Zhang Dayong is actually not brave at all, on the contrary, he is very timid.

In late spring and early summer, the forest is deep and the grass is dense. Holding the long knife tightly in both hands, he walked through the grass that was more than one person high, only to feel a cold sweat on his back.

Thief Head...... Where is the thief? Ahhhh

As soon as he thought of Huang Chunlai's tragic situation, his legs trembled—woo woo, he really never thought about getting any reward.

As a hereditary immortal talisman soldier, his family has seen it all since the generation of Gaozu. Any meritorious service awards are all floating clouds. According to the rules of the army, a soldier who has been in the army for 15 years can retire from the camp and return home, and from then on he can live at home in peace and security, without worrying about his livelihood. And how many of those so-called "good soldiers" who usually rise to the top can serve for fifteen years?

Therefore, at the beginning of sending Daniel Zhang to the camp, his father repeatedly advised: Don't compete for that merit and reward. Pin your head to the waistband of your trousers and make a meritorious service, so what? Anyway, in the end, the credit is reported by the adults, and naturally it is all theirs. The so-called reward is just that the adults have been promoted, and they are happy for a while, and three melons and two dates leak from their fingers. Therefore, it is true that these big-headed soldiers, who have saved their lives and worked for fifteen years, have successfully retired from the camp.

Daniel Zhang strictly followed his father's teachings. As a son of a family of soldiers, he is well versed in the way of survival in the army, that is, he respects the squad leader as his father. Of course, the most important thing is that when you receive the salary, you always divide half of it when you change hands, and you are respectful to the captain of the filial piety. So, whenever he encountered a dangerous task, he either escaped or pretended to be sick. Of course, if he heard that there was no danger and that there was oil and water to be fished, he was always very positive. Afterwards, I didn't forget to divide half of the income and honor the team leader. And the squad leader was very satisfied with his "filial piety" and never troubled him. In this way, he was allowed to mix in the army peacefully for five years.

Today's task, he also inquired clearly in advance. Knowing that he was just going to hunt down a lonely and seriously injured rebel remnant, he felt that this task was not difficult, and nine times out of ten everyone would catch up and beat them up. If you want to die, you will still live, and it will all be ordered by the captain. So, when he hit their team, he didn't say a word and set off with the team.

Who knows...... Alas, it is difficult to buy money and know it early! Daniel Zhang simply regretted his bowels.

Now, he can only pray for God's blessing in his heart, and promise very sincerely: Emperor of Heaven, if you bless me through this calamity, I will definitely take three animal offerings to the Temple of Heaven to burn a golden mountain for you.

However, it backfired. God didn't seem to hear his prayers, or maybe he didn't like his idea at all.

He was numb and bold, walking and walking. Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed the vein of his neck tightly.

Seeing that, he caught a glimpse of the cold light, and he only felt a chill on his neck.

The bright red blood line rushed up, and the world in front of him suddenly turned blood red.

Hey, what's squirting out of his neck? That was the last thought that crossed his mind.

Shen Yun bent down and gently lowered the corpse.

There was only one last one left in the woods!, he let out a long breath and prepared to get up and check the man's movements.

No, at this moment, a strong wind whistled behind me.

Someone in the back!

In a flash of light, he reacted and hurriedly rolled forward.

Damn, it's still a little late!

"Whoa—"

The knife slashed. A knife was cut on the left arm. The fire burns hotly!

"Little rabbit, suffer death!" the last Iron Cavalry touched his back.

Before Shen Yun could get up, the second knife came!

Seeing that, the long knife was about to be cut horizontally. Shen Yun was in a hurry, and randomly dug a lump of mud mixed with rotten grass and leaves from the ground, and hit the man's front door.

"Not good!" the man couldn't dodge, and was covered in mud.

The black iron mask on the Iron Cavalry helmet is made of fine mesh. After the mud was pasted, all the mesh holes were blocked, and there was a pitch black in front of him, no different from a blind man.

The man hurriedly put away his knife and instinctively wiped it with his hand as he stepped back.

The crisis is over!

How could Shen Yun let him wipe off the mud and then make a comeback! Immediately, he bounced up from the ground in pain, picked up the long knife that the third target had fallen on the ground, and rushed directly to kill it from the front.

That iron cavalry was not weak, and when he heard the sword wind, he quickly responded. Ignoring the mud on his face, he raised his knife to meet it.

"Dang!"

The two knives collided in mid-air, and sparks splashed in all directions!

Sharp pain came from the two tigers' mouths at the same time, and the long knife in his hand was almost shaken out of his hand. Shen Yun snorted and took two steps back, dissipating his strength.

And the man didn't please him, and took a big step back.

His luck wasn't so good, though. Behind him is a large tree hugging one person together. "Bang", the helmet slammed into the hard trunk of the tree, as if striking a bell, and the "buzzing ......" aftersounded.

"Ahh

As the saying goes, taking advantage of your illness will kill you! Shen Yun seized the opportunity and rushed forward again with his knife.

Target: Neck root!

Huh——, he used all his strength to swing his knife and slash!

The cold light is rising!

A cavity of blood gushed out!

The helmeted head flew out and landed with a thud, rolling several times on the black mud at the bottom of the tree.

The headless corpse staggered forward and took a big step, falling to the ground with a thud.

Shen Yun was exhausted, holding a long knife, kneeling on one knee, gasping for air.

Outside, on the other side, there's the last one, so now isn't the time to rest!

At this time, he realized that his two hands were bloody. It's all his own blood. Earlier, when he slashed with that guy, the two knives collided, and the tiger's mouths of both hands were all cracked, and blood gushed out from the wounds, staining the entire palms red.

It hurts!

The main thing is that the blood is sticky in the palm of the hand, sticky, and the handle of the knife is not firmly grasped.

He gritted his teeth and tore off a trim of his clothes, divided it into two, wrapped it twice in each palm, and simply bandaged it.

As for the wound on his left arm, he was pulled out by the knife with a large hole more than three inches long, and the skin and flesh were turned over, and bones were faintly visible. The blood was bubbling in the direction, and after only a few dozen breaths, half of the sleeves were already dyed red.

Such a deep incision must be sutured. But, not now. First, he didn't have time, and second, he didn't have the tools to stitch it up.

Shen Yun took a deep breath, stretched out the index and middle fingers of his right hand, "horn", and simply sealed the blood path of the wound.

The bleeding quickly stopped. However, the after-effects also followed - his entire left arm was numb and whizzing, and he was completely unable to use his strength.

As a result, his combat effectiveness is bound to be greatly reduced.

Well, the lesser of two evils, there's no way around it. The wound was so deep that if the blood channel was not sealed and the bleeding stopped, it would not take half an hour for him to fall into a coma due to excessive blood loss. At that time, even if there were no enemies outside, it was very likely that he would die in this forest, and even his body would eventually be reduced to a feast for wild animals.

He tore off another placket of his garment, his right hand working with his teeth, and he bandaged the wound briefly.

Pack it up, and now, he can deal with the little bosses outside with all his might.

He had already thought of the plan - still in line with the principle of overcoming the enemy's shortcomings with his own strengths, he would introduce people into the forest and get rid of them!

On the shore, the little leader looked at the grove opposite, his brow furrowing more and more. Six people crossed the river, two fell into the river and were trampled to death by frightened horses, and one was folded on the edge of the forest...... Even so, in the end, three people made it into the woods. One of them was also his most trusted squad leader.

However, why did the three of them go in for more than half an hour, and there was no movement in the forest?

It's just a wounded thief, it's really hard to deal with, you, mother, you won't set fire to this forest!

All of him, mother, is a wine bag and a rice bag!

His eyes welled up with rage.

However, after thinking about it again, his heart couldn't help but "cluck": Could it be that the three wastes let the thief escape, and he was afraid that Lao Tzu would be guilty, so he simply escaped together? Then, they teamed up to kill a random person nearby, cut off the head, and then come back to ask Lao Tzu for a reward?

With what he knew about his subordinates, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case.

Well, he didn't care at all if the skulls they brought back were real or fake. Anyway, the head of the thief is also a nose and two eyes. As long as it is the head of an adult man, after he goes back, he can ask for credit.

It's just that...... Bastard thing, I won't roll back to one, squeak with Lao Tzu, and cause Lao Tzu to bask in the sun for so long!

The armor on his body was so hot that he was wrapped in sweat, and his underwear was wet, which was extremely uncomfortable. The little leader first looked behind him. It's a weedy slope, and you can't even find a shady place. Only the woods on the opposite side, full of greenery, birds singing and fragrant, look very cool - there are birds in the woods, indicating that the forest has long been gone. Besides, if the thief is injured, he must be bent on running for his life and dare not fight. More than half an hour, enough for the thief to escape for more than ten miles. So, he could have gone to the woods to cool off while the bastards returned.

So the little leader crossed the river with a horse and rushed into the woods with a great grin.

A cool air with the aroma of plants and trees came to the face.

"It's so cool!" he comfortably took off his helmet, took off the armor on his upper body, hung it on the back of the horse's buttocks, and looked around, ready to find a comfortable place to take a nap.

Soon, he took a fancy to one place - in front of the left, a dozen paces away, there was a large camphor tree. There are thick fallen leaves under the tree, which is clearly a good place to sleep!

"Drive!" he kicked the horse in the belly lightly with his foot, and galloped over.

No, halfway down the road, he had just used a long knife to pick up a canopy of weeds that was one person high, when suddenly, the mount screamed and fell forward. Unfazed, he tilted his body and was thrown off his horse.

A thought crossed the little leader's mind: Broken, trip!

Soon, though, he realized he was wrong.

For he saw a large dirt pit hidden under the grass.

Well, it's freshly dug up. The pile of black mud next to it looks like it has been turned out freshly......

At the bottom of the pit ——, fluttered there were three long sharp knives, which brushed through his chest.

"Bang!

The mount also fell off and slammed into him.

God, suddenly it's dark!