want to watch and learn." ”