The attack outside the tent came and went quickly.

The goal of these enemy forces was not to kill the enemy, but to interfere with the delivery of grain and grass, or simply to loot and destroy it.

As for how many people will be killed in the process, or how many will be killed, it will all depend on the luck of the respective soldiers on both sides.

Obviously.

'Uncle' didn't have a lot of luck this time.

In the face of the enemy's sudden attack, the 'uncle' was not too wrong in his response, and the only mistake was probably that the enemy was more cautious than he thought.

No one expected that this attacker would decisively stab a sword inside without even seeing the enemy outside the curtain.

And the first sword hit the 'uncle'.

And the attacker's luck was also a little bad, and it is estimated that he did not expect two people in the tent. Of course, it is also possible that he didn't expect it, but that he was careless for a moment after feeling the touch of the bronze sword piercing the human body.

"Is this war?"

Having just killed his first enemy in two lifetimes, Mo Jun was also in a trance in his heart.

He didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment, but he could only say that the war seemed to be much more 'simple' than he imagined, and there were no difficult fights and battles, just a little carelessness, mistakes, or a little bad luck······ Plus a sword.

Two lives disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant.

'Uncle' was lying on the ground, and the body was already cold.

Mo Jun didn't have too much sadness in his heart, maybe the 'uncle' treated the original body very well, but for the current Mo Jun, the two only met for the first time today.

And even for the original body, 'uncle' and him are not really uncle-nephew relationships, because the name of 'uncle' is called 'uncle', so everyone around him is called that.

In addition, 'Uncle' was the oldest in their squad, so he was chosen as the captain. And Mo Jun is the youngest in the team, so he will often be taken care of by the 'uncle'.

"Click~"

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of dull footsteps outside the door.

Mo Jun, who was still a little 'sad and sad' just now, instantly clenched his bronze sword and became vigilant, although the battle outside was over, but he didn't dare to bet, what if there was no sound outside because his teammates had been killed?

Although this possibility is very small, after being stimulated just now, Mo Jun feels that he already has some symptoms of 'victim paranoia'.

Heavy footsteps approached little by little······

Mo Jun stood on the right side a few feet away from the door curtain, and his heart was already secretly ruthless, and once he found out that something was wrong later, he would definitely strike first.

However, Mo Jun's thoughts were not put into action, because the footsteps had just stopped outside the curtain.

"I am a Shifu of the Qin State, is there anyone else in the camp?"

A rugged but majestic voice came from outside the tent, which made Mo Jun secretly relieved.

Qin's 'military merit system' divided titles into twenty ranks, and 'gongshi' was the first rank of titles. Only by killing an enemy soldier on the battlefield and bringing back the head can you obtain the title of 'Gongshi', as well as a field of land, a house, and a servant.

This may seem like a simple requirement, but in fact it is not simple at all.

First of all, the armor.

What is a Armor?

Only a warrior with full armor can be called a 'warrior'.

Anyone who knows a little about armor knows that the real armor defense is so strong that it is not like what is shown on TV, and it can be broken with a single knife and arrow.

For soldiers of the same level, armored warriors are enough to easily do one against two, or even one against three.

And in the current era of productivity and hip pulling, the soldiers who can be called 'armor soldiers' in various countries are all elite soldiers at the forefront of the battlefield.

The second is the first level.

The battlefield is a chaotic place, and it is not easy to kill an enemy 'armor' in that kind of chaotic war. And it is even more unimaginable to cut off the enemy's head in such chaos.

Therefore, the soldiers who can obtain the title of 'Gongshi' are already the elite of the elite soldiers of the Qin State.

"I'm Qin Guoshi Tu Mojun, we were attacked by the enemy just now, and now we have repelled the enemy army, but it's ······"

Before Mo Jun finished speaking, he saw that the curtain was suddenly lifted, and a bright light was projected in, but in an instant, it was obscured by a tall figure wearing black armor.

The person who came was the prince of Qin.

Shi Fu walked into the tent and saw the 'old uncle' who had no breath anymore, and Mo Jun who was splashed with blood, he was stunned at first, but soon regained his composure.

"You go and register the names of the dead, and if there is a chance later, we will ask his fellow villagers to return the bodies to their hometowns. And you should also hurry up and wash the stains on your body! Soon the army will move on. ”

"Yes!"

Shi Fu's response was extremely skillful, and he was obviously used to such scenes.

Mo Jun answered, and then walked out of the tent.

It was still a little dark, the sun had not yet risen in the east, and there were still a few drops of early spring dew on the grass around the camp.

A third of the other tents in the camp have been dismantled, and the remaining soldiers and prisoners are also hurrying to arrange their wagons and horses, while dozens of soldiers in fine black armor are guarding the outer camp to prevent the enemy from attacking again.

This scene had appeared several times in the memory of the original body, but when it was Mo Jun's turn to see it with his own eyes, he found a little bit of something unusual.

"The quality of the tents in the Warring States period is already so good? In addition, the armor of these soldiers always feels a little familiar! Mo Jun's eyes showed a bit of strangeness.

Before, because the light inside the tent was too dark, he couldn't see clearly, but now after coming outside, Mo Jun found that the quality of these camped tents in the Qin State, at least from the outside, seemed to be a little far beyond his imagination.

The yellow-white tent, in the shape of a semicircle, is neatly located by the river one after another according to the layout of some kind of military formation, and it looks almost no different from the yurts of later generations.

In addition, there are dozens of soldiers guarding food and grass, and the pitch-black armor they wear, this kind of sophisticated equipment that can protect the whole body, even the face armor, always brings Mo Jun an extremely familiar feeling.

Coming to the river next to the camp, Mo Jun first scooped up the water with his hands and drank a few sips, and then began to wash the blood stains on his face.

After washing.

I went to the lower river to find a place where no one was paying attention, loosened my trouser belt, and prepared to put in the morning water.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, as soon as Mo Jun's mind moved, he saw a few small red crystals with a length of about one centimeter suddenly appear in his palm······