Chapter 162: Soldiers make dangerous moves

"But don't be too happy. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Wang Mang poured a basin of cold water on everyone again, "If we make a mistake now, we will lose all the plates and fall to the ground." ”

For a while, everyone in the camp was silent and silent.

"If you two think about it carefully, it's about the life and death of the brothers!" Wang Mang looked at Niu Er and Zhao Hu again.

A pair of burning eyes are full of longing, it is a kind of thirst for the ultimate in life, or pleading, but it is nothing more than that.

Under the tremendous pressure of life and death, six lives, including himself, were pressed on the shoulders of the two of them, which could not be said to be a lot of pressure.

The foreheads of the two were covered with fine beads of sweat, sliding down their cheeks, with an innocent look on their faces, but their eyes also exuded endless anxiousness.

Sweat was dripping on the cold ground, and a small dent was forming under him. The armor of the two was soaked with sweat, the two were sweating profusely, and it was still cold winter and September outside the camp, although there was no heavy snow in the past few days, but it was also surprisingly cold, but the two of them seemed to be in the middle of summer, exuding steaming heat.

"Yes, yes, I remember. A sudden sound broke the dead silence, and everyone looked for the sound, and the sound came from Zhao Hu's mouth.

"It was very dark at that time, but there was a moonlight, and the flags on the convoy reflected a golden light from time to time, and by the moonlight, it seemed to be a sharp sword hanging in the air, if I was not mistaken, the sword should be all outlined with gold thread!"

The faces of the rest of the people showed a touch of surprise, there must be a road in front of the lane mountain, the sky is endless, compared to the joy of a few people, the resourceful Wang Mang is the opposite of a sad face, even more prosperous.

"You say there is a sword hanging in the air on the flag?" Wang Mang's voice sounded worrying, dull and low, giving people a kind of oppressive discomfort.

When everyone was overjoyed, suddenly Wang Mang's words seemed to be shocking, which was out of place, and also woke up others.

Zhao Hu nodded, and when Wang Mang looked at Niu Er, Niu Er thought for a moment, and nodded with certainty, "That's true!"

"When I left, I did see the hanging sword on the flag!"

Wang Mang's eagle-like gaze, sharp, deep and dark, made everyone's hearts hang in the air.

After a long time, Wang Mang breathed a long sigh of relief, looking at Niu Er and Zhao Hu's eyes, mixed with a trace of admiration and luck, "It seems that your luck is still very good, you didn't lose this life!"

The two were very puzzled, and the other three also looked at Wang Mang suspiciously, "What do you mean by this?"

Wang Mang glanced at the person who spoke, and said, "The sword hanging in the air, the golden thread is a thread, this is the unique symbol of the Litian Sword Sect. ”

Suddenly, the eyes of the five people were round, like bull's eyes, especially Niu Er and Zhao Hu's eyes were full of horror and joy for the rest of their lives, and they still had palpitations.

If there was another chance like this, the two of them would rather starve to death than rob the things of the Litian Sword Sect.

Sword Rain City is the world of the Litian Sword Sect, and there is only one sect within a radius of 800 miles, which is the country within a country, and it is just the same to say that Mo Yuanji is the lord of Sword Rain City.

A word to judge life and death, one hand in the palm of the world, heaven and earth in my hands, sword rain at my disposal.

"You robbed the things of the Litian Sword Sect, but the big handsome also let you go, the charm of this is worth our careful consideration. Wang Mang stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

"Da Shuai wouldn't be dealing with the Litian Sword Sect, right?" Zhao Hu finished speaking, secretly glanced at the others and shrunk his neck.

"The Litian Sword Sect has become a country within a country, and it has even killed officials of the imperial court, maybe they are the target of the great marshal this time. Someone else speculated.

"Even if we have millions of soldiers, it is almost impossible to deal with the Litian Sword Sect, you know, the Sword Rain Mountain is high and the road is steep, not to mention that most of the disciples of the Litian Sword Sect are martial cultivators, and the cultivation of their head is even more superb, but we can't even count as martial artists, how can we deal with the Litian Sword Sect, so the goal of the big marshal should not be here, maybe there is another purpose. ”

Wang Mang, a think tank, also feels that his head hurts, this is like guessing Zhao Haochen's thoughts, if he guesses correctly, he will be promoted and make a fortune, and the future is unlimited, but if he guesses wrong, the heads at the gate of the camp are the result.

For Zhao Haochen's thoughts, Wang Mang controlled it well, of course, this was also deliberately revealed by Zhao Haochen, the purpose was to let them take the initiative to attack the Litian Sword Sect, and then kill one or two soldiers, Zhao Haochen would have an excuse to attack the Litian Sword Sect, so as to obtain the wealth of the Sword Emperor Pavilion in Jianyu Mountain, and then improve his cultivation.

"Now we are short of grain and grass, Dashuai may just want to collect some grain from the big families in the city, once we leave here, there is another city eight hundred miles away, maybe our grain and grass can't support there, that's why we stay here for so long!"

Listening to Wang Mang's analysis, the other five people all nodded and agreed.

"Okay, then, let's do it now, and let one of the big families in the city donate some food to feed the brothers!" said a rough man, laughing, and the camp was so unhappy.

"Wait!" Wang Mang didn't move, and stopped people by opening his mouth, "It's just our speculation, no one until the real meaning of the above, maybe after we go out this time, we will be promoted and make a fortune, of course maybe it will ......"

His voice paused here, and he didn't continue, and the tent was surprisingly quiet at this moment.

"We must leave a way back for ourselves, if we all die, who will take care of our wives and children at home? What are we soldiers for? Isn't it just to protect our families and defend the country and give our wives and children a warm home, but if we all die, all this will be in vain. ”

"So, I propose to let one person go first, explore the way, and if it's safe tomorrow, we'll all go again. ”

Everyone nodded.

However, this person is a little difficult to choose, they all bow their heads and remain silent, including Wang Mang, there is a dead silence in the camp tent.

After a long time, the rough man's eyes became a little red and swollen, and he was the first to speak, standing up, "I'll go!"

A dead silence spread in the tent, and the heroic blood that belonged to the men in the army was also stimulated.

"I'll go!"

"I'll go!"

"I'll go!"

Everyone, you fight for me, and you won't give in to each other.

For the sake of brothers, for the sake of loved ones, someone must be the first to take this step.