"You know, just last night, we all thought that the elite soldiers were nothing more than that, and in an ambush on the northern hillside, I killed eight elite soldiers alone. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Our stone formations, traps, so that the elite soldiers did not dare to advance, and at that time we were still chasing the retreating elite soldiers—"

The long eyelashes were stained with damp mist, and two teardrops slipped down from the two eye sockets that were not big or small, one after the other, Tianqing knew that an iron-clad man should not shed tears, but he couldn't help it, it wasn't cowardice, it wasn't cowardice.

On the contrary, it is a kind of grief and indignation that a man does not want to see his relatives die like this, a kind of relief of blood, in front of women, he is the existence of the sky, and in front of those who have not melted the soul and are still very weak, he is the image of the strong.

No matter what the wind or how big the waves were, he had to endure it and try to stand. At this moment, Tianqing seems to have experienced the feeling of cold killing, a person who has lost his tribe and lost his home!

Watching his clansmen and relatives fall one by one, how much his heart longs for a kind of strength, longs for a kind of power that can turn the tide. He cried, tightly because in addition to being a standing existence in the sky, in addition to being a strong man, he was also a person of flesh and blood and feelings.

The tears dripping from the wind are a kind of calling, a kind of longing for the side, and the eyes are the windows of the soul, and the tears are more like the oath shouted out in the heart, vowing to become a real strong man, and it is really an existence that stands up to the sky.

There were no sobbing, only two teardrops rolling down.

"Big brother-" Wiping away his tears, Tianqing turned to Han Ji, and continued to say in a deep voice: "Do you know, in the battle just now, which elite soldiers, with a giant crossbow on one side, we were killed and injured as soon as we showed up, where are there still rocks under our feet, there are corpses everywhere, they rushed out of a road with their lives, I watched a tribe fall around me, but I was so powerless-"

No one speaks. Ren Yao and Han Ji were expressionless, as if they were memories, as if they were mourning for those who died.

Not far away, Mu Zheng, who was ten meters away, was lying on a cold rock, the corners of his eyes were filled with fog, and two tears rolled down unnaturally.

After two years of battlefield career, crawling in the pile of dead people, and stepping forward in the river of blood, he seems to have forgotten that there is something called emotion in this incident, which seems to have forgotten, and he is also a sentient and lustful person.

"Big brother, Tianqing has nothing else to ask for in this life, I have heard that the eldest brother took Qiao Wanfu's soldiers to turn the tide and eliminate the five hundred soldiers of the ancient city, Tianqing is not able to use this brute force, I am willing to saddle the horse for the eldest brother, just ask the eldest brother to take us on a clear road, just hope that one day Tianqing can also walk freely in this world, and will not live so aggrieved. ”

The breeze dried the tears in the corners of his eyes, Tianqing's mood eased slightly, and with an extremely resolute complexion, he knelt down in front of Han Ji with a pop.

"You, why do you bother? Han Ji hurriedly helped Tianqing up, straightened his head, the two were facing each other, their eyes were staring together, Han Ji used that firm look, with an extremely firm voice to tell him word by word: "I Han Ji will definitely live up to your 'big brother'." ”

Under the first rays of sunlight in the morning, on the highest rock in the Tianshan Mountains, the two of them clasped their hands tightly and then let go, "Go ahead, finish cleaning the battlefield." Take everyone to have a good rest meeting, in the afternoon, there is still something to do. ”

"Hmm. Tianqing smiled, the haze in his heart, I don't know if it was because of that burst of confiding or because of Han Ji's determined eyes, it had already disappeared at this moment.

When he left with Tianqing, the strong back. On the other side of the hillside, there was a sound of slow footsteps, and Mu Zheng took the remaining twenty-seven soldiers to escort five elite soldiers who were covered in blood and tied up by five flowers to the front of Han Ji step by step.

"Big brother, these people, how to deal with them. In front of Han Ji, Mu Zheng's voice was sonorous, like the sunshine that dispelled the gloom, dispelling a faint sadness that was originally permeated.

Han Ji occupied his body, and his playful gaze swept over the five people who were ganged, and at that moment, his gaze suddenly became cold, "Take it down, tie it up with the six people they caught in Tianqing, you work hard, take people to watch them, it should be useful in the afternoon." ”

"Yes. ”

Turning around, Mu Zheng waved to the soldiers who were escorting, "Take it away." ”

After Mu Zheng and the others left, Han Ji and Ren Yao turned around and walked into the largest tent.

Before, because of something, Han Ji didn't take a closer look at it, but at this time, the space in it is not small, and it doesn't look like an ordinary marching camp tent at all.

For example, the camp tents where other elite soldiers lived outside were the same scale as Qiao Wanfu before, and even Jia Qiu, the son who had more than enough success and more than enough failures, was the same scale, and only Ding Qiu lived differently.

Han Ji estimated that this eighty percent was Ding Qiu's guy seeking personal gain, and this camp should be specific to him.

The few sides are not the facilities in the tents of other elite soldiers, because of the needs of the march, there are generally no beds in the tents, at most there are blankets on the ground. And there is a bed here, but the bed is very low, only ten centimeters from the ground, the degree of a slap, although not high, is very good for the march, at least to people like them who are just melting spirit realms The difference between the body and others is not large, and it will also be attacked by the cold, this bed is much better than directly spreading a blanket.

And as far as Han Ji's observation goes, this thing is made of dark iron, and it can even be folded, which is simply specially equipped for the march.

Walking over, Han Ji reached out and pressed the mat on the bed, "Hehe, the fur of the snow rabbit, the mattress crocheted with silk and cotton, and the thin quilt crocheted with silk, this guy will really enjoy it." ”

"Of course, during my time in the army of Mutian City, I have heard rumors about him, although he is only a protector of the law, he is definitely not treated worse than the city lord. Ren Yao didn't seem so surprised, smiled and said very naturally.

It is undeniable that the cold killing, the protector of the law, is the second person of the city-level forces, under one person, above ten thousand people, the days may be more free than the city lord in some cases, but these are also based on the memory information provided by the soul of the outer heaven after the soul melts.

Looking at Ren Yao, who was smiling but looking tired and a little dazed, Han Ji seemed to have changed as a person, and said with concern: "You can also rest, there may be a lot of things to discuss in the afternoon." ”

"What about you, don't you want to rest?" Ren Yao tried hard to open her eyes, her fox-like eyebrows raised, and with the little light in her eyes, she looked very charming.

"Hehe, it seems that you don't know much about the Blood Fusion Spirit. Deliberately staggered his gaze, Han Ji smiled dryly, not knowing if he was hiding something.

"What do you say?" Fortunately, Ren Yao really didn't know the meaning of Han Ji's words, and stared at Han Ji with a pair of big eyes, and the fox on his face was unnaturally revealed.

"In the first battle, I absorbed a lot of essence blood, I don't know why, every time I have essence blood refining and absorption, I don't feel sleepy, from the first refining is like this, just now more than seventy elite soldiers, at least the four heavens of the soul melting realm, and Ding Qiu, a master of the nine heavens of the soul fusion, their essence blood is estimated to take one or two hours of refining, and I don't know what realm it will be after this time. ”

"No wonder, you always look like you don't know how tired you are. In that case, then I'll lie down for a while, and then you can call me when something happens. ”

"Okay, you can rest in peace. ”

After settling Ren Yao, Han Ji continued to walk around the tent.

There are a lot of knick-knacks hanging around, like a feather fan made of velvet, and a pendant made of real human skulls. It's just that these things can only be furnished indoors, and the velvet feather fan is still so white, it is estimated that it has not been used at all, and the velvet should have fallen off long ago.

As for the man's skull, it had been burned by the fire, and it was pitch black, which at first glance was terrifying.

Of course, there was a few cases on one side of the tent, on which were placed paper, pen and ink, and at the same time there were some strange patterns drawn by Ding Qiu.

Sitting down in front of a few cases, Han Ji took a clean piece of paper, polished it himself, and then began to sketch one stroke at a time on the white paper in front of him with a pen in one hand.

A glimmer of golden light shone through the cracks in the tent, directly reflected on his focused face, and the cold killing at this moment seemed to forget everything around him, concentrating on outlining, tracing, and starting lightly and heavily.

Soon an hour passed, and Han Ji finally exhaled in satisfaction, straightened up, and looked down at his painting.

The above is a Qin Dynasty halberd soldier, of course, the most conspicuous on the whole picture, the most exquisite part of the painting is the armor, the chest, back, from the neck from the pendant of the triangular scales, all the way to the stomach, and then down because of the legs, the armor is inverted triangle shape, a triangle between the two legs hanging low.

Except, of course, for the entire mockup. He also described the production of the armor and the detailed production process of each part, and then he nodded with satisfaction, put away all the drawings, and put them aside.

Then there is the portable, which can shoot in succession, and the bow and crossbow that shoots multiple arrows at once.

It is also a complete sample drawing, and then it is detailed to each part, the annotation of each production essential, and so on.

In a short three hours, the two treasures of one attack and one defense were finally made out by Han Ji. Of course, this is just wishful thinking at the moment, as for whether it can be successful, and how much actual combat effect it can have, these need to be experimented one by one.