The chaotic Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi calmed down all of a sudden, Li Wenshuo staggered back, the killing intent in his eyes was undiminished, although the injury was quite serious, but obviously, he still had the strength to fight!

The other four also looked over at this time, with a look of shock in their eyes, but it was obvious that the old Song and the old man holding Changge on Liyang's side looked much better.

As for the two people on the grassland, their expressions were gloomy, and they glanced at each other and swept back quickly.

It's not a smart move to fight two against three, and if they stay, they may actually die.

Today's battle ended early, and the old pawn squinted at Li Wenshuo, and then began to wipe Changge's shiny blade with his sleeve.

Uncle Song looked at the wounds on Li Wenshuo's body, his hands kept clenching into fists, and then released again, but in the end he still didn't get closer.

Several people had their own ghosts, but Li Wenshuo was not interested, the long sword in his hand was lifted upside down, and he reached out to pick up the straight knife from the ground, but he still didn't dare to relax for a moment, turned around and returned to the camp.

The shouts of killing are still shocking.

The soldiers in the battalion looked solemn, and almost all of them were busy, either preparing to charge into battle, or preparing medicinal herbs, boiling hot water, and preparing to treat the wounded afterwards.

There are even pits being dug to bury corpses that are about to be pulled back from the battlefield.

Many people noticed Li Wenshuo, and their expressions were a little shocked, this person who was invincible a few days ago, rushed into the enemy camp alone, and killed Man Kui, now his snow-white clothes were full of blood, and his face was very pale.

It appears to be seriously injured.

What's going on?

Li Wenshuo ignored the shock of the soldiers, the long sword was retracted into the sheath, and the blood-stained long knife went straight to the big tent of the Chinese army.

Wu Qien was studying the map, looking at Li Wenshuo, who was covered in blood and suddenly rushed in, he was also startled, and said, "Xiaoyaohou, who are you?"

Li Wenshuo's face was a little pale, he had just killed, and the killing intent accumulated in his eyes was indeed a little terrifying, but he didn't pay attention to it.

Stretched out his hand and slapped Wu Ma's knife on the table in front of Wu Qien, and said in a deep voice: "This is the knife of the enemy high priest Wu Ma, and now that their army breaking master is one less, can you not retreat." ”

Hearing this, Wu Qien was stunned at first, and then overjoyed, but when he raised his head and looked into Li Wenshuo's eyes, the smile on his face disappeared.

His eyes were red, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

Wu Qien understood, although this Xiaoyao Marquis did not speak when he was arguing yesterday, he expressed his dissatisfaction with his actions today.

I sighed in my heart, why bother?

In Li Wenshuo's expectant gaze, Wu Qien still shook his head and said coldly: "You still have to retreat." ”

"Why?"

Li Wenshuo almost shouted this sentence.

"Because it's a military order. Wu Qien looked against the kind look of the past, and seemed to be a little angry: "The Xiaoyao Marquis beheaded the enemy priest, this is a great achievement, I will naturally report it to you truthfully, you can recuperate with peace of mind, and wait for three days later, the army will return to the south." ”

Li Wenshuo's face was as cold as frost, I don't know if it was because he was injured or angry, facing the deputy marshal of the three armies, he snorted coldly, then turned around and lifted the curtain and walked out.

He returned to the tent alone and took out the box that Luo Jiuyi had brought from Wanzhou Tuo Shen Wansan.

Inside is the gold sore medicine that is difficult to buy on the rivers and lakes, first take a pill to stop bleeding, that is, tear off the clothes, wash the wound with water, and smear the black paste ointment on the gauze......

The wound was very painful, and it hurt even more after the dressing, although I knew that after about a quarter of an hour, the pain would become numb, and then it would turn into a somewhat refreshing and refreshing feeling.

But Li Wenshuo frowned when he did this, almost snorting, compared to the clarity in his eyes.

