Kill out?

Fight your way out of the chaos army?

After thinking about it, Suningan still held back this idea, it was very refreshing to be reckless, however, life is not a game, and there is no retracement.

He looked at the armorer opposite.

The other party was much taller than him, however, under his gaze, he looked like a small and incomparably weak person, gradually closing his voice and no longer nagging.

"What can I do if I am ordered to do so?"

The armor muttered.

Su Ningan looked at his feet, there were more than a dozen sacks.

He looked at his companions, the old ones were sixty or seventy years old, the younger ones were less than ten years old, there were children, there were women, here was about a hundred feet away from the moat, all the way was smooth, the archers on the tower did not need to aim, as long as they opened their bows and arrows, they could build up their exploits by luck alone.

This area is already a pool of blood.

The dead are dead, the living are still struggling, the wounded are wailing loudly and moaning in a low voice, and the air is filled with helpless pain.

"Little brother, the Overseer is coming up!"

"If there were sacks here, we'd all die!"

The armor knelt down to Suning'an, crying bitterly and screaming loudly.

Su Ningan also told himself in his heart that this was illusory, it was something that had happened, it was a strange world manipulated, the people he saw in front of him had been dead for more than a thousand years, and his compassion was insignificant and meaningless.

However, he still couldn't watch these people die under the knife.

He can't treat these people as illusory and meaningless data, and the scene in front of him as a fictional movie world.

Suningan inserted half of the knife into his waist, and then stretched out his left hand.

"Give it to me!"

He said to the soldier who was still crying.

"What?"

The guy had his mouth open, staring at the stupid goldfish eyes, and he didn't know why.

Su Ningan glanced at the sack on the ground.

"Oh!"

He answered, got up and put the sack in Suningan's hand.

"Go on!"

Suningan said.

"Good!"

The armor took a sack and put it in Su Ning'an's right hand, so he also carried a sack in his hand, and a sack filled with sand and soil was only thirty or forty catties, which was as light as a lamp grass for Su Ning'an.

"Go on, put it all on me!"

With the help of these people, more than a dozen sacks were strung together with straw ropes, and in the end, they all pressed on Su Ningan's body, and from a distance, his figure was covered by the sacks, like a moving sack mountain.

Then he ran towards the moat.

With more than a thousand pounds of weight on his body, Suningan still walked like a fly.

On the tower of the city, an officer found out about this scene and felt that he had been provoked, so he banged on the wall and shouted.

"Shooters, shoot him!"

The arrows were like locusts, falling towards Suning'an, like a big net, enveloping him in front and back, left and right.

There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

Suningan didn't run away, nor did he hide.

He went straight forward and let the rain of arrows fall, but his feet were so agile that those arrows could not hit his body, but could only be pierced on the sack, and even the most powerful archer, with the strongest bow, could not penetrate the sack full of sand and stones.

Looking thrilling, in fact, he was unharmed.

After a while, Suningan came to the moat and threw the sack full of arrows into the trench, at this time, the rain of arrows enveloped him again, in addition, there were marksmen who seized the opportunity to launch a precise attack on him.

"Woo Woo ......"

At least three marksmen aimed at Suningan, and the sound of arrows breaking through the air was strong and powerful, and when it reached his ears, the arrows had already arrived first, but for Suningan, such a level of attack was not enough.

The geese fell silently and chopped the snow song.

The figure flickered, and after a few movements, he left the moat.

With his current skills, as long as he doesn't break into the military formation and fight against those armor soldiers, as long as he has not been trapped in the formation, it will be difficult for ordinary warriors to surround and kill him, and he needs to move half a step innate or even an innate strong person to trap him.

Soon, he returned to the starting position.

Su Ningan took a deep breath, and his face turned pale.

The scene in front of him made him explode, a fire burning in his chest, and he used all his strength to keep silent.

"Boy, you're good! Isn't it about to be enlightened? ”

"Think about it, follow me Lan Daoming, eat fragrant and drink spicy, my uncle is the light cavalry general Blue Sky Bear, the Xiongfeng Army, the first strong army in the Zhou State!"

Sitting on the dirt slope was a young man in bright silver armor, he took off his helmet and showed a handsome face, even on the battlefield, his face was spotless, not only was there no blood, not even dust.

At the foot of the dirt slope, there stood a row of armor soldiers in black armor, their whole bodies were shrouded in heavy armor, only a pair of eyes were exposed, they were silent, motionless like a mountain, and there was a strong smell of blood.

At their feet, a dozen people lay crookedly.

Everyone died, most of them were in different places, and one head rolled at Suning'an's feet like a gourd.

He lowered his head and bent down.

The owner of the head was the child he rescued from the leader of the armor, and after being separated, his eyes were still open, full of horror and despair, looking at Su Ning'an woodenly, and staring at him.

In his previous life, Suningan had watched some documentaries and photos related to the war.

Most of them are more tactful, for example, a little girl crying and running naked in the fire of the Vietnam War, but there are also very direct, robbers in the Russo-Japanese War and the War of Resistance Against Japan, who are holding a samurai sword and smiling in a killing competition.

Now, the faces of the man on the dirt slope overlapped with the armor soldiers and the smiling robbers.

I'll fuck you!

Su Ningan cursed in his heart.

The samurai in leather armor walked over and said embarrassedly.

"Lan Shao said that we were too slow, so we ......"

Then, he looked at Suningan enviously.

"To be favored by Lan Shao, your ancestral tomb is burned with high incense!"

Suningan smiled, revealing her white teeth.

"Why are you still stunned, don't kowtow and thank you!"

In my ears, the man was still nagging.

"Thank you for your mother's kindness!"

Su Ningan pulled out the remnant knife and swung it lightly, the remnant knife pierced the man's neck, and the sound was wrapped in blood blisters, gurgling.

Su Ningan let go of his hand and pulled out a horizontal knife from the man's waist.

The one on the dirt slope, his eyes glazed over, as if he didn't believe what he was seeing, frowned, and stood up.

"Bold!"

He shouted.

"Bold mom!"

Suningan replied.

"Kill him!"

After Lan Daoming finished the order, he turned around and said a word of bad luck.

I thought I had found a guy who could be used to fight the disaster, but I didn't want to be a madman.

Sick, right?

If you don't take the sunny avenue, do you have to look for death?

Ay!

He sighed.