The most bloody place in the world is the battlefield, because the battlefield is the fame and fortune of the youth, and the cruelest place in the world is also the battlefield, because the battlefield is the burial ground of the youth.

Whether it's heaven or hell, it's often a matter of a moment, a knife or a sword, or a stray arrow falling from the sky, anything happens, and everything that happens can be fatal.

The monster retreated, and Mu Sen pressed his long knife against the ground, gasping for breath. He forgot how many monsters he had killed.

Ten?

Or twenty?

He didn't remember anymore, but there were piles of corpses of demon beasts around him, and of course humans, his personal guards, his comrades-in-arms, his closest partners on the battlefield, and now they fell beside him, mixed with the corpses of all demon beasts, blood left together, unable to distinguish each other.

Mu Sen was too tired, compared to the time he used to be, and now his life was dangerous and full, but he didn't have the slightest resentment, he knew that this was something he had to accomplish.

The cold wind blew, biting like ice blades, and the rain fell, wetting his clothes and blurring his eyes.

For a few minutes, maybe a quarter of an hour, no one dared to approach his body, and they all felt as if he was dead.

What a sad fact.

Finally, a young soldier approached tremblingly and whispered, "Your Excellency. ”

Zheng~!

The long knife hung above his head, and Mu Sen turned his head and stared at him coldly, with indescribable killing intent in his eyes.

"Great, great, it's me. The soldier was so startled that his feet were almost limp to his knees.

Mu Sen seemed to see the identity of the person who came, and the killing intent in his eyes gradually receded.

Soon, he regained his composure.

"What's the matter?" he said, his tone calm with a sense of distantness.

Not everyone can break free from the oppressive atmosphere of the battlefield anytime soon, at least Mossen knows that he can't.

The young soldier froze and whispered, "My lord, go and rest." ”

Mu Sen stared at him and said coldly, "Have you rested?"

The soldier was stunned, not knowing why Mu Sen asked this question, but still replied truthfully: "No, no." ”

From the beginning of the battle to the present, he didn't have a second of rest, not even a second of mental tension, he knew that any distraction on the battlefield could be fatal.

Mu Sen sighed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, go down and rest." ”

"No, I'm—"

The soldier wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Mu Sen: "This is an order!" He continued with a straight face: "You give the order to divide all the soldiers into two shifts and take turns to rest. ”

"But. The soldier stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" said Musson.

He was not fully adapted to the role of commander, and if he were to be replaced by an old and serious commander, he would not talk so much to the soldiers, and in the eyes of the men who had been through the battlefield, the soldiers only needed to obey orders, and they did not need to explain anything at all.

The young soldier felt that the commander in front of him was a little different from the previous commander, but he couldn't say what the specific difference was, so he could only say:

"My lord, if you divide into two classes, I'm afraid the city wall will not have enough soldiers. ”

The soldier's concern was also justified, although the attack of the demon beast was a sudden attack before, but when Mu Sen arrived with illness, this factor was reduced to a low level, and finally evolved into a collision of complete strength.

In this collision of strengths, the demon beasts suffered heavy losses, but the humans did not escape well, and their numbers were greatly reduced.

At this moment, if the remaining manpower is divided into two shifts, there will be some shortcomings.

The soldiers knew this, and of course Mussen knew, he knew, but there was nothing he could do.

"Do you think the brothers still have the strength?" said Moosen.

The soldiers looked around, and some of them as young as him leaned against the walls, their eyes closed. If it weren't for the heaving of their chests, they would have been fallen corpses.

In fact, they were surrounded by corpses, human corpses, and demon beast corpses, almost piled up into a mountain.

But they didn't think about it in the slightest, but they knew that they were tired and tired, and they fell down to rest.

The soldier did not speak, but Mu Sen sighed: "You can also see, this is the situation, now my order is for everyone to hurry up and rest, no one knows when the next wave of attacks will come." ”

The soldier nodded and gave the order to go down, and the soldiers who arrived later began to take charge of the defense, and the soldiers in advance went down to the city to rest. Even when they were resting, they did not go to the barracks, but were lying on the ground under the city, ready to support at any time.

Mussen sighed and raised his eyes, and there was a black oppression in his eyes. How many monsters are there?

1000? or 10,000?

Mussen didn't know, didn't feel like he knew, he didn't even know how long he would last.

(How long can I last, I hope to help grandpa delay time.) ）

Mu Sen was thinking about this, and a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Big brother, I'm sorry for you, you go down and rest first." I'll take care of the rest. ”

Mussen looked up and smiled.

What caught his eye was a young face, dressed in a refined armor, and even his face was mostly hidden in the armor, but Han Chuang recognized his identity at a glance, it was his younger brother Mu Ning.

"Mu Ning, why are you here?" Mu Sen said, "Didn't my father let him be in charge of the family scheduling?"

Since Han Chuang's incident, Mu Ning has been established as the next generation of the head of the Mu family, and generally speaking, the children who have the status of heirs are far away from the battlefield.

Because of the unpredictability of the battlefield, no one knows what will happen, but now, Mu Ning has come to the front line, which makes Mu Sen feel distressed.

Looking at his younger brother, he subconsciously reached out and patted his head.

"Little one, go back, it's dangerous on the battlefield. ”

Mu Ning stared at Mu Sen and said stubbornly: "Big brother, you can go to the battlefield, why can't I?"

Moossen would love to say: because you are the heir. But after all, he didn't say anything, just sighed: "Don't worry, the eldest brother still supports it, and you will help the Mu family mobilize resources for the eldest brother." ”

If it was normal, Mu Ning would probably have agreed, but now, Beishan County is in an unprecedented crisis, how can he retreat.

"Big brother, are you worried about my safety?"

"Yes, you are the heir of the Mu family, I have to worry. ”

"Big brother said with a smile, if Beishan County is gone, then what's the use of this heir of the Mu family?"

Mu Ning was laughing, and the smile was a little desolate.

"Big brother, I know you're good for me, but your personal guard is exhausted, and you're exhausted, so it's my turn now. ”

Mu Sen looked at his younger brother, at his serious and stubborn expression, and the words of refusal were stuck in his throat like this, and he couldn't say anything.

"Well, just this once. He said in a deep voice.