The severe pain made him more conscious, and he suddenly found that whether it was Wang Li, Liu Ye, or Wu Qien, who he was not very familiar with, all they were pursuing in their eyes was victory in this war.

Well, that's right, people in positions of power tend to be far-sighted and can see the end of things at a glance.

Although Li Wenshuo is a marquis, the authority in his hands can be displayed in his own Zhuangzi, and he can't even do whatever he wants.

Now he controls 2,000 people, which is said to be a pioneer general, but in fact he is a thousand-commander.

He doesn't see the end of things.

He just felt that it was wrong, so he tried his best to stop it in his own way, but he found that things were not what he thought.

I thought I had understood these people before, but through their weaknesses, either unintentionally or deliberately revealed, I felt that these people were similar to what I thought, and they were all flesh-and-blood men.

But in fact, their hearts are colder and harder than stones, even if they are loyal to the monarch and patriotic, they are only loyal to the monarch and only patriotic to the country.

Li Wenshuo called Song Xiaohu, in fact, the other party had been waiting outside for a long time, explained a few words, and asked the other party to convey it to Li Haowen and Dugu Qiu, that is, he took the long sword and got up again.

"General, are you leaving?"

Looking at Li Wenshuo's back, Song Xiaohu almost subconsciously asked this sentence, and after a short period of friendship, he had already admired the five-body admiration of this martial arts general.

Li Wenshuo nodded, suddenly stopped, and said with a smile: "Xiaohu, do you want to be a general?"

Song Xiaohu was slightly stunned, hurriedly waved his hand, and said with a smile: "The general is joking again, I'm just a cook." ”

"A cook who doesn't want to be a general is not a good cook. ”

Li Wenshuo dropped this joking sentence, picked up his sword and left the barracks, going to where he really wanted to go, to do what he had not yet done.

Song Xiaohu stood in the tent in a daze, opening the curtain and swaying left and right under the cold wind, only then did he react, and hurriedly stepped forward to press the curtain tightly, but what echoed in his mind was still what Li Wenshuo said just now.

A cook who doesn't want to be a general is not a good cook.

But he's really just a cook.

Song Xiaohu thought like this, and glanced at the straight knife on the table that Li Wenshuo hadn't taken away, the blade was very bright and beautiful, but there was a chill to the bones when he looked at it, and the scattered blood stains on it added a strange sense of violent beauty to it.

Song Xiaohu picked up the knife and walked out of the tent.

Li Wenshuo's tent was very quiet, and there were no people around, so no one noticed Song Xiaohu's small movements.

The companions were all busy, but Song Xiaohu took some things, hid in a corner where no one could see, and spent an hour making a rough scabbard for this long knife, and then tied it around his waist with a red rope.

Holding the hilt of the sword, courage burst out from the dark corners of his heart, and he suddenly had a strong desire to go into battle and kill the enemy.

Although he is a firehead army, there is no provision in the Liyang military regulations, the firehead army is not allowed to go into battle, and he can go into battle together when the next Jianghu righteous camp charges with the army, and no one will object.

But the passionate emotions only remained for a short time, and then disappeared completely, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and he shrugged his head against the corner.

He probably understood that the general who ignited the flame in his heart was afraid that he would never come back.

Some people are born to be generals, and some people are not born to be that piece of material.

Li Wenshuo felt that he couldn't be a general, he could die at any time, but he couldn't afford to carry the burden of life and death of others, it was too heavy, so he left, one step ahead of the army, and returned south in advance.

However, he did not return to the northern city of Hebei, but came to the small border cities around the northern city of Hebei, three days later, Liyang's army returned to the south, these places will be abandoned, and the few places that really rely on are only the important passes with thick walls such as the northern city of Hebei.

The enemy's armies then descended on the city, and the greed of the attackers determined that they were destined not to give up these inconsequential victories and the incomparably rich rewards compared to the victories.

this day.

General Green Bubble stood upstairs across the sword, and the white-shirted swordsman returned to the rivers and lakes with his sword.