"Well, I'll come personally. Wang Nan walked over slowly, stood behind the assassin, held the hilt of the knife in one hand, and slowly drew the knife.

But before the long knife could be unsheathed, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he took a big step back vigilantly, and at this time, everyone saw that the assassin who had been on his knees with his hands tied had broken free and stood up!

The assassin's speed was also very fast, and while knocking away the stunned soldiers beside him, he snatched his long knife, and a silver white flashed in the firelight, and the long knife slashed towards Wang Nan fiercely!

"Will ...... The general ......" The soldier who fell to the ground let out a shocked sound, and in his eyes, he saw the long knife fall on Wang Nan's shoulder...... Maybe Wang Nan is a cultivator, but after being stabbed like this, there is no way to live, right?

It's just that the next moment, he saw Wang Nan suddenly raise a leg, aim at the assassin, and kick it with a flying kick!

The assassin rose into the air, blood gushing from his mouth, his features twisted and huddled together.

"Damn it. Wang Nan glanced at his iron shoulder guard, he didn't have time to pull out the knife just now, it was this iron shoulder guard that helped him stop the assassin's fatal knife.

Seeing that the assassin was still struggling on the ground to get up, Wang Nan showed an indifferent smile on his face, raised his chin, and said, "You almost made it." But if you get kicked by Lao Tzu, it doesn't taste good, right?"

He then grabbed the Assassin's collar and threw it into the open space where the two armies were facing each other in front of him.

"This guy, I'll give it back to you!" Wang Nan looked up to the sky and laughed at the assassin who was obviously out of breath and out of breath and in.

"Doctor!" the tent had just been lifted, but the anxious-looking hundred generals had already opened their mouths to shout, and the four soldiers carrying stretchers followed closely behind him.

The military doctor, who was dressed in a rough cloth shirt and was half covered in blood, was still standing in front of a mat, instructing several hairy pawns to bandage their wounds, scolding them for not being able to do even a little thing, but when he heard the shouts at the door, his ears suddenly stood up, and he trotted all the way over.

Seeing the military doctor, the hundred generals felt a sense of relief, and while beckoning his subordinates to put down the stretcher, he said, "Look at him, is there any salvation?"

The military doctor didn't talk much nonsense, first stretched out a hand and touched the neck of the wounded, and immediately frowned, "Where is the injury?"

"It was a kick in the chest. Bai Jiang thought for a moment, and hurriedly added, "It's not an ordinary kick. ”

"Nonsense, if an ordinary kick can kick people like this? I think it's a breath away from death...... "The military doctor scolded and scolded.

The pulse of the person on this stretcher was already very weak, if it weren't for his many years of medical practice and rich experience, I am afraid that he would suspect that this hundred generals were carrying in a dead person at all.

If you can kick like this, I think there is no one else except the cultivator.

When the hundred generals heard the military doctor say this, his face was a little ugly, and he said, "It's really unsavable?"

The military doctor shook his head, seeing the worry of the hundred generals, and thought that the person on the stretcher was the relative descendant of the hundred generals, and everyone had compassion, even the doctor was no exception, he sighed and said, "I'll try it, maybe there is a chance." You all go out, this place is very crowded, and it affects my work. ”

General Bai also nodded, not knowing that the military doctor had misunderstood him, in fact, he had nothing to do with the wounded man lying on the stretcher, the reason why he was so anxious was that General Lin gave a strict order to save this person.

After all, this person is also loyal and brave, after being captured, he can still think of looking for an opportunity to kill Wang Nan when he is on the line of life and death, he and Hu Tian glanced at each other, although the face was covered with blood and could hardly distinguish the appearance of a person, but they immediately decided to make some gestures to buy people's hearts.

And more importantly, this assassin was the only one who "picked up a life" from Guo Kai's side, and letting him die so quietly seemed to have let go of a great opportunity to listen to the other party's internal information.

Bai Jiang wiped the blood from the face of the person on the stretcher, looked at the young and immature face, sighed and closed his eyes.

It's just a kid.

Then, he solemnly bowed his hand to the military doctor and said, "Then please ask the doctor." ”

After the hundred generals took the people away, the military tent was busy, and the military doctor ordered two pawns to help untie the armor of the man on the stretcher, but as soon as the pawns' hands touched the man's body, the man who was dying on the stretcher suddenly opened his eyes!

Before the military doctor and the pawns could react, in the blink of an eye, the man straightened up and stood up steadily.

The medic had a big mouth, and the pawns were so frightened that they took several steps back.

The military doctor shouted and took the lead to run outside the camp tent, and even a few wounded people who were lying on the mat before also escaped on crutches and support.

As they ran, they shouted, "it!"

Walking corpses, this is a terrible situation in folklore, mostly on the night of a thunderstorm, between the thunder and thunder, the corpse that was originally lying in bed or in the coffin will be inexplicably stimulated and sit up straight.

Legend has it that the soul of this walking corpse is still in the body and cannot be separated, and it is in great pain, so it will try its best to attack others and suck their flesh and blood to get a moment of relief.

Of course, this is just a saying that has been passed down from generation to generation, and no one has seen it with their own eyes, but it does not prevent the people in the camp from fearing.

"Walking corpses?" On the stretcher, the wounded who had just "come back from the dead" looked at the group of soldiers and military doctors who were so frightened that they were rushing to escape, and they were inexplicably stunned, and only after a few breaths did they understand and show an embarrassing smile.

The young man on this stretcher is naturally Qin Ke.

In fact, from the very beginning, the scolding and killing in front of the battle was a scene.

Of course, those assassins who were beheaded were real, but Guo Kai was still thinking about whether he could dig something out of those people's mouths and kill them again, but this time it could make them come in handy, so it didn't have to be in vain.

And Wang Nan's kick may seem to others to be really powerful, but it can't hurt Qin Ke, but for the sake of effect, Qin Ke still condensed his blood in his chest, and ate this kick hard, and by the way, he spit blood and made a face, so he made such a serious injury and want to die.

The faint pulse detected by the military doctor was just Qin Ke's suppression of his qi and blood, slowing down the flow of blood and blood, and reducing the signs of his body to a minimum.

"Gotta hurry. Qin Ke spat a mouthful of bloody saliva on the ground, the smell of horse blood in his mouth couldn't be eliminated for a while, he couldn't hold back his nausea and looked around.

The next moment, his figure disappeared in front of the military tent.

In Zhang Jiuxin's camp, more than 4,000 people had already assembled, but they had been arrayed for a long time, but they did not get any orders, so they had to stand stupidly in place, looking at each other helplessly.

On the felt on the side of the tent, Zhang Jiuxin's eyes silently watched the dancing flames in the charcoal stove, and a pair of white palms that did not look like battlefield warriors hung above the charcoal stove, roasting slightly.

He's been roasting for a long, long time, just tossing and turning, but he hasn't withdrawn his hands, not knowing what he's thinking.

If your hands are cold, the fire will naturally warm you.

If the heart is cold, what is the use of roasting the fire?

A chill flashed through the darkness of the tent before resting on his neck.

"Who are you?" Zhang Jiuxin still maintained the action of roasting the fire, and his voice was cold